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icey--stars · 6 months

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ACOTAR and TOG males in Corsets/Vests (Headcanons)

The High Lords of Prythian + 2 more ACOTAR males and then Rowan and Fenrys from TOG.

I think my self control just went down the hill because now I'm on pinterest looking at men in corsets and imagining which acotar/tog male would wear which. As well as vests (I have an addiction). So far I've come to the following conclusions: (doesn't include cass and az because I literally only see them wearing leathers/more formal leathers, not really a corset/vest. MAYBE az, but only for eris.)

If you want to see my lack of self control, feel free to look lol

Rhysand:

Would be so good looking in a corset. (However, Lucien, Thesan and Tarquin would be slightly better). However, I have to say that he'd probably be better looking in a vest than a corset 🫣 The purple one would match his eyes and well... his eyes happen to be one of my favorite physical characteristics of him.

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Helion:

THIS male. Oh lordy. He'd ROCK a corset like none other and honestly, he's never going to wear a vest. I don't see him doing it. He'd wear the traditional Day Court robes but then he'd one day just walk out in the gold chains (far right) and everyone would not be able to take their eyes off him. And the gold?? The gold fits too well with his dark skin. I am UNWELL.

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Lucien Vanserra:

I am panting after this male so badly. He would be the best looking in a corset, absolutely no competition. He would have everyone drooling over him and THEN he'd just pop out in a vest and it'd be the same. He looks way too good in either. He looks good in like every court's style too! I just can't with him. I could put him in any of the corsets on this post and he'd look FABULOUS.

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Thesan:

Would absolutely have his lover panting after him in either a corset or vest. I like to imagine Dawn Court fashion with like soft yellows and oranges along with creams and browns?? I think that the first corset fits the best into that. But do I really need to say more? With his skin tone (a more asian one, darker. definitely not white at all) he would look HEAVENLY.

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Kallias:

Would look best in a vest, BUT if anyone is going to look ANY good in a dark blue/white corset, it's definitely Kallias. Now, the middle one wouldn't be paired with black of course, but he'd look DAMN GOOD in it. Am I going insane? Probably.

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Tarquin:

This male would canonically wear corsets daily. The vest just doesn't do it for him. Sure, he looks amazing but it's also too warm in Summer to wear it! He'd be wearing the corset with nothing under it (or for court proceedings, a white dress shirt) but literally- he'd look so hot. Thus far, the rankings for corsets are: Lucien, Tarquin, Thesan, Helion and then Rhys. Everyone else is irrelevant.

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Eris Vanserra:

We are going to skip Beron, I'm sorry. If you can't tell by the number of times I've ruthlessly had Beron killed in my fics, then you should know I hate him.

So, Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court is definitely someone who I'd rather see in a vest. But a corset? If he finds the right one, he'd look damn good. Just like his little brother. Though, I feel like he'd be so tired after ruling Autumn that he'd wear it mostly to help his posture lol

However, when he's not tired and wears a vest, he'd look like a god incarnate and I'd get down on my knees to worship the ground he walks on.

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Tamlin:

We believe in Tamlin in vests around these parts. (and forgiveness, but that's not what these weird headcanons are about) He'd be drool worthy. His hair?? PERFECT to match the first vest or the corset. I swear, he'd look so good that I'd be panting if he walked by me.

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Rowan Whitethorn:

Rowan? Rowan would wear a corset and have Aelin panting after him the entire day and absolutely nobody would be able to focus that day. Like literally, if you even get a glance, your mind is BROKEN. I would personally just get down on my knees and beg. I don't know about you guys, but if I imagine his tattoo as well, it only serves to make it worse. And a vest?? If you imagine the right with the green and then a more silver color... yeah, I think you get the point. Rowan is drool worthy ALWAYS.

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Fenrys Moonbeam

Do I really even need to say anything?? DO I? Fenrys. Corset. I am melting. He could fit into so many colors and styles and look amazing? I'm not even going to provide a vest picture because any fancy ones that I look up would automatically look good on him. His onyx dark eyes just make it easier!!

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Okay... well that was longer than anticipated but I hope you all enjoyed those thoughts. I think I've gone feral by looking at all these images and imagining the acotar/tog men in corsets.

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oliviajdjarin · 2 years

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Rowan Whitethorn: Mine

Pairing: Rowan Whitethorn x female!reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Rowan Whitethorn protects what’s his.

Warnings: reader gets captured, she also has blue eyes, rowan kills a lot of people (very attractively), allusions to sex, blood, broken nose, sore wrists, mating bond, making out, touching, heavy swearing, and arguing. If I got a detail wrong with the mating bond or Valg qualities, I apologize. I finished this series in April…which is insane. There’s also a guest appearance from one of @leahkenobi’s favs hehe.

A/N: @leahkenobi…you know what this is. Happy birthday mate. You deserve the world. PLEASE SEND HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY MESSAGES!!

A/N 2: this is off canon :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

(Pic gotten from Pinterest. Full credit to the owner).

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They had taken you.

Those fucking spiders had taken you.

He felt them do it. Felt your screams rattle his bones, and the bond crackle and pop against his sternum.

