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Don’t get me wrong guys Manon is, and forever will be, my number one, but idk I was rereading the ToD exclusive chapter and Nesryn… I understand Sartaq a little more now

#throne of glass #manon blackbeak #sarah j maas #tog #nesryn faliq #sartaq #tower of dawn #I’m so gay for the tog ladies

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I humbly request MORE MANORIAN PLEASE!

#always and forever #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian

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I’ve been reading SJM books the past few months and I honestly did not expect the amount of actual fighting happening between grown women about ships.

I love it. Please bring me into it

I don’t have strong opinions about any characters but I’ll form them if someone wants to argue I promise

#this is actually so funny #this fandom has always been this feral #and it’s crazy #justice for Malide tho #sarah j maas #throne of glass #manon blackbeak

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#is manon an option #sarah j maas #throne of glass

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“From now until the darkness claims us

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This commision ripped out my heart…I’m fine 🙃 (AC: @bookishkoda)

#I told yall to stoopppp #throne of glass #manon blackbeak #the thirteen throne of glass #the thirteen #asterin blackbeak #sorrel blackbeak #bookish art #throne of glass fanart

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Sorry this is going to be a rant about ACOTAR, and I will be speaking badly about the IC in general. If that triggers you, move on.

Sometimes I truly don’t think this fandom read ACOSF with any unbiased opinion in their brain. The lack of sympathy shown to Nesta in the conversations surrounding her just to somehow justify the ICs actions towards her and her mental health is genuinely wild. Was what she was doing right in any way? No. Was her spending Rhysands money on anything and everything to suit her wants right? No. Was her being hateful to everyone right? No, but those things will never compare to what the IC did in locking her up with a male she had clearly stated over and over again she didn’t want to be around. It will never compare to taking her out of her safe space and isolating her from the world. Especially when her human body, her human life, her human culture and who she was at her core was violated and ripped away by the cauldron without her consent. She had never had any control over her life and even less when Feyre became Fae and, involved her sisters in a war that was never theirs to deal with. It was abhorrent of them to deal with Nesta’s mental struggle the way they did. The IC, instead of trying literally any other way to help her (excluding trying to force her into family functions), just shoved her out of the way and dealt either her mental state in a way that was convenient for them and their wants. However, this is where the conversation needs to steer into a territory of being unbiased. I despise the way they handle Nesta, but I can’t say I would’ve done differently. Even if they are older than dirt, mental health is a very complicated thing, and it can be hard (almost impossible) to know what to do. The only real problem in this situation is, this fandom thinking the IC was completely correct or Nesta being completely correct. They were both completely in the wrong in many different ways.

#fuck acotar just write another tog book already #acotar #nesta archeron #nessian #feysand #the inner circle #acomaf #acosf

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Whenever you think it’s too late to change just remember manon didn’t become a decent person until she was 100+ 😍

#and this is why she is my inspiration #love her

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Firsts

A manorian one shot that has all my usual tropes. I have a long standing head canon that Manon secretly watches Dorian a lot. She thinks it’s just out of curiosity since he’s a human. And that’s part of it, but there’s a bit more 😏. Also, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about all the first times they didn’t get in the books. So here are some, thrown into one fic.

Thanks to @mrstrafalgardshanks (for sparking some parts of this fic) and @itach-i (for her beta reading and constant manorian trashiness)! ❤️❤️

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The heavy rain darkened the red of her cloak, turning it into a deep wine color. This was lucky, Manon thought. The cloak was the best way to hide her white braid and allow her the freedom to sneak in without being seen. A group of merchants sped by, heading for the castle entrance, and she jogged to catch up with them. The guard waved them in out of the weather, not looking twice as she pretended to be with them.

She’d never been in the castle. At least, not this part. She’d watched his balcony for hours that one night so long ago. Then she’d seen his bedroom. After it was destroyed by that Yellowlegs bitch. Manon grinned, remembering how Abraxos had disposed of the witch’s wyvern with one snap of his ironteeth. She’d never been able to feel remorse over that. Not when Dorian had been so close to his end.

