#sacrificial aelin

[separatist-apologist]

Your post about Bryce is on point! As a Feyre stan who also loves Aelin I can’t take Bryce seriously her Pov is annoying, overly cocky and likes negative male attention, does t grow, and is quippy at the wrong times. Sjm acts like she’s just so fun and the best though and she’s like “I’m so excited to have her interact with Rhys and Az and everyone!” Like girl we do not care for Bryces pov why are you doing this to us 😫 My girl Feyre better be a boss bitch in CC3 bc this is her series and I don’t need Bryce’s Pov making everything annoying acting like she’s superior when she’s done less than both Feyre and Aelin. And SJM for the life of me STOP having Feyre just paint! When Bryce see’s her she’s standing in clothes with paint like can she not be so useless in CC3, or just being a momma like let that woman Feyre use those damn powers already. I’m dreading Bryce sexualizing the hell out the the bat boys in her Pov or maybe SJM will make Cass and Az thirst for her like she does all the boys in CC 🫠🫠🫠

There is a lot happening in the ask. I just wanted to respond and say that Feyre has EARNED peace, first of all, and if she wants to spend her afternoons painting, why shouldn't she? Being a mom shouldn't be a job in which you are required to relinquish your identity or suffer on the altar of motherhood. I know popular culture portrays motherhood this way- the sacrificial martyr who gives it all up to raise her children and cares for nothing else, but that way lies madness. LITERALLY, these attitudes kill new mothers. It's also deeply isolating.

I like that Feyre is living somewhere that she can indulge in her hobby and just be. Her whole life has been one moving tragedy or stressful event in which she is being neglected, is close to death, or ACTUALLY dying. I love Feyre covered in paint, I love her teaching her art class, I love her not having to constantly live in fight or flight. Feyre is not useless because her value doesn't lay in the value she provides to others, just like all humans.

As for Bryce, I want her to stay far away from all of them and I dread seeing them all inevitably check her out. I feel like I can count on Rhysand not to do this but like, if I have to see Cassian/Azriel/Lucien/Eris/a random ACOTAR passerby instantly smitten with Bryce I'm going to quit this series and go back to Star Wars full time. I want Bryce to get in and get out. Ten minutes tops. Maybe rob Azriel of his dagger and then peace out forever.

#archeron sisters defense squad #also number 1 bryce hater

[jakeflavin]

I just finished Empire of Storms, the 5th book in the Throne of Glass series. With only two books left, now is a good time for me to vomit all of my theories on how it’s gonna end.

1. With the silent assassin finally making an appearance at the very end of this book, all of the peeps from the assassins blade stories have come back into play…. EXCEPT the healer that was traveling to the southern continent. Oh wait, who was it that got hurt one book ago and was headed to the southern continent to find a healer? Thats right. My man Choal. My money is that Choal meets the healer and they team up. Idk how they team up yet. Cause Choals gf is the one that is escorting him to the souther continent and a new love interest would be awk-ward af.

2. And while I’m talking about healers, healing magic happened a lot this book and I know that is important. We learned this book that healing magic can cure or pull out poison. And Maas also loves to describe the valg that take over human bodies as a poison or a sickness that festers. I’m 60% sure a powerful healer (aka healer from the assassins blade) can expel a valg demon without killing its host. But why is there a need to expel a valg demon from a host??? Unless…

3. Someone we love is going to become a host to a valg demon. Idk who yet. Definitely not Dorian. My best guesses are Aedion or Choal.

4. Speaking of Valg… wtf is Maeve’s plan with the valg. Shes not dumb, she knows they will eventually come for her… there’s gotta be more there! She’s old as f*ck so she’s gotta have some beef or a back story with them. And she had the Wyrdkeys before Brannon stole them… was she the one that let the valg king in!?!?!? Did her and her sisters come out of the Wyrdgate?!?!? Does she want her own valg army!?!?

5. Aedions and his dad bond and start to form a solid relationship… then his dad dies in some cool sacrificial hero way… and my heart will heart.

6. I am 80% sure Elide is going to die. Love her, but she’s totes gonna die saving Aelin just like her mom (there is too much foreshadowing for this not to happen). And if she doesn’t die then she is going to almost die saving Aelin but Lorcan takes her place at the last second.

7. This one is out there… but neither Dorian or Aelin is going to die to make the lock. Dorian has a little brother that we are not emotionally attached too. He’s got havilliard blood too and can forge the lock just as well as Dorian could. So he could be the sacrifice and I’d still get to keep the characters I’m emotionally attached to. Regardless… where the f*ck is his brother and will we see him at all? Why mention that he has an evil brother if we aren’t going to see him at all in the 7 books.

8. They will converge at Terresan… and Aelins dog and Lysandas adopted daughter girl is in Terresan. The only spoiler ive gotten is that the dog loves throughout the entire story. But I really reallly want her to do something epic.

#sara j maas #throne of glass #empire of storms #booktok

[peletiersdixon]

Relationships so far in ToG that I love and adore:

Chaol & Dorian: when Chaol said “I love you” to Dorian, my heart melted. The love these two have for one another is something to behold.

Aedion & Aelin: the way they will sacrifice anything for the other person, the way they love with their whole selves, the sacrificial love…it’s my weakness (plus I adore Aedion anyways)

Manon & Abraxos. Them. Enough said.

#Liddy reads tog #tog #qos #SJM #lit #like; so far I am not shipping anyone really #but I love these dynamics #and the different types of love and commitment they showcase

[afanpage4books]

Dorian: Time for plan G!

Aedion: Don't you mean plan B?

Rowan: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. And then we had to skip over plan C due to magical difficulties.

Lysandra: What about plan D?

Dorian: Plan D was that desperate attempt to block them ten minutes ago.

Manon: What about plan E?

Rowan: Aelin dies in plan E.

Aelin: Wait, is that the one I like?

Rowan: It's the one where you sacrifice yourself for us.

Aelin: YES. It's the one I like!

#sacrificial aelin #the lock #throne of glass #sarah j. maas #incorrect quotes #incorrect tog quotes #tog #eos #koa #dorian havilliard #rowan whitethorn #manon blackbeak #lysandra ennar #aedion ashryver #aelin ashryver galathynius

[nivriti]

Rowan: If we all jumped off a cliff, Aelin, would you?

Aelin: With all due respect, I was raised a leader, an innovator, a fighter, a dumbass with self sacrificial tendencies. I’d be the first one to jump off that fucking cliff.

