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This blog is officially archived! Find Theon on @multimuse-rp <3333

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This blog is officially archived! Find Theon on @multimuse-rp <3333

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This blog is officially archived! Find Theon on @multimuse-rp <3333

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This blog is officially archived! Find Theon on @multimuse-rp <3333

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Theon flinched sharply at the touch to his shoulder, but he eventually managed to relax his muscles, at least a little bit. He had to pull it together. This was his uncle; this was his family! He couldn’t look weak.

“Th-thank you, uncle,” Theon replied as politely as he possibly could without his voice wavering. He was starving; he always seemed to be starving, but somehow, nothing ever seemed appetizing. Still, he ate when he had to, and he would eat in front of Urri with no issues — hopefully.

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Theon was visibly shaking from his anxiety about seeing his uncle. He was terrified of how he would be treated. His father had abandoned him; why would Urri not be the same way? Theon took a deep breath, keeping his eyes low, head bowed to the ground.

“M-my apologies,” he responded quickly, biting his lip. “Hello. It… it is a pleasure to see you again.” He didn’t say anything in response to the jab about him not being a man anymore. Sometimes he just wanted to die.

Urri stepped closer, reaching out his hand to clasp Theon on the shoulder. Pitiful creature. But… that would make him easy to manipulate. And wouldn’t his dear brother be so pleased, if Urri managed to turn Theon to their side? 

         “Good to see you as well, nephew. We’ve so much to catch           up on. Come, let’s get some food in your belly. You look           like you haven’t eaten for months.” 

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She knew. Theon didn’t know if that made it better or worse. Either way, it was humiliating. He lowered his head, this time not flinching away when their hands touched. “It’s not,” he admitted softly, slowly moving his head back up to meet her gaze. “No one will ever take me seriously anymore…” It was ironic. A few years ago, he wanted people to laugh at his jokes. Now, he just wanted to be taken seriously and seen as a person with feelings. Sansa had always given him what he needed, and he was forever grateful for that. A part of him loved her.

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The fact that Sansa was still able to smile after all that had been done to her was remarkable. Theon wished he could be that strong. His head lowered shamefully at her words. She had far too much faith in him. “Do you… do you know what he did?” Theon asked softly, looking down at his crotch. Maybe she didn’t know. If she did, how could he still be a man?

Sansa had to be strong, she had to try and remain strong if she didn’t then who would she be? That was the question that had plagued her mind for months now. After Theon saved her, she knew he was a good man still had strength in him that he didn’t know he had anymore. “Yes, I do.” She said gently moving her hand to touch his. “I can’t imagine it’s an easy thing to adjust to.”

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“I am.” Theon didn’t bother denying it; he had no reason to. Of course he cared about what Uhtred thought of him, but he acted like he didn’t. “Nah, I’m not scared of him,” he replied, the grin returning to his face. “I just wasn’t expecting the Dane Slayer to show up here.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I hope not. We’ve only just met.” He removed his hand from the hilt of his sword, stepping aside to reveal the front door of his estate. “Please, come inside.”

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The man came across as a bit threatening, and Theon didn’t like that. His hand rested at the hilt of his sword, tilting his head as the other spoke. “Which girl? We get a lot around here,” he said jokingly, a small grin coming across his face. The smile quickly faded when he got a closer look, though. He looked a lot like Stiorra, in a weird way. “You’re not Uhtred Ragnarson, are you?” he asked, the smile completely gone from his face. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, ready to pull it out at the slightest movement from the other man. “Dane Slayer?”

“You’re Theon, aren’t you?” he spoke in a serious and even authoritative tone, however the following did not amuse him even though it was a joke. Usually Uhtred was a quiet, funny and joking guy but not when it came to his daughter and even less so with a man they spent a lot of time together, that he would say that even bothered him. “Why, does Uhtred Ragnarson scare you?” he asked, not denying or confirming anything but watched as he brought his hand to his hilt and yet Uhtred didn’t, not yet. “That depends, will I have a reason to hunt you down?” he asked bluntly.