They must have followed you from the White Fang Mountains, trailing the scent of you that had been recently—very recently—mixed with his own.

The Valg soldier at the tip of his knife didn’t matter. The screaming witches flying over head didn’t matter. The seemingly endless army spread out before him didn’t matter.

His fae senses overtook him, and with a twitch of his lip and a tilt of his head, the oxygen surrounding him was stolen from the air.

With another blink, every speck was replaced with ice, and no Valg soldier or witch within his reach could escape his wake.

They dropped like sacks of flour, impaled with the shards Rowan Whitethorn had produced from his body, and he squeezed his fists together.

His triceps flexed as he did this, rippling the tattoos across his sun-kissed skin, and he breathed. Just breathed.

And listened.

The world around him quieted, except for the sound of his own heart racing. He could feel it chasing the rhythm of your own.

He sent the bond out like a beacon, searching as far as he could for any hint of your shape. He had it memorized, the shape you took up in the world. He let himself be called to it.

He closed his emerald eyes, exhaled, inhaled, then exhaled again.

There.

He had it. A vague idea of where they were carrying you. You were fighting back, he could feel it.

He couldn’t help the pride shining on his face.

He opened his eyes, and straightened his back as he beat his confidence down the bond.

Hold on, he said.

Just hold on.

He felt his muscles and tendons begin to shift, letting them have a mind of their own. His wings flared, and he released a cry.

With no time to lose, the most powerful pure-blooded fae warrior in history took to the skies, a trail of lightning and wind following him.

~*~

You were no stranger to torture, let alone loneliness. You just really wish it hadn’t been spiders.

You should have disguised your scent better. You should have disguised Rowan’s scent better.

You felt him using the bond to call out to you, searching for you and desperately trying to coax out a response from you.

But you didn’t reply, no matter how harshly it was cleaving your body in two. You knew why these spiders had taken you. Not only did they want you, but they wanted him.

“We could smell him,” they said, scratching down your face with their talons. “We could smell him all the way from the Fangs.”

You were writhing and squirming away from them as they spoke. Your teeth began to grind and sweat coated every inch of you.

“We will wait for him. Here.” The mouth of it got closer and closer to your face. Your chest began to shake. “In the meantime, behave, and we won’t bloody you too badly.”

That was hours ago, and the ropes connecting you to the cave’s wall would not fucking budge.

Your wrists were raw from how harshly you had been pulling, and the tops of your kneecaps were shredded from the harsh floor. Your nose had been throbbing since the spiders had first captured you—they had to disorient you somehow—and blood had been dripping down onto your shirt ever since. Never once had the drip slowed down, making your shirt sticky and your abdomen soaked.

You could not let it weaken you. You had to get out, alone, or Rowan would be stuck here too.

You knew he was close. You could taste it on the wind coming into your caved prison.

And for the first time in your life, it only filled you with dread.

~*~

After over an hour of silence and solitude in your cage, you began to wiggle your knife from the inside of your boot.

The spiders thought they had taken every even remotely dangerous item off of you, and it took all of your strength not to smirk in their faces when they rubbed it in your face.

Because of the soreness and sensitivity in your wrists, getting your boot off took some time, but the knife finally came free. While it was not massive, it was sharp, and it could at least start to weaken the harsh rope.

You had seen this rope before. It was some of the toughest on the market, with straw cut sharp enough to dig into skin and fabric.

You had to give the arachnids at least some credit.

As quietly as you could, you laid your non-dominant hand down on the ground, and used your body weight to saw back and forth on the rope. It stung like Hell to be pressing down so harshly on your tender skin, but you bit back your whimpers, and carried on.

After a few moments of sawing, the first layers of rope began to spring loose, and you released a shaky breath of relief.

You were going to get out of here. You were going to escape.

And that’s when you felt it.

Felt him.

He was here.

Your body ached for his contact. You wanted him to scoop you up and carry you away, get you out of this Hell hole.

But they wanted him too. They would stop at nothing. It wasn’t worth it.

He would burn himself out, and they’d have you both.

It wasn’t worth it.

You swallowed, calming down the bond beating harder than your heart, and sawed harder and louder than before.

I’m here Y/N.

You groaned at his voice in your head.

I’m coming.

You didn’t respond. You closed yourself off, and nearly snapped the knife in half by the time the first rope finally came loose.

The wind hitting your raw wrists caused you to hiss in pain, but you brushed it off, and laid your dominant hand on the ground.

You heard the loud echoes of spiders running across stone from further down the cave, as well as their screeches of pain, and you knew he was being rushed. You hoped he could hold them off long enough without draining all of his power.

You could feel it inside of you—the anger. You had seen him like this before, but never felt it. It clouded and your vision and creeped up the back of your neck.

You couldn’t imagine just how intense it was on his end of the bond.

You sawed and sawed until your arm went numb, but the rope was barely budging. Maybe the rope was thicker on that side, or your non-dominant hand was really that much weaker, but you persisted. Your heart was roaring in your head, and your adrenaline was pumping so harshly your hands began to shake.

The feeling of panic was rising in you, and you were too weak to push it away.

