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Theon/Ramsay? Theon/Asha? Euron/Aeron?
thank you for the ask, anon! now let's see...
theon/ramsay
i'll admit that before writing a fic about them i didn't fully see the vision. now i see it but they still fail to keep my interest for long. mostly because i find ramsay to be... kind of a boring character. he's a narrative tool for theon's story and a narrative foil to jon, but as his own character he doesn't compel me much. i DO appreciate how he affects theon, and their relationship is deeply interesting and psychosexual and creepy (my passions), but ramsay would need to be a tad more developed for me to be fully invested in this couple.
this said, i see you thramsay girlies (gn) and you ARE right. that ship is as canon as braime.
theon/asha
NOW this is something that i ship and so does george, i'll tell you that much. i find them particularly compelling for their strange similaraties with euron and aeron.
will they ever fuck? no, but asha has molested theon and that's like marriage in the greyjoy household.
i DO believe they're endgame in a way, as they will rule the iron islands together and create a better future for their people.
also, few sentences have gutted me like "sister. see, this time i knew you."
euron/aeron
"hello, i'm aeron and this my evil rapist brother whom i hate because he abused as a child but when he speaks of conquering the realm in the name of the drowned god i think he's dope actually. but i can't let that distract me from his evils !! i must resist his wiles for i know his true nature."
"hello, i'm euron and i'm an evil murderer rapist who has comitted every crime and i have killed almost all of my brothers. but not aeron. i keep him close and i try to open his mind to my visions and i want him to worship me as his true god. i'm doing this to use him for my evil ritual and not because i need human connection and i want my little brother. i'm too evil for that as you sure can tell seeing my evil pirate costume and listening to my very evil speech."
the forsaken is the best chapter george has ever written. aeron and euron are so twisted together as characters their names almost read the same.
the tragedy of euron is that he believes in nothing greater than himself, and so he thinks there are no consequences for his actions. what if when i was a child i discovered god wasn't real and hurt you beyond repair because of it?
All I had to do was pinch his nose shut. [...] But his eyes grew frantic as he died. They begged me. When the life went out of them, I went out and pissed into the sea, waiting for the god to strike me down. None did.
what if in turn you later decided god was real as a way to escape the pain i caused you?
“It was me who taught you how to pray, little brother. Have you forgotten? I would visit your bed chamber at night when I had too much to drink. You shared a room with Urrigon high up in the seatower. I could hear you praying from outside the door. I always wondered: Were you praying that I would choose you or that I would pass you by?” Euron pressed the knife to Aeron’s throat.
what if i were your archnemesis but for me you were just my silly little brother, whom i loved in the only way i know how to love?
“Kill my own little brother? Blood of my blood, born of the loins of Quellon Greyjoy? And who would share my triumphs? Victory is sweeter with a loved one by your side.”
the fanatic prophet of a god that might not exist, and an atheist who wants to ascend to godhood. a monstrous man who still craves human connection and his favorite victim. they're literally perfect. the best ship george has put to page.
it's a shame that we don't get to see more of westerosi cultural variation through clothing and accents. but i'll let you in on a little secret. in the iron islands *everyone* has a shitty mullet
Viserys Targaryen. Another one of Mad King`s children.
House Targaryen before Robert`s Rebellion.
❗️Under the cutoff there contains nsfw contents (tw: amputee/csa, all explicit )
Given you're warned, don't yell at me in my askbox if you find them terrible 😞
You've heard of the Asha + Renly + Viserys + Arianne (+/- Theon and Tyrion) party squad that could have been, now get ready for the vastly more chaotic Gerion + Oberyn + Euron + Rhaegar.