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The man came across as a bit threatening, and Theon didn’t like that. His hand rested at the hilt of his sword, tilting his head as the other spoke. “Which girl? We get a lot around here,” he said jokingly, a small grin coming across his face. The smile quickly faded when he got a closer look, though. He looked a lot like Stiorra, in a weird way. “You’re not Uhtred Ragnarson, are you?” he asked, the smile completely gone from his face. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, ready to pull it out at the slightest movement from the other man. “Dane Slayer?”

╳┊ @iron-kraken​  ❝ what are you doing here? ❞

          Uhtred had heard that Stiorra had gone with Theon, he spent too much time with that much and although Stiorra seemed happy, Uhtred hardly knew him and wanted to know who he was, what his real intentions were. He knew he was a Dane who was captured by Saxons, and betrayed the king to return with it. Eventually he really seemed to belong to neither or both, he supposed Stiorra could relate. He got off his horse when he reached his home. ❝——I’m looking for my daughter, I was told she comes here a lot❞ he knew she was gone, he simply wanted to see his reaction.

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“Well, too bad,” Theon said with a light scoff as he helped her get home. He decided to take her to his estate; after all, he wasn’t quite sure of the way to her home. Once they finally arrived, he dragged her inside, then closed the door and shook his head, finally letting go of her. “Seriously, what were you doing out there?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He pulled out a chair for her, practically forcing her to sit down. “You’re fucking freezing.”

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@xlittleprinccss asked: [  downpour  ] from Stiorra

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

It was pouring outside, and Theon was shivering as he ran home. All he wanted to do was get inside and turn on a nice warm bath. But seeing Stiorra made him stop in his tracks. He hurried up to her, eyes narrowing slightly. “What the hell are you doing out in the rain? Are you trying to catch a cold?” he asked, scoffing lightly before taking her hand. “Come on.” He hurried off, pretty much dragging her behind him.

          She was outside praying to the gods, making an artifact to pray that everything would go well, that the gods would be with them, when it began to rain, but Stiorra, in an oversight, had dropped it, so much so that she could not find it. It was raining so hard that she couldn’t find it, she looked for it desperately without caring that she was soaked. Was it a message from the gods? Were they angry with her? She didn’t notice Theon arriving and tried to get away. ❝——No, I can’t leave❞ she said, trying to struggle to continue searching but the man was much stronger than her so he managed to carry her easily back home.

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@xlittleprinccss asked: [  downpour  ] from Stiorra

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

It was pouring outside, and Theon was shivering as he ran home. All he wanted to do was get inside and turn on a nice warm bath. But seeing Stiorra made him stop in his tracks. He hurried up to her, eyes narrowing slightly. “What the hell are you doing out in the rain? Are you trying to catch a cold?” he asked, scoffing lightly before taking her hand. “Come on.” He hurried off, pretty much dragging her behind him.

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“But…” So much had happened; so many things had gone wrong. Theon had betrayed her family and caused the deaths of her mother and her brother. How could she have enough kindness in her heart to forgive him? If she did, then he wasn’t worth it. “You deserve someone who can… who can take care of you. And I-I’m not that person.”

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@ladyxredxwolf asked: “  you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it.  ”

Why? Why him, of all people? Sansa should know not to trust him with such a big responsibility. Taking a deep breath, Theon shook his head, looking down. “Sansa… I-I can’t be trusted with this,” he whispered, feeling tears come into his eyes. He wouldn’t let them fall, not this time. “I am broken.”

Sansa looked at Theon, a nervousness inside of her as she waited for his reply. She loved him and she had always loved him. The betrayal against her family had been a massive blow to her, but he had redeemed himself. “Yes, you can.” She replied moving her hand to touch his. “We are all broken Theon, some just need more help being put back together than others.”

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He lowered his head with a soft sigh. It wasn’t right, for him to be the victim when he was the one who’d betrayed his best friend and his true family. Why should he be the one hurting? It was his fault. Theon was lost in his thoughts when Mariela suddenly held out her hand. He hesitated, biting his lip worriedly. He hadn’t been touched in a comforting way in a long time; he wasn’t sure if he was ready, but moving forward was all he could do now. So, he slowly stood up, taking her hand to steady himself. He let out a soft exhale. “T-thank you… but I’m not.” Important, that is. He was useless, meaningless, just a man. The lives of thousands of people were being taken every second, so why was he important?