They’d written, but this would be the first time seeing each other since the war. Manon had decided on a whim to come, and here she was. The sleepless nights had caught up so quickly. Meetings with her council passed without much input from their queen, and she’d begun to forget things. When Petrah offered to oversee the Wastes, to give Manon a break, she hadn’t argued. If nothing else, her kingdom deserved a queen who could remember the orders she’d given. A few days away might bring her back to herself.

Watching Rifthold’s people filter through the entrance hall into the throne room, she peered through her hood at the faces. The nobility and upper classes wore the usual pinched expressions of wealth and privilege, making her wonder how closely they’d allied themselves with Erawan to survive the war with their riches intact. The thought made her cheeks heat in rage.

The others, civilians wearing dingier clothing and awed looks at their surroundings, had suffered. These were the residents left homeless by the witches and valg king. Conscripted into Erawan’s monster army, set free by Southern Continent healers, and likely left with no memory of those months. If they were lucky. It struck her how difficult his job as king would be in the coming years.

As Manon skirted around the walls, she remembered Dorian’s most recent letter. He’d written about the nightmares he’d been having, images of pain and hell inflicted by his own hands. Images of those hands morphing into his father’s.

Perhaps that was why she hadn’t argued with Petrah. It made a good excuse to come here. To check on a friend.

A loud, vivacious laugh caught her ear and she saw Yrene across the crowd. Quickly, Manon pulled her hood a little tighter, hoping the material was still dark enough to blend in.

The line to speak to the King was long and enough people had come simply to watch that Manon was able to get into the throne room unseen. Taking a spot in the back corner, she resisted the urge to stand on something in order to actually see the throne.

She didn’t know why she was sneaking. It felt ridiculous. Childish.

But the thought of having planned a visit, or being received as the Witch Queen, with all the pomp and attention it required, made her skin itch. She’d considered waiting for him in his rooms and surprising him. But after sending Abraxos away to hunt at the city wall when they’d arrived, she’d heard about the Audience with the King happening that day. It would be boring, of course, watching Adarlanians petition Dorian for things or settle disputes. But her curiosity had been piqued. As a queen, she’d wondered how his court was run and thought this might be a good learning experience.

She hadn’t really thought it through though. It was impossible to hear and she could not get a clear view of him no matter how high she stood on her toes. There were simply too many people.

About to give up and go find a way into his rooms, Manon pushed through the people in front of her. Suddenly, and for just a moment, there was a break in the crowd.

Dorian was sitting at a table, Chaol next to him along with others. Advisors, she guessed. The throne sat empty behind him. A couple was speaking to him, gesturing wildly to a snarling merchant. Dorian wrote quickly while the others at the table listened.

When he finally looked up, she got her first sight of his face in months.

His black hair had grown, curling around his crown. But other than that, he looked the same - bronze skin, a quick smile, and sparkling blue eyes. Even from this distance, the sunlight caught his eyes.

But no, she realized, as something else sparkled too. He was different.

His crown.

She’d never seen him with it on.

It was a thick band of gold with three large stones, rubies, set along the front. Simple, but well crafted. There were designs incised along the band but she couldn’t make out the detail.

He looked like a king.

Her king.

The break filled in again and she was shuffled aside, back against the wall. Growling under her breath at the rudeness, she regretted being disguised and almost reached for a dagger.

As she turned to leave, that thought - her king - fluttered into her mind again. But she pushed it away and focused on the shove by the crowd, letting her annoyance take over as she left the castle.

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Dorian closed his door and sagged against it, exhausted by the day and so many people. This was the fourth audience held in Rifthold since the war. After the first one, he’d called for a table and abandoned his throne, wanting to actually get something accomplished. He’d started the practice with the hopes of letting his people see him, speak to him. Trust him. And while that seemed to be happening, albeit very slowly, a part of him was regretting it.

