#king of scars quotes

[stromuprisahat]

“Where is the shrine to my aunt? To Saint Harshaw? To Sergei or Marie or Fedyor? Who will worship them and light candles in their names?”

King of Scars- Chapter 14

My, my, my... all I care about are the people ~I~ knew personally, by name.

“Where is the shrine to Ivan's family? To Saint Ivan? To dozens of nameless oprichniki or Grisha slaughtered in pogroms following the expansion of the Fold? To hundreds of unnamed Grisha the Darkling was responsible for, who disappeared between the beginning of Alina's story and its end? Who will worship them and light candles in their names?”

Or better- who remembers them enough to mention their existence?!

[starry-bi-sky]

How i envisioned Danny's ghost form/Phantom in my Danyal Al Ghul au (images at bottom of post). His ghost form has some pr heavy influence from the League, because I thought it'd be neat + to kinda show how even after four years, the League still had some kind of impact on who is he as a person. Plus some milder Robin influence in his boots and the cape (which i meant to be split down the middle to have some kind of 'bird wing' silhouette) as a way to indicate his lingering desire to meet his dad.

The pauldron lookin-thing on his upper chest is based off certain Danny Phantom designs I see that give him that white,,, marking,,, thing. I've been calling it the Jedi Chestplate because it reminds me of the clone wars Jedi armor. So like, slight homage to his hazmat suit.

(not pictured: his thermos and his sword)

behold! the judgmental lil shit (affectionate) himself

[legitlionkingquotes]

Zira: I lost my dear king, Scar.

Scar's spirit in the volcano: Quit telling everyone I'm dead!

Zira: Sometimes, I can still hear his voice.

[zoyalaisobachka]

Nikolai: My girlfriend (who is asleep) just rolled over, wrapped her arms around me and very lovingly whispered "i want to murder you". And they say romance is dead.

[swiftievolturra]

The Crow Residence

Inej: (in Ravkan) What's the best place in Ketterdam for a date?

Nina: There's this Waffle place that I really- why are you looking at Kaz like that and why do you sound like THAT

Inej: I'm pretending to be angry at Kaz and I want him to think that-

Nina: You and him? This is interesting.

Other side of the dining room(in a business meeting)

Jesper: What's going on?

Kaz: I don't know but I think I'm in trouble

zoya: *holding back laughter* Oh you ARE in trouble

nikolai: BIG trouble

[ordinarythingsiflovecaneverbe]

Zoya of the lost city.

Zoya of the garden.

Zoya bleeding in the snow.

You are strong enough, to survive the fall.

[taurielofmirkwood77777]

Nina: Matthias, I'm cold.

Matthias: *puts his jacket over her* Here you go, dear.

Genya: David, I'm also cold.

David: *takes off jacket* Well why didn't you say this sooner *takes off hat* do you know how easy it is to freeze to death *takes off scarf* because I do

Inej: Kaz, I-

Kaz: *lights kruge on fire*

Inej: Oh, that's nice.

Wylan: Jesper, I'm cold too.

Jesper: Well damn Wylan, I not an Etherialki, I can't control the weather!

Nikolai: Aren't you gonna say you're cold?

Zoya: I already brought my own jacket.

Nikolai: Damn.

[vi-cross]

Nikolai about Zoya at some point: I do kinda like it when she's mean to me. Hopefully that's more of a philosophical defect than a weird sexual thing

[i-only-see-daylight]

Kaz: Can you be serious for five minutes? 

Nina: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

[dfwbwfbbwfbwf]

"What’s it like having the fluids in your eyes boil? I’d imagine it might sting a little."

"I won't leave you! I'm sick of watching people die! and I can't just sit back and take it anymore! I won't let anyone else get killed! Not when I can protect them!"

"I don't know if you exist or not God; but cut me some slack. Even a guy like me needs a break. Please, let me enjoy the happiness of having a cup of coffee with my family."

"The next time I make you cry, it'll be tears of joy!"

"General, you are among the weak who will become the foundation of this country - literally."

"It's all right. I won't cry. Didn't I promise that the next time I cried would be tears of joy?"

"Living through all of these endless years, I always felt like I'd been struck with a curse. But then I found you, and we had our sons, and I suddenly felt blessed, grateful for the life I had. I've had a fulfilling life. Thanks to you, it's been enough."

"I'd like to hear more details about this... in between your screaming."

"The one thing worse than death is to avert your eyes from it. Look straight at the people you kill. Don't take your eyes off them for a second. And don't ever forget them, because I promise that they won't forget you."

"So sorry, I no understand much language of this country! Okay, buh-bye now!"

"You cannot burden yourself with me - if you do, they'll only get you, too. A king is no king without his people, but a people without their king would be lost as well. You can't do that to them! My lord, think of our clan! You must live for their sake!"

"Do they really expect me to make a complete mockery of myself by entering through the back door of my own Palace?"

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[stromuprisahat]

Why Ivan's loss doesn't matter, when Zoya's does?

The duality of the narrative, expecting the reader to feel for one person over and over, when dismissing another.

“You know what he plans to do, Ivan.” “He plans to bring us peace.” “At what price?” I asked desperately. “You know this is madness.” “Did you know I had two brothers?” Ivan asked abruptly. The familiar smirk was gone from his handsome face. “Of course not. They weren’t born Grisha. They were soldiers, and they both died fighting the King’s wars. So did my father. So did my uncle.” “I’m sorry.” “Yes, everyone is sorry. The King is sorry. The Queen is sorry. I’m sorry. But only the Darkling will do something about it.”