#rowan x aelin #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #throne of glass #incorrect tog quotes #sjm #sarah j maas #tog memes #aelin fireheart #faerie queen

[hopeled]

empatheorem event info

will i ever have a muse that doesn’t reuire an essay post? probably not

PHYSICALLY

Ritsuka is just, an average human and a third rate mage, so there’s nothing too different about how you! unless you weren’t human originally. you need mystic codes to use magecraft, but they’re all fashionable!

you are fully unlocked: all mystic codes +their spells back. you also have a high resistance to poison and mana, as well as immunity to mystics under god-level [ think of being charmed, paralyzed, etc etc]. on your right hand is Command Seals, used to issue commands to your Servants but you’ve not once needed to use them in Spirale (save for Mistified)

okay here’s where we get deep. you may be human now but you’ve suffered a lot physically and it shows. your body is covered in scars of all types. (for more description, they’re listed in her stats page here) some of the more newer scars are darker and more visible on your skin (i.e. a bite mark on your left from when you shoved your arm into a Shades mouth during Security Breach), but the most prominent one is the one you received from dying during Mistified from BB’s scythe. it’s mostly healed, but you will feel the ghost sensation of being impaled, as well as sharp jabs of pain every so often on both your abdomen and upper back, between your shoulders blades.

 originally, your fingertips were the only part of your hands discolored black (due to near necrosis from pushing yourself too far back during Uruk) but that has now extended all the way down to your wrists, fading in color to your regular skintone. this is a result of the toll the Black Barrel Replica has had on you. while feeling in your fingertips was on and off, it extends to where the black covers your hands. sometimes you feel things normally, others you need to grip in order to even be sure you’re holding something as not to drop it. your Command Seals are still vibrant but it looks off to others. you no longer wear gloves to hide the discoloration

 you have plenty of body aches and pain due to all your body has been through, both in your world and on the island. you push through them, of course. they don’t bother you because you’ve grown used it, much to the chagrin of others

you are strong! physically, humanly strong. you’ve also recieved hand to hand combat training from your bff Aelin, so you know how to handle yourself.

 sy goodbye to your sleep schedule and get ready for only sleeping 3,4 hours before waking up at 2 am. you get just enough rest to avoid any dark circles under your eyes, but that’s about it

you are reckless. like, massively reckless. the ‘ looks death in the eye and doesn’t flinch’ sort of reckless

EMOTIONALLY

 you are naturally a kind and sunny person, but after joining Chaldea and being all you’ve been through, this has extended to acting as some sort of mask or cover. you use the smiles and the cheerfulness to cover up everything else, you don’t want to burden anyone with your emotions

 you do not talk about your death. you haven’t mentioned it once ever since after returning from the Abyss and you do not plan to. 

you always carry the guilt of destroying the Lostbelts with you. you do not put it down or ignore it because you can’t. you owe it to them, don’t you? to remember them, to remember the faces belonging to a world you helped snuff out to save your own. you carry that guilt around your shoulders like a blanket and use it to keep going. 

you always think people can do better than you. that there’s someone out there who is better for your job, that maybe if it was anyone else, things wouldn’t have gotten like this. you don’t feel as if you are enough for this, that someone else can do more, but you don’t have the luxury of making this about ‘you’ and you don’t. you may feel like you aren’t enough, but you must do this. you don’t have a choice. you have to be enough, you have to be

it is because of this that you’re self-sacrificial, practically martyring yourself to save the world. whatever is asked of you, you do. you give it. and you don’t complain about it. you can’t be selfish and most of the time, the world doesn’t ask before it takes. but it’s fine. so long as you’re still standing, still able to fight, then you keep going and you keep giving. 

your empathy and compassion is bordering on self-destruction. selfishness is not really in your vocabulary, but you don’t really think you can be.

whetever fate lays before you, you’re accepting of it, after all, you know you’ll be punished for the sins and the blood so thick on your hands that they can never be clean again. of course. you’ll fight like hell. you always do-- you can’t rest until the world is safe once again. and whatever that cost may be, you’ll pay it without complaint

you are always afraid. you feel fear as much as everyone, but you push on with it. it’s okay to be scared. you just won’t let the fear rule you

you’ve dissociated from your pain. if anyone asks, you pretty much say it’s your duty to bear it without batting an eyelash. thisis how you cope. you don’t think on it, don’t dwell on it, and don’t pay it mind much anymore. your problems and issues are the least of any concern right now

not many people understand you. in fact, very very few do and that’s okay. you know you’re not alright, that what you’ve been through has changed you so much and hardly anyone can comprehend it. but, as long as they’re willing to fight with you, then that’s all that matters

oh, you have anger. you have plenty of anger, but it takes much for your anger to be shown. you instead keep it down, tucked neatly within. 

#iremp info #▍♢ SPARE QUARTZ MA'AM? [ooc] #i'm honey nut depressios

[firehrt]

            SO   !  How about that event, huh ?  This isn’t her first deadly rodeo in Spirale, so Aelin’s going to be traversing the mist and the paths in equal measure. Upon realizing her powers are  fully unlocked  for the majority of her time in said mists, she’ll just end up relying on them more and more heavily. Odds are you’ll see her in her fae form, elongated ears and teeth, with the enhanced reflexes and healing that entails !  This post also doubles as a starter call, which I’ll be capping at 4 for the time being. If you have any details you’d like to iron out, my DMs are always open !

RESIDUAL DATA IMPRINTS.   much to her distress, several snippets of her life will be on full display in the mists. this could range from some of the toughest jobs she’s done as an assassin or training with arobynn, past loves and lives lost, all the way through to certain parts of the main book series. these will be few and far between, though, almost as if intended to keep her on a set path deeper into the mist... 

SENTIENT DATA IMPRINTS.    these will be much more frequent. for reference: the valg are a demonic race that terrorize her world and typically enter through dimensional doorways. she’s encountered them on numerous occasions, and they’re highly lethal. past hits from her assassin days as well as former competitors in the first book are also perfectly possible ! 

RIDDERAK.   although ‘vaguely human’ in appearance, they’re ghastly valg beings that offer immense power boosts to whoever summons them. this comes at a price, however… a sacrifice. the summoner incapacitates their sacrifice of choice and writes wyrdmarks ( think of runes ) in their blood. this summons the ridderak, who then… feasts on the sacrifice. what they actually do to the person is incredibly gruesome and graphic, so i’ll save that description for when it’s actually needed — suffice to say, it’s a very bad time. not only will there be a ridderak hunting aelin down in the mist, but it will have been summoned by a sentient imprint of  cain  , who was responsible for the gruesome sacrificial murders and her near-death in the first book. with each sacrifice he grew more powerful, and in the final showdown for the title of king’s champion, she only barely escaped with her life. he’s absolutely a freight train with boosts of demonic energy. 

AROBYNN HAMEL.   truthfully, aelin would rather face the valg. her former mentor and bitter enemy, he’s responsible for much of her emotional trauma as well as the gruesome death of her first love. he also taught her everything he knows, making him incredibly deadly in a confrontation. she’ll be doing her best to be rid of him quickly, as letting him open his mouth is generally a mistake. if one were to categorize mist encounters, this one would be the rarest as it’s a deeply personal conflict for her.

#isola rp ad #EVENT : mistified. #me debating heavily about even including arobynn bc i just hate him that much #aelin i'm so sorry a bitch (me) would do this to you

[highqueenofelfhame]

Ok let me tell you I could go on for like ten pages just on and on about how Aelin has had the worst life I have ever read short of being raped (the worst thing someone could ever do to someone else) she has had everything happened to her from abuse her whole life to her loved ones being killed, torture, being forced to kill people to live this girl has done it all I could rant for hours omg AND all before she was 20 years old I can’t imagine the PTSD and all the mental illness she has bc of it

she’s for sure depressed as fuck which i made notes of. like the first three books she is like, suicidal. and a lot of people don’t actually pick up on it, but she is. she’s walked into so many fights that she’s had no intention of walking away from that is deeper than her self sacrificial shit.