@thelonewendwater asked: “  just let me take care of you.  ”

He wished he could. But every time she reached out to touch him, Theon would flinch away. It had been a long time since he’d experienced a touch that wasn’t accompanied by unbearable pain, a touch that didn’t make him fear for his life. Taking a deep breath, Theon looked up at her from where he was sitting. “Y-you have more important matters to attend to… don’t you?”

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What did he want? All he wanted was to be happy again. He wanted to turn back time and tell Robb Stark how much he loved him instead of betraying him and throwing him to the lions. But he couldn’t. He shrugged, trying to make it seem like a lot less of a big deal than it actually was. “I don’t know,” he replied truthfully. “I want… peace, I guess. I don’t want to feel like the gods are against me.” He refused to say anything else. He didn’t want Gendry to know how depressed he truly was.

@iron-kraken​ asked:  “ i don’t know what i want until i fuck it up. “ ( to Gendry )

“Aye–we all suffer from a bit of that,” Gendry agreed with a sideways grin. “What do you want then? For me, it’s all about a girl. I pushed her away.”

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nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

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Theon is still in there somewhere. The words echoed around in his mind, and for a brief moment, he actually believed them. But those feelings faded quickly. There was nothing left of who he used to be, and to be honest, that was probably for the best. He never should have betrayed Robb; it was an absolutely horrible thing to do.

Her words almost sounded too good to be true. But at this point, just the thought of having an actual bed to sleep in was enough to give him the tiniest sliver of hope. He would do anything for a good night’s rest. Slowly, he nodded, his body trembling as he stood up with her help.

“I-I’ll try. I promise,” he whispered, more tears filling his eyes. If he was truly getting out of here, then this was the best day of his life, and Joanna was his savior. “I just don’t want you to get hurt… n-not because of me.” I’m not worth it, Joanna. I never have been.

@amaidasfairassummer asked:  “I’m here- I’m here, now” - for Theon

He was on the ground, shaking and shivering from the cold stone floor. His knees were pulled to his chest, his eyes filled with terrified tears as the door opened. His bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, seeing Joanna standing there. She was there to rescue him. That, or it was another trick played by Ramsay… Ramsay! She had to get out of here; his dogs would smell her from a mile away!

“L-leave,” he gasped, too weak from the dehydration to even move. “It’s not safe here… please, he’ll hurt you, look what he’s down to me…”

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The fact that Sansa was still able to smile after all that had been done to her was remarkable. Theon wished he could be that strong. His head lowered shamefully at her words. She had far too much faith in him. “Do you… do you know what he did?” Theon asked softly, looking down at his crotch. Maybe she didn’t know. If she did, how could he still be a man?

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Theon flinched as she touched his hand, pulling it away instinctively. He looked down, embarrassed by his reaction, then slowly put his hand out once again, trembling as he gently placed his hand on top of hers. Human contact wouldn’t kill him, but Ramsay had made it seem like it would. “I wish I had the faith that you had,” he murmured softly, eyes drifting downwards. “I will never be a man again.”

Sansa looked at him as they held hands, she smiled weakly. She understood that Ramsay had done so much to Theon, he was so broken from it, but she was sure that he could come back from it. Sure that he would repair. “You should, you’re going to get through this I know you are.” She told him as she lightly squeezed his hand. “Just because of what he did, doesn’t mean you won’t be a man.” She assured him.

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Who was Theon to deny a challenge? Joanna was turning him on, and how could she not when she was a beautiful blonde woman in his bed? His smile faded slightly as he reveled in the pleasure that soared through his body. “Mm… I’m always ready,” he moaned softly, eyes closing in bliss as he pushed himself further into her touch.

A breathless laugh escaped his lips at her words. “I know.” He was good at this, and the sounds she’d made last night had proved it. Each of his hands gripped one of her breasts, rubbing light circles into the skin as he caressed them. Slowly, his eyes opened again, and he smiled down at her. “How’s that, baby?”

@amaidasfairassummer (continued from here)

“Hey, I’m not the only one,” he reminded her, poking Joanna teasingly. He did love sex — and how could he not? It just felt so good. “Yeah?” Theon leaned over, pressing his lips to her neck and growling playfully. “You’re fuckin’ adorable, you know that?” He pressed their lips together in a rough, sloppy kiss before pulling away with a grin.