#tog couples

[moonssalad]

Honestly why does almost every SJM written relationship start off with one of them abusing or belittling the other? Is SJM incapable of writing healthy relationships?

#anti sjm #anti sarah j maas #anti acotar #anti tog #anti throne of glass #anti cc #anti ccity #anti crescent city #anti feysand #anti rowaelin #anti nessian #i cant think of anymore couples #well more like i cant remember their ship name

[deiaiko]

Two Sides of the Same Coin will be back around March-April!

First thing first, thank you to everyone who sticks around in this journey until now, to everyone who reblogged and left replies in their tags, and to those who participated in the QnAs. I didn't know what came after me when I decided to start making this comic, but it's been fun, more so than I anticipated when thinking about being a comic artist myself.

Season 1 is finally over. So far I have 4 seasons planned, so that means we're a quarter of the way. Unfortunately the story still needs some refining, so I will take a small break to think it over. (Also because I miss doing full-colored art haha.)

Oh boy I'm very excited for Season 2. Look forward to it <3

#I wonder what they're saying in the pic #help me caption it #they're so cute huhuhu #married couple with two kids lmao #i can hear shibisu squealing in the background #Grace: Kidnap? Check. What's next? Adoption paper? #(younger) Khun: OMG No! Put me down FFS! #(older) Khun: (I'd adopt little Bam actually. But this brat? No thanks. Even if that brat was myself) #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin comic #my art #bam #baam #25th baam #25th bam #the 25th baam #the 25th bam #khun #koon #khun a.a #khun aguero agnis #jue viole grace #khunbam #koonbaam #bamxkhun

[nesta-attorney]

me, when sparkling in the chest, music between their souls, anything with a golden thread gets mentioned in Sarah’s books and she ALWAYS uses that rhetoric to mean mates:

#acotar #acosf #all of her couples had this used #I love how this is canon text #cc #tog #I just LOVE canon #certain cult ships should stop taking fanon as gospel when canon is right there

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

#aka the immortal husbands vs space yeehaw poll 💖 love them both #badass queer couples battle #trigun #the old guard #vashwood #joenicky #kaysanova #idk which is the 'official' ship name so I'll just use both #tog #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani

[eggs-can-draw]

Hello and welcome to Togami Time because I was hit with worms like a freight train and I need it to be known that he's one of my favorites (ALSO THE WOMAN EVER POLARIS P POLANSKI)

#eggs can art #danganronpa #byakuya togami #polaris p polanski #shuichi saihara #only a little bit but I care their dynamic so so so os so much so he gets to be tagged #you can thank The Discord tm for the first couple togs #also the plural of togami is togs now #I feel so much better about how I draw him now I'm gonna tack down his colors at some point soon #hes the popular girl at school its just inherent

[auviergine]

lmao okay i did manage to finish the bday art in time woooo happy khun day!!

#tower of god #khun aguero agnis #khun aa #tog khun #auviergineart #khun as lestat bc i watched iwtv a couple days ago #im going back to werk now

[ladybookstan]

Why don't we have a Manorian Week???

#Is it just me who wants a week of appreciation to this amazing couple??? #I feel that Manorian is not as appreciated as the ship deserves 😔 #dorian x manon #manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #Is it just me who thinks about it? #throne of glass series #tog fandom

[laviejaguardia]

Andy steps out of the safe house and into the rain.

It’s only just starting, drops falling with intermittent gaps, dotting the earth with barely visible dark circles. The air, so humid and thick, is finally giving her a respite, turning thinner and fresher.

She starts walking.

The first drop falls on her shoulder, a pinprick of cold across the edge of her tanktop. It brings a zing of electricity, waking up her skin. The water droplet rolls down her shoulder, past her shoulder blade before contact with the fabric sucks it up.

She shivers, pinpricks and soft body hairs waving with the rapidly cooling breeze. 

Another drop. This time on the crown of her head. It slides down her scalp, triggering a cooling wave down her whole body.

So many things have changed but not the rain.

She’s seen it bring life and death in equal amounts. Too much or too little bring such destruction. 

The drops are falling more steadily now. The pitter patter of them hitting the leaves might be one of the oldest songs in existence. Every pinprick of cold in her skin wakes her up, clears the cobwebs away, washes off the pain and the mental exhaustion no rest can clear.

Thunder rumbles in the distance and it reverbs in her chest, thorax and ribs attuned to it. 

She stops and draws herself up, lets her head fall back to feel the rain’s kisses on her face.

Her cheekbones, her hairline, the bridge of her nose, one corner of an eyelid, her bottom lip. The rain drops cold kisses on all her features and Andy starts to surface. They glide over her skin, curl on her jawline and caress down her taut neck, more intimate than most lovers’ caresses. 

It helps that once enough drops have fallen they’re indistinguishable from tears. 