[sassyhobbits]

Aelin wouldn't be aelin if she wasn't self sacrificial and refused to tell anyone her plans huh? I'm so worried she'll call off the marriage without telling why and marry Arobitch.

aelin IS the queen of keeping plans to herself🤔🤔

#answered

[tenshiotaku]

Middle Asty

Asterin would never admit that wyverns scared her. The day Bronwyn took her to carve her own broom was a silent relief, and Manon beamed pride as found the ironwood necessary for a proper Ironteeth broom. She didn't keep pace with Abraxos, but she had a little more maneuverability on the air.

Occasionally, Petrah Blueblood would come by the Crochan Queendom, and Asterin noted the simmering tension between the Blueblood delegation and the rest of the subjects.

It was her 19th birthday when the Bluebloods came by again. The Princess of both Adarlan and the Crochans, Asterin was forced to sit through a ceremony at the Wastes and she knew there would be another one in Adarlan. She wanted her father here. And Iggy.

A smile crossed her face as she thought of Iggy, how much he hated that nickname but he never stopped her from using it. Witches were always female, so their seats of power were to be outside male gazes. While her father had snuck into the palace on some occasions, ceremonies were not the occasions for male interference.

Petrah and a deranged looking woman with yellow pants and metal teeth on display had also come, and given the way everyone edged around them, Asterin had assumed she was the head of some other family the Crochans didn't like.

"You look just like your mother," Petrah offered as a compliment and Asterin grinned.

The other witch nodded and exited the room, earning a chuckle from Manon.

"The Yellowlegs Matron hasn't forgotten what happened to Irska," Petrah whispered to Manon and her daughter, the former earning a chuckle.

"She should be thankful we didn't exterminate them," Manon responded harshly. "They would have delighted in our slaughter."

"I thought motherhood would have eased your assertiveness on such matters, Manon."

"No." Manon turned to face the Blueblood Matron. "It only showed me what I need to protect."

Asterin was still sitting, regarding her mother and the other's words. She knew her mother was in the War, that was what brought her parents together and the other kings, queens and consorts along the way. But she had never met anyone that spoke of the War, their experiences in the War or any of it.

"Matron," Asterin chimed. "Who was she?"

Manon swung her gaze back to Asterin as she had almost forgotten Asterin was present.

"Well, witchling, in the Ironteeth there were three clans. One for each of the faces of the Goddess. The Bluebloods, of which I am Matron; the Yellowlegs, which Prytha is the Matron of; the Blackbeaks, which you and your mother descended from." Manon was deathly silent, she hadn't told Asterin of the Blackbeaks since...

"So we're not Crochan?" Asterin raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Your grandfather was a Crochan and your grandmother a Blackbeak. So yes, you are."

Manon had previously thought highly of Petrah, but she wasn't fond of talking about their Ironteeth lineage. Petrah was just sweetly informing a curious mind, but Manon suddenly found a reason to be elsewhere.

"Is Mum okay?" Asterin inquired but Petrah shook her head.

"I don't know, witchling. There are some demons in our pasts, and your mother has more to face than most."

Asterin looked to where the starry crown was still illuminating the room. Her mother was still so... stiff. Asterin couldn't remember a time when she wasn't, when her father wasn't around anyway.

Worried about her mother as she was, she knew nothing good could come from talking here and now, so the evening passed, and Manon excused herself quietly, not stopping to acknowledge any of her guests before retiring to her chambers.

~

Asterin saw out the dinner before deciding to track down her mother. Petrah hadn't been more forthcoming with information, she may have told Asterin too much, the young princess didn't know.

So she braced herself for yelling as she knocked at her mother's door.

"Who is it?"

"Asterin, Mother."

"Come in, witchling."

Asterin pushed the door open finding her mother sitting at the edge of a bed she'd been curled up in moments earlier. Golden eyes red and the tracks of tears down her face the only traces of any emotional trauma she'd been going through.

Manon Hallivard-Crochan was firm and as Asterin put her arms around her mother, the firmness began to quake.

"There's things about my past, Asterin. Things that happened to me. Things... long forgotten, or so I'd thought. Hoped, even."

"Mum... There's nothing you can't tell me," Asterin looked her mother in the eyes and she noticed something change.

Manon looked at her in a different way. That moment every parent wanted and dreaded simultaneously had clicked. Her little Asterin wasn't little anymore, and she could talk to her, maybe.

"Asterin, have I told you where you got your name?" Manon smiled as tears formed again in the corners of her eyes.

"You had a friend, you were close. That's all I've ever been told."

Manon closed her eyes momentarily and nodded.

"Asterin Blackbeak was my Second. I had twelve witches in my coven, we were the Thirteen." Manon sat back on the bed, Asterin joining her. "I was the Heir to the Blackbeaks, my grandmother claimed to have pulled my from my mother's still warm corpse. That turned out to be a lie I believed for a hundred and seventeen years."

"What happened?"

Pain darkened the queen's face as she remembered a witch long gone, the witch she'd been and what made her.

"Asterin knew something was... wrong. My grandmother... had tortured her previously, without anyone's knowledge. Branded her. The Dark King was trying to wield the Ironteeth like a weapon to destroy what we now hold dear. Asterin had her little rebellions, but eventually my grandmother ordered her execution. I demanded the rite to be that executioner, the Yellowlegs would have... made things unpleasant."

The princess put a hand on her mother's leg, seeing the darkness in her eyes.

"I don't know to this day if I could have done it, but I thought I could. Until she asked to face the sky. She loved flying. Her wyvern was mates with Abraxos, and I realized in that moment what we were being turned into. So I turned my blade on my Matron. My own blood. The others saved Asterin, I was locked in personal combat with my grandmother and she nearly killed me. Abraxos saved me. Inadvertently, in an attempt to get me to safety, we ended up finding your father. That's not a story I'll ever tell you, witchling, but my Thirteen came to my rescue when they were able. I'm not the only one who owed her life to Asterin."

The young Crochan knew there was more to the story, as fresh beads rolled down the witch's face.

"With your father also in our care for the time being, we sought out the Crochans, and they were willing to aid us after we proved their allies. Your father and I... he went to claim a prize from the Dark King and the Thirteen took the Crochan host to save Terrasen. I owed the Fire Queen that."

"Aelin Galathynius?" Asterin had met the Fae queen of Terrasen once. Her father talked about her often, but her mother seemed less fond of the Fire Queen.

"Yes, the very same. The Dark Horde pressed on Orynth, the Crochans made a difference but... the Dark ones had these mirror towers, that amplified the power of an Ironteeth Yielding a thousand fold."

"Yielding?"