It was the same part that longed for the adventures and romance that he read about in his novels. The part that wanted to be a normal man, anonymous and irresponsible.

But that part was small enough that he could tuck it away and forget about it.

Not the longing for romance though. Golden eyes, moon white hair, a fleeting smile given only to him. That was something Dorian refused to forget, even if it might not ever happen.

We’ll see.

Those two words spoken with that not-quite-there smile. Manon had looked at him, smiled at him, when she said them. The hope she’d sparked that day still filled him. Especially on nights like this when he was dead tired yet afraid to try and fall asleep.

Pulling himself away from the door, he strode through his outer rooms into the bedroom. Dorian glanced at his desk and thought about writing to her. But he’d just sent a letter last week. He should at least wait for a reply. With a laugh at himself, he thought he should try to maintain some semblance of control.

Grabbing a glass, he poured himself some wine and stared at the mess around his desk. Piles of books, papers, even some containers of soil that were given to him by a farmer at the last audience day. The man insisted his additions to the soil would improve crops across the kingdom. Dorian kicked at one, telling himself he needed to look into the claim.

After draining his wine, Dorian put the glass atop a stack of novels and reached for his crown.

“Leave it on.”

Dorian spun, his magic noticeably not flaring to defend him.

Manon sat on his bed, back against the headboard, her bare feet crossed, a book open in her lap.

As he stared at her, trying to decide if she was real or a figment of his imagination, she stood and walked toward him.

Her eyes, glowing in the light of the fire, caught on his crown. “It looks good on you,” she said.

Real. Her scent, her presence, her voice filled him.

“Hello witchling.”

Manon smiled then. A true smile. For him.

“Hello princeling.”

She reached for his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. Dorian watched, using every bit of self control he had to let her undress him. It struck him that they’d never done this before. Every other time had been hurried, either to avoid the cold or to pretend there was nothing between them. Hell, they’d never even used a real bed.

So he let her slowly unbutton his shirt, let her remove her leathers, enjoying the show she made of it, his eyes drinking her in, her eyes never leaving his.

And when she led him to his bed, he kept his crown on.

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The next morning, Dorian woke early to send two messages - one to Chaol canceling all his meetings that day, and one to the kitchens for enough food to last until tomorrow. Then he returned to bed, where Manon still slept.

Later, when they were enjoying a very late breakfast in in bed, he caught her smiling. “Is something funny?” he asked lightly.

Manon bit into a piece of bacon and looked around the room. He followed her gaze but saw nothing amusing.

“I’ve never spent a day lazing around in bed,” she finally replied. “Unless I was injured. I suppose with all your many lovers, this is nothing new for you.” She was teasing him, but he responded seriously.

“You’ve never done this? Never wanted to stay with someone after?” He saw the answer in her face, the way her smile faded. Pushing the tray of food away, he pulled her onto him, her legs straddling his waist. “Ask me who I will do this for now,” he demanded.

Manon said nothing, but the heavy rise and fall of her chest gave away her excitement.

Dorian kissed her, using his magic to pin her hands behind her back and yank her closer while his real hands tangled in her hair. Her teeth scraped over his lip and he moaned.

“Ask me.” His voice was rough and commanding as he freed her mouth to speak.

Barely a whisper, she said, “Who.”

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, letting her squirm in his lap as his magic caressed other spots. When she groaned, a mix of pleasure and annoyance, he said, “Just you, witchling. No one else.”

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Manon was so close to the edge, driven there by his lips and phantom touch and the sharp demand in his voice. But those words pulled her back. The promise, the declaration of … something … something they couldn’t say. Yet.

The thought of that yet made her soften in his arms. He felt it and dropped his forehead to rest on hers. “Just you, princeling.” She saw his smile, his relief.

That promise, that declaration in her words cracked a barrier inside her. Slowly, tentatively, she cupped his cheek and said, “Tell me about your nightmares.”