The first layers began to break, and sweat began dripping from your brow onto the ground. You took a second to calm your breathing and let your arm regain its strength, but the screams of the spiders became impossibly closer. Their bodies began to fly against the wall, and the outline of a body you knew all too well began to appear from the darkness.

You let out another groan, and sawed about halfway through the rope before hearing him.

“Y/N?”

Not in your head. Not in your heart. Real.

“Y/N,” he said again, and picked up his pace to sprint to you.

You let out a cry of frustration, and sawed so harshly your hands began to cramp.

He reached the poles of your cage, and searched for the lock on the door.

“Hang on baby. Hang on.”

“No,” you whined, and you were inches away from freedom.

“I’ve got you,” he said, and ripped the lock clean off the door. He creaked it open, and his robe flowed behind him as he ran to you. His hood masked most of his face, but his piercing green eyes and immaculate tattoos made him unmistakable.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, and all you wanted to do was fall into him, but with one final slice, you were free.

“No,” you said again, and shoved him off of you so hard his back hit the metal door.

You looked into his eyes as you stood up, and a mix of shock and genuine hurt coated them.

“Y/N, what—”

“You,” you yelled. “They want you Rowan. They want us both.”

Emotion was beginning to soften your voice, and Rowan’s eyes softened with it.

“That’s why I didn’t answer you. That’s why I shut you out. I didn’t want you here. I don’t want you here.”

Tears began to make your vision foggy, and you did you best to swallow them down, but with the way Rowan was looking at you, it was nearly impossible.

“Y/N, please—“

“No Rowan,” you interrupted. “What if you burnt out, huh? Then we would be stuck. They would have us both. How the Hell would anyone else find us?”

He swallowed down his own emotions before saying, “Y/N, I can handle—”

“I don’t need you here Rowan. I do not need to save me. You shouldn’t have come.”

You saw his chest cave in slightly at your words, like they caused him physical pain, and your throat was so swollen from tears that you were on the brink of exploding.

Rowan looked you up and down, and without an ounce of fear, stepped towards you once more. Gently.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” he whispered, with all the care in the world in his eyes, and you fell to your knees.

He caught you as you fell, understanding that the shock of the day had finally worn off you, and tucked you into his chest. You let the pressure all out at once, and he held his hand in your hair to hold you steady.

You sobbed into his chest for a few moments, and he let you.

“Baby,” he whispered, “just let me see you. Please.”

You looked up at him, still basking in the aroma that you could only describe as home, and he wiped the tears away as he examined your nose.

A faint mist had coated his own eyes as well.

He used the tip of his finger to glide over your nose, so gently you could barely feel it, before saying, “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, and he pressed your foreheads together. You felt your hearts begin to beat as one, as they always had, and always would.

He breathed you in one last time, before scooping you into his arms and letting you cling to his robe.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your eyes already beginning to flutter shut. Being around him always seemed to put you in some sort of trancelike state where it was nearly impossible to not be relaxed.

“No Y/N,” he responded, rubbing his hand over your own, “I am.”

He brought you out of the cave and into the pines of Terrasen, where the shadow of a mountain lion awaited your arrival.

~*~

A panic unlike any other washed over Rowan Whitethorn when he saw you cutting yourself free of the most painful rope on the market, while so soaked with blood it stuck to you.

He was surprised he didn’t crumble the entire mountain.

Gavriel got the both of you to a safe house in no time. He ran in silence with you on his back, while Rowan flew ahead of you. He kept you in his line of sight the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong.

He was more than grateful that nothing did.

Finally at the safe house, Gavriel slowed to a stop, and let Rowan take you off of his back. He held you close to his chest, listening to your soft breaths.

Gavriel shifted, and laid his hand on Rowan’s back as he held you.

“I know you’ll take care of her,” he said, and Rowan nodded.

“I will.”

Gavriel gave him a shy smile, and looked down to you one last time.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he said, and forced himself to step away. Gavriel cared for you in a different way then Rowan did, but almost as much.

Almost.

Rowan brushed your hair from your head, and brought you into the birch-colored home. Nothing made him feel better than knowing you were in a place like this: warm, sheltered, safe.

He proceeded to bathe you, slowly. He didn’t want to rush with you. He never wanted to rush with you.

You smiled sleepily as he did this, and said thank you when he finally pulled you from the boiling water. He found himself smiling back.

He carried you to the master bed, and tucked you in tightly. He knew he needed a bath as well, with as much sweat and blood he had dealt with that day, but the way your exhausted arms weakly pulled him into the paradise that was awaiting him convinced him well enough.

“Stay. Please,” you mumbled.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and replied. “I’m staying.”

He removed everything from his boots to his shirt, and tucked himself against you. He pulled your bare form into his own, and found himself finally relaxing as well.

He listened to your heartbeat, noticing that it wasn’t soft enough to be asleep yet, and he rubbed his fingers against your scalp.

“Did we win? The battle?”

He nodded against you. “It has been taken care of.”

You hummed in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How much I love you,” you responded. “And how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I shouldn’t have even been captured in the first place.”

He tucked his nose further into your hair, letting you continue.

