#manon tog

[lyssasdrafts]

things that would kill the throne of glass and acotar characters from the modern world:

rowan seeing those alpha male podcasts

nesta watching dance moms and thinking about her own mom

elain and the “🎀” trend

manon seeing those sephora kids

nesta seeing booktok

feyre playing episode (the mobile game)

rhysand seeing sad beige baby homes

beron having a single bite of mac and cheese

[lady-embers]

"Hello Princeling"

"Hello Witchling"

🎨 Hachandraws

Dorian is the ultimate Shadow Daddy & Manon is 👸

Also, they remind me a bit of Azriel and Gwyn 💙

[shadowdaddies]

May you please write Manon x sunshine girl reader where she begs Manon to take her with her to one of her meetings in terrasen maybe and Manon eventually says yes and the whole time they are in the meeting Manon has her on her lap and def glares at anyone who looks too long lollol

Literally everyone (Aelin, Rowan, Dorian etc.) is like shocked because they didn’t know Manon has a mate and how this ray of sunshine is with a whole man eater lolol

this is such a cute prompt 💜 love Manon with a sunshine gf

Golden

Manon x Reader fluff

“Love, would you please let me join you in this meeting?” you pleaded, tugging Manon closer by her hands, giving her your best doe eyes as you batted your lashes at her.

With a wry smirk, Manon brought a hand to your hair, running her fingers through as she moved to cup your cheek. “Why would you want to go? I don’t even want to go. It’ll be boring political talk-“ she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Gods, it’s stressing me out just thinking about it.”

Pulling her hand away from her face, you smiled brightly, rocking back and forth on your heels in eagerness. “Exactly! But I can be there to make it less terrible. And I’m happy to go wherever you go,” you murmured, twining your fingers with hers as you leaned close, lips almost brushing.

“That does make for a tempting offer,” she murmured, golden eyes shimmering as she leaned forward, lips brushing against yours tenderly. 

You followed Manon down the hall of the castle towards the room where the meeting was being held, rushing forward to take her hand in yours, rubbing your thumb against her skin in comfort. The beautiful witch maintained a stern expression, but you felt her muscles relax under your touch as the two of you entered the room.

Four heads turned towards you, all of them standing around the table. Each of them wore curious expressions, and you watched as the striking blonde’s turquoise eyes flicked down to your joined hands, an amused smile on her full lips. Her eyes slid to Manon, grin broadening into something mischievous.

“Manon,” she purred. “I don’t believe I’ve met your friend.” Manon sighed, rolling her eyes as she gestured towards the people around you.

First indicating towards the blonde, Manon drawled, “this is Aelin, her husband, Rowan,” and turning towards the two men next to them, she continued, “and this is Dorian and Fenrys.” 

Dorian reached out a hand towards you, but you ignored it as you charged at him, wrapping your arms around the man in a warm hug. “I’ve heard so much about all of you! It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” you gushed, hugging each of them, oblivious to their shock and amusement.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Manon interrupted, prompting everyone to take their seats. Pulling out her seat, you instinctively took a spot on her lap, curling your legs up as you wrapped your arms around her neck. 

Resting your head against her chest, you listened quietly as the Erilean rulers discussed politics and trade. You couldn’t help your proud smile as Manon spoke, the sheer authority she exuded. Absentmindedly, you braided her long white hair, admiring her beauty and the soothing timber of her voice as she spoke. 

You’d nearly drifted off to sleep when something bumped against your foot, rousing you from your half-wake state. Looking down, you saw a dog with golden fur and caramel eyes staring up at you. 

“Oh, aren’t you beautiful!” you cooed, jumping to the floor as you petted the pup, giggling as she licked your face. 

“That’s Fleetfoot,” Aelin spoke, a fond smile on her features as she watched the dog lean its head against your shoulder, nudging you in request for more scratches. 

“Fleetfoot, what a sweetheart,” you murmured, letting the dog rest her head in your lap as you continued showing her love. 

“She doesn’t usually take to strangers so quickly,” Rowan noted, Aelin nodding in agreement. 

“It seems like you have a talent for earning affection from... those less inclined to affection,” Fenrys teased, throwing you a wink as Manon glared at him. 

“I’ve had enough of all of you for tonight,” Manon grumbled, standing up from her seat as she reached for your hand. You took hold of hers, leaning into the witch’s side as you bid the others a good night.

“Your friends are so lovely, Manon! We should get a dog,” you noted, practically skipping down the hall back towards your shared bedroom.

“They are not my friends. And we already have Abraxos,” Manon retorted. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you flashed her a playful grin. “Sure, those aren’t your friends,” you said in a sarcastic tone. “I had a wonderful time. Thank you for letting me join you,” you continued, eyes turning soft as you became more serious.

