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nessiancalore · 4 years

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Manorian one-shot.

A whistle was all it took to get Abraxos's attention, the most sweet wyvern he has seen.It's really weird to think he's Manon's.

Dorian doesn't get too close at first though.Not because he's scared but because he's finally paying attention in the spikes and ironteeth that the wyvern has.

— Of course she did it.., you look exactly like your owner, did you knew that?

Those big black eyes look at him and Abraxos puts his body and head up, bragging.

— Yeah, you should be proud.., Dorian says with a smile.

He gets closer while the wyvern puts his head down.

— Do you want me to pet you?, and a sniff is all It takes.

— You're worst then fleefoot, how can that be?

The king sits in front of the beautiful beast as he lays his head on the ground.

— I have to confess something, and I'm only gonna do it because we are alone and I know you'll keep the secret...Right?

The sniff came as an answer.

— I'm really happy that Manon has you to protect her.She still doesn't let me do it a lot.. but with you is not like that...So thank you...She means a lot to me and it's good to know she has a brave, flower lover wyvern at her side.

Abraxos "nose" touches Dorian's fourhead as like saying "Thank you".

He gets up and the wyvern's left wing pushes the king to go on top of him.

— Oh no little friend, I don't know how to lead you..

He gives him a look that says "coward".

When Dorian is about to give him a cleaver answer the beast senses somebody coming and the king turns around to see those golden eyes, already frowning at him.

— What's going on?

Manon was listening but of course she "doesn't care"

— I was talking to my new best friend, right "Braxie" ?

— Don't ever call him that again.

— Let HIM decided, did you liked love?

An agreement sniff as he gets closer to the man.

— You traitor worm!, Dorian laugh doesn't help with the frowning.

— What's that?

She has a black bag on her right hand, a big one.

— I brought dinner for this traitor, but since he's your beloved bestie, you give to him.

And she passes the bag for him.Is hard no to vomit at the death dear on it.

— What? Can't randle blood, princeling?

— No, I can't.Please take it back.

— Such a babe.

She starts feeding the bastard traitor and for a while they keep it quiet, but the king doesn't leave.He just watch as she smiles at the animal grabbing when she throws a leg at the air.

When they are done she cleans her hands with the water Dorian didn't notice she brought.

— I was actually going for a ride..

— ..Can I gi with you witchiling? Braxie ask me to do it before you got here but I don't know how exactly so..Could you teach me?

The witch seemed to debate before nodding and point for him to get on top of the wyvern.

As she positioned behind him, he can feel her breathing close.And when she puts her hands on his, and around him, it's like...it fits.

— Here is where you lead him, don't hold too tight, he doesn't like that,just point to left or right and he'll go, she puts his hands in both sides of the wyvern's neck.

— What about speed?, it's very hard to breathe with her closeness.

— Hold it a little stronger when you can't talk but prefer speaking.

— Ok.

— Hold your legs tight around him, otherwise you'll fall since I'm not leading, alright?

— Alright.

— Give him the command then.

Now she wrappes her hands around him.

— Don't enjoy too much of yourself witchiling

Her laugh hits his back, because Manon's head it's leaning there.

— Abraxos, fly.

*I suggest putting Lost it to trying by Son lux (the paper town movie version) to play*

They go slow at first but then steady fast, never too much...Until Manon has an ideia.

— Do you trust me princeling?, Leading her mouth in his ear, because of the wind,of course.

— Yes.

— Then close your eyes.

And he does.

He feels her hands replacing his on the lead and they fly faster.

The wyvern passed inside a really dark place, he can notice by the lack of light, and then they go up.

It takes a few minutes to his skin get used to a weird cold, and he has no idea where they are.

They go steady straight again, slower.

— Ok princeling - grabbing on top of both of his hands, intertwining their fingers - When I count to three, you open your eyes okay?

He nods.

— One, she tights stronger.

— Two, he can feel her heart beating because of the closeness.

— Three.

It's white, and it's beautiful.

The most beautiful place he has ever seen.

The clouds.

He's breathless, not just be excitement but also, because there's poor air in here.

— We can't stay longer but - she's also breathless- I thought you would like it here.

— It's... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen....I love white and...

His smile, even if she can see only part of it, makes her feels things she never has before.

Dorian seemed to always have that effect on her.

— Remember the trust me part?

— Yeah?, there's more?