“I knew what they were doing. I knew they wanted you. I didn’t want you to burn out and let them win.”

The emotions from earlier started creeping into your voice once again, so he pressed you deeper into him.

“My Y/N,” he whispered. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I wish I could have gotten there sooner.”

You began to breathe steadily again, so he pulled you back and looked into your eyes.

Your eyes were a color of blue he could not assign to any force of nature, but he’d spend the rest of his days studying them, trying to find something that could compare.

“I didn’t come for you because I didn’t think you could handle it,” he said. “Frankly, I knew you’d be at least nearly free from their grasp by the time I showed up.”

You smiled, showing some of your teeth.

He was so fucking obsessed with you it hurt.

“I came because I didn’t want you to have to handle it alone. You don’t have to handle anything alone.”

The blue of your eyes shined from your tears, making them that much more radiant.

“I’m right here Y/N. Right here.”

You nodded and rubbed your lips together, letting a few tears fall. He kissed them off your cheeks, and that only made more begin to spill.

“You are my mate, Y/N. Mine,” he said, framing your face with his hands. “And I am yours. Forever.”

You brought your hands from his bare chest up to his face, tracing the freckles and tattoos littering it. His own eyes fluttered closed, soaking in the fact that you were safe now. With him.

When you moved into his silver hair, he opened his eyes to see your own so full of joy. He just couldn’t help himself.

He started leaning in for a kiss, and mumbling, “I’ll be gentle. I won’t bump your nose.”

A sky smile came over your face. “I know.”

His stomach roared with butterflies, and he brought your face to his.

He wasn’t a liar. He was gentle. Pecking your lips over and over again, until you were the one who snapped. You brought him in deeper, etching your tongue over his, and he released a breath of pure pleasure.

With that, you wiggled underneath him, far enough that he was completely on top of you. His hands framed your hips, and you brought your hands down to his abdomen.

He pulled away. “You should be more tired than this.”

You smirked, and said breathlessly, “Tire me out then.”

His smirk matched your own, and he immediately latched himself onto your neck, beginning his descent down your body.

Gavriel was right. He did take care of you.

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manonblaqkbeak · 1 year

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I know that I don't really post much on here anymore, but I just wanted to let you guys know one of my most ridiculous throne of glass headcanons, which is this:

Fleetfoot never dies, like she just stops aging around her prime and everyone is just like "what the fuck???" But never questions it because it's just too damned confusing to even start questioning it.

Like one day, Rowan starts to say to Aelin "are we ever going to talk about...?" And aelin cuts him off by saying no and that's it, no more attempts at questioning

Fleetfoot does eventually pass away, but it's only after Aelin has died and a statue of fleetfoot is built next to Rowaelins.

#there u have it #my weirdest headcanon lol #just wanted to share #throne of glass series #rowaelin #fleetfoot #tog headcanon

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throneofspicybooks · 5 months

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✨Masterlist✨

Currently writing for all SJM series + Fourth Wing

ACOTAR

Azriel

NSFW Alphabet - Smut

What Did You Dream About? - Smut

Nesta

Night In - Fluff

Nessian

Will Anyone Notice? - Smut

THRONE OF GLASS

Coming soon

CRESCENT CITY

Ruhn

Not Sharing - Smut

Favourite Flavour - Smut

Fourth Wing

Xaden

Throne - Smut

#acotar #crescent city #throne of glass #sarah j maas #fanfic #smut #fluff #acotar headcanon #tog headcanon

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harperbrynne · 1 year

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Imagine Manon showing up in Prythian saying: Where is he? Where is Dorian?

Meanwhile:

#sjm multiverse #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #rhysand #ruhn danaan #acotar headcanon #tog headcanon #crescent city headcannon #acotar thoughts #crescent city thoughts #throne of glass series #acotar series #crescent city series

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bellasbookboyfriends · 1 year

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Hope Elide Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard

Heir to the Wastes, Manorian First-Born (of 4)

Manon art foundation by @madschofield

~ Yes, Elide did cry for the first solid year of Hope’s existence, and at every single reminder since of her middle namesake.

Abilities

~ She has more Crochan blood than Ironteeth blood. She doesn’t have retractable iron teeth or nails. However, she can perform some Crochan magic like healing and glamours. She’s adept at flying and has her own deep purple wyvern named Lady (one-shot of how that name came to fruition soon).

~ She has shielding capabilities from Dorian and a basic ability to modify elements (air, water, fire, etc.) from that kernel of raw power passed down to all of his children.

Personality & Headcanons

~ Apart from her eye color, she’s her mother’s mini-me and reveres Manon.

~ “Mommy says I can be warm and not fuzzy.” Manon teaches her to be caring and assertive in the ways that feel most natural to her.

~ When Lord Westfall (Chaol’s father) came to Rifthold and convened with her father on some matters, “Mommy says I don’t owe scary men politeness, so they should earn my respect instead. Can you tell me some of your accomplishments?” Dorian’s howl could be heard all the way back to Anielle. Bizarrely, Chaol brought her a stunning set of bracelets next time he visited.

