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shadowhandss60 · 1 month

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Aelin: Are you so eager to die?

Dorian: Are you?

Aelin:

Dorian:

Aelin: I mean, kinda.

Dorian: Same dude, same. Glad we’re on the same page.

#they’re tired #throne of glass #dorian havilliard #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn #manon blackbeak #manorian #Rowaelin #throne of glass memes #throne of Glass edit

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positivewitch · 1 year

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She stepped closer to the prince's horse. "Dorian," she said. A command and a challenge. Sapphire eyes snapped to hers. No trace of otherworldly darkness. Just a man trapped inside.

#dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #manorian #aelin galathynius #queen of shadows #queen of shadows spoiler #dorianhavilliardweek #throne of glass #tog #my edit tog #yalitedit #yalit #storyseekers #ella edit✨#booksociety

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highladyofterrasen7 · 3 months

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People who are going on my suicide note- sjm edition

Please note that this is satire and I’m not going to kill myself

Also, it’s the entire alphabet

A. People who hate rhys for how many houses he has

B. People who undermine what Mor went through (especially the Eris part)

C. People who praise Nesta for how she acted in acotar, acofas, and the beginning of acosf primarily

D. People who say it’s misogynistic to dislike Elain

E. People who came up with the “gwyn is a lightsinger” theory bc they realised their favourite ship is sinking.

F. Anyone who talks bad about my girl Feyre

G. People who say Cassian is abusive

H. People who say Rhys drugged and sa’d feyre utm

I. Anyone who says anything good about tampon

J. Quinlar deniers

K. People who say Danika was a terrible friend

L. Anyone who says Aedion’s reaction for the aelin-Lysandra secret wasn’t justified

M. People who in the same breath as attack rhys and cassian for keeping the mating bond a secret will praise aelin for doing the same

N. People who say Dorian isn’t the best tog man

O. Full and 100% chaol stans

P. That one person that said rowaelin aren’t allowed to dislike Lorcan and wrote a whole paragraph about it

Q. People who think acosf was the best book in the series

R. People who dislike acofas

S. Anyone who says anything bad about Sam

T. Anyone who is anti inner circle

U. People who ship lucien and tampon

V. People who attack fanartists for depicting utm rhys as pale when he’s literally described as pale

W. People who say manorian shouldn’t get a novella

X. Those weird people with their Eris and Nyx things

Y. People who say feyre is boring now (bc she had a baby)

Z. Anyone who uses there every breath to attack and find plot holes in sjms work (if you don’t like it, don’t read it) get a life

These are very me-specific opinions

Lmk which ones you strongly agree with

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rufousnmacska · 1 year

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Got any random manorian headcanons? I like how you write them!

Thank you! 🥰

Here’s a scene that’s been playing out in my head recently that doesn’t fit into any of my wips. I just typed it out on my phone without much editing so please forgive any errors.

I hope you like it! 💙💛💙💛

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Orynth was months ago, and yet to Manon it sometimes felt like days. The ring of clashing swords, the smell of blood raining from the sky, the roar of dying wyverns. The blinding white light that consumed her coven. Some nights these sounds and images flooded her dreams, leaving her rigid and stiff upon waking. Other nights, she refused to give into the call of sleep, unwilling to relive the nightmares. She was running out of excuses for the odd mix of lethargy and nerves that left her mind foggy and appetite gone.

So when she’d overheard Petrah and Glennis discussing her condition one evening, heard them whispering about whether the King of Adarlan should be called to visit, Manon knew she had to do something.

After she reminded both witches who was Queen, and that they had no business sticking their noses into hers, she announced she’d be visiting Eyllwe. The kingdom had recently sent word that it was interested in negotiating a trade deal with the witches. Manon currently had nothing to offer, but the promise of their lands was great.

And if she could get away from the henpecking of her council, take Abraxos and fly, fly without stopping, maybe she could bring herself back to life. Rid herself of the nightmares and the constant tension in her body that ate up all her thoughts and energy. Maybe she could come back as her old self. Maybe…

When Abraxos leapt off the aerie and she felt the cold blast of air on her skin, Manon breathed more deeply than she had in weeks. She took her wyvern out everyday, but this felt different. Just the two of them, free and flying, with nothing ahead of them but open sky and the plains below.

The journey to Eyllwe was fast and trouble free. She hadn’t encountered another soul until she neared the outskirts of Banjali. She was welcomed with little pomp and shown to rooms in a tower far from where the royal family lived. Manon wasn’t insulted. Rather, she respected the fact they kept the royals protected. And as she’d arrived in dirty flying leathers with wind blown hair on a wyvern whining for meat, she was grateful to avoid an appearance in front of the entire court.

