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aho-dapa · 2 years ago
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Chaol and Aelin getting a confrontation scene in queen of shadows I need for personal catharsis. Meant as pro chaol, but I really just wanted aelin to look at her hypocritical views on how she values the lives of others.
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“This was my home too.” Aelin snaps.
Chaol scoffs, “Some home you must have had. If all you talk about is burning it to the ground.”
“Shouldn’t I?” Aelin asks, dangerously low, “Adarlan conquered my people, killed my family, made us slaves!”
Aelin stalks closer to him, shoulders tight, “Don’t you think that’s worth burning it down for?”
This time Chaol watches her, stares right into her eyes to find her answer—and laughs. Laughs so hard he’s nearly crying, nearly falling to the ground in hysterics.
“Ohhhhh,” Chaol says, stretching out the sound almost maliciously, “so that’s what this is?”
Chaol takes in a deep breath, that damned smile still on his face and asks, “Just tell me the truth. You just want an excuse for all your rage. You want to burn these streets? Fine. But don’t blame the people of Adarlan. They were just as much slaves to this kingdom as you were.”
That rage that Chaol taunted her for boils over into something sharp and the fire in her veins becomes molten.
Chaol’s head turns back with such force that she’s almost surprised that she’s slapped him. Almost.
After a silent, tense moment, Chaol chuckles and the anger in his eyes almost looks like pain, “Is that the only way you know how to treat me, Celaena?”
Her old name whispers against her heart, slithering its way into her soul, biting and poisoning her blood. It feels like an accusation.
Horribly, it feels like the truth.
“Don’t you dare,” she chokes on her fury, “Don’t you dare.”
“Is it?” He asks quietly, all of his previous humor gone like it was never even there, before he begins again with hollow eyes. “My people were forced into this war, and were hunted down when they resisted. Magic was so newly stolen away that they didn’t stand a chance. You’ve forgotten, oh great queen, that the slaughter began here first.”
Chaol steps closer, close enough that his breath mingles with hers, “Did you also forget that Adarlan also used its own people in labor camps, to make the war even possible? Do you know what family names were wiped out on that day? What children were put in chains for? Where they were buried?”
Quietly, almost like a dying breath, he leans in closer and his words gut her like a dagger, “They don’t have graves. Or records. Or even anyone here left to remember them. To know their lives, to know their fucking names.”
Aelin takes in a sharp breath, hating him. Hating him with all her broken heart. Hates the tears in his eyes, hates his last name, hates his grief. She burns and burns and hates.
“If you really hate anyone, Aelin,” and something in her rips apart in the way he says her name, “you should at least hate the right people. After all, if you want to hate me for serving a king I never wanted to serve, just like you, or even if you want to hate me for Nehemia,” Aelin can feel the crack in his voice as his says her dead friend’s name, “alright, I’ll carry that hatred for you.”
“Just think, that when you do finally point your sword at Adarlan, know you’ll kill a beggar’s child before you even reach his throne.”
Aelin gasps as the tears falling down her face scald her cheeks. She stares into his cold gaze and she can’t look away as that part of her she’s achingly fueled her whole life dies out, and she’s left with something worse than hate.
“That is what killing means to me, what the weight of a life means to me. Assassin or not, queen or not, I am sick of hearing of how you only value life when it suits you.”
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(Here’s some more because I’m being petty)
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The sword is heavy in his hands as he beheads another Valg.
When his sword stops ringing and everything stills, he pauses to feel the black, rotting blood that stains his clothes, his blade, his skin—he knows he’ll never forget the smell even at his dying breath.
Still, he kneels next to the severed head. Not a guard, or a rebel.
He grabs a large cloth from his vest and ties it closed next to the other three heads leashed onto his belt.
He stands up, the weight of his bones aching, and he continues the hunt.
Step by step, the only thing that can comfort him is the knowledge that he might have a sliver of a chance that he would one day know the names of the heads at his thigh.
As they brush against the scabbard of his sword, he swears to himself and all his wretched dead that he won’t let them die nameless.