~ Dorian used to read to her as a little girl for hours at a clip, mostly fantasy books, and she was mesmerized. She was hooked on every word and couldn’t seem to fathom the fantastical creatures he described, despite the fact that she lived among so many. Was one herself really. Dorian never deterred her fascination, though. Likely because he was rather attached to the perpetual awe in her expression as she listened to him.

~ At five years old, she scared the shit out of Lorcan (who has barely since recovered) when he visited with Elide and ate the last of their pear tarts from Nesryn’s family bakery. She chased him around with Wind-Cleaver, proclaiming “off with his head” and laughing maniacally. Following this atrocity, both Manon and Aelin granted her official superiority over all other children.

#queen manon #manon x dorian #baby manorian #manorian #dorian x manon #dorian havilliard #tog fanart #tog #throne of glass #tog headcanon #sjm fandom #witchling #manorian angst #manorian fluff #crochan witches #manon crochan #manorian headcanon #Hope Havilliard

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shallyne · 1 year

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Rowaelin child Headcanon

Rowaelin baby: Mommy, can you tell me story?

Aelin: Of course, I have the perfect one for you

Rowaelin baby: really?

Aelin: It's about a brave female who is known as the Cursebreaker

Nyx Headcanon

#throne of glass #tog #rowaelin #Rowaelin child #aelin fireheart #aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver galathynius #tog headcanon

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the-messenger-hawk · 5 months

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do u have any fav wangnan headcanons?

I have...a number.

-This is probably the one I keep going back to.

Wangnan always struck me as a guy who has done lots of odd jobs over his being stranded on the 20th floor (with his age and how harshly being stuck impacted his mood, I wouldn't be surprised if he's been trapped there for a literal century or two). His speech to Nia in his room definitely came from experience.

He also has zero pride at this point, going by how he basically whored himself out to Viole the moment he realized the man could help him pass the test (including calling him master), so I actually believe that he's taken jobs/monetary opportunities that range from humiliating to actually illegal. (Wangnan has absolutely committed the Regular equivalent of insurance fraud, and faked his death(easy for him) at least once to dodge debt collectors for instance.)

#tower of god #ja wangnan #tog headcanon

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tommy-evan · 1 year

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random yusuf al kaysani headcanon of the morning

he loves howl’s moving castle

he loves anything by hayao miyazaki films, but that one especially

and on days where he just wants to let the world take him in, when all he wants is music and a cup of tea, and nicky sleeping on his lap he would listen to joe hisaishi

so when nile becomes part of their family, and he sees her curled up just watching totoro on netflix, he joins her quietly and just watch with her

and when it was her turn to join him, she’d find that he doesn’t use subtitles

then on days when yusuf needs cheering up, nile and nicky would work together to recreate a dish from one of the films, and e’d talk about it for days

nicky gets really good at making onigiri because of it, especially since it becomes one of andy’s fave

and when they reunite with booker again, nile sees that booker gives him sakuma drops, and he’s so happy about it, and shakes it with nile

it becomes one of her favourites and when she finally gets to japan, she gets so much of it, much to andy’s delight

#the old guard #yusuf al kaysani #usernati #tog headcanon #L writes things

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searchingcassiopeia · 1 year

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I love the idea that despite their healing the tog team still get aches and pain after battle. Sore muscles, phantom pain from wounds, hell maybe they pulled a muscle in their leg and its still throbbing for an hour after even though its totally healed. Dying is exhausting.

Booker has a stash of painkillers - some otc level but most are high end off market opioids because he can take them with alcohol and it makes him totally numb without the after effects of him dying of liver failure. Joe and Nicky regularly go to couples massages not just because its romantic but because the muscles in their backs and shoulders from swinging heavy swords get tight. Andy and Nile get pedicures and have spa days to relax and they find they have a shared passion for Yoga - Andy having learnt it in Northern India some time around the Maurya Empire and Nile has the more modern Americanised teaching so they enjoy comparing the differences in the ancient style versus the new age.

#tog #the old guard #tog headcanon #andromache of scythia #sebastion le livre #booker #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #joe x nicky #nile freeman

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ladybookstan · 2 years

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I couldn't help myself and made a Wikipedia about Asterin, Manorian's daughter.

Asterin B. C. Havilliard

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Full Name: Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard

A.K.A: Little Witchling (by her parents)

Titles: • Crown Princess of Adarlan

• Heir of the Witch Kingdom

• Raw Magic Bringer

Age: 15

Species: Half human - half witch (half Ironteeth, half Crochan)

Ethnic Origin: Adarlan - Witch Kingdom

KNOWN RELATIVES

Father: King Dorian Crochan Havilliard II

Mother: Queen Manon Blackbeak Havilliard Crochan

Grandparents: • Tristan Crochan † - Lothian Blackbeak †

• Dorian Havilliard I † - Georgina Havilliard

Notable Ancestors: • Rhiannon Crochan †

• Gavin Havilliard †

• Elena Galathynius †

• Brannon Galathynius †

• Blackbeak Matron †

Other Relatives: • Asterin Blackbeak † (cousin)

• Edda Blackbeak † (distant cousin)

• Briar Blackbeak † (distant cousin)

• Roland Havilliard † (cousin)