Her meetings were as no nonsense as the greeting and she found herself with a signed trade pact after only two days. Eyllwe would supply the witches with rice in exchange for wheat, once the witches’ crops produced enough to spare. The trip had been a whirlwind of new foods and new people. She’d been gifted a dress made of Eyllwe silk, and although she’d bowed to the King and Queen, then offered them a carved wooden box of healing herbs known only to the Crochans, she had no idea when or where she could possibly wear the slip of cloth. There was nothing to it, the deep wine red fabric ran like water through her fingers.

And now, as she flew on Abraxos, thinking over the details of the agreement she’d just made, she was slow to realize the sea that appeared out of the mist over her right shoulder. Manon twisted around in the saddle trying to orient herself. Land on the left, water on the right. They were headed north. Not northwest. Not back to the Witchlands.

But north to Rifthold.

Manon should have turned her godsdamned, smart ass wyvern around the second she’d noticed. But she hadn’t. She’d just… let him keep going. Closed her eyes and let the scent of the sea take over, the wind whipping them faster and faster north.

She still hadn’t had a full nights sleep despite her travels. But for a night or two, she’d gotten enough to take the edge off the nerves and exhaustion. With Rifthold’s glow growing brighter, she wondered if the nerves would return. They hadn’t seen each other since Orynth, had not exchanged any letters. And here she was, showing up unannounced, looking like a banshee. Not that the way she looked should matter.

Manon landed Abraxos just outside the city, not wanting to raise an alarm, by the guard or its residents. As she made her way through the dark streets, cloaked and hooded to avoid prying eyes, she saw a door open and steam pool out. Checking the sign, she decided to make a stop on her way to the castle.

She was surprised to find the gate into the keep open with people streaming inside. Guards flanked the entrance but there was little in the way of security. Manon simply walked through, still cloaked, with no questions asked. The idiocy of the guard made her blood boil. Their King had raw magic, but that was no excuse for lax protection.

When she got to an atrium that led into a ballroom, she made her way to the edge of the crowd. The space had a high ceiling that still showed signs of damage from when the witches had attacked. The thought made her hesitate. She looked down at the red dress she was wearing, touched the hair she’d pulled up after washing at the bath house. She shouldn’t be here. But then there was a break in the crowd and she saw him.

The ballroom was in the midst of reconstruction but that didn’t stop the King and his subjects from celebrating. Celebrating what, she had no idea. But she watched them from a half fallen in balcony that ringed the space. It was dark and empty up here, the perfect place for her to gather her courage.

And she would need it, she realized with a frown.

Dorian was dancing. With a woman.

He wore a sleek black suit coat that went to his knees. The only spot of color on him was a red shape embroidered on his lapel.

She, the one he danced with, wore a bright green dress that seemed to take up the entire floor. It was covered in bows and sashes that made Manon think of an over decorated cake she’d once seen in a bakery. The bodice was cut so low she wondered how the woman’s breasts weren’t popping out.

The music ended and another woman, this one older, took her place in Dorian’s arms. Manon found that her expression, now a scowl, didn’t lighten at the sight of this woman’s graying hair, or more modest dress. She found that with every dance partner she watched him hold, with every flirting courtesan throwing themselves at him, with every attractive eye, male and female, on Dorian…

She found herself getting angry.

Not at those people, but at herself.

Well, a little at them.

Dropping her cloak, she walked to the curved stairway that led to the dance floor. And just as she took the first step down the stairs to the ballroom floor, as if he’d knew she was there, Dorian turned and looked at her.

Manon held his gaze as she descended, as he made his way through the crowd towards her, a smile like she’d never seen blooming on his face.

He met her when she reached the next to last step. They were eye to eye and she felt her mouth curve in a smile to match his. She swore she saw his eyes glow brighter and his heartbeat race.

“Hello witchling,” he said, his voice a rough whisper.

Manon took a second to catch her breath and then said, “Hello princeling.”

Before they could say another word, he swept her into his arms and into a dance.

She’d never danced before. Sensing her trepidation, he pulled her to the edge, away from everyone else where they could talk and sway back and forth.

With a nod to her dress. Dorian leaned to her ear and said, “This is the best birthday present I could have asked for.”

Manon started. “Your birthday?”

He grinned, running his fingers up and down her bare back and making her shiver. “I’m going to pretend you knew.”