Every small rivulet down her skin is a tear, a crack on the numbness that’s been encasing her. Their coldness burns and tickles and feels like shedding a heavy coat. The cold damp air sneaks around her limbs, burrows into her ancient bones and makes them reverb. 

Andy brings her head forward, her own salty rain falling from her eyes down to the damp earth. A drop hits her square in the nape of her neck, cascading crisp electricity down her spine.

She breathes in deep, nostrils flaring with the sharp air, ribcage expanding and tugging against the wet fabric now clinging to her skin. Her breath hitches in her tired lungs and hurts on the way in, her spine cracks, brings relief and blessed emptiness on the way out.

She blinks against the tears, feels one curl down her nose and tickle it. Her hands flex on her thighs with the impulse to wipe it but she doesn’t. It falls, prey to gravity and indistinguishable from all the other the second it’s in the air. She can’t tell when it hits the earth. 

The arrhythmic patter starts to dim as the heavy cloud moves on. Behind it leaves rich cool earth and clear air, all the cloying humidity washed away. The rain stops falling.

Andy turns on her heel and walks back inside.

#just a couple feelings on the rain! and andy! cause she just makes me emotional #the old guard #tog #tog fic #andromache the scythian #andromache of scythia #andy tog #the old guard fic #i managed to write indistinguishable right on the first try and i feel so powerful #mmine #my writing #usernati #demonicneonfishy #userlyde #<3

[helion-ism]

midnights — acotar + tog

anti-hero: aelin

snow at the beach: I’m actually giving this one to gwynriel (“I don’t even dare to wish it”, “you wanting me tonight feels impossible”)

you’re on your own kid: aelin

vigilante shit: aelin

bejeweled: lysandra/aedion

labyrinth: future elucien

sweet nothing: feysand and rowaelin

the great war: nessian

paris: what I want for helion/loa

high infidelity: feyre/tamlin/rhys

glitch: feysand

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve: aelin and arobynn kinda

#might add to this later #I tried to only go with one couple or person per song #but I know for some several fit #anyone any ideas for elorcan? #manorian? #emorie? #acotar #tog #elucien #nessian #feysand #rowaelin

[seaselkie]

The Old Guard

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Janson has been tasked with tracing a group of immortals through time, to find and apprehend them. But they're good at staying hidden, which makes him think they've been doing it long, long before they started getting caught on camera. He's only been able to find fragments, glimpses of them here and there across history. He's putting together a story - headed up by Newt and Thomas, partners that have never been recorded far apart, though generally under the radar and at times under married aliases - the group is rounded out by Minho and Gally who tend to crop up in disaster zones including notable wars, and Sonya and Harriet, who have been connected to social justice and activism endeavours since the 50s. Janson won't give up, too much rides on it, but the group are still lost in the wind.

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This was first seen Here as a gift in the @mazerunnersecretsanta event 2023. I don't often post, but I'm sharing this via my own blog now Santa reveals have gone live.

If you like it, reblogs are appreciated so others can see it easier, and do check out the fandom event if you like Maze Runner. It's been running for 6 years now and always a lot of fun.

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So, this was a little last minute addition for @dream0fspring (mostly bc @harveylovesmike I knew she had yours covered! but I adore you both) and I know that The Old Guard is a huge love right now. The idea came for putting together a collage kind of like the one Copley has in the film, trying to trace Andi's immortal group across the years. Only... make it TMR. For all its rush, and for all the other things I'd love to have crammed in there, it was fun to put together. Part of the joy here was finding some good pics of everyone that looked like they were taken without knowledge, since they'd be avoiding cameras, and trying to show some possible variety of time and walks of life. I'm particularly fond of Hacker Harriet and that one of Newt I think fitted my mental image so well.

And the best headcanon that came from this, thanks to the tmr discord, is all the hundreds or thousands of marriages newt and thomas have accrued over many many years. They have a collection of certificates from just about everywhere, some more than once and a growing collection of wedding and engagement symbols and tokens since their ring collection got truly obscene and they decided to branch out.

#A couple of the little post it notes are half hidden under the threads #you can tell i was doing this fast #and forgot to check all the positioning after #sorrrrry #hopefully its all readable anyway #id edit it and update it but the original one has already been reblogged a bunch so #we go down like Merrick falling out of a high rise window #maze runner #tmr #maze runner edit #tmr edit #tog au #old guard au #old guard #tmr thomas #tmr newt #tmr minho #tmr gally #tmr harriet #tmr sonya #newtmas #sonyarriet #minally #collage #art edit #my edits #seaselkie edits #canva #tmrss23 #@mazerunnersecretsanta

[the-messenger-hawk]

Overcast

Wangnan is the sun of the team.