— Really do it right now.

And she opens his arms as they fly fast again.When she is sure he's okay the witch holds his waist.

Dorian is in heaven.

Everything is white and peaceful, the joy is his chest make his eyes water, even when they are against the wind.

In here he's not locked inside himself, his not with a kingdom to rule or a heavy crown.

He's free, and laughing like a fool and he feels her giggling too.

Her...he always feel that way around her.

Alive and...happy.

— Unfortunally we have to go down now.

— ...Okay...

— You'll come here again, don't worry.

— Thank you.

— Thank me later, right on top of his ears.

Before he can give her a noddy answer she puts her hands on Abraxos again and lead them back to the ground.

As they got there, he's still breathless, and trembling, it's like this joy will never leave him.

They both leave the wyvern.

— So..about that thanking...

He kisses her before she can finish the sentence, grabbing her face with both of his shivering hands.

— Promise me this will be our first flight of many, many others..

Their fourheads are touching and Manon can see a tear coming from his closed eyes.

— I promise.

I really hope you liked ♡。

#manon blackbeak #manorian #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #heir of fire #empire of storms #queen of shadows #tog #manon x dorian

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palushiemalis-fr · 9 months

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Abraxos awoke with a throat tickle; his neck lunged out from the tight curl he had been sleeping in and hacked out a cough. He groaned, it was a fever. He knew he had felt ill the past week or so but had been ignoring it in favour of creating additional imbued sulphur for the clan's supplies. He shook out his sweaty mane and rolled onto his back with a huff. "Steady on!" A small voice squeaked. Abraxos looked down at his sternum. A Veilspun was clinging on to him, tiny claws dug into his scales. He was a tiny thing, all green and fluttery. His long mane braided back from his head. "Oh, err, apologies..." Abraxos managed hoarsely, too weary to question what he was doing in his chambers, "... who are you again?" "Soroush." The Veilspun gave a little bow, before padding up to his neck, "I am the clan nurse. I was informed you weren't the sociable type when I did my rounds of check ups when I first arrived. Nevertheless, Lassuarium sent me--" "Of course she did..." He muttered. "Don't interrupt. She sent me because she was alerted to the fact you were ailing." Soroush, pressed an upturned ear to his throat, presumably to check his pulse and temperature. "She never minds her own business." He grunted. "It is the lair's business when you insist on coughing and wheezing all night and waking up Marmaroth's little ones!" He snapped, "You have Alchemist's Pox. You must be kept warm and supplied hot peppermint tea." "I see." he said, raising an eyebrow, "That was a quick assessment--" "Are you doubting my qualifications? Because I'll have none of that." Soroush snapped, before drawing himself back up on his hind legs to glare at him eye to eye, "As I was saying, you're to rest and not leave this chamber. I'll see to it that it is well ventilated and remove the dust covering everything as it is no doubt exacerbating your condition." The idea of this tiny nuisance cleaning, and no doubt rearranging and changing the calibration, of his laboratory was a pox in itself. He had dwelled in the Wyrmwound as a hatchling, a pox couldn't hurt him. And, he thought, his chamber wasn't dirty, it was attuned to his exact liking! Dust couldn't do any harm to his tough lungs; it was just flecks and bits from his experiments. The truly toxic things were all kept in sealed jars and never opened for long. Besides... it was his room. His own chamber. No one bothered him usually, why care now? He was about to protest when he felt another wretched tickle in his throat, he coughed and growled as the pain seized in his chest. Soroush fluttered onto his antlers and peered in him in the eye and put his cheek to Abraxos' huge brow. "I'll send for some honey tincture..." His voice soothing, "You're a strong thing, but you need to sleep. From the look of this place and the sound of your phlegm, this has been a long time coming, hm? Please trust me, I shan't move anything out of place, you'll thank me in the long run." "...You promise?" "Promise. The dust in here is nasty stuff, I can smell it. Poor thing, you've been breathing it for so long you don't even notice it. I'll have it out in no time at all." "... Okay..." Abraxos sighed and laid his head down on his pillow, which Soroush took to plumping immediately. He felt the tiniest claw on his snout, petting him before he closed his eyes. He fell asleep to a small voice chanting a enchanted wind into the room; a warm but fresh breeze swirling around every nook and cranny. It tousled his mane and tail tuft, it cooled his throat and left him feeling adrift. As the wind caressed him, he soon fell deep asleep.

