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"there are no gods left to watch, i'm afraid. and there are no gods left to help you now, aelin galathynius." aelin smiled and goldryn burned brighter."I AM A GOD."
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bridgerton au : i'm doing it.
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gonna be honest, i'm spending my day rotting with my tog reread.
#hoards all of my drafts like a DRAGON#i swear i'm not abandoning again#just a long week at my stupid work has left me in the mood to rot and read#x
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one day more til days off, send help.
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Scarlett Leithold
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“You’ve worn a mask for so long that you’ve forgotten who you were beneath it.”
— fabuliz (via wordsnquotes)
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YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG and CIRI OF CINTRA
THE WITCHER — 3x01: “Shaerrawedd” (2023)
#iv. lysandra ashryver. » nothing but wild beasts wearing human skin. «#the most lysandra and aelin#not my face but SAME energy
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i know exactly who and what you are, VIOLET SORRENGAIL.
an independent roleplay blog as written by charlie. est. 2024. previously at starsrattle. selective & private. ( psd )
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me, working, chilling, vibing, unsuspecting
@constellatons hey i know you're having a chill day but here's a fuckton of feelings about our lil fae besties
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#i. about. » she was fire and light; and ash and embers. «#i make no apologies for my fire breathing bitch queen
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@wickedpeachie asked : 'i'd let you hurt me over and over again. anything to have you close to me.' from rowan.
OF ALL THE THINGS MAEVE HAS TAKEN FROM HER, none quite compares to this. Night’s long since fallen, and their companions are long since asleep, but she doesn’t quite dare close her eyes – refuses to let the darkness back, because with the darkness comes the reminder of the darkness she’s been locked in for months, threatens the suffocating reminder of iron on features she’d once prided herself on, once preened over, now don’t quite feel like hers with every single part of her replaced, remade. Scars long since made and stolen, even the markings of her mate smoothed over by skin that isn’t her own anymore, this body so weak and tired.
And even that doesn’t compare to the fact she’s not ready for her mate, her husband, to touch her.
Distance lingers between them now, and it wouldn’t be much to reach her hand for his – to feel that warm, to entwine her fingers against his the way they used to when they’d sleep. She sees it in his gaze now, the longing to hold her close, to fix what they broke, to give back what they took. He sees beneath the mask the way he’d seen beneath Celaena’s so long ago now, finds a FIREHEART with flame barely flickering, ashes that quell all those years of strength that hadn’t faltered until the moment she thought he wasn’t coming for her.
But he did, Aelin reminds herself. He came. He found you. He’s here. He’s real.
Still, she’s too scared to close her eyes, and she’s too scared to touch her husband.
Ashryver hues flicker now to find pine-green, and expression softens now, breath fillings her lungs in a reminder that she’d barely moved for moments. His scent, his eyes, they remind her of home – and it’s enough to bring her out of her own thoughts for just a moment, her voice so quiet that only he can hear as she speaks, words she can only trust him to hear.
“There’s nothing I want more than to be close to you right now.”
Too long – he’s been too far for too long.
And her body has felt nothing but pain – for too long.
A moment passes, and she considers what it would be like to bury into his arms, to let herself come home and be held. But she’s not ready for that, not just yet ; so she settles, takes a deep breath, and braces herself for just the smallest of touches – and reaches for his hand, shattering the distance between them.
Fingertip brushes his, grazing warm flesh.
He's real.
#wickedpeachie#v. canon oo4. » she bowed for no one and nothing. «#have some koa angst#as promised#ii. asks. » aelin was no savior to rally behind but a cataclysm to be weathered. «
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/ @constellatons
yasha praising beau for pissing off lucien
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@constellatons asked : “how do i trust you now?”