"It's a self sacrificial technique, you give over your life and yield to the darkness within, and it uses that darkness to destroy you and everything around you. Through those towers... the Dark Horde wiped many battlefields clean. There was one of these towers on this battlefield too."

Asterin had heard of this battle, much of Erilea had, but she'd forgotten her mother was actually there for the bulk of it.

"There had been three, but two were taken out with underhanded pirate tactics. The last one remained because something had gone wrong. We had clashed with Ironteeth legions all morning up until that point. I'd nearly perished myself, Abraxos was critically wounded, I couldn't fathom a plan. But Asterin..." the tears flowed in a stream down her face. Manon still felt that kiss at her brow, that blow to her stomach and the word that haunted her, her closest friend's last plea. Live, Manon.

"Mum..."

"She ensured I wouldn't follow, then she and my Thirteen sacrificed themselves to take down that tower. My grandmother was on that tower, the one that branded her, and Asterin lead them in Yielding. They sacrificed themselves and saved everyone. Asterin Blackbeak was... My closest friend."

A weight seemed to lift from Manon as she looked to her daughter that was named for her friend.

"Asterin, she was... Her sacrifice... Even Dorian still misses her. The way you take to the sky, Asterin, you love it the way she did."

The young witch's eyes were burning, as her mother pulled her in for a hug. Manon needed the hug as much as Asterin. She needed the support, but somehow, she knew she'd be okay.

#throne of glass #crown of midnight #heir of fire #queen of shadows #empire of storms #kingdom of ash #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #asterin blackbeak #Manon Crochan #dorian havilliard #asty #Sarah maas #fanfic #witches

[rufousnmacska]

Prompt idea but what if Dorian, because he loves to be self sacrificial, decides to forge the lock on his own so that Aelin has the power to beat Maeve with her fire.

Ok anon, here you go. I tried to keep it short and sweet, but I don’t know if that happened. Thanks for the prompt - hope you like it!

Following Erawan’s Ironteeth legion north in his wyvern form was risky, but it was the fastest way he could get to Terrasen. Even so, he’d fallen so far behind, he estimated them to be days ahead.

When they’d set out from Morath, the force of witches and wyverns spread out in front of him was never-ending. He couldn’t see past them to clear skies.

What awaited them in Orynth? Death and destruction?  Or had Manon summoned the Crochans to help Aedion in his defense of the kingdom?

A selfish part of him hoped she hadn’t. If she was still trying to gather the witches to her, that meant she wasn’t yet in the thick of battle. And wouldn’t be facing this hellish force flying ahead of him.

Dorian’s plan was to go to Orynth, hoping to find his friends, hoping they’d found a way around this curse. After being in Maeve’s head and stealing some of her power, he sensed she was still alive. And when she set out for Terrasen, probably with Erawan and the remainder of his armies, he sensed that too.

He should have ended her. Should have tried to kill Erawan, Kaltain’s warnings be damned. Then none of this would be happening.

The wyrdkeys pulsed in his pocket, sending a sickly tempting call to him. And so, his plan changed.

He didn’t need to wait until he reached Terrasen to use them and close the gate. If he did it now, perhaps he could remove Erawan from the equation. That still left the valg king’s armies and Maeve… But he’d just have to have faith in his friends that they could stop her.

Dorian spotted a small opening in the dense forest and landed, switching back to his human form. The place was familiar but he didn’t think he’d ever been to this part of Oakwald before. Nothing looked familiar. He felt it. And when he tried to delve deeper into that feeling, it pulled away. Like trying to remember a dream after waking up.

He’d seen the ruins of a temple from overhead, looking as if it had been pushed into a deep ravine. Who it had belonged to, he didn’t know. It didn’t really matter, he mused. If the ritual worked, there would be no gods left in this world who needed temples.

The thought made him wonder about the witch’s chosen goddess. Would she disappear with the others? What would that do to the clans? To Manon? She’d never spoken in detail of their religion, but he’d heard her invoke the Three-Faced Goddess.

That feeling of recognition washed over him again, prickling his skin like a chilled breeze. Turning around in a circle, he examined every tree, every rise and outcropping. None of it sparked a memory.

Dorian realized he was stalling.

With a shaky breath, he cursed his cowardice and pulled the three keys from his pocket. Manon had never told him the specifics of the ritual that she’d learned from Elena in the witch mirror. But he’d gathered enough from what Kaltain had told him and what he’d seen in Morath.

The wielder became one with the keys, thus becoming the door. The wyrdmarks opened it. What was to come after was vague, and he hoped for some guidance once he went through, perhaps from Elena or the gods themselves.

He pulled his blade free. Sorrel’s gift to him for besting her in their training. Again, that ripple of  recollection passed over him, tugging at his consciousness.

“Enough,” he chided himself. “It doesn’t matter.”

With a quick slash of the knife, he cut an opening in his forearm and put the wyrdkeys inside.

His magic pushed against it, wanting to expel the foul, evil presence from his body. Fighting it back, he willed the wound to heal shut.

Blood still dripped from his arm and he used it to trace the wyrdmarks for OPEN on the ground. The instant he completed the final mark, the keys burst to life and he was dragged into an abyss of searing pain.

It might have been seconds, or minutes, or days before he opened his eyes. Time was meaningless in such agony. And yet, he knew he didn’t have much of it.

There was a hard pull on his magic, so Dorian let it go. The burning subsided briefly and he watched a golden haze begin to take shape before him. As it used his magic, Dorian heard someone approach. Expecting Elena or maybe even Gavin, he was shocked when his father came forward out of the gray fog.

Feeling his sword hang heavily from his belt, Dorian assumed Damaris had summoned the man somehow. As if knowing he needed to see him one last time before he died.

“Did you recognize the place where you left your body?” his father asked.

“No,” Dorian said, gritting his teeth.

“Let me show you.”

Before he could do anything, his father stepped close and placed a hand on Dorian’s head.

In a flash, the pain, the fog, the lock… Everything was gone, replaced with the clearing he’d been in. But his solitary body was not there.

A group of witches and men filled the area, watching each other suspiciously. Dorian saw his father go into a small caravan with the Blackbeak matron. He was spun around to come face to face with himself. The collar around this person’s neck was glinting in the sunlight and Dorian thought he might be sick.

“Hello, princeling.”

Dorian spun again, this time of his own accord. Manon walked forward, a deathly wicked grin on her beautiful face. But she didn’t see him. She looked only at the collared man.

He watched as the scene unfolded, realizing this had been the first time they’d met. After he’d freed himself of the collar, he remembered her face, her name. They were the only things he could remember from that time with any clarity. And without hating himself.

But he could never remember the specifics of how her face and name had come to be embedded in his mind.

Somehow, his father was showing it to him, now, before he died.

The setting shifted. They were still in the forest, he still wore the collar. Manon approached, spoke angrily to his father, then turned to face him as he cringed meekly in his saddle.

She spoke his name, peering at him. Not the valg. It was truly him whom she addressed.