Soroush & Abraxos. Grumpy Boy meets Grumpy Nurse C:

adoptable by @squeeblestudio

#fr #flight rising #lore #soroush my beloved #abraxos my beloved

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witchling13 · 5 years

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The time has come!

I am posting Chapter 1 of Her Cadre below.

You can also find it on Ao3 here or search for my name live_manon.

I split it into three chapters because I’m forcing myself to stop editing it and just live and let live. Chapter 1 is primarily build-up because I got a little carried away with the storyline, but I think it makes the whole fic more enjoyable in the long run. Chapter 2 (and chapter 3 if I finish it) are exclusively sex and it gets very lemon. I will be posting those soon. Guys, when I typed the whole thing out on Word it’s over 36 pages long....and chapter 1 is the smallest part! *fans face

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Fenrys chuckled as he entered the main bed chamber of the suite and spied the largest bed he’d ever seen lining the back wall. The ridiculous amount of fanciful throw pillows and fluffy duvet cover had been removed and placed neatly on the adjacent decorative chairs.

As promised, there was ale and fairy wine with plates of fruits, meats, and cheeses on the three large ottomans in front of the oversized fireplace. A roaring fire crackled in the grate.

He examined the bed again. It was wide enough to sleep six grown men across.

If Rowan and Aelin had a similar one in their chambers, why the hell did they ever leave? In this weather, he’d bury himself in the mounds of covers and sleep or read all day— preferably not alone…with breaks for other pleasurable activities.

So this was the Stag Suite.

It was one of those palace secret compartments very few knew existed and even fewer knew how to access. Designed as a getaway chamber primarily for the King and Queen of Terrasan, the suite was at the top of the West Tower and outfitted with an excess of luxury comforts.

Rowan stood on the balcony overlooking the forest. There was eleven feet of snow on the ground not including the two feet of fresh powder that had fallen overnight. A big storm had moved in nearly two weeks ago, the remnants of which still feathering the countryside in a constant blanket of white. All of their latest attempts at regular travel and communication had proved futile.

Fenrys slid a hand along the soft white sheets of the bed. He was tired of playing chess and easily besting the Queen’s guard in competitive wrestling matches. And wandering around the castle in his wolf form. Although Aelin or Evangeline came to accompany him often. The little girl had taken a liking to exploring the castle while riding atop his wolf’s back.

The quiet feet of a female escort reached his side, inquiring if Fenrys wanted to begin with a massage. She smiled and he eyed her appreciatively. Her long gauzy tunic did little to hide her shapely figure and intricate undergarments underneath.

She was pretty. Very pretty.

Fenrys hauled his wool-lined tunic over his shoulders. The chamber was warm and he was tired and his limbs a bit frozen from scouting the countryside. He and Rowan had shifted and left the castle grounds during a brief respite of snowfall to check on nearby towns and villages.

He stretched his neck sideways. Infinite points of approval for Aelin’s idea of relaxation ”preparation.”

Of course, the few women in attendance had volunteered and would be paid well beyond what they charged for their services. Ever since they had returned from their latest visit to the Kaghan’s court on the Southern Continent, Aelin had discreetly removed the ban on escort services in Orynth. It was a trial, of sorts, to allow those who chose the profession willingly to make money under consensual circumstances but included strictly enforced laws on safety and fair treatment. The law also banned brothels or pleasure houses in hopes they wouldn’t pop up in the rebuilding city.

Fenrys wouldn’t be able to stomach it otherwise.

He shoved the thoughts away, declining the linen breeches she offered him, opting to lounge naked on a chair in front of the fire to sip on some ale and thaw himself.

Rowan returned to observing the sunset over the treeline, a cup of wine in one hand. He drank to ease his brooding.

The truth was, the whole inner court had become intimate—friends. Or at least, that’s what they told themselves.

Several years had passed since the war against Maeve and Erawan and Aelin’s blood-sworn cadre including Lysandra and Elide had become a devoted family. The demands on the inner court for decision making and coveted attention from nobility kept them consistently convening together in Orynth.

But the winters in Terrasen were long and hard. During bad weather, such as this godsforsaken blizzard, they were often confined to the castle grounds.

The result being they spent a lot of time together. It was easy to go a little stir crazy, the Fae in particular. But the pranks made that bearable.

