#dorian x manon

[rainingriversofyou]

Dorian, Manon & Abraxos - TOG 🩶 Artist: andieburky

[dudakka]

[jennastokesart]

🩸Manorian Burdened ⛓️

These are 2 beautifully written characters who I’ve admired since I first read them. Though they have very different personalities, they have the same journey in the books. They are 2 people who learn to rise above the toxic environment they were groomed in and find themselves in their found family, where they learn to feel love. I really wish we got more on them, their stories felt a door left open.

Thank you to @shadowhandss60 for commissioning me to draw Manorian🖤 this was such a beautiful concept that represents them as individuals in a poetic lense.

When I was drawing these pieces, I wanted to really drive home their own traumas and how they respond to it. Dorian is reflecting in anger and disgust, hating his loss of autonomy and the pain he inflicted. Manon is mourning, regretting all that’s she has done and lost, her sisterhood being the cost.

I hope you all enjoy my first Throne of Glass pieces. It’s quite an emotional opener 😆

[malulls]

“And who, exactly, are you?”

Dorian gave the witch one of those charming smiles and sketched a bow.

“Dorian Havilliard, at your service.”

“The king,” one of the Crochans murmured from near the wyverns.

Dorian winked. “That I am, too.”

That was so HOT of him

[jade0716]

Things Manon never let anyone do:

- talk back to her

- give her leadership advice

- challenge her orders (minus Asterin)

- sass her

- insistently flirt with her

- hold her

- be on top of her during sex

- be dominant/assertive

- make her so nervous her hands were shaking and knees buckling when they went on a mission and it was “some of the longest hours of her existence”

- comfort her

- hold her hand

- tease her

- make her consider marriage

- make her admit she cares

- see her vulnerable

- make her smile in times of strife

Things she let Dorian do:

- All of the above

[throughstarlitfields]

Wanted to post this here for all the Manorian love ❤️ Art is by spearthymint, commissioned by me. You can find us both on Instagram, our tags are watermarked 🫶🏼 Please don’t repost!

[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

Unhinged rating of SJM characters' ships from someone who hasn't read any of the books.

(Purely based on posts I've seen on social media. This is what I think of the ships based on what the fandom says about them. This is not a serious rating, obviously, since I haven't read a single book of hers or even a fanfic based on those.)

1.. Feysand 3/10

I've seen people say he drugged her and forced her to perform a lap dance and he twisted her broken arm until she agreed to a deal with him. And that after they got together, he didn't tell her that her pregnancy could kill her because the baby couldn't come out with wings.

2.. Feyre and Tamlin 5/10

I have seen people shit on Tamlin for being the worst, but I've never seen anyone provide direct examples from text. All people say is that he's very toxic and that he wanted to imprison Feyre in his house. But she was in danger? And she was a 19 illiterate peasant girl and there were centuries old fearies who wanted to harm her?? Maybe prioritize your safety for the time being, girl? Idk, maybe Tamlin did some other worse things, but if his list of crimes against feminism only consists of this, then he's not that bad.

3.. Nesta and Cassian 2/10

I'm sorry, I don't see the appeal. Nesta needed therapy, not Cassian. If Nesta was Lady Death and Cassian stood by her side ready to bathe in her enemies' blood, I'd dig it. But I've heard Nesta loses her powers?!!!... No. Just no. Also, Cassian has internalized bastard phobia he had centuries to get over and he still hasn't. We do not tolerate bastard slander in this court. It's not a personality trait. And he laughed when she fell down the stairs??

4.. Nesta and Eris 9/10

These two would slay sooooo hardddd!!!... The amount of cunt they would serve. Drink wine and talk shit together. Also, they fit together more. Autumn court would show Nesta that even death and decay can be beautiful. Not every Archeron sister needs to be paired with a Bat boy.

5.. Gwyn and Azriel 4/10

I mean, sure, but why? No spice, no salt, no nothing. They had completely normal boring interactions. Not much potential here.