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1 lannister i love an evil golden bitch house also genuinely made up solely of characters of all time. i dont need to justify lannisters being the best heel house to asoiaf tumblr theyre arguably the best aspect of the entire series
2 bolton wishh there was more stuff about them in the lore books. wamsay and woose and their stinking dog and the perfect dead son and their vampire lair
3 greyjoy when victarion marries dany and takes the iron throne youll all be laughing on the other sides of your faces. the theon of it all of course goes without saying and aeron and euron.. theyre below bolton bc i think theyre less ‘heel’ i do like the greyjoys more
4 bracken originated the term heel house and deservedly. jaimes obvious bias towards the blackwoods only makes the brackens more appealing to me. when hes like ugh the brackens are so hairy and jockish and rude its like yeah thats cool. barba bracken painted a breasty mean bitch by history + flatly i think they’re objectively right about the teat hills being bracken first. and goes without saying aegor bittersteel coolest lame guy ever
5 frey i think underrated as a heel house lovee their new money upstart thing everyone else scorns them for and how walder frey is just an unrepentantly evil old guy who will definitely die before facing consequences for the red wedding
i know im a greyjoy guy but i think one of the more fascinating aspects of victarion is how unrelentingly ... well the way he is and then has random moments that i find oddly humanizing. like when he talks about how much he despises the monkeys laughter for reminding him of his brothers mocking him... like not even the paragon of ironborn values and hypermasculinity that is victarion got to escape the greyjoy family cycle of abuse. which is also the point that hypermasculinity like that can only be perpetuated through abuse.
wait my other thing is i really wish people acknowledged this sort of belittling and mocking by siblings or relatives you genuinely look up to, which victarion seems to have done for his brothers even if its covered in about 50 layers of machismo coping, is that that shit really does do damage to your psychological state and feeling unworthy. his whole thing of just deciding to worship two gods wholesale who both individually demand monotheism fits into this. victarion fascinates me he's like a bug i need to study.
Aerys should have wildly vacillated between treating Jaime like a *literal* Tywin (that's his childhood bff, that's his most able servant he can trust to rule the realm in his stead, that's the man marrying and having children with the women he desires and loved first, that's a dangerous schemer with ideas above his station, that's his betrayer of a "friend" who left him to die, that's his last hope-) and Joanna ("her brother had been such a pretty boy" 👉touching on him) stand-in/replacement goldfish. The closest he comes to being able to conceptualize Jaime as an independent person is in musings how he would have been the son him and Joanna could have had in a kinder life ❤ Jaime as the only person he allows near him with a blade. Jaime subsequently being the one having to groom Aerys >>> Let's get some Alicent echoes in there as well. Hello hello can anyone here me. Where are my fellow Aerys & Jaime sickos at
"But when he closed his eyes, it was Aerys Targaryen he saw, pacing alone in his throne room, picking at his scabbed and bleeding hands. The fool was always cutting himself on the blades and barbs of the Iron Throne. Jaime had slipped in through the king's door, clad in his golden armor, sword in hand. The golden armor, not the white, but no one ever remembers that. Would that I had taken off that damned cloak as well."
Hello! I asked earlier about your takes on the ironborn: racially, culturally, and real-world parallels as you did for the northerners in your other post. What are your thoughts on them?
Alright. Time to fly off the handle
The Drowned God and Other Maritime Daddy Issues
A deep dive into the cultural nuance of the Ironborn
Ironborn are way more than Vikings with a reaving kink that the fandom likes to overgeneralize them as. They’re a defiant, sea-soaked culture clinging to the bones of a dying identity—geographically, spiritually, politically, and culturally. They’re not here to kiss the ring or plow the field (but they will plow your daughters’ fields ayooooooooo) They’re here to steal your silver, set fire to your village, and sail off with your livestock and your dignity. While their longships and raiding traditions induce immediate comparisons to the Vikings of our own history, the grgegegrge didn’t ctrl+c, ctrl+v Norse stereotypes and call it a day. My mans contains multitudes (here I go defending a white man again) The Ironborn are a patchwork culture stitched from raiders, islanders, and post-imperial anger, haunted by lost glory and desperate to matter again. Geographically marooned and ideologically medieval, they stand apart from the rest of Westeros not only in how they fight, but in how they remember.