Her eyes caught on the figure embroidered on his collar. It was a red and gold wyvern. The Adarlan crest. She’d seen it a hundred times, but this one was different. Silver thread was woven into the wings. Running a finger across it, she looked up at him. He nodded towards the far wall where the crest was painted. The center wyvern, a larger version of his, was framed by twelve smaller beasts. Manon stopped swaying and stared.

“It’s nothing,” Dorian said. “Just a token of our appreciation for what they gave.”

“It’s not nothing,” she said, swallowing back the emotion that threatened to overtake her.

Unsure of herself, she slowly reached up and laid her palm on his cheek. He shifted his head and was kissing her palm. Taking her hand in his, he led her through a hidden doorway into a narrow hall. Silently, she followed him through passages until they were in his rooms.

Alone.

Dorian pulled her gently into his arms and ran a finger under each of her eyes. She hadn’t been able to scrub away the darkness beneath them.

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” she said, looking around him towards the bed.

“And I don’t want to take off this dress yet.” The music was faint but they could still hear it. So they began to sway again, his fingers sending sparks over her skin.

That morning, Manon fell asleep with Dorian’s arm draped over her hip. She slept all day, and so did he.

It was his birthday after all.

#manorian #look for an update with Dorian’s pov 👀#manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #anon ask #my writing

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yanny-77 · 1 year

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This Ice King & The Witch Queen

SJM Romance Week Day 6: Anniversaries

Summary: Manon and Dorian found love in loss. They both know that it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

When the glass castle shattered, so did a piece of Dorian. To help him handle his guilt and grief, Manon visits Rifthold every year on the anniversary. This year, they both know what to expect from the visit, but it doesn't make it any easier to face.

Content Warning: Major Character Death

SJM Series: ToG

Primary Ship: Manorian

Word Count: 1,685

Excerpt:

It was hard to love a king when you were a queen in your own right, but Dorian Havilliard, he was easy to love. And Manon did love Dorian – she had long ago stopped trying to deny it. She loved him for Asterin... She loved him for him, the curious mind and gentle soul. But most of all she loved him for her. In a world with so much darkness, Dorian had shown her that there could still be light.

Thank you to @poisonivy206 for edits

@sjmromanceweek

Read now on AO3

#manorian #tissue warning #major character death #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #king of adarlan #queen of the witches #iron teeth witches #the thirteen #from now until the darkness claims us #hello princeling #hello witchling #light smut #library sex #anniversary #sjmromanceweek2023 #throne of glass #its romantic if you squint

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dawninlatin · 1 year

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Queen of Peace, chapter 17

A manorian High School AU

Words: 1,9k

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Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn’t let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?

Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.

What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?

Then it tries to find a home

With people or when I’m alone

Picking it apart

And staring at your phone

-Florence + The Machine, Hunger

Dorian broke into a huge grin as he opened his Christmas present. He’d been saving this one for last, knowing it would be something good.

And he’d been right.

Inside the messily wrapped box was a special edition of his favorite book, one he’d tried to find for years without success. How she’d even gotten this-

He lifted the book, admiring the gorgeous sprayed edges, then picked up the second item. It was a custom library stamp, saying From the library of Dorian Havilliard. Dorian felt almost giddy, wanting to use it on all of his books immediately.

It really was the perfect gift, and the fact that it was from Manon made him all warm inside.

«Show me what you got,» Dorian’s mother urged from her spot next to him on the couch, trying to look over his shoulder.

On the floor, aunt Philippa was helping Hollin build his new Lego’s.

It had been over a month now, since that faithful night that had begun with Dorian coming out to his parents, and ended with his mother leaving his father, basically starting a new life for her family.

Things weren’t perfect, they’d had plenty of bad days, but they were doing better. His mother had managed to stay sober, as far as Dorian knew, and she still went to her meetings, still saw a therapist on the regular.

Sometimes, the three of them even saw a family therapist together, and Dorian found that having someone to guide them through all the difficult conversations really helped. It had most definitely helped Hollin, who seemed like an entirely different kid now. He hardly had tantrums anymore, he did way better in school, and overall he seemed much happier.

He also seemed to adore his new aunt, whom he’d not even met before, but who’d stayed with them for three weeks after the fight, and now visited as often as possible.

Thankfully, their father had left them alone. Dorian hoped it stayed that way, that he never had to see the bastard ever again.

Looking around, Dorian took in the small, but cozy living room he was sitting in.

They’d moved here about a month ago, their old house being too big, too empty, too full of bad memories, and things were finally settling. Already, this felt more like a home than their old house ever had.

«Is that from Dorian’s secret girlfriend?» Philippa asked just as Dorian handed his nosy mother the book and library stamp.

