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randomlyblues · 1 year
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How little stuff there is about Marissa Meyer books saddens me, I have no one to geek to about them. Then there's the other part of me that wants to gatekeep them.
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amys-books27 · 6 months
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the feeling of finishing a show/series is a rollercoaster, you're happy you finished it and your doubts are answered, but another part of you feels empty and sad 'cause you have to say goodbye to those amazing characters who kept you company for a while
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mydarlingdearestdead · 9 months
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Found out my favourite author wrote fanfic when she was a teenager and I couldn't be happier rn
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honeyxmonkey · 8 months
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Them... I need more of them
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Miss Marissa please give them another book
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4tarosho · 8 months
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im bored so uh
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libinih28 · 11 months
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"I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight/ They don't pull away, they don't look at your face/ And they don't try to kiss you/ All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness in it/ I hope you become addicted"
-- Waitress, "You Matter to Me," Sara Bareilles
"He held her and let her cry, solid as a rock in the surf. Serilda didn't know for how long. It was an embrace that asked for nothing. He did not stroke her hair or ask what was wrong or try to tell her everything would be all right. He just... held her."
-- Gilded, Marissa Meyer
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ninelivesart · 9 months
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Part 27 of Drawing My Reads was Gilded by Marissa Meyer
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Really, really hoping Marissa Meyer eventually gives us an LGBTQ+ book bc of some of the background characters in the Gilded duology are giving me hope. Like, I’ve been a fan of her since I was 11 and to see her, someone who’s shaped my love of reading and characters and sci fi and media in general write a story that makes me feel represented...it would be ground breaking. Also, I love the way she writes (most) of her romances and to see that done with a wlw relationship for example would make me fucking sob. Marissa if you’re reading this...please.
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Serilda: Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss
Erlking: Manipulate Manwhore Manslaughter
Perchta: Bully Butcher Bisexual
Gild: Simp Spin Sadboy
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harpie-raven · 1 year
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Okay so I got Cursed (the second book in Marissa Meyer’s Gilded Duology) literally the day it came out, but I haven’t had much time to read it (we’re moving lol, so ✨packing panic ✨) until yesterday and BOY OH BOY. I won’t post spoilers yet cause 1) that’s mean and 2) I’m only like 80 pages in as of rn so I haven’t even hit the deep part yet but jESUS CHRIST.
Anyway, have this incorrect quote I thought up cause it’s low key true (even though we already know the “or what” cause of the first book lmao):
Erlking: Poltergeist! Show yourself, do not ignore me!
Gild: Or WHAT? WHAT will you do? I’m already in hell!
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scarredpineapple · 1 year
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Serilda: Are you done yet?
Erkling: With what, darling?
Serilda: Being a fucking bitch boy
Gild: *pokes head through random door* Yeah cause we’ve been ready to leave for a while now
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captain-watercress · 2 months
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Me: so what would you do if an evil king had trapped me in a deal to marry him because I had tried to trick him and then as punishment he killed everyone I loved or he would never let me return to my body that he had hidden somewhere in his castle that is only visible in its true form on full moons?
My partner: what the fuck is happening in the book you’re reading right now?
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I feel for Serilda. Always bad luck and having hope for something good that will never be true
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honeyxmonkey · 8 months
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[long sigh] I think I need to join a support group for people addicted to writing aus.
The bell over the door rang. Lorraine barely looked up from drying dishes, calling, "Welcome to the Wild Swann Inn, I'll be with you in a moment!"
The sound of heavy footsteps crossing the floor made her perk up. She looked up when a strange young man stopped in front of the bar. He looked nervous, eyes shifting about like he expected the shadows to leap out and attack him. A dark cloak covered most of his features, but she could just see his eyes. Shaded by the hood he was wearing, they were almost gold in the lowlight...
"Hello," she greeted kindly, smiling despite her initial unease. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm traveling with a group," he said quietly. He had a strange accent. She wondered what region he was from. "Three rooms, please?"
Lorraine slowly nodded, reaching below the counter for the room keys. "Alright then."
"And," he took in a breath, clearly nervous, but by what she didn't know. "I was wondering if you knew this girl. I'm looking for her."
He placed a hand sketched drawing in front of her. Lorraine gasped. The girl was clearly Serilda, right down to the details of her eyes.
She peered up at the stranger again, her eyes narrowing. "Serilda Moller?"
"... Yes," he confirmed after a moments hesitation. "I... I heard she moved here."
Lorraine regarded him suspiciously, unsure if she should tell him to go away. He was strange, that was clear enough. And while she didn't want to put Serilda in danger, she also knew that girl was very capable of handling herself.
"Mama," Leyna called, poking her head out from the backroom where Gild had set up a spinning wheel and a loom. Serilda was back there with him now, the three working on a special project. "Gild says we need another basket."
"In the kitchen," Lorraine said, watching her daughter skitter off to go fetch it. She turned back to the stranger, noticing the way he stared at the now ajar door, something strange lingering in the lines of his face. "What do you want with her?"
He slowly looked back at her, fingers twitching nervously against his cloak. "I'm an old friend of her mother's."
Lorraine stared back in confusion. She didn't know much about Serilda's mother, though she knew there was something Serilda herself had found out during her time with the Wild Hunt that she hadn't told anyone but Gild. And possibly Erlen. "If you wait at that table," she said, pointing. "I'll go fetch her."
A relieved look crossed his features. "Thank you."
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4tarosho · 1 year
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kai 🤝serilda
slightly unhinged 18 year old who had to marry a monarch
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iknowitwontwork · 1 month
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MARRISA MEYER WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS HELLO?? IF NOT ENDGAME WHY SM CHEMISTRY??? WHY BEING VULNERABLE???
“His lips tilted to one side, but there was an unusual sadness as he peered back at her. “I want us to understand each other. I understand why you lied to me. Just as I understand you are more than your lies.”
At these words, the strangest warmth flooded through Serilda, spreading out until it reached her fingers and toes.
You are more than your lies.
The Erlking tipped his chair toward hers. “In the same way that you are not your god-gift … In the same way that you are not your mother or your father … We are not the vices that created us.”
She held his gaze a long time, debating whether or not to say the words that rose to the surface. In the end, she couldn’t help it. “So,” she said slowly, “you haven’t stabbed your arrows into the flesh of helpless mortals? And … you haven’t murdered children simply because they became inconvenient to you?” She shook her head. “Are you truly trying to convince me that you are not evil?”
She had not noticed that a wall between them had been opening up until it came crashing down once more. The Erlking slumped back in his chair and trailed his fingertip along the stem of his glass. “Forgive me for thinking you might understand.”
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