Manon stopped, pulling you to her as her hands threaded in your hair. “Thank you, for being there for me. I love you,” she whispered, leaning down as she began peppering kissed along your jaw, down your neck.

A whimper escaped you, the need to have her alone suddenly the only thing on your mind. Breathlessly, you tugged her away only to pull her along with you down the hall. “Let’s go back to the room and I’ll show you just how much I love you, too.”

[ladydelena]

Acotar/ToG Absolute CRACK theory:

At first I thought Eris/Mor were mates and that was the secret, but what if Eris wanted Mor because they’re both crochan/witch descendant royalty? And that's what he suspected when they were young? Not a mating bond?

The both have manon's eyes/The eyes of the valg kings right? But (and also I still think he's Helion's son) he realized she and Azriel were mates when he was searching for her in the woods because he could sense the bond the way helion/lucien sense those things? And he respects the mating bond (as well as the fact that i think he suspected Mor was not into him) so he broke the engagement (obviously in a crass way, the best he could under his circumstances, we know he has a moral compass even if he's an ass too.)

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Please do not take this seriously, or do, I am in crack theory mode lmao.

[moonlightazriel]

Just made this to say that I started cuphead and I hate this fucking flower.

[packetofsuga]

Manon Blackbeak

[sheepyboo]

Aelin and Manon vibes

[rainingriversofyou]

Dorian, Manon & Abraxos - TOG 🩶 Artist: andieburky

[stormwvr]

dorian with both manon and celaena

[dudakka]

Manorian+ old romance covers = ✨perfection✨

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[summerbummin]

The citizens of Adralan trying to figure out who King Dorian is dating

Is it Queen Manon? Lord Chaol? Queen Aelin? Ambassador Fenrys? Who knows? Not them

[shadowdaddies]

It would be so cute if Manon hisses and snaps at anyone who talks to her gf because she’s so protective but only feels okay if the thirteen do it. She only thinks her gf is safe if she or the thirteen are around. She smiles when she sees the thirteen make her gf smile and giggle

DO YOUR MAGIC

Roar of the Wind

Manon x Reader fluff

Your boots crunched against the hay as Manon led you through the wyvern warrens, a possessive hand wrapped around your waist. The smell of the large beasts permeated the air, and you subtly brought the sleeve of your shirt to cover your nose to keep from gagging. 

Manon gave you a sidelong glance, a soft laugh escaping her at your thinly veiled distaste. You passed by a stall where a Yellowlegs witch was feeding her wyvern, the rust-colored beast giving a pleased hum as it licked its chops. You giggled at the smile that seemed to show on the creature’s face, causing the Yellowlegs witch to turn and give you a smile. She opened her mouth to say something, shutting it quickly and backing away when Manon hissed at her, staring daggers as her arm tightened around your waist.

You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your amusement, your hand moving to find Manon’s on your waist, interlocking your fingers with hers. Pride flashed across her features, the witch queen standing slightly taller as you reached Abraxos’s stall. The wyvern bumped his gray snout against you, nearly knocking you over with the force as his chest rumbled in demand for pets. 

Manon rolled her eyes, patting the beast’s neck as she maneuvered past him to grab the saddle. You heard a squeal of excitement before arms wrapped around your middle and you were pulled back into a fierce hug. Your head whipped to where Manon stood, half-expecting the iron nails to rip the person to shreds, but Manon just smiled as Vesta pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Hi, lovely!” she exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she let you go, her red hair blowing behind her in the wind.

“Look who it is!” Asterin said, coming up to you as she slung one arm around your shoulders, the other around Vesta’s. 

“Hey Ster,” you greeted softly, relaxing into her touch as Manon smiled at the three of you. “We’re just going for a flight on Abraxos.”

Vesta and Asterin exchanged a glance before smirking at Manon. “Is this an exclusive, romantic flight, or might we join as well?” Vesta teased.

Manon shot her a playful glare, looking back and forth between the witches as if she were deciding whether it was worth putting up with them. You gave a slight nod of approval, smiling as Manon sighed in resignation. “Alright, you can come with us.” 

Vesta and Asterin left to mount each of their own wyverns, leaving you with Manon and Abraxos. Pressing a kiss to Manon’s cheek, you leapt into the saddle behind her, ready for flight. “I’ll make sure we get some time alone once we’re home,” you promised, pressing a kiss below her ear, reveling in the blush that crossed her cheeks just before Abraxos took off.

[i-only-see-daylight]

Manon: Elide, your husband, Lorcan, is a loser, Aelin and I both agree.

Elide: You do?

Aelin: No, uh-uh, I never called him a loser!

Manon: Sorry, I’m the one who called him a loser. Manon: Aelin called him a clown.

[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 😆

[pergaminaa]

Friendly reminder that Dorian Havilliard pushed aside a valg prince possessing him just so that he can have a few seconds to rizz up the hot witch that showed up