Rowan tried to suppress his smile as he remembered last Mid-Winter’s Eve when Fenrys and Aedion had somehow dressed a piss drunk Lorcan in a tutu and tights and dumped his incoherent ass in a pile of hay in the royal stables.

He inhaled. But this.

This was a whole new level of “intimate.”

Why couldn’t it have stayed a simple game of strip poker.

He sighed in slight amusement remembering just how well that had played out last night. Drunken words, naked bodies, and playful touches. The males had become experts at dancing around the feelings and desires that pushed the boundaries of devotion to their queen.

Rowan looked towards the chamber entry way. Aelin had arrived, Lorcan, Elide, and Manon in tow. Followed by two lovely escorts in long sheer tunics and a servant bearing a small trunk, a few books, and a mysteriously sealed black box.

Rowan kissed her on the forehead, “how long are you planning to be here?”

“I thought I’d come prepared. You males may be comfortable walking around naked whenever it suits you, but I prefer my silky adornments to appease my inner goddess,” she batted her eyelashes, “don’t worry, I didn’t bring the gold one.”

He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

Truth was, he didn’t care what she wore. Nothing made him happier than Aelin’s pleasure after all she had sacrificed.

He drew her into his side and bent to murmur in her ear, “presumptuous of you to think you’ll have a chance to dress up at all…or that you get to decide when to put your clothes back on.”

It was like a weight dropped straight to her mound. A thrill of desire wound tight in her core from the anticipation that had been building since their group “discussion.” They’d come to an arrangement with a few stipulations and she’d be damned if she didn’t allow them to pleasure her and take their fill until the satisfaction drowned them all.

Manon had come from the Wastes for a trade agreement meeting over a week ago when the snow storm hit. She and Abraxos had the misfortune of being cooped up, drunk under the table, and even serenaded from this lot over their stay.

Fortunately, for Aelin, Manon’s “evolving friendship” with Elide had been enticing enough to prompt the witch to accompany her beloved friend tonight.

They’d all observed the two women’s suppressed attraction to each other over the past few years, even Lorcan, and wondered when on earth either one of them would get a clue and make a move. Not that Manon and Elide would want their other respective relationships to be affected long-term, it seemed. They just enjoyed each other’s company, and Lorcan thought there was little reason for them to hold back when they happened to be visiting and spending some quality time together.

Whatever made Elide happy made Lorcan very happy. There was no issue, only pleasure.

Elide was surprised with herself at how eager she was to come here with them both. She’d teased Lorcan as they shared breath amongst their pillows the night before, “I know you hold back with me sometimes so don’t think I won’t thoroughly enjoy seeing you come undone.” She meant his tendency to be dominant and make love to her until she was incoherent didn’t afford her as many opportunities to see him in such a state.

Aelin asked the servant to diffuse some jasmine and lavender oils in all the suite’s rooms for relaxation as she, procured a large piece of cheese and shoved it into her mouth.

Rowan chuckled as her cheeks bulged with the large bite.

“I didfnt havfe lunch.”

“Why not, my love?”

She swallowed. “I was too busy concocting lies about my inner court’s absence from meetings tonight to remember.”

Rowan drew her close and laid broad hands on her shoulders, kneading away some of the tension.

She sighed in contentment, continuing to stuff her mouth with food. Fenrys glanced up at her from the chair.

“I see you’re quite comfortable already.”

“My balls are quite toasty now, thanks for asking.” He smiled and reached up, undoubtedly asking for a chunk of cheese. She swatted his hand away.

“There’s a full platter right in front of your lazy ass.”

He chuckled and she reached a hand to run her fingers through his short hair.

“And what did I do to earn this petting?”

“Simply being my favorite Moonbeam.”

He smiled again, “I’m your only Moonbeam,” and winked up at her, “but I thank you, my Queen, lover of such fine things—like myself.”

Rowan hid his amusement.

“Unbutton me?”

She half turned to the male behind her, placing a hand on his chest before angling her head so he could claim a soft kiss.

“With pleasure.”

She let her gown slip to the floor in a heap and kissed him again in thanks before striding away to the bed, claiming a large piece of fruit on her way.

Fenrys watched her intently. Prancing around in her lacy undergarments in front of them all like it was the easiest thing in the world. He’d seen her naked many times before, but the more he watched her happiness grow as Queen, the less the horrific memories plagued him. Aelin was whole and healing now and being in her court had redeemed his own sense of comfort. Of home.