Dorian’s eyes flashed, either from her touch or the question. But instead of answering, he ran a knuckle under both of her eyes. “Will you tell me about yours?”

Manon nodded.

Then he kissed her, so softly and tenderly, it could have been her first kiss. It took her a moment to open her eyes and when she did, Dorian was smiling at her. She couldn’t help but return it, and soon they were laughing, at what, she didn’t know. But it felt good. Right.

They spent the rest of that day and night in and out of bed, never leaving his rooms.

Dorian taught her how to luxuriate in a hot bath, kept warm by his magic. Manon taught him how to properly sharpen the dagger Sorrel had given him a lifetime ago. He showed her the symbols on his crown, which was heavier than she’d expected.

They spoke of their nightmares, of how last night was the first time either had slept, truly slept, in forever. They shared their worries of ruling, each boosting the resolve of the other.

The next day, they had breakfast with Chaol and Yrene. Their baby stared at Manon, making her fidget in her chair despite Yrene’s reassurances that Josie was always like this with new people. Everyone watched, Chaol nervously and Dorian amused, as Yrene sat the babe in Manon’s lap.

Manon held her carefully, not wanting to drop her. Josie reached for Manon’s braid and tugged on it playfully. When she cooed, everyone laughed. That was when she realized she’d never held a baby before. She wondered how different her life, the world, everything, would be if Asterin’s witchling had lived.

Sensing the change in her mood, Dorian reached over and took Josie, distracting them all by bouncing her on his knee until she broke into a fit of giggles. Manon caught his eye and he winked at her.

A day later, Manon said goodbye to her new friends. And Dorian. It was harder to leave this time than it had been in Orynth. He walked with her to the city wall where she’d find Abraxos. They were both hooded and cloaked to avoid stares. And he held her hand - another first, and probably not the last - as he led her through streets and alleyways.

But she would return. And he would visit her. Soon. Because they’d both agreed, though not with words, that this time together had been important. They needed each other. And while she didn’t understand the full implications of that, yet, she knew it felt right. He felt right.

Her king, and his queen.

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Thanks for reading!

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And to the anon/s who sent a few requests a while back, thanks for your patience! I’ll try to get to those soon. 🤗

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God I forgot I even wrote this. And my writing… tragic

I cant get a malide au out of my head where you share a tattoo with your soulmate. Manon only got her's when Elide was born (since she's immortal) she only noticed Elide's because she saw her with the guards when her dress was pulled up and they where laughing at her leg. She never told Elide about it untill she saw her again with locan because she got jealous.I just think it's a cute au.

Manon couldnt believe her eyes when eighteen years ago a small rose with dagger through it appeared in her ribcage right below her left breast

She knew what the mark meant and she has only seen it on a few witches maybe they just hid them

She had lived quite a few decades before that and almost two more before she saw the tattoo again

On Elide fucking Lochan, daughter of Terrasen and apparent part-witch

She didn’t think much of her before she saved her from the bowels of Morath and saw tattoo on her thigh

Manon had never felt rage like that before but it got topped the moment when her grandmother told her of her parents

Then again when she saw her mate being protected and flirted with by that beast of a male

She was never a jealous person mainly because men and women and immortal had always chosen her but suddenly elide lochan was choosing the fae male

Well elide didn’t really know about the matching mark Manon shared with her

She couldn’t tell her not when she was leaving her in the woods to fair alone

But now? Now she couldn’t tell her bc the dark haired girl was happy with another

Well she lasted on that resolve for a few hours but it snapped when she saw the way the males eyes traveled up and down Elides body

So she grabbed her and sneered at the male

Manon had never felt so out of control and foolish with elide looking up at her with a raised eyebrows and the fire queen trying to hide a laugh behind her hand

She dropped Elides arm like it was Kaltains and walked away

Then the red haired bitch who called her self queen showed up

Then the other bitch who called herself queen showed up once manon and aelin stepped out of the damning mirror

Lorcan apparently fucked up and elide, well, elide truly is an Ironteeth with taht temper

Once on a wyvern and away to try searching crochans did manon think about the mark again

From there to where they stopped for the night manon didn’t stop thinking about elide lochan who had finally stopped weeping and looked resolved

Elide was assisted down from a wyvern by Vesta and was immediately drawn away by manon

The words were difficult for manon for she was never taught how to comfort or praise or how to explain the emotions she wasn’t supposed to feel

Elide was still just watching her with a slight smile on her face as welcoming as ever

“We’re mates. We have matching marks.”