6.. Elain and Azriel 7/10

Is flower girl/warrior boy cliché? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Azriel seems a level-headed guy in general and he's more open to Elain than Gwyn. Also, there are already parallels with Rosehall and Elain being compared to a rose.

7.. Elain and Lucien

No rating because I'm very confused about these two. Why is she even Lucien's mate?

8.. Aelin and Sam 8/10

They were cute. He seemed like a good guy. He loved Celeana, he would've loved Aelin.

9.. Aelin and Chaol 5/10

I have no idea who this guy is. No disrespect. I gave a middle score.

10.. Aelin and Dorian 6/10

They're better off as besties. They're both in line for their own thrones, so it would complicate things.

11.. Manon and Dorian 9/10

Dare I say, they'd be the kinkiest couple? Pop off. Love it. Zero notes.

12.. Aelin and Rowan 6/10

Aelin only settled for Rowan because she was too tired for something else. Bold statement from someone who has no idea what she's talking about. But I just get these vibes. They were both damaged and tired people. Aelin still deserved more empathy. I've heard he once hit her out of anger. And kept saying he would never love her like he loved her ex.

[variousfandomthoughts]

Dorian: When will people stop saying things like “When one door opens, another one closes,” and just start punching thorugh walls to make their own doors? I don’t need life to open and close my doors!

[aprill-99]

“Unhinged behavior? Honey be real. That door has always been a motion activated slider and you my friend have been dancing the Macarena right in front of it without a care in the world. This was actually an incredibly foreseeable turn of events.”

[shadowhandss60]

Manorian x Pride and Prejudice

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I’m losing my mind over this commission by @whatisamettafor

[ur-average-farp]

aelin: are you the big spoon or the little spoon? manon: i'm the knife dorian, walking by: she's the little spoon

[rainingriversofyou]

Throne Of Glass characters & couples 🤍 Artist: inkfaeart

[dudakka]

Night Ride 🦇

[cpeersmann]

Manon & Dorian… be still my heart, this is gorgeous!

Art by: Castleintheskky on insta

[malulls]

So, I have this shitty smut, like, it's really bad cause I CAN'T write smut but I wanted to and I wrote it anyway and well... should I post it? It's BAD, you are warned

[jade0716]

A compilation of Dorian flirting with Manon and her getting “annoyed” by it (she hates how much she loves it).

QoS

“The man closest to the king didn’t bother glancing around. His sapphire eyes went right to Manon, and stayed there. … He smiled at Manon as though he knew the taste of her blood. She stifled the urge to bare her teeth”

“The dark-haired young man who had ridden at his side dismounted with fluid grace, still smirking at her. She ignored him.”

“The prince was now leaning against a gnarled oak. Noticing her attention, he gave her a lazy grin. It was enough. King’s son or not, she didn’t give a damn.”

“Is there a reason you’re smiling at me,” she said, “or shall I interpret it as a death wish?” ... “Do I need a reason to smile at a beautiful woman?” “I’m not a woman.” Her iron nails glinted as she crossed her arms.”

“I’ve been with plenty of men. You’re all the same. Taste the same.” She looked him over as if he were her next meal. “I dare you,” he managed to say. Her eyes narrowed, the gold like living embers. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful.”

Eos

“I once told you to find me again—it seems like you couldn’t wait to see my handsome face.” Her shoulders stiffened slightly.“I’m hungry.” He smiled slowly. As if she’d heard that smile, Manon glared. “Food.”

“It’s coming in a few minutes. I’d hate for you to waste away into nothing. It’d be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.” “I am not a woman,” was all she said. But hot temper laced those molten gold eyes.

“Witch, woman … as long as the parts that matter are there, what difference does it make?” She eased into a sitting position, disbelief and exhausted outrage on that perfect face. She bared her teeth in a silent snarl.

“I don’t think you can handle the sort of things I need, witchling. And I am never begging for anything again in my life.” And then he left. Manon stared after him, a hiss of rage slipping from her own lips. At the opportunity she hadn’t taken to grab him, hold him hostage, and demand her freedom; at the arrogance in his assumption; at the heat that had gathered in her core and now throbbed insistently enough that she clamped her legs together.