The Dorian watching all this for the first time felt a sharp warmth spread through his chest. The heat wasn’t like the pain of creating the lock. It came from being reminded of something he was giving up. Something that hadn’t even had much of a chance to live.

As quickly as it had appeared, the forest disappeared and Dorian was back in this place between places.

His father offered him a wordless apology. Words weren’t always necessary here it seemed. He understood every ounce of regret and sorrow in his father’s eyes. He didn’t know if he could forgive the man, but the sentiment filled a small hollow he’d been carrying in his chest all his life.

As the lock continued to suck his power from him, the mist surrounding them parted, and two figures appeared. He recognized them immediately.

Kaltain and Nehemia. Their forms were like his father’s, solid but they moved as if floating on air.

The pain was cresting again, but he managed to ask, “How? Why are you here?”

Nehemia smiled and pressed her thumb to his forehead. It was a gesture she’d made once before. At the time, he’d been ignorant of its meaning. Only after she was gone had he known she’d helped to awaken his magic with the touch. This time, it awakened nothing. Instead, it soothed the growing agony within him.

Both the women looked to his father. In reply to their unasked question, he said, “Not yet. We are waiting for more.”

Dorian looked around, hoping beyond hope to see one more person walk from the mist.

Kaltain’s dark eyes looked at him with pity. “She is not coming. No magic tethered her to this place, and she bore no favor from the gods to keep her here. She has moved on.”

“Moved on? Where? I thought there was only one afterworld for the dead.”

“There is,” Nehemia answered. “But as long as the doors are open, the dead can travel. If they so wish.”

Dorian looked towards the lock. It still lacked a concrete shape, but it held the faint outline of what he’d been imagining it should look like.

“Will I-” A spasm of pain tore through him as the lock became corporeal. It eased again, leaving him panting for breath. “Will I be able to move on then? Can I follow her?”

A voice from behind him said, “No.”

It sounded familiar in a way that made him sick. If she was here… He refused to turn around. But it didn’t matter.

Asterin glided around to face him. The rest of the Thirteen fell into formation behind her.

“No,” he croaked. “No. All of you? No!” Tears filled his eyes, blurring everyone around him.

Asterin gave him a sad but gracious smile, then took his hand. “You can’t go on. Manon needs you now. More than ever.” Her look turned knowing. “Even if she won’t admit it.”

A curt laugh escaped his lips and her grip on his hand tightened.

“We have enough now,” his father said to the others.

Dorian whirled towards him, understanding too late what his father meant.

Another smile crossed Asterin’s face. “Live, Dorian.”

Before he could move or speak any protest, Asterin flung him backwards. Blackness whooshed around him, as if he was falling through the night sky. With a violent jerk, he landed in his body, still upright, tears running down his face and his voice hoarse from screaming a single word. No.

**

It was all he could do to stay sane each night when they stopped to set up camp.

The Khagan’s armies were well-trained and fast. But no force this large could move through rough terrain quickly. Chaol and Yrene seemed to sense his impatience and left him alone in the evenings.

He needed to get to Orynth. Not just to relieve the forces besieged there.

They’d received word that the witches had arrived in time to meet an opposing legion. The news was old to him. Why else would the Thirteen have been in that in-between world.

Erawan’s armies were also on the move, though they hadn’t been able to find out if the valg king led them.

When Dorian happened upon the Khagan’s army and his friends, he’d told them everything. Rowan’s relief at hearing the keys were no longer an issue - meaning his mate didn’t have to finish the task herself - quickly morphed into confusion. As had Aelin’s and Chaol’s.

Having been thrown back into this world before the lock was completed, Dorian had no idea if the ghosts of his family and friends had been successful in banishing the gods. And Erawan with them.

Those bestowed favor by the gods - Elide, Lorcan, Yrene - none of them felt any sign that their guiding hands were gone. But that was not confirmation.

The uncertainty gnawed at them all, making Dorian’s desire to find Manon unbearable.

If it wasn’t for Chaol, he’d have transformed and flown to Orynth already. But he just reunited with his best friend. He couldn’t abandon him.

Instead, they moved slowly north, each night growing longer, leaving Dorian feeling more and more desperate.

**

Dorian was covered in blood. Red, black, even speckles of blue that had rained down from above. Looking between the black stain on the ground and its mirror on Damaris, he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in that space between worlds.

Whatever his father had done to rid them of Erawan hadn’t worked. At least the keys themselves were no longer a threat. Traveling between worlds wasn’t possible. While there had been more signs that the gods were gone, he supposed only time would tell.

A boom of wings woke him from his thoughts and he turned in time to see Abraxos land behind him. The wyvern was himself covered in blood. And bandages. Dorian’s eyes widened in shock at the extent of the wounds he’d suffered.

As he moved quickly towards them, Manon slid down Abraxos’s side, too exhausted to leap.

By the time Dorian reached her, she was smiling faintly. He pulled her into a hug, releasing an anxious breath when her arms wrapped around him.

“Hello, princeling,” she rasped in his ear.

“Hello, witchling,” he replied, squeezing her a little tighter. “I’m so sorry.”

Her body tensed for just a moment before relaxing into him again.

“How did you know?”

“It’s a long story for later,” he said. “I’m just glad we’re both here. Alive.”

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Kingdom of Ash - SJM’s playlist and her thoughts on each song

SPOILERS FOR KINGDOM OF ASH BELOW.

From SJM’s newsletter on 1/31 (you can sign up for her emails here!) - she wrote about which songs she listened to while writing different scenes. Everything in italics is her words from the newsletter:

Aelin’s Prologue: “Destroying the Locket” by Alexandre Desplat from Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows Part 1:

Just this piece. Over and over and over while I wrote that “Princess” prologue.