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 20

“Liliyana Garin? Have you seen her? Is she alive?” The old customer’s face paled. “I … She tried to help me when the darkness came. She pushed me out of the way so that I could run. If not for her—” Zoya had released a sob, not wanting to hear any more. Brave Liliyana. Of course she had run toward the docks when the screaming began, ready to help. Why couldn’t you be a coward this one time? Zoya could not help imagining the dark stain of the Fold bleeding over the town, the monsters descending from the air with their teeth and claws, shrieking as they tore her aunt apart. All her kindness had meant nothing, her generosity, her loving heart. She’d been nothing but meat to them. She’d meant even less to the Darkling, the man who had unleashed his horrors just to make a point, the man she had as good as worshipped.

King of Scars- Chapter 25

Ivan loses four loved ones in wars.

Zoya two in connection to unexpected military action.

Ivan's family was fulfilling their duty enacted by the Crown.

Zoya's aunt acted recklessly out of her own free will, entering a dangerous situation completely defenceless.

Ivan's wrong to support a man, who wants to prevent his experience repeating.

Zoya's entitled to seek revenge on the man responsible for the disaster her aunt used to commit suicide.

Are we truly expected to overlook the double standard of sympathy?

Are we truly expected to pretend (lack of) choice doesn't matter?

Why is personal vendetta against a single person, that will harm never mentioned acceptable, when supporting systematic change is deplorable due to its casualties?

Or is it to suggest soldiers aren't human beings, not the way civilians making a bad choice are?

[slashingdisneypasta]

Gross, filthy, pathetic, evil cowards begging for their lives. Bonus points with bargaining or tears or throwing someone else under the bus. *Disney edition

"You wouldn't do old Hook in now, would you lad?,, I'll go away forever, I'll do anything you say!... *Gulp*... I'm a codfish... I'M A CODFISH!" (Captain Hook, Peter Pan) and "Belle, please... I'm afraid." (Rumpelstiltskin, OUAT) and "Let me go! Let me go! Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything! Anything!" (Gaston, The Beauty and the Beast) and "Simba- Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg of you... But Simba I-... am-... family!... Its the hyenas who are the real enemy- It was their fault- it was their idea!" (Scar, The Lion King) and "Hercules stop! You cant do this to me, you can-... fine, okay, listen, okay well i deserved that. Herc! Herc, Herc- can we talk?? Your dad; He's a fun guy, right? So, maybe you could put in a good word with him... and he'd, you know, just blow this whole thing off, you know? Meg- Meg, talk to him a little. Schmooze- " (Hades, Hercules) and "How am I ever gonna pay back my debt!??- Friends! No- I'm not ready at all! I got lots more plans! This is just a minor setback in a major operation. As soon as I whip up another spell, we'll be back in business! I still got that froggy prince locked away!- I just need a little more time! No, please- Just a little more time! I promise!!" (Dr Facilier, The Princess and the Frog) and-

+Bonus; "... i dont wanna bE A GOOD CAPTAINNN!!"

[udovaintomyheart]

Nikolai hoisted himself onto the rock. “I don’t expect you to be wooed or bribed or swayed by my admittedly winning demeanor,” he said so quietly that only the monk and Zoya and Tamar could hear. “But you may be swayed by the sniper stationed behind that gentle knoll—do you see it? Excellent spot for picnicking—with orders to burst your head like a summer melon if I lift my right hand.” Nikolai raised his hand and the boy flinched, but the king merely adjusted the lapel of his coat.

“I would gladly be martyred—” “You won’t be martyred … Yuri, is it? You’ll be a mistake. That bullet will graze my shoulder and I’ll make sure to fall very dramatically to the ground. The shooter will confess to being an assassin who wished to murder the Lantsov king. Maybe he’ll even say he was loyal to the cause of the Starless Saint.” “But that … that’s preposterous,” the monk sputtered. “Is it more preposterous than the king of Ravka putting himself in the path of a sniper’s bullet in order to rid the kingdom of an upstart monk?Because that, my friend, is quite a story.”

King of Scars, Chapter 7 (Zoya)

[zoyalaisobachka]

Someone (to Zoya): Not everyone is cut out to be a princess. You're proof of that. Nikolai, coming out of nowhere: That's why she's a queen!

[applecidersstuff]

If we do get a Soc3(which I’m not sure about) we need the old gang to be together again but now they also have Nikolai and Zoya and Nina brought Hanne with her.

So every single planning(and basically any other time) will go like this:

Kaz*explaining some complicated as fuck plan*: … and then we will break into his hou-

Nikolai*the only one who listens*: but do we do it from the roof, from windows or through the front door?

Zoya*annoyed at both of them*:I’m gonna get myself something to drink

Nina: I’m going with you, I want waffles

Inej*playing cards with Jesper and trying to make sure her bf is not being a little shit again*: Kaz, answer the question!

Jesper*very much obviously loosing*: why are you so good at this?

Wylan*making a smoke bomb because he got bored of Kaz’s explanation*: and then you put this here-

Hanne*having no idea what is going on, so they picked the only person they thought was less insane*: and that makes the smoke?