Bam notices it early on into their alliance, the life and energy, the way that he affects the rest of Team Sweet & Sour. The team leader brings his energy wherever he goes, and he can see that even the more reserved Horyang and short-tempered Prince relax a little in his presence without even being aware of it. And even with the teasing abound, Ms. Ehwa still couldn’t stay angry at him. Bam himself is no exception, though he tries his best to keep that mostly to himself; he doesn’t quite yet feel safe enough to drop the walls that he (was forced to) spend so much time building up in that dark place before.

Still, he can feel it when Wangnan swings into the kitchen to compliment his cooking with exaggerated graceless smiles, when he sets a chore sheet in the living room and announces an equal share for everyone, or even the way the tense, nervous line in his shoulders evens out into a happier calm when the bills are paid on time.

He’s nothing at all like when they first met, sneering and insincere, defensive like he was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. But now Wangnan slides into a group dynamic like he was meant to be there, a puzzle piece perfectly slotted into place. And the rest of them fall into step behind him as naturally as can be. Bam keeps the shield up, but sometimes he’ll allow himself a smile in private; Wangnan may have relied on deception to make this team, but his desire to maintain their happiness was clear in his every action.

Maybe, like him, Wangnan had just wanted friends too.

Bam gets used to it, the life that the yellow-eyed regular brought into the group, and his life. The promise that Wangnan made to him on the 21st Floor doesn’t weigh on him so much anymore, even if he thinks of it sometimes when his nightmares won’t allow him a peaceful sleep.

Why was it so easy for Wangnan to offer to put his life on the line? A life that--when they’d met--he was so desperate to preserve at all costs. Why did this man who shone like sunlight offer his hand to the darkness? (Bam didn’t deserve this, he knew. His place wasn’t in the light any longer, even if he missed the glow of companionship and belonging.) It made what Wangnan chose to give him freely so much harder to accept.

That was only one of the many reasons why Bam chose to flee to the roof of whatever housing the team settled into.

It was quiet up there, away from prying eyes.

He could put away the shield, just for a little while. Be himself where FUG couldn’t touch him, avoid the curious stares of his teammates, reminisce in things--and people--that were now long gone beyond his reach.

Which was why it was a surprise to find one lazy morning where Bam’s not-so-hidden sanctuary was already attended by the team leader himself.

The young candidate had learned to move cautiously over the years, quietly, so Wangnan had yet to notice that he was no longer alone. The yellow-eyed regular was not his usual self. He’d dragged a cheap folding chair up to the roof to sit in, dressed in a rumpled white button-up and slacks (most of his wardrobe from yesterday, Bam noted). Through the cool chill in the early morning air, the man was shivering just slightly. His left arm was free from the sling Goseng had set it in the previous day, and in his other was a bottle of baijiu, partly drained.

But it was the look on his face that was really striking. Wangnan was staring out over the skyline of buildings, his mouth set in a heavy frown, and the vibrant spark Bam was used to seeing in his eyes was gone, leaving them dull and uncomfortably blank. Like that, under a gray, cloudy sky, Wangnan didn’t resemble the sun of the team any longer. In actuality, he looked miserable.

After taking his encouragement and kindness, this sight was painful.

Before he could second guess what he was doing, Bam shrugged off his black coat and dropped it over Wangnan's shoulders, causing the blonde to immediately stiffen up, blinking at him with startled yellow eyes. "V-Viole?"

"You looked cold," the irregular told him in a simple explanation, standing nearby, and he couldn't help it as his eyes strayed to the bottle of alcohol Wangnan was holding in a death grip. "Mr. Wangnan...are you... alright?"

Wangnan seemed to collect himself, trying to shift over to a friendlier expression closer to what he usually wore around them, but it was obvious that his heart wasn't really in it. Not for the first time, Bam began to wonder if he wasn't the only one in their group that carried a mask or two (and if the alcohol played a part in loosening it this time around). "I'm okay, the cold doesn't bother me that much," but as Bam made no move to take the coat back, he kneaded his fingers across the fabric thoughtfully before he perked up again. "Don't tell Akraptor that I got into the baijiu. I'm sure he was saving it for something, but it goes down pretty good for this kind of weather, so I just thought-!"

"Wangnan," he interrupted, quietly but steadily, "you don't have to pretend if you don't want to."

The blonde froze, his smile faltering for a moment before fading entirely, averting his eyes to stare back on the horizon. His hand tightened hard on the bottle briefly before he set it down on the ground at his feet, as though he'd made a concentrated effort to let it go. The miserable expression started to creep back in. Wangnan stayed silent for a long enough time that Bam began to think he wasn't going to say anything, but then, "I was thinking about my old friends, from the 20th Floor... How...they never got to see this with me."

Oh.

Wangnan had mentioned that before, that he'd come to the 20th with a team of his own. And that they'd left, one after another... "Your old team? You must miss them."