“I Wanted You to Know” by John Ottman from Superman Returns: This was the piece behind “You do not yield.” I can’t tell you how many tears I shed while writing this scene, and what it meant to me on a personal level. Just writing about this moment brings tears to my eyes, and it remains one of my favorite scenes I’ve ever written. Everything from the 2:00 mark onward makes me cry, makes me think about Aelin punching that iron coffin over and over and over, saved from breaking by her indomitable will and her mother’s undying love. I also listened to this last minute of music while writing Rowan’s reaction scene—when he feels her power surge into the world, and knows Aelin is still alive—and still fighting like hell. Andddd I’m not even joking, but writing about all of this is literally making me weepy right now, so onto the next one!   “Brothers In Arms” by Tom Holkenborg aka Junkie XL from Mad Max: Fury Road. So, this piece inspired and perfectly captured that scene where Lorcan sees Aelin running toward him at her escape/rescue. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent running over the course of months, listening to this music and making a note of every breath that Aelin might take, how her drained legs might feel, picturing how it would look to Lorcan as she made her desperate run toward freedom. The 3:00 mark is when I imagined Lorcan finally seeing Aelin breaking through the tents (and Lorcan’s sob in that moment totally mirrored my own when I was writing it). And the 3:25 mark is when I imagine Aelin starting to zig-zag to avoid the arrows, Gavriel falling into step beside her. “Farewell to Dobby” by Alexandre Desplat from Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows Part 1. This was the piece I listened to for that Manon scene following the death of the Thirteen. I could barely see the screen because I was crying so hard, and could barely type because my hands were shaking so wildly. Just listening to this again as I’m writing this newsletter is like a punch to the heart. And as that final note sounds, I totally imagine that flower finally blooming in the Wastes—Rhiannon’s curse broken at last. "Remember Us" by Tyler Bates from the 300 soundtrack: [side note from me, @thereyouareivebeenlookingforyou​ - I listened to SJM’s spotify soundtrack playlist as I read Kingdom of Ash, and this is the song I was like STUCK on - I listened to it on repeat a million times. So reading that she used it as Aelin’s unofficial theme basically blew my mind, like how did she manage to convey the feelings from this song into her writing. Ahhhhh!! @sjmaas​ ] I’ve drawn inspiration from this piece so many times throughout the series, and I’ve basically come to think of it as Aelin’s/the Galathynius theme. But I also listened to it during that moment right after Elena is obliterated by the gods, when Aelin and Mala make that last connection/understanding between them, and Aelin decides that she’s not going to be some sacrificial lamb. That she’s going to make the gods pay for everything they’ve done. And then she rips open a portal to a hell-realm as one big FU to them. (Side note: I also listened to this piece during the Aedion POV scene when things in the Battle of Orynth are going so badly, and Aelin finally arrives, riding the Lord of the North into her home at last.) “John Carter of Mars” by Michael Giacchino from the John Carter soundtrack: Okay, so just skip ahead to the 7:00 mark and listen to everything from there. I basically re-titled this track “The kingsflame was blooming,” and if you’ve been to my events and heard me talk about the inspiration behind the last line of the series, this was the music. Long story short, years ago I was listening to this while visiting the cloud forest in Costa Rica (think a rainforest on top of towering mountains, forever veiled in clouds/mists), and as our little tour van rounded a curve on the mountain, the last minute of this piece began playing, and the sun began shining through the mist, and I just heard/saw/felt that last line and knew it was the last line of the series. It was the line I wanted to end on, and what I was working toward all this time. I spent all of KOA worried that it somehow wouldn’t work, or that Aelin would lead me in a totally different direction, but by some miracle, it all came together precisely as I’d hoped, and I literally just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed while writing that final scene and listening to this roughly one minute of music. +++ From Sarah: Annnnd I know: I’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg (Manon vs. the Matrons! The sacrifice of the Thirteen! Dorian at Morath! Chaol and Yrene in Anielle! Aedion and Lysandra facing down certain doom! Aelin vs. Maeve & Erawan! Literally everything else in the book!), but I’ll stop here for now. :)

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Throne of Glass -Series Review

Sarah J Maas’ book series “Throne of Glass” follows the story of an assassin/princess and her friends, fighting to save their world from a demonic overlord who is bent solely on destroying other worlds and something about finding his sister-in-law. For an actually summary, look elsewhere, because this will mostly be analyzing some characters of the series. 

I honestly found these books pretty enjoyable, especially book 1, Throne of Glass. That’s when you’re introduced to a lot of the main characters, Aelin, Dorian, Choal, and I believe that is when Rowan comes in as well.

In this world, magic is something that has been forbidden and outlawed, but as it turns out, Aelin and Dorian both have magic. Aelin, in the form of fire and a little drop of water, and Dorian has raw magic, which is literally the most powerful of it because it means he can do essentially whatever he wants with it. 

Now it’s been a while since I read the first few books, as I started last Christmas, and the last book in the series, Kingdom of Ash, was just released. 

And it’s in Kingdom of Ash where I began to see the problems with the plot and the author. 

Quick disclaimer: I have a soft spot for the unappreciated, overlooked characters that have all the potential to be great, but are never given the chance thanks to the writers. 

Kingdom of Ash is told mostly through the eyes of various female characters, and a few of the love-sick men. There lies issue number 1. They’re literally in the middle of a damn war that will determine the survival of the whole world. And yet a huge part of the stories is the characters pining for each other and mopping around because they can’t be with whoever because that person obviously can’t possibly love them. 

Sarah J Maas comes across very much as a feminist in her writing. There is NOTHING wrong with this, do not try to say I’m claiming it’s bad. But the thing about feminism, is that it means equality for men and women. Key word: equality. 

What isn’t seen very much in Kingdom of Ash? Equality. At the end of the book, the female characters get all of the credit for it. Lysandra, Yrene, and Aelin are credited with winning the war. All of these character did play huge roles in it, and Aelin is the main character of the series. But I feel that Dorian was extremely overlooked and Aelin extremely overrated. 

Dorian, by the end of Kingdom of Ash, can shapeshift, summon/control flame and ice, has “magic hands” or control over some type of energy that can hold people in place, destroy things, block things. He’s incredibly powerful. He pulled down Erawan’s temple/keep place in the mountains, single-handedly. He tricked the Valg Queen and beat her at her own game, MADE HER PRISONER IN HIS OWN MIND. He basically taught himself magic, on his own, because there was no time for anyone else to really teach him of it. And yet, he barely gets much mention in the end of the book. He’s the one who lured Erawan over so that the healer could deliver the final blow and kill him. He’s the one who sent out the light, who stood as bait. Yet barely any mention. Yrene got all the credit for it. 

Aelin also got a ton of credit. And was annoyingly self-sacrificial. Meanwhile, she was kinda making it hard for herself when it didn’t have to be. She destroyed kingdoms to get her own back, pick petty arguments and made annoying sarcastic comments all the time in the type of show-off Mary-Sue type we all know and hate. Now, I’m all for smartass comments, witty humor, laughing at things that shouldn’t be laughed at. But to constantly, at every single comment or question or challenge respond with it, it rather childish. 

Aelin returned to her kingdom knowing she would be accepted by the people, knowing the people already accepted her as their Queen. But she left Dorian to go pick up the pieces of his own shattered kingdom with no help, knowing that she had helped destroy it. Knowing that without Dorian, they would have lost the whole war. It wouldn’t have been possible without the crown prince stepping up to the plate. 

Maybe it just bothers me because I can relate to Dorian more. He has all the skill, all the talent, all the potential to be an amazing, powerful character, and yet he’s constantly brushed off and pushed back as less important. 

Lysandra is a character I was rather fond of. A shapeshifter, and a damn clever one at that. She had a ton of good qualities. She was a great judge of character, she was smart, she was relentless and determined and strong-willed, but still had that sense of humility about her. She wasn’t cocky, she wasn’t snobbish, she knew her skills and her limits and she used them to her advantage to get done what needed to be done. Her loyalty was to her Queen first, her kingdom and her promised home. Then to her adopted daughter(?), and then to her love interest. She was the type of female character that I like. She has her priorities straight, knows her strengths and her weaknesses, and pushes herself to the limit for what she believes in, without being overly dramatic about it like Aelin. 