ASHRYVER HUES LOCK ON PIERCING HAZEL ; and for a moment, take in those features she’s come to memorise from moments caught idly surveying her – from the nights those features had spent between her thighs, tongue lashing her until she’d cried his name out so loudly it was a shock the noise complaints hadn’t flooded in by the day. They’ve both been blind until now, ignored obvious scars and markings on flesh marred by their own hands, pushed aside every warning sign that though their interests align, they might not have the same endgame at the end of it all.
They’re both carved for blood – she just hadn’t expected their targets to be the other.
“You trusted me before?”
Arched brow raises, and the way she watches him is with an almost idle amusement, identical expression to the mirth behind his expression. Arrogance that swaggers every step she takes, the two of them circling the other – her own blade strapped to her thigh, and she doesn’t need to let her eyes roam too far to tell he’s covered in his own beneath those dark fabrics. Movements evenly matched, and she knows if she so much as flinches too fast, he’ll be there to stop her own movements.
A shrug raises her shoulder now, and Aelin tosses blonde braid over her shoulder, stepping closer now – closing the distance between them to let her lips brush his ear, thigh brushing between his to let him feel the blade where it straps to the leather hugging curves he knows too well by now.
“We both know of all the things you feel for me, trust has never been one of them, Azriel.”
#constellatons#v. crescent city au. » death was her curse and her gift. «#i mean#you asked for this#ii. asks. » aelin was no savior to rally behind but a cataclysm to be weathered. «
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“I hesitated. Because for one stupid moment, I was worried I couldn’t revive her”.
#i. about. » and death had been her good friend these long years. «#aNSELANSELANSELANSEL#literally assassin's blade canon#v. canon oo2. » ardalan's most feared assassin. «
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@wandyrlust asked : ’is this what you wanted?’ // hmmm chaol. idk how you feel about him but i realized i should probs throw some of my tog muses at you since i'm blitzing through the series rn lmao
It’s enough to prompt a lazy grin, one he should firmly recognise, one he’s seen many times before ; one he saw for the first day on the face of a girl long lost in darkness, beneath filth and grime only a year in salt mines of hell could offer, one that promises whatever depth of emotion beneath is one he won’t reach.
One that reminds him the girl he used to know, used to love, is not quite here anymore – replaced by something she’s always been beneath, but never properly shown him. Their time together long passed and though she remembers it well, has forgiven him the hurt and anger, can see something not dissimilar to distrust when he watches her. Enough to flare her own guard now, Aelin hiding beneath Celaena’s mask, every wall and guard built back after the time he’d spent to tear them down. He doesn’t know her, he’s made that clear, doesn’t trust her, and she can’t quite blame him – but can’t find it in her to back down and let him back in.
Because if she does, if he rejects her still ( him, who had made her smile when she hadn’t quite remembered how, him, who had opened a long since broken hear to heal ), she’s not quite sure how she might handle that.
“When was the last time what I wanted mattered?”
That smirk lingers now, fingertips brushing back once blonde hair, temporarily copper, shorter than he remembers. There’s no bite to her words, empty of all but apathy – let him hate the mask, don’t let him beneath.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
#wandyrlust#v. canon oo4. » she bowed for no one and nothing. «#qos chaol and aelin breaks my heart okay#ii. asks. » aelin was no savior to rally behind but a cataclysm to be weathered. «
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runs in and kissies and runs back out :3
drags back in for more kissies and snuggles bc a bitch is MISSED.
#weeps#i miss and love#stareternals#ii. asks. » aelin was no savior to rally behind but a cataclysm to be weathered. «
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*gently offers all the love* you are an incredible human being & I know you don’t always feel that way but you are one of the most kindest people I know. You are incredibly talented too. Your writing has always blown me away. Your love for your muses has always left me in awe. You are an amazing friend and I am so lucky to have you in my life. Keep being you 💖
i just realised i still had this in my inbox, but - this made me smile so much to reread. thank you, my lovely. i'm glad we reconnected. x and please know you are equally as precious.
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#i. about. » and death had been her good friend these long years. «#the buffy / aelin parallels literally kill me
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