• Aelin Galathynius (distant relative)

• Rhiannon Crochan II † (aunt)

• Bronwen Crochan (cousin)

• Glennis Crochan (Great-great-grandmother)

• Elide and Lorcan Lochan (godmother and uncle)

• Chaol and Yrene Westfall (godfather and aunt)

• Josefin Westfall (best friend)

Family: House Crochan - House Havilliard

Status: Alive

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Gender: Female

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Gold

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Manorian's Daughter

Manorian's Daughter with The Thirteen

Dorian and Asterin (His Daughter)

Manon and Asterin (Her Daughter)

#asterin blackbeak crochan havilliard #manorian #dorian and manon #manon x dorian #manon blackbeak #manon crochan #dorian havilliard #throne of glass series #tog headcanon

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highladyofterrasen7 · 3 months

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Someone call Yrene

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non-un-topo · 11 months

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Thinking about the sniper duo

#tog #the old guard #siggy draws #quynh #nicolo di genova #the old gays #genuinely they're all i can think about this week #what are they running from / shooting at?? idk they probably fucked up sdfghfds #the headcanon is: when you put these two together they have a lot of fun but they're a DISASTER.#here's a story: some rich man saw quynh and immediately decided she was going to be his wife #and ofc quynh had issues with this and wanted to smack the shit out of this guy right away.#which she did. which escalated into a duel of sorts. nicolo is just there on the side like 'oh shit'.#either quynh was in disguise or she was forced to wear the dress. either way she is Not happy about it.#cue little brother who can lift his own weight and sprint to the rescue #maybe i should make this into a fic omg #can you fucking tell i started this by listening to anime osts ended it with disney songs

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queentala · 8 months

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Fenrys bedroom headcanons

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Oh gods I finally wrote something!!!! 🥳 Ugh, it feels so good. You can see the variety of my emotions while writing those headcanons, going from poetic, through obsessed, to being absolutely done, and then to feeling cute. And also great shout out to @juulle987 that gave me some ideas, kept me motivated and entertained today. This post is dedicated to you, baby ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Words: slightly over 3k

Warnings: no spoilers wanted so just be aware of a lot of nsfw content

Even though the smart mouth, charming smile, effortless way of being, or simply the pretty face, might cause various spicy inklings and rumors about the White Wolf's abilities in bedroom, (which, pretty much always are at least partially accurate), there is a lot more than just youngish yearning and playfulness underneath his skin. After all, many might know that the beautiful warrior had his persistent spot in Queen Maeve's bed, only few, however, that he did not cherish this "privilege", as she called it.

There is just… so much darkness in Fenrys' soul, that it is impossible to save any aspect of his life from the pain it brings, especially when the said aspect is directly connected to the source of his trauma.

So no, Fenrys is not the always horny and kinky sex god we make him out to be.

Okay he is.

But at least not at the beginning, or even the halfway of the long journey of trying to overcome the demons that haunt him.

It's going to take a while for him to open up. To trust you.

Now, most of sa victims are not fond of touch, which is understandable as it triggers the bad memories. But I do think Fenrys would very much need and crave physical contact with his mate/beloved. Especially the soft and comforting type, the one that resumes him that he is loved and sets his skin on fire at the same time.

It's just that with Maeve he didn't get to experience the featherlike softness which every lover's fingers should have, nor the addicting feeling of trying to grasp as much of each other as possible. And when he finally does, it's like a painkiller for his soul.

Believe me when I say that Fenrys cannot get enough of your hands in his hair, chests pressed against each other, legs tangled under the sheets… It's not the verbal yes that he gives you when you take off his shirt, but the way he's pressing his cheek into your palm as you caress his face that keeps you going. He's not good with words. How could he when there's a lump in his throat as emotion overtake his ability to make a sound? So instead he lets his body speak.

At first the sex is soft and intense, full of small gasps, long kisses and sweet words whispered against each other's skin. It's more about just being close to each other than the actual pleasure; the beautiful feeling of getting lost in each other, feeling of security sugared with the bliss caused and boosted by every stroke against the most intimate parts belonging only to the two of you.

Holding hands also appears to be an important deal for Fenrys; a physical visualization of the trust and safety he feels while in your presence. It definitely adds intimacy, which he very much craves, to the moment and overall is a really sweet gesture that just naturally feels right.

He always finds a way to connect your palms, no matter the position he has you in, and not even once it failed to work as the motion always turns out sweet, sexy or goofy and either way it's just amazing.

And even decades into your relationship, when his trauma is just a blurry memory appearing in his nightmares from time to time, holding hands is as important as it was at the beginning of your shared journey.

Another form of intimacy that Fenrys adores, is morning, cuddly sex. Or in general just cuddly, sleepy sex as we know this guy likes to take a nap during the day.

It's slow and sloppy, with eyes still closed and face buried in each other's chest or neck, warm covers enveloping and keeping you safe in the small bubble of just you two, free from all the worries of the day.

It is such a wholesome moment that lets you be close even in the most vulnerable state, plus the atmosphere is so sweet and cozy… Oh and I just know that Fenrys gets all sensitive then, too lost in the feeling to even care and keep the veneer of having some control over his body.