Yes, they raid. Yes, they sail terrifying longships. Yes, they chant “What is dead may never die” (what is dead may never die) while holding drowning parties. But behind the axe-swinging and chronic pneumonia that no one is talking about is a nuanced cultural tapestry that blends ancient Norse badassery with the isolation of real-world island peoples, and the trauma of former empires left licking their wounds and whispering stories of past glory.
I want to talk about the Ironborn as a composite culture rooted in Old World violence, shaped by seclusion, and haunted by the trauma of cultural decline in a post-imperialist society.
Let’s get the obvious out of the way: the Ironborn are Westeros’s stand-in for Norse raiders. They pilot longships sharp enough to slice inland rivers like butter. They prize the axe over the plow, the drowned god over the Faith of the Seven, and a good old-fashioned reaving over… you know, capitalism.
They're not here to negotiate. They’re here to take. (and good on them!!!)
Much like the Norse raiders of Earth (looking at you, Great Heathen Army), the Ironborn built a culture on plunder, not production. Land? Meh. Crops? Pass. Oaths of fealty? DISGUSTANG. These guys earn (yes, EARN!!!) their keeps with steel, salt, and stolen gold. Even their religion reeks of Norse fatalism: the Drowned God doesn’t promise peace, but power through death. Dying at sea isn’t a tragedy; it’s a promotion.
But here's where it gets juicy: this isn’t raiding for fun (I mean like. Duh. It’s silly fun :3) This is a worldview. A rebellion against the "Green lands" and all their soft-handed, oath-swapping, crop-growing nonsense. In Ironborn culture, you're not born noble; you earn your worth by taking it. Violence is virtue.
Let’s begin with the obvious.
Real-world parallel: The Norse / Vikings (8th–11th century Scandinavia)
Longships with shallow drafts? Check. The Ironborn sail upriver like it owes them moneyyyyyy (it does)
A raiding economy based on “plunder first, ask questions never”? Also check.
A decentralized political structure? Yes, with jarls —I mean, saltlords—ruling from sea-worn keeps.
Gods who care more about blood, death, and the sea than your feelings? Double check. The Drowned God feels like a damp, iron-flavored Odin with worse manners.
Even the Ironborn motto “We do not sow” is a banger. It’s not onlyyyy a rejection of farming and cultivating their uninhabitable land; it’s a middle finger to the entire feudal value system. THEY SAID WE WILL NOT BEND!!!!! (I know das right!!!!!) While the rest of Westeros climbs social ladders, swearing oaths and marrying for land, the Ironborn take what they want. it’s divine theology.
That brings up another point I wanna make. that raiding isn’t just economically sound. It’s sacred. It’s cultural. The Ironborn don’t steal—they earn through force. Just as the Norse elevated pillaging to an artform, the Ironborn dress their brutality in holy robes and saltwater rites. Their sea-baptisms? Violent, intimate, and soaked in fatalism because culturally, that’s all they’ve ever known.
Okay, but not everything about the Ironborn screams Norse. In fact, if you really squint (and maybe tilt your head), you'll start to notice something else pulsing beneath the raider aesthetic: the ethos of isolated island peoples.
Let’s hop from the Iron Islands to the Azores or the Canary Islands—small, storm-battered, independent maritime communities with a deep distrust of mainland politics. Like the Ironborn, these societies relied on the sea because the land gave them nothing. Fishing, whaling, sailing—they weren’t hobbies, they were survival.
Sound familiar?
The Azoreans (15th century–present, Portuguese Atlantic islanders)
Remote and rugged, the Azores bred self-reliant people with strong religious traditions and a stubborn refusal to blend in with the mainland.
They fished, they survived, and they were proud to be... not like the rest of Portugal.
They were often seen as quaint, backwards, or provincial by mainland elites.