Dorian prowled to her. “I said that I’d do it.” Manon took in each inch of him as he towered over her, and a shiver of pleasure rippled through her. “I suggest you listen.” The pure male arrogance in that statement alone— “You’re courting death if you—” Dorian lowered his mouth to hers. It was a featherlight graze, barely a whisper of touch. Intent, calculated, and so unexpected she arched into it a bit…. She didn’t move, didn’t even breathe—like every part of her body was waiting to see what he’d do next.

“We’re not done, you and I.” And it was the purely male promise that made her bare her teeth. “Unless you would like to learn precisely what parts of me are made of iron the next time you touch me, I decide those things.”

Manon’s iron nails slid out. “I would be careful handling that if I were you.” “The warning is noted and appreciated,” he said, meeting those gold eyes in the mirror. She didn’t return his smile.

KoA

Her stare drifted to the pale band around his throat. “I’m still not convinced, princeling,” she hissed, “that I shouldn’t just kill her.” “And what would it take, witchling, to convince you?” He didn’t bother to hide the sensual promise in his words, nor their edge. A muscle flickered in Manon’s jaw.

“How do you want to play this?” Dorian murmured. “Do you want me to keep quiet, or be at your side?” “Asterin is my Second.” “And what am I, then?” The smooth question ran a hand down her spine, as if he’d caressed her with those invisible hands of his. “You are the King of Adarlan.” “Shall I be a part of the discussions, then?” “If you feel like it.” She felt his rising annoyance and hid her smirk. Dorian’s voice dropped into a low purr. “Do you know what I feel like doing?” She twisted her head to glare at him incredulously. And found the king smirking.

“What am I supposed to be watching for, exactly?”... “My eyes,” he said. “Just tell me if they change color.” She growled. “This shape-shifting is really a pressing thing to learn?” “Indulge me,” he purred, and reached inward, his magic flaring... Manon gave him a look that might have sent a lesser man running. “They’re still blue.” Gods above, she was beautiful.

“But you are not cold, not at heart. I’ve seen men who are, and you are not.” “Neither are you,” he said a bit quietly. The wrong thing to say. Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. “I am one hundred seventeen years old,” she said flatly. “I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don’t convince yourself that the events of the last few months have erased that.”

“You do care. You know it, too. It’s what makes you so damn scared of all this.” Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing. “Caring doesn’t make you weak,” he offered. “Then why don’t you heed your own advice?” “I care.”…. “I care about more than I should. I even care about you.” Another wrong thing to say. Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. “Then you’re a fool.” She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.

I even care about you. Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep… The king was a fool. Little more than a boy. What did he know of anything? Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care? She didn’t know. Didn’t want to know.

Dorian said into the darkness, “Three to a tent isn’t too comfortable, is it?” “I didn’t come back because I agree with you.” Manon yanked the blankets over herself. Dorian smiled slightly, and fell asleep once more, letting his magic warm them both.

“You’ll come back,” Manon said. It sounded like more of a threat than anything. Dorian smirked. “Would you miss me if I didn’t?” Manon didn’t reply. He didn’t know why he expected her to.

He even went so far as to run one of those phantom hands along her jaw. “You think I don’t know why you don’t want me to go to Morath?” He could have sworn she trembled. Could have sworn she arched her neck, just a little bit, leaning into that phantom touch.

“Because while you might be older, might be deadly in a thousand different ways, deep down, you’re afraid. You don’t know how to ask me to stay, because you’re afraid of admitting to yourself that you want it. You’re afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world. You’re afraid.” For several heartbeats, she just stared at him. Then she snarled, “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” and stalked away. His low laugh ripped after her. Her spine stiffened. But Manon did not turn back.

“And after?” “There will be no after.” He smiled slightly at her, a secret, knowing smile. “Won’t there be?” Manon asked, “What is it that you want?” You, he almost said. All of you.