The cadre, Rowan, Lorcan, Fenrys, and Gavriel, I love. They were beautiful and amazingly dynamic and interesting characters. There was a lot of variation between them personality wise. Fenrys was more of the jokester, very loyal, fun to be around. Lorcan the broody angsty type with the gift of death. He was a badass, and I love me some grumpy could-be-a-really-awesomely-powerful-and-dangerous-villain characters. Gavriel was the mom friend. He was most definitely the care taker of the group. And Rowan was the loyal leader of them, the prince. They all had contrasting abilities, personalities, and histories that just fit so nicely together. It made it all work, and I really don’t have complaints about them. Except that Gavriel died. That was kinda sad. 

In the end, I would recommend this series for someone looking for a female-lead character, an interesting plot, and a bit of adventure. I’m picky about my characters, so I judge characters a bit harsh, but I would rate the series a 6 or 7 out of 10, mostly because the overlooking of some characters I really thought a little more important and worth more time than they were given.

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Preferences: When You’re Sick

I just hit 4,500 followers today and I’m super sick rn so I decided I had a lot of inspiration for this particular preference because its just what I want right now

Requested by @dreams-of-feysand @writergash and some nonnies

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Rowan:

You have a fever, so Rowan uses his powers to keep you cool when you’re overheated or warm when you have chills. He keeps fresh air circulating the room to help your overworked lungs and has an ice pack constantly ready to soothe your pounding headache. He fusses over you all day and it’s the most adorable thing ever.

Rhysand:

He takes you to the cabin when you are sick, both for fresh air and some alone time to get better. The cabin’s magic takes care of both of you and without responsibilities and plenty of sleep, your health improves fairly quickly. You get back to Velaris a week later even though you were only sick for three of those days. That alone time was definitely used to it’s fullest extent.

Aelin:

She makes you into a roll of blankets and then realizes that she didn’t leave you enough room to move your arms. So then its a process of unrolling and re-rolling so she can hand you the steaming cup of tea she’s been keeping warm –and proceeds to keep warm enough so that it soothes but does not burn your throat. When you’re done, she provides an abundance of books to read and says ‘bless you’ literally every single time you sneeze.

Dorian:

The King of Adarlan gives you a massage when you are sick in bed. With both his magic and physical hands, Dorian rubs your shoulders and feet until your body is completely relaxed. He then proceeds to kiss up the length of your body and you honestly completely forget about your pounding head and screaming throat. Especially when Dorian takes it upon himself to place a sweet peck right on the tip of your red nose.

Cassian:

He makes you the best chicken noodle soup you have ever tasted. It glides easily down your sore throat and soothes the aching of your stomach. He will sometimes take the bowl from you and feed you himself, because he loves to take care of you. You finish three bowls that way before you’re finally full and Cassian lets you stop, replacing the spoon with a tissue and a cough drop.

Chaol:

You try not to show it, but Chaol recognizes that you are sick in the middle of a meeting one day. He stops the entire conference and escorts you back to bed, despite your protests. ‘We can meet with those stuffy old men any time. Right now, you have to get better.’ Then he’ll call a messenger to tell anyone who is looking for you that you and him are spending the rest of the night in and that no one should disturb you.

Hasar:

The princess uses the excuse of you being sick to take the day off and help you get better. The two of you put on your comfiest pajamas and spend the whole day relaxing, being catered on, and sniffling. Hasar will do a fashion show and try on probably everything in her closet to entertain the both of you, and always does a strip tease when she’s changing outfits. Her only goal all day is to make you laugh.

Azriel:

When you are sick, Azriel will cuddle with you. He holds you close and wraps his wings around you while you sleep it off. The shadows tell him when you are about to throw up and he will rush you to the bathroom before you even know what’s happening. His gentle hands brush your hair back from your face and run soothing circles over your back as he waits for you to be done, and then its back to cuddling until it all repeats.

Lorcan:

Just like when you start your cycle, Lorcan usually realizes you’re sick before you do. He stuffs you with vitamins to try and ward off the germs but sometimes its too late. During those times, he always makes sure you are equipped with the right tonics to keep you up and feeling good. He will not have you reduced to bed when there’s things to be done. But he is also always there to carry you back to your room when the day is over.

Lucien:

You insist that he doesn’t have to stay with you, that you don’t want to get him sick, but Lucien will have none of it. He cancels any plans he has for the day and hops into bed with you. He opens windows to let in fresh air and makes sure you always have an ample supply of tissues at your disposal. And sometimes, if you really are so sympathetically sick, he lets you braid his hair just to see a smile on your face.

Mor (modern au):

Both of you get sick at the same time and Mor decides to make it a party. She rents a dozen movies, piles blankets all over the couch, and surrounds you with tissues and snacks. You spend the next few days getting better watching anything from chick-flicks to horror movies, cuddled under mounds of fluffy comforters and pounds of junk food.

Fenrys:

The only person you let near you when you are sick is Fenrys. His light hearted comments keep you in a state of drowsy contentment. He coaxes you through your vomiting and never balks from it, instead holding your hair back until you’re done and then helping you brush your teeth and feel normal again. Then he’ll carry you from the toilet back to bed and hold you until you fall back asleep.

Helion:

When you can’t fall asleep from coughing, Helion reads to you. He props you up against his chest and places a sweet kiss to your hair before opening a book and beginning a story. You’re not entirely sure if he’s actually reading the book or making something up but his calm, deep voice lulls you to sleep eventually, and it’s the best rest you’ve had in a long time.

Gavriel:

He panics when you’re sick, freaking out because he doesn’t know if its serious or just a common cold. He calls in the best healer in the city to make sure you’re not about to die or something and the healer always scolds him for being so dramatic because its just a head cold. However, he makes sure that you are always properly medicated and follows every instruction the healer gave. He does not take any chances when it comes to your health.

Lysandra:

She turns into the cutest, fluffiest, little puppy you have ever seen and curls up on your stomach, burying her tiny snout in your sweater with big sympathetic eyes staring up at you. It makes you laugh and she is content to sit there for hours as you pet her. It’s soothing and most of the time coaxes your body to relax and let it heal itself. You’ll wake up after a nap with Lysandra in her human form petting you, gentle hands brushing your hair back and placing a kiss on your forehead.

Kallias:

Naturally, the High Lord of Winter has an abundance of ice-cream, which he uses every excuse to eat. When you’re sick, the two of you make enormous sundaes with every kind of topping and then eat it together. It helps your burning throat and makes you smile when Kallias accidentally gets some on his face that you take the liberty to wipe off for him.

Aedion:

Apparently, Aedion believes that if you are sick, you have no function over your limbs and takes it upon himself to carry you absolutely everywhere. Even if its just six paces to the bathroom, Aedion will pick you up and drop you off at the door, then proceed to wait until you’re done to carry you back to the bed. You would swat him away but it’s nice to be cared for, and you know his Fae side likes to feel needed, so you sacrificially allow him to do as he pleases.

Tarquin:

He draws a hot bubble bath for you both to soak in when you start to get stuffed up. The steam rising from the water helps to clear your sinuses. Of course, being in the bath with the High Lord also helps to lighten your previously sullen mood... For example, having a bubble fight never fails to make you laugh... or whatever else your dirty mind thinks up. 