The nosiness didn’t bother him, though, not in the slightest, because it meant she cared.

«She’s not secret, and she’s also not my girlfriend,» Dorian pointed out, but his aunt just waggled her eyebrows and then joined them on the couch to take a closer look at the gift.

His mom gave him a playful look. «If she’s not secret, why does she only have time to visit when you’re home alone?»

Dorian simply shrugged, feigning innocence.

«Give it a few years, Georgie, and you’ll be planning their wedding.»

«Okay-» Dorian said, plucking his things from the hands of his gushing mother and aunt. «That’s my cue to leave.»

He quickly stood up, trying to hide the fact that he was very much blushing, and announced, «I’m going to my room, alone, so I can call my not-secret not-girlfriend.»

Then he left, hurrying as he heard his aunt quip, «Did you see how red he got?»

Dorian let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, pulling his hand through his hair.

After carefully placing his gift on his desk, he flung himself down on the bed and pulled out his phone, dialing Manon’s number from memory (which was an absolutely normal thing to remember about a person that absolutely wasn’t one’s girlfriend).

She picked up almost immediately, and Dorian let himself imagine that maybe she’d been waiting for him to call.

«Merry Christmas,» Manon greeted, her voice so bright.

Grinning, Dorian returned the words, then asked, «What did you think of your present?»

«It’s beatiful,» Manon breathed on the other end of the line. «Thank you.»

He ‘d gotten her a necklace. It was simple, really, just a silver chain with a shining star in the middle, two smaller ones on each side, but Dorian knew he had to get it as soon as he saw it.

«I’m actually wearing it right now,» Manon added.

«The shirt? Sexy.»

Because as Dorian stood there with the necklace, he’d also thought that while it was perfect, it was a little too cliché, too couple-y, se he’d needed to get something else as well, something less serious.

It had taken a few days of searching, but he’d found it eventually: A hot pink shirt that said the words «You’re looking at a crazy cat lady». The letters were black, in fucking comic sans, and the message was underlined by rainbow-colored paw prints. It was honestly the ugliest shirt Dorian had ever seen, but he knew Manon would love it.

She chuckled, before saying, «The necklace, dumbass. I’m saving the t-shirt for prom.»

They’d seen each other just two days ago, but it had been long enough for Dorian to miss talking to her, miss their playful banter.

Cold, unapproachable, mean, bitchy. They were all words he’d heard to describe Manon, but as he’d gotten to know her, he knew she was none of those things. She might let the world believe otherwise, but Manon was kind, caring, clever, and downright hilarious.

«I’d expect nothing less. Thank you very much for the book and library stamp, by the way. You couldn’t have given me a better gift.» Dorian glanced over at said gift, smiling at how well she knew him.

«Maybe Aelin won’t steal all your books now, if she’s constantly reminded of who they actually belong to. And if it looked like your gift was wrapped by a child who loves tape too much, it was all Abraxos’ fault! He just took over, insisting he did it!»

Dorian laughed, picturing a very frustrated Manon trying to wrap a Christmas present. «Don’t bring Abraxos into this, he probably wraps his gifts beautifully!»

They kept going back and forth like this, Dorian’s facial muscles beginning to strain from all the smiling he was doing.

«What are you doing right now?» Dorian asked after Manon had given a detailed description of how she’d tried, and epically failed, to make gingerbread cookies last night.

«I’m chilling in my PJs, watching the greatest Christmas movie of all time.»

«Let me guess…The Grinch?»

«Shut up, he’s my literal soulmate!» Manon claimed, sounding as if she tried not to laugh.

«You probably love something annoying like Elf or Home Alone.» Dorian could hear the eye-roll.

«And what if I do?» he teased, even if those two were among his favorites.

Manon’s reply came quickly. «Then I’m afraid I can’t be seen in public with you anymore.»

Just as Dorian was about to make a retort, his mom knocked on the door, asking if he wanted to play Mario Kart with them. As much as he wanted to keep speaking with Manon, he had a title as reigning champion to defend, so they made their goodbyes, promising to talk again the following day.

Then Dorian went to join his family, ignoring how he’d felt the urge to end that phone call with three very significant words.

After ending the phone call with Dorian, Manon returned to her movie, snuggled up with Abraxos on her bed.

She’d felt so light, mere moments ago, laughing and bickering, but as soon as she’d hung up, a heaviness had settled over her again.

To her, Christmas had never been the warm, joyful holiday everyone else believed it to be, but this year was particularly depressing.

