#drownedandflayed

So this is a bit early for Theon fic appreciation. But it came up in the Theon discord and I wanted to share my favorite drabbles and one shots from @saltedcrow / drownedandflayed / slysmiles who is no longer on tumblr but whose brilliant writing inspires me to this day.

Fearlessly the Idiot Faced the Crowd, Smiling

I Am You and What I See is Me

I Only Feel Down on My Knees

Her Silver Sails Again

Homecoming

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following; accepting!

my opinion on;

character in general: theon is a little bastard, but a precious little bastard. he’s certainly complex and i think he doesn’t get near enough credit for this, people all too ready to paint him as a villain or otherwise just secondary to the storyhow they play them: so so so well. your writing is fantastic, it’s made me jealous on numerous occasions. you capture theon so well in every facetthe mun: very sweet. i know you have up’s and downs but know that you and your theon are important

do i;

follow them: definitely rp with them: yes yes, though i’m slow as hell and have probably lost a thread or twowant to rp with them: duhship their character with mine: low key. i love the boyish angst turned sexual tension we play with these two

overall opinion: great theon, great mun, fantastic writer, would recommend

his spirit may have changed, no longer the cock sure boy parading as a man grown. his face had been rearranged, marked by the rage of another, the life striped from its movements, each expression more of a mummer’s farce than a true articulation of emotion, but still jon could not bare to cast eyes on him for too long.

he smelled like home; like a fire burning in the great hall, like molten steel as mikken turned liquid to blade. he sounded like youth; like wooden swords striking one another, like laughter, like robb–– the warmth that radiated from winterfell’s walls rolled off his skin, heating jon’s icy flesh quick enough to burn.

his face lacked the innocence of the boys they had once been, but he still carried it with him, buried deep under the abuse. and that was something jon couldn’t face.

NO, robb’s the one with the weepy cock. maybe you should get yourself checked out, Greyjoy.

If you were to ask anyone, they probably would have told you that the two hated each other, and the pair probably would have agreed, grunting their answers in disturbingly trite male mannerisms. The truth was much more complicated than that, much to both their dismays.

It’s easier to hate someone than admit there might be more behind it. 

He knew the only reason Theon would show up at his flat without Robb in tow was if something was wrong; really wrong in the case that the other flung himself onto the sofa without so much as a cocky grin. No, this was different. He wasn’t abuzz with the post-fight adrenaline he typically was after an argument at the pub that could have easily been settled with six or fewer words turned into a brawl, nor the cockiness that swung his steps if he’d just gotten off with some bird.