He. Is. Such. A. Moaner.

Fenrys is vocal, never even trying to muffle the sounds YOU'RE pulling out of him. It feels so divine, so why would he keep it to himself?

At first it's low grunts and hisses, slipping out of his mouth mindlessly as you clutch him so tightly and good, slowly turning into moans, each louder than the previous one, more desperate, as he's nearing his release. The sweet noises falling right into your ear, broken from time to time by a curse when the pleasure gets overwhelming.

Now keep in mind that all this happens when he's the one on top, so when he's trying to keep himself together.

I don't think Fenrys would be into the dom/sub dynamics due to his trauma; neither being at someone's mercy nor having someone absolutely helpless underneath really appeals to him. However, the top/bottom thing absolutely does appear in your bedroom.

Being under Maeve's command for a century, it's rather reasonable that Fenrys would like to be a top and have control over the situation. (I even had a discussion with someone about this on my blog if you'd like to read more into it.) So while neither of you have more or less power over the other during sex, most of the time it's Fenrys that initiate, choose and control things.

However, I'm a firm believer that Fenrys is a switch.

So with the right person and after the right amount of time, he would give up the control without any worries. And that's when you meet his absolutely new side.

Like I already hinted, Fenrys gets sensitive and it doesn't take much for him to fall apart. Whether you're riding him, or working your hand or mouth along his length, his moans always somehow get louder and more desperate.

And oh boy, try to edge him a little bit, and you get two outcomes.

One: you just turned on his playful mode and now he's going to pay you back with twice as much.

Two: he's falling into total submission and gets all whiny, begging you to let him cum because your hand on him feels so good and he can't take it anymore, but you keep teasing him, telling him that only good puppies get to cum and I'm jqhwjhwj 🥴😩

But anyway, back to playful Fenrys.

Of course having so many bad memories with sex, he tries his best to make it as pleasurable and comfortable experience as possible, both for you and him.

And you know Fenrys, always with mischief in his eye and snarky comments ready for any occasion… I'm afraid his attitude in the bedroom doesn't differ too much.

He is definitely the type of person to crack the most random joke in the middle of the fun, or stop and collapse into giggles at the weird sound either of you made or when the new position doesn't work quite like it should.

Do I even have to mention all the dirty jokes he'd come up with? And you know it's not only you that hears them but the whole court. I swear everybody is so effin fed up with them yet it seems like Fenrys, the unbothered king of annoying his decayed ex comrades, comes up with a new joke every time he cums.

(which is a lot cause the boy's sensitive as fuck but about that later)

He calls you his muse at this point as you're the reason behind most of them.

And if you can imagine Fenrys being playful during sex, then imagine what happens before. Because half of the time it's the tickling sessions that get you into the bedroom, starting as harmless fun and ending up with clothes scattered on the floor and sheets that definitely need to be changed after you're done.

However I would be surprised hadn't it worked the other way around as well, as if you don't see lighthearted sex with Fenrys turning into a tickling fight then you clearly don't know him.

Since we're talking about getting started… Fenrys loves you and sex with you, and ya know, you're not just some lover but his beloved, a person truly dear to him. So most of the time he'd want to do everything properly. That's why I dare say he is the king of foreplay.

Fenrys knows perfectly how to get you into the mood, whether it be more giggly or sexy. He knows all your sensitive places, knows where to kiss and where to bite, what turns you on.

Of course he enjoys quickies as well, every moment with (in) you is priceless. But why would he narrow himself to doing the bare minimum before entering you when he could have you squirting and begging for his cock?

I already said it in my previous headcanons, and Fenrys said it himself; his tongue is his best feature. So who am I to argue with him?

This man. Is so fucking amazing at oral, that there's no enough words in the world to describe it.

He just loves eating you out; love your taste, love the way you're arching and love the sound of your moans. He can spend hours, (and I really do believe I'm not overreacting), slowly drawing his tongue up and down your entrance, eyes closed in pleasure at the way your arousal feels on his lips.

He absolutely outdoes himself in those moments, making sure no inch of yours is left without his attention. Kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, palms exploring the well known shape of your hips and waist as he fucks you little cunt; switching between your hole and clit, treating one with his lips while his fingers take care of the other.

Start pulling at his hair and it only keeps him going.

Just the sight of you falling apart under his touch is enough to leave him hard and ready. (Although, am I the only one that thinks he could cum by just eating you out…? He defo could, couldn't he?)

And just as much as he loves giving, he loves receiving. I already said that Fenrys gets whiny and sensitive when you're on your knees. He'd definitely fist your hair and watch in awe with mouth slightly open how you take his length, too hipnotised by the sight to be aware of the way his body reacts or the sounds slipping from between his lips.

He can hold himself for a pretty long time, but I do believe he wouldn't have any problems with cumming within minutes, especially when you're the one working on him.

Fenrys might not be the horniest person at the beginning. Like I already said, demons of the past do take a toll on him. But as the years pass by, and with your love that makes him stronger with each day, I think I can say this guy is very much able to find any excuse to have sex.