Ironborn vibes, anyone? Like the Azoreans, the Ironborn are often dismissed by the “green lands” as brutes with boats. But that outsider perception only intensifies their cultural pride. In both cases, we see the brutal independence of a people who’ve had to scrape a living from rock, sea, and storm—and who hold on tight to their traditions because they’re all they’ve got left.
Even the Ironborn’s gruff spiritualism echoes cultures like the Māori or the Polynesian navigators, whose reverence for the sea shaped not only their cosmology but their entire identity. To these people, the ocean wasn’t ONLY a resource—it was kin. A god, a grave, a memory, a mother and a father. The Ironborn feel this too, but theirs is a darker mirror. Their sea is cold, cruel, and filled with the bones of the drowned. It demands respect and sacrifice.
And just like real-world islanders were written off as "savages" by colonizers, the Ironborn are dismissed by the rest of Westeros as pirates and pests. But this condescension misses something veryyyy critical: the resilience and cultural cohesion that isolation can breed. The Ironborn may be violent, but they are not chaotic. They have codes. They have gods. They have a way. The Old Way.
The Ironborn may not have Polynesian-level navigation, but the spiritual connection is there. The sea is their entire world. It’s where they’re born, where they fight, and where they return—whether by rock or watery grave. The Drowned God demands reverence and veneration.
The Ironborn weren’t always this… small. Once, under House Hoare, they ruled from the Iron Islands to the Riverlands, commanding coasts and hearts with equal fervor. But then Aegon came. And with him, fire.
The burning of Harrenhal was the collapse of a civilization and a birth of a new culture. The Ironborn were stripped of their mainland holdings, their empire, their power. They were, politely, told to go back to their rocks and choose a new leader—one that wouldn't be a problem.
This is colonization with a nice coat of Westerosi politeness. This is "you're part of the Seven Kingdoms now, behave."
So, how do they respond?
Well, if you’re Balon Greyjoy, you throw a tantrum dressed up as a war. You scream, "We used to be kings!" from the rooftops of Pyke while your sons fail both upwards and downwards and your daughter carries the family brain cell but insists on not using it half the time.
It’s an identity crisis. A post-imperial culture trying to reassert itself with war paint and rusted swords in a world of strategy and swords by proxy. Balon doesn’t rebel because it’s strategic; he rebels because he can’t stand being forgotten.
It’s nationalism with barnacles. And it's heartbreaking in its own, salt-soaked way.
The Ironborn are reduced to axe-wielding set pieces in the grand scheme of Westerosi opinions. They are a mournful, defiant culture staring down the long death of their way of life. They are proud, traumatized, deeply spiritual, and yes— assholes. That’s allowed. But they are not one-note villains.
Their raids are rituals. Their violence is honor. Their stubbornness is grief.
In them, we see echoes of real-world islanders and once-great peoples left behind by history and colonialist ideals—fighting not to win, but to matter. To be feared again. To be remembered. To prove that what is dead may never die. (what is dead may never die)
Because even drowned and dying gods have followers.
A little sneaky preview of the first few pages of my comic, Strange Waters! The 31 page comic I made for PCAF Perth, following the backstory of my ASOIAF tabletop character Gwyn and his mysterious Ironborn upbringing. (Our campaign is run by @oneirotect with my fellow pc @clownprincenico) It made me so incredibly happy to draw so many seals.
I'll have physical copies available to purchase when my shop reopens next friday! (16th August 2024) and it will later be available to purchase as a PDF or to read on my website! I'll keep you updated!
Can I tempt you with seals and Gwyn's hot uncle?
The Smiley Boy…
Was reading theon's first chapter in acok and this is how imagined him coming back to pyke… also it made me so sad how often characters point out his handsomeness and SMILES, it actually made me sad knowing what happens to him later… i like suffering. But anyway i always wanted to draw theon before “reek” and i love it! Dude is awful but ugh i love him
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