All morning, she’d tried not to cry as she thought about how different it would be if Asterin was still here. They would have opened their few presents together, Asterin waking her up at some ungodly hour, then they would have watched movies in one of their beds, gorging themselves on candy, before they went ice skating, and returned to a not-horrible dinner with their grandmother.

It physically hurt, to be doing it all alone this year.

Especially when Manon knew it was all her fault.

She was the one who’d pushed Asterin away, who’d answered with insult after insult when all Asterin had done was care about her.

Manon hoped she was okay, hoped she was happy with her new family.

Her grandmother was still making dinner later today, but Manon wasn’t sure she could sit there and pretend something vital wasn’t missing. It was becoming more and more clear how Asterin had been the one bringing some light to this house.

In addition, Manon was beginning to run out of plausible lies as to why she was spending more time out, and less time in her room studying. It was hard to keep someone hidden, when they had become such a huge part of her life.

At least she still had Dorian, Manon thought, touching a hand to her new necklace.

She’d been so relieved when he’d called her after he’d gone home that morning, telling her all about how his mother had finally stood up against his father, how she’d promised things would change. His voice had been full of disbelief back then, but his mother had kept her promises so far, and it showed, because Dorian seemed happier and happier by every day.

As he’d retold their conversation, though, Manon couldn’t help but draw parallels to her own situation, a heavy feeling settling deep within her.

She wished she had the strength to stand up for the ones she cared about like that. To do something, say something. Maybe then-

But you’ll never manage to do that, stupid girl! You’re nothing more than a pathetic coward, exactly like your mother-

That fucking voice… Manon would give anything for it to shut up.

She turned up the volume of the movie in a feeble attempt to drown it out, but it only reminded her of how she didn’t have Asterin beside her, making funny comments the entire time.

Manon contemplated calling Dorian again, but he was spending time with his family, and she knew how much he valued that time, so she quickly let go of that thought, instead choosing to let herself mope some more.

«Christmas is overrated, anyway,» she said to a snoring Abraxos, who continued to ignore her.

Sighing, Manon mentally prepared herself to go and get more snacks, but then her phone started buzzing somewhere underneath all her blankets.

Shen frantically searched for it, thinking it was Dorian calling, but her face fell as she saw that it was an unknown number.

Normally, Manon would have just ignored it, letting it go to voicemail, but this time, it was as if a voice urged her to pick up, just this once, pick up!

So she did, trying to remain calm as she said, «This is Manon speaking.»

The person on the other end drew a deep breath, before replying in a shaking voice, «Hey, Manon. This is your father.»

A/N: We have finally reached the chapter, that when plotting it out, I thought "I'll have plenty of time to have this out around Christmas...in 2020"

A win is a win though!

This one's more of a filler, and therefore a little short, but I hope you appreciated the ending...*cue evil laughter*

Taglist: @fireheartfaery @bookishwitchling @gwynethhberdara @darklingswhxore @onfma @ireallyshouldsleeprn @sayosdreams @rowaelinismyotp @rainbowcheetah512 @mirubyjane @zoyalovesbooks @wishfulimaginings

#dawninlatin QoP #manorian #manon x dorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian fic #throne of glass #sarah j maas

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throneofsapphics · 5 months

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Glad to see you're doing well!

What are you working on next? :D

thank you!! currently editing a part two to old faces, it'll be up later tonight, the next two parts are already written, and if I finish editing those I'll post them tonight as well!

in progress is part four of the ebb and flow of fate, and a few drabbles! for azriel, feysand, manorian, and maybe next gen if I get in the mood

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brieq · 2 years

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me: only on queen of shadows also me: already saving every manorian edit on instagram

#they havent even met yet and im already obsessed

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ladymirdan · 2 years

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I need to ask the expert: Oh mighty Ultramarine simp, who are your top 3 Ultramarines in 30k/40k? That is seriously a difficult question... I can easily make a top 10.

Third place is a close match between Praxor Manorian and Lucretius Corvo but Corvo wins by a small margin. He is such an oaf and I love him.

Second place is Aeonid Thiel, he is such a wonderful mess. He is a goblin who maxed out his charisma stat and we love him for it.

First place is unsurprisingly enough Sicarius. I have never ever read about a character that is so god damn relatable.

Edited because Im stupid and forgot to add the answer XD

#submission

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shadowhandss60 · 15 days

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“The body he’d turned into solid flame, so hot it had melted through the wyvern’s jaws, its throat, and he had passed through the beast’s mouth as if it were nothing but a cobweb.”

-Chapter 14, Kingdom of Ash

Commission by @gonzais_ on Instagram