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Did you notice how I didn’t name him once, yeah that was intentional, thank you and goodbye
Also yeah I mirrored aelin’s way of her talking about her beloved dead / his wretched dead all refer to all the people he’s killed
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luminarai · 2 years ago
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dog owners vs cat owners: the immortal gay edition
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zairaalbereo · 1 year ago
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Yusuf and Nicolò, falling in love in the early days
— a follow up to “Sea Riders”
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gracie-rosee · 10 months ago
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There’s a startling lack of TOG content for sjm romance week. I fear a lot of tog writers have gone and disappeared 🥺
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non-un-topo · 1 year ago
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Was thinking about periods that best suited them based on body type
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yasmterrasen · 11 months ago
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The Eras Tour with Elorcan
okay, an inspiration that I got from: @danikamariewrites. ♥️
a modern!elorcan x reader:
• When you and Elide found out that Taylor was going on tour, you were excited.
• Lorcan barely had time to reason when they saw the two women, more excited than ever, running up to him and talking about it.
• He was never a fan of pop, and most of the time he was always talking and making jokes about you and Elide listening to these "little girl" songs, but you both knew that he knows the lyrics to each song by heart.
• You and Elide are very excited the day you buy the tickets, and of course you buy the VIP, and Lorcan loves seeing the big smiles on both of you.
• Elide sometimes seems even more anxious than you, the two of you preparing for months, organizing your clothes and listening to the albums from the beginning, singing the lyrics with the highest possible tone of voice.
• The day arrives, and you and Elide spend every hour getting ready. Elide wears a beautiful dress with Lover's colors and you wear Red's dress. Lorcan wears typical black clothes, which makes you and Elide roll your eyes, so you fill him with Friendship Bracelets and they tell him to at least pretend to be on Reputation.
• You guys get there and make Lorcan a camera. He takes photos of you all the time, and is more than happy to do so. Of course, the three of you take photos together, and everyone's cell phone gallery is full of photos and videos from this show.
• You and Elide scream and dance the entire show, and Lorcan also lets go in many moments, but usually looking at you with a smile that said it all.
• By the end, you and Elide were hoarse, the three of you covered in sweat. You could barely walk with your heels and the calluses that formed on your feet, this made you and Elide lean on each other as you walked and Lorcan called a car.
• You two were sleepy, and almost fell asleep in the car, but Lorcan woke you up and helped you get out of the car and go into the house.
• He's pure muscle, and he didn't let you take a single step when you two got out of the car. He placed you and Elide on both his shoulders and carried you to the bedroom. While you two were lying in bed, he came down and made sure the house was closed and safe.
•You and Elide take a shower and put on the first pair of pajamas you can find.Lorcan found out and sees the two of you lying in bed, eating some snacks and your bodies are tired.
• You rest your head on Elide's shoulder and you cuddle together, while Lorcan finishes showering and starts massaging both of your feet.
• Elide snuggles into you and the three of you lie down, Lorcan's arms wrapping around your body and Elide's.
• This is how you sleep, with your back pressed against Lorcan's muscular chest and his hand stroking Elide's hair. Tired, but very happy with the moment that happened.
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galaxyofstars · 7 months ago
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'sjm is a romantasy author and it's not that serious. it's meant to be fun" for you. i started tog when romantasy was not a genre. i remember waiting for QoS to come out. i went and bought it at the bookstore the week it was released. it was just another ya series (that i was obsessed with and loved). i witnessed the degradation of her writing after HoF. it felt like a betrayal. i started reading her when i was a lot younger, and followed her series for years. it's too late the obsession was already created. the betrayal was personal (sjm has no idea i exist). so no i will not get over it let me have my fun.
like. look. i love the concepts and ideas and blueprints for the characters. they're fun and you can have a good time reading them. i hated chaol and still read CoM and ToD. i hated rowaelin and still enjoyed the series. just when the quality is at the point where it feels almost insulting that she published it and expected people to pay money for it it pisses me off a little.