 "I do, but, it's not what I'd call mutual," He quirked his brow, something bittersweet in his face. "We didn't really part on good terms. We argued, I refused to give up, things got... unpleasant for everybody. Things fell apart. Not for nothing, but they’re probably better off, happier too. " Wangnan sighed, glancing in Bam's direction, but was unable to meet his gaze, "And then there's...Nia. Poor guy got caught up with the wrong deadbeat.”

Bam remembered. Coming on the heel of a pepper bomb, and a desperate deal made with a would-be enemy. He doubted that he’d forget Wangnan’s brand of rage and grief anytime soon, or even how he was able to overcome it in the end. And it made him sad to think that his determination alone wasn’t enough to keep his friends by his side on his journey up the Tower. But ending up alone in spite of all that emotion...that was something that he could understand intimately.

It might have been that kinship that pushed him to break the silence, to put Wangnan’s mind just a little bit at ease, “If it helps at all, I don’t regret meeting you, Mr. Wangnan. I think you did the right thing.”

It was the right thing to say.

Wangnan’s eyes met his, a dull hurt that was overtaken by pure gratitude, and Bam could see the spark of light rising into his yellow gaze once more.

“You want some, Viole?” Wangnan offered him the baijiu, smiling a little awkwardly, like he didn’t know what else to say. Bam had to politely decline, but he stayed there on the roof with Wangnan, watching in companionable contentment as the sun peeked up over the horizon to cast gold into his teammate’s blonde hair and set his eyes alight. Sunshine once more. Lighting up the darkness.

Even if he didn’t know what was around the corner, at least he wasn’t alone. Neither of them were.

#wangbam #wangviole #ja wangnan #25th bam #the twenty fifth bam #jue viole grace #tower of god #tog wangnan #tog bam #tog fic #i have a couple of wips for them #this one was fairly short so I could drop it here

[cryingatships]

Khun and baam baking cookies together, except Khun doesn't know sh*t about baking, so baam has to teach him every single thing.

Khun gets cookie dough in his nose while mixing and Baam licks it away, and kisses the tip of Khun's nose.

In the end, Baam ends up does 99% of the work. Khun helps by taste-testing the cookie dough. And by dipping his finger in the dough when Baam isn't looking (or so Khun thinks) and licking it off.

Baam sees everything, but doesn't say a word, cause like, Khun is cute when he thinks he's being sneaky.

Not because it's hot af when Khun licks and sucks on his fingers, nope nope, not at all.

The cookies turn out a success. Khun learns very little about making cookies, but it doesn't really matter, for Baam can teach him again, anytime Khun wants him to.

#khunbam #khun aguero agnis #25th baam #khunbaam #doing cute couple things #fluff #drabble #tower of god #tog

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Seven sentences game! 🥰 I was tagged by @ongreenergrasses thank you for thinking of me!

There was the sharp snap of a valise, the sound of a lock clicking, and then the door swung back so hard that Poirot wouldn’t have been entirely surprised if it was pried from its hinges. It revealed a young man– handsome, harried, and half-dressed. The buttons of his fine dinner shirt were only fastened to the center of his torso, and the cufflinks hung from his open cuffs. What was most likely a neat head of brown waves was mussed, sticking up in a fluff as if he’d fisted his hands in it.

“What.” It was not a question as much as a snarl.

Poirot blinked at those piercing, pale eyes. Mon dieu, what an evening this was going to be.

“Bonsoir. I am Monsieur Poirot, this compartment is to be mine as well?”

I’m tagging @nicolos @maddielle @the73rdpostscript @yusufsmoon and @raedear should you so choose! 💕

#I gave y’all a couple extra sentences because I didn’t want to break up the vibe #tog adjacent #the pierre/mickey fic #murder on the orient express #a dangerous fortune #pierre michel of avignon #mickey miranda #tag game

[astrabear]

I appreciate that my brain so often gives me Old Guard dreams, but a major downside is that you can't filter your dreams by archive warning or excluded tags. I did not sign up for Major Character Death dreams. I especially did not sign up for

Joe sobbing in Booker's arms because Nicky had lost his immortality and then been caught in an explosion so massive that there wasn't even a body to bury.

What the hell. I mean really.

#the old guard #tog is like a cordyceps fungus #but that's still probably better than the action movie dream a couple of nights ago #in which the car we were in was under attack by Paul Hollywood and Prue Leith #and defended by Gwen Cooper

[holdthefrickup]

There is something so poetic about Lorcan mocking Rowan and taunting him by mentioning Aelin probably won’t Settle, only for Lorcan to turn around and give up his immortality for a 5’3 woman who can wreck him in a single sentence

#and I love both these couples #tog #throne of glass #elorcan #rowaelin #tog spoilers