Sartaq:

If Sartaq could stay in bed with you all day to cuddle, he would. Unfortunately, duty calls, and usually he’s gone before you wake up. However, he leaves you breakfast before he goes every morning and if he notices you coughing or sniffling in your sleep, he’ll make sure a steaming cup of soothing tea and a tonic go along with it.

Tamlin:

He barely notices when your sick, and usually avoids you like the plague so he doesn’t get sick either. Because he’s ‘too important’ to be bed-bound.

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Rowan:

You have a fever, so Rowan uses his powers to keep you cool when you’re overheated or warm when you have chills. He keeps fresh air circulating the room to help your overworked lungs and has an ice pack constantly ready to soothe your pounding headache. He fusses over you all day and it’s the most adorable thing ever.

Rhysand:

He takes you to the cabin when you are sick, both for fresh air and some alone time to get better. The cabin’s magic takes care of both of you and without responsibilities and plenty of sleep, your health improves fairly quickly. You get back to Velaris a week later even though you were only sick for three of those days. That alone time was definitely used to it’s fullest extent.

Aelin:

She makes you into a roll of blankets and then realizes that she didn’t leave you enough room to move your arms. So then its a process of unrolling and re-rolling so she can hand you the steaming cup of tea she’s been keeping warm –and proceeds to keep warm enough so that it soothes but does not burn your throat. When you’re done, she provides an abundance of books to read and says ‘bless you’ literally every single time you sneeze.

Dorian:

The King of Adarlan gives you a massage when you are sick in bed. With both his magic and physical hands, Dorian rubs your shoulders and feet until your body is completely relaxed. He then proceeds to kiss up the length of your body and you honestly completely forget about your pounding head and screaming throat. Especially when Dorian takes it upon himself to place a sweet peck right on the tip of your red nose.

Cassian:

He makes you the best chicken noodle soup you have ever tasted. It glides easily down your sore throat and soothes the aching of your stomach. He will sometimes take the bowl from you and feed you himself, because he loves to take care of you. You finish three bowls that way before you’re finally full and Cassian lets you stop, replacing the spoon with a tissue and a cough drop.

Chaol:

You try not to show it, but Chaol recognizes that you are sick in the middle of a meeting one day. He stops the entire conference and escorts you back to bed, despite your protests. ‘We can meet with those stuffy old men any time. Right now, you have to get better.’ Then he’ll call a messenger to tell anyone who is looking for you that you and him are spending the rest of the night in and that no one should disturb you.

Hasar:

The princess uses the excuse of you being sick to take the day off and help you get better. The two of you put on your comfiest pajamas and spend the whole day relaxing, being catered on, and sniffling. Hasar will do a fashion show and try on probably everything in her closet to entertain the both of you, and always does a strip tease when she’s changing outfits. Her only goal all day is to make you laugh.

Azriel:

When you are sick, Azriel will cuddle with you. He holds you close and wraps his wings around you while you sleep it off. The shadows tell him when you are about to throw up and he will rush you to the bathroom before you even know what’s happening. His gentle hands brush your hair back from your face and run soothing circles over your back as he waits for you to be done, and then its back to cuddling until it all repeats.

Lorcan:

Just like when you start your cycle, Lorcan usually realizes you’re sick before you do. He stuffs you with vitamins to try and ward off the germs but sometimes its too late. During those times, he always makes sure you are equipped with the right tonics to keep you up and feeling good. He will not have you reduced to bed when there’s things to be done. But he is also always there to carry you back to your room when the day is over.

Lucien:

You insist that he doesn’t have to stay with you, that you don’t want to get him sick, but Lucien will have none of it. He cancels any plans he has for the day and hops into bed with you. He opens windows to let in fresh air and makes sure you always have an ample supply of tissues at your disposal. And sometimes, if you really are so sympathetically sick, he lets you braid his hair just to see a smile on your face.

Mor (modern au):

Both of you get sick at the same time and Mor decides to make it a party. She rents a dozen movies, piles blankets all over the couch, and surrounds you with tissues and snacks. You spend the next few days getting better watching anything from chick-flicks to horror movies, cuddled under mounds of fluffy comforters and pounds of junk food.

Fenrys:

The only person you let near you when you are sick is Fenrys. His light hearted comments keep you in a state of drowsy contentment. He coaxes you through your vomiting and never balks from it, instead holding your hair back until you’re done and then helping you brush your teeth and feel normal again. Then he’ll carry you from the toilet back to bed and hold you until you fall back asleep.

Helion:

When you can’t fall asleep from coughing, Helion reads to you. He props you up against his chest and places a sweet kiss to your hair before opening a book and beginning a story. You’re not entirely sure if he’s actually reading the book or making something up but his calm, deep voice lulls you to sleep eventually, and it’s the best rest you’ve had in a long time.

Gavriel:

He panics when you’re sick, freaking out because he doesn’t know if its serious or just a common cold. He calls in the best healer in the city to make sure you’re not about to die or something and the healer always scolds him for being so dramatic because its just a head cold. However, he makes sure that you are always properly medicated and follows every instruction the healer gave. He does not take any chances when it comes to your health.

Lysandra:

She turns into the cutest, fluffiest, little puppy you have ever seen and curls up on your stomach, burying her tiny snout in your sweater with big sympathetic eyes staring up at you. It makes you laugh and she is content to sit there for hours as you pet her. It’s soothing and most of the time coaxes your body to relax and let it heal itself. You’ll wake up after a nap with Lysandra in her human form petting you, gentle hands brushing your hair back and placing a kiss on your forehead.

Kallias:

Naturally, the High Lord of Winter has an abundance of ice-cream, which he uses every excuse to eat. When you’re sick, the two of you make enormous sundaes with every kind of topping and then eat it together. It helps your burning throat and makes you smile when Kallias accidentally gets some on his face that you take the liberty to wipe off for him.

Aedion:

Apparently, Aedion believes that if you are sick, you have no function over your limbs and takes it upon himself to carry you absolutely everywhere. Even if its just six paces to the bathroom, Aedion will pick you up and drop you off at the door, then proceed to wait until you’re done to carry you back to the bed. You would swat him away but it’s nice to be cared for, and you know his Fae side likes to feel needed, so you sacrificially allow him to do as he pleases.

Tarquin:

He draws a hot bubble bath for you both to soak in when you start to get stuffed up. The steam rising from the water helps to clear your sinuses. Of course, being in the bath with the High Lord also helps to lighten your previously sullen mood... For example, having a bubble fight never fails to make you laugh... or whatever else your dirty mind thinks up.

Sartaq:

If Sartaq could stay in bed with you all day to cuddle, he would. Unfortunately, duty calls, and usually he’s gone before you wake up. However, he leaves you breakfast before he goes every morning and if he notices you coughing or sniffling in your sleep, he’ll make sure a steaming cup of soothing tea and a tonic go along with it.

Tamlin:

He barely notices when your sick, and usually avoids you like the plague so he doesn’t get sick either. Because he’s ‘too important’ to be bed-bound.