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acourtofquestions · 5 months ago
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I am in the Rowaelin phase of my Throne of Glass era and I legit cannot get over every single detail of them… I am about to become very annoying to everyone I know who has not read this book… this blog has been warned
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savourings · 9 months ago
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in my reading era and THRIVING
but i want more mutuals who match the vibe
follow if you are a basic bitch who read hunger games and twilight as a kid and then stopped reading until you picked up acotar/tog and now you’re reading every romantasy/na lit you can get your hands on
…too specific? 🤷‍♀️😅
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shadowturtlesstuff · 11 months ago
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Reputation will always be aelin's album
Reputation is an album that appears to be one thing and is something else when you look at it closely.
It appears dark, gothic, bitter and entwined in snakes- meaning deception, liars, selfishness.
All of which sums up the reputation of celeana sardothian. She is bitter and angry at the world. She is look what you made me do. Seeking revenge in an effort to dampen her grief, betrayal, loneliness.
The album progresses and we realise it is more of a love album. All they want is for someone to look at every aspect of them. The good, bad and the broken. And still be in love.
Which sums up rowan and aelins love. It is why they are the best throne of glass couple, and in my opinion. The best couple. They see every broken and bitter element alongside all their good. Their loyalty and perseverance. And they love each other for who they are.
Delicate is aelins song. She has fought her while life under different names, different circumstances and chaol's betrayal at the end of crown if midnight almost confirms to her that she is to broken and violent to love. She isn't worth the risk. He saw her for her true self and forced her away. Delicate is the heir of fire song. Because rowan starts to learn the real aelin and falls in love. Aelin starts to learn the real rowan that he shields from almost everyone due to his own grief and guilt. And she falls in love.
Songs such as dancing with put hands tied. Dont blame me ect... all epitomise how deeply they love each other because they understand they would do anything for the other person even if it damaged their reputation or risked their own life.
There is also the perception that everyone around them sees their relationship and understands this too.
Also dress- the golden nightgown
I did something bad is just aelins main theme song.
Call it what you want- aelin loses her kingdom and in assassins blade is willing to give up the fight back for it just to live at peace with Sam. But as she fights she falls in love with rowan who's sole purpose is to keep her alive and serve her. He believes he has nothing to offer because he doesn't have wealth or an army but all she needs is him. He saves her in the end, and not just due to the tattoo that keeps her alive forging the lock. But the promise of a future with her king and a kingdom.
I could go on and on about this
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aho-dapa · 2 years ago
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Like, chaol does have a reason to be suspicious of aelin (and his fear of magic is never even explained, it’s just there)
He’s worried that aelin will kill Dorian because he has a valg prince in his body and HE’S RIGHT TO BE WORRIED??
Aelin spends most of her pov chapters thinking about killing her friend and people comment that she’s doing the smart thing for killing her friend and like??
It’s frustrating too, because the decision is put solely in her hands because she’s the protagonist because the book even says that she’s the only one who can help dorian like???
Soooooo if you can’t save Dorian, no one else can even try??
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luminarai · 7 months ago
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Thank you all so much for participating in my ‘help me post old stuff’-poll! To my surprise this was the winner, it’s probably the oldest one of the entire list and it’s just two sketchy studies of Joe and Nicky in historical garb (I can’t even find the ref photos anymore but I know I had some). It’s absolutely itching in my fingers to clean them up and add some light etc but I promised myself not to so here ya go!
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a-library-ghost · 1 year ago
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CHAOL AND YRENE + DAYLIGHT BY TAYLOR SWIFT CONSIDER 😭😭😭
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dylanswiftacheron · 6 months ago
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long story short is the rowaelin song
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non-un-topo · 1 year ago
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Rating: M
Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Trans Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Gender Identity, Crusades Era Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani & Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, No actual SA occurs, Canon-Typical Violence, POV First Person, just trust me though, Melodrama, gotta tag for that because i'm a dramatic person
Summary:
At first, there were only names. Yusuf of the Kaysanites, pious and sure and cunning like my merchant father before me. Yusuf, a strong, godly name, given and taken by no one but myself. It was the name with which I carried myself to my new life, to the walls of al-Quds. I could not have predicted, at the time, the violence that would befall her. Her, that was the land that was holy, and her, that was me. A merchant’s daughter from Mahdia, who carried an old sword and a new story.
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monomonommonn · 2 years ago
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IT'S
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KHUN IN A SUIT! I REPEAT! KHUN IN A SUIT!!
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