The words came out quickly but not quietly

And elide, her face didn’t change

“Good” and taht was answer she needed to surge forward and kiss her mate

Oof idk I’m not great at hcs but I tried so sorry for the mistakes

#throne of glass #malide #manon blackbeak #tog #crochan witches #asterin blackbeak #elide lochan #ironteeth witches #aelin galythinius

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Save Willow on Disney+

if you subscribe to Disney+, now is the time to go onto your account and write a strongly worded message about saving Willow and supporting the WGA strike!

If you haven't heard, Disney+ is removing dozens of shows/films from its platform, leaving no legal way to stream them. Check the whole list here. However, Howard (2022) was taken off the list of removals after backlash, and fans can do the same for Willow.

Instructions: go to the Disney+ home page, the upper-right side with your profile image, and click on Help. You'll be able to scroll until you see "Give Feedback". This pop-up form as shown in the image above should show up. Write what you feel in the box! while we discourage harassment, please feel to write how much Willow/The Mysterious Benedict Society/other removed shows mean to you, how much the queer rep means, etc! Emphasize that you would strongly consider cancelling your subscription if the removal is finalized.

A sample script, feel free to copy/paste and customize:

"I support the WGA strike and hope Disney and the AMPTP will make a fair deal soon that properly addresses concerns such as mini-rooms. I'm additionally concerned that streaming libraries are removing content so quickly and leaving no legal way to watch shows like Willow. Because I cannot support such unfair practices, I would strongly consider cancelling my D+ account and encouraging others I know to cancel their accounts unless these decisions are reversed."

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Don’t get me started on this… I basically have a thesis

sjm didn't write acosf for nessian shippers, it was for feysand stans who like casssian and hate nesta

i believe having her degraded like that was the only way feysand stans would be willing to have her included in the ic.

I struggle to understand how anyone who relates to nesta can enjoy reading acosf. the entire book was a hate piece on her being herself. the "healing plot" was the idea that she needs to be someone else to earn love from people who you'd otherwise expect to love her unconditionally

#nesta archeron #acotar

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Throne of Glass Characters (Part 1)

Artist: @courtmakes_art

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My favorite tog ladies are here 🥺

This commission is from the amazing @/lumie.art, she really captured them all so perfectly!

These three all mean so much to me for different reasons: I love that Yrene is fiery and strong while also avoiding causing harm whenever possible. I love that Lysandra is so fierce and bloodthirsty and self-empowered without sacrificing any femininity. And Manon just has one of the best arcs in the entire series, AND she can step on me 😭

Enjoy my three queens basking in their glory 💅

#heavy on the stepping

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The fact Aelin immediately thinks about Dorian after Arobynn says this and not Chaol or even Aedion… god, she loves him so much

#throne of glass #tog #dorian havilliard #aelin ashryver #queen of shadows #doraelin

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WILLOW (2022-) | 1x06 "Prisoners of Skellin"

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People who think this feels like a long wait between sjm books clearly weren’t here for the EoS(9/2016) -> getting the announcement that we were getting ToD, not Aelins continuation-> KoA release (10/2018)

We had to wait 2 yrs to know where Aelin was and what Maeve up to

#throne of glass #manon blackbeak #manorian #tog #dorian havilliard #crochan witches #asterin blackbeak #elide lochan #ironteeth witches #rowaelin #aelin ashryver #elorcan #acotar #nessian #acomaf #crescent city #house of sky and breath #malide #rowan whitethorn