Whether it be a few minutes break before one meeting and another, an especially colder day, or just a very beautiful night, Fenrys can and will try to get you to bed as often as possible.

Oh and I bet he wakes up with a boner almost every morning. Don't ask me why because I don't know, it's just a feeling that he does. What I know, though, is that there's no way he'd handle it himself when you're laying by his side 😏.

There are three ways to solve this and he's not going to complain either way.

Feeling comfortable, Fenrys is the first one to experiment and try new things. As long as it doesn't harm either of you, and doesn't trigger any bad memories, he's down for whatever you propose.

After all, sex is all about fun and pleasure, so why not find as many ways to do so as possible?

Actually the only things that he is strongly against would be degrading and bondage, besides that he's willing to give everything else a try.

Those that read my previous headcanons will most likely recall the fabulous white, fluffy tail plug and wolf/dog ears to match.

And as much as I consider my previous hcs a disaster, this is something I stand my ground on. What's more, I do believe Fenrys would be absolutely and thoroughly into roleplays and dressing ups. AND I DARE YOU TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. You can't.

It's sexy and goofy at the same time, and given that these two adjectives are literally Fenrys' life motto…

He'd love to have you in doggy as you wear the plug, or even more, pressed against the kitchen counter as you decided to wear it (only it) while making him breakfast. Or when you ride him wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit, bouncing on his cock with tits falling out of the tight unbuttoned shirt, tied under your breast. Would he chase you with a lasso through the house before that? You already know the answer.

And do I even have to mention Fenrys in the play boy or maid costume?

This man is such a teaser. It goes all the way from leaving small kisses and little touches all over your body for the whole day, to purposely slowing down the peace of his thrusts.

He'd also strip for you. Painfully slowly taking off each piece of clothing as you watch him with lips watering (I'm talking about both types 👀). And had you shown any type of impatience, he would turn it against you and call you desperate for him, as if he's not taking so long for this exact purpose.

But when Fenrys finally does crawl his naked frame over you, he makes sure to make all this waiting worth it. He worships you like no one else ever could, touching and kissing every inch of skin he can find, devouring the sight below him with eyes blown with desire, words of admiration slipping out of his mouth like sparks out of bonfire.

Words might not hold such powerful meaning as actions, but it doesn't make them any less important for Fenrys. Not only does he use every chance he gets to compliment you, more than once not even realizing it, smothering you with praises and pet names whether it be in lovesick awe or overwhelmed with pleasure, but craves to hear those sweet words fall from your mouth directed to him.

He seeks your attention and admiration like a puppy, melting in your palms as you pamper him with love.

My man is not big on sharing. Even though I'd love to believe that he agrees to bring another person to your bedroom from time to time, especially a man as I whole believe that he is bisexual, I think it would be rather a rarity. Well, he's not interested in other women when you're the only one he needs and wants, and also it would take a lot of time and reassurance for him to share you with another man. But once you talk it through… Dorian would be more than willing, that's for sure.

Oh, I had some trouble deciding whether he is a boobs or ass guy, and Julle solved within seconds saying that he's both. And yeah, I do see that.

Fenrys would love sleeping with his face in your breasts, or play with them as you're laying in bed with a book, not paying attention to him so he has to entertain himself. And he loves sucking at your titties, trying to get you to orgasm just by that.

But at the same time he would waste no opportunity to slap your butt as he walks past or fucking you from behind. Nor would he complain as you sit on his face with full weight.

Ah and how could I forget? What's a better way to worship your pussy than filling it with cum? Watching his cock slide out white from how full of him you are, seeing his seed leak out and drip down your thighs?

You know he's trying to put as many puppies in you as he can.

And as a cherry on top I can offer you naked domestic Fenrys. It is a good thing that he's comfortable, of course it is, however, once he does, he doesn't differ much from a toddler. Run after him with pants all you want, he's not going to put them on, parading through the whole house in all the glory.

But honestly? Is it so bad? I mean, people pay big money for less effective views, so I wouldn't complain and feast my eyes all I can.

In this long as toilet paper essay, we came to the conclusion that sex with Fenrys can be sexy, funny, intense, loving and hundreds of other kinds. But what is one thing that they all have in common? ✨ Aftercare ✨ (you can see I'm losing my shit here? Sorry, I'm just tired, maybe I'll rewrite this part tomorrow)

After the fun is over, no matter how long or hard it was, Fenrys will always make sure you're okay before doing anything else. It is his priority to help you come down after your high, asking if you need anything whether it be water, a helpful hand in getting cleaned, a bath or simply snuggles.

And though he'd never expect from you anything you cannot give, it makes his heart flutter when you do the same thing for him. So maybe ask if he's okay, or play with his hair as he's falling asleep, whispering praises against his forehead, and it would definitely make him happier.

Fenrys is an amazing lover, thoughtful and passionate, open minded and big on boundaries. He can offer you the whole world and crawl out of his skin to bring you pleasure, and still stop without a second thought when you say no. And he does expect the same thing from you.

Because at the end of the day, consent is the sexiest thing you can give him.

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys #throne of glass #tog headcanons #tog imagines #tog smut #tog #throne of glass imagines

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