His mind drifted while he watched her stretch her torso and lean arms over her head. There were still parts of her he hadn’t seen. Her soft blond hair had concealed them at the time. The opening in her mound…the delicate lay of her folds that probably peaked out from the slit. He wondered if they were just a deeper shade of pink than the peaks of her breasts. His cock began to harden.

A hand interrupted his thoughts and he welcomed the escort’s skilled ministrations to his neck and shoulders. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his lap and a smile lit her eyes as she used deft thumbs to press along his neck muscles.

The sun had set fully now. The relaxing smells of lavender and jasmine, fragrant in the air, were accompanied by something else. Something that hinted at spice and stirred up desire.

Lorcan hadn’t even bothered with a hello before stripping bare and lying face down on the bed. His head was in Elide’s lap and she toyed with his jet black hair and points of his ears as a pretty escort rubbed hands along his oil soaked back.

Except for the crackle of the large fire, it was quiet, but the air was charged with anticipation and the scents of their arousal.

Aelin stopped at the side of the bed and dragged a lazy finger up the back of Lorcan’s massive hamstring until it halted below his ass. He growled low. “Lorcan dear, in our rush to get here, you didn’t say hello.”

He waited a moment. On his own time then.

“Hello.” He ground out into Elide’s trousers.

Aelin’s finger hovered, drawing small circles on his war-toned muscle.

“It’s nice to see you too grumpy face.”

Despite the tumultuous nature of their relationship, Lorcan had softened to Aelin while being in her court, and she to him. She imagined he was like that teenage older brother she’d never had as a child. Except he wasn’t. He was dark and menacing with a bravado and sultry eyes that mesmerized even her.

“You keep drawing circles like that and I’ll bite that finger off. And it will never grow back.”

It was Elide who suppressed a chuckle.

Aelin scowled. “I haven’t seen you for days and your literal first voluntary words to me are a threat to maim my royal hand.”

His hurumph was muffled, but he turned his head to look up at her as she moved to hover over his shoulder, “royal hand, royal pain in my ass,” he sighed. Then roamed her body with his eyes, narrowing on her undergarments.

“Those look expensive.” She saw the glint of desire in his expression and heard the unspoken words. Better take them off before we get to them first.

Her skin prickled under the intensity of his attention. She squeezed his hand and brushed his shoulder as she leaned in to kiss Elide lightly on her cheeks. The girl smiled amused and returned the gesture.

“Care to join me in the birchin, Manon?”

Manon sat observing behind them, both arms splayed across the back of chair.

“What’s a birchin?”

“The small chamber in the bathing room heated by a stove with hot rocks. It’ll make you sweat your worries away.” She wiggled her eyebrows and Manon stared at her confused.

Aelin shrugged. “I read about it in a book and it sounded exotic, so I had it installed.”

She had indeed, been reading her new favorite series A Court of Thorns and Roses and several scenes conjured up delightful images of her cadre all piled in a birchin sweating their asses off. She had yet to convince them to try it out, but the few occasions she’d used it herself after training sessions had been extremely relaxing.

Manon sighed and rose, arching her back in a stretch. “What can it hurt. Better than sitting here stewing in all your scents.”

Rowan had taken a big chair by the fire next to Fenrys and stripped except for the linen pants offered by an escort. He closed his eyes as the shapely brunette rolled up his pants to the knee and worked his tight calves and shins. Her hands were firm, but skilled and her long hair hung loose, tantalizing his skin as she worked.

Passing them on the way to the bathing room, Aelin halted. She inspected the beauty in Fenrys lap, the gentle eyed woman winding her fingers through his hair and grinning wide at his flirtatious whispers, no doubt, promising and skillful. Aelin was surprised at the possessive twinge that hit her heart.

He was fine. He was in good hands. Even if she felt she had every right to be just as protective of the male as he was her.

She squeezed Rowan’s shoulder, sliding her hand down his chest until it drifted lower on his bare abdomen and the tips of her fingers slid under his loose waistband. She leaned down and kissed his neck.

“Be good. I’ll be done soon.” She inclined her head towards the bathing room.

He growled and the fingers of his hand reaching around the back of her thigh dug into her soft skin.

“Soon is quite a promise considering your bathing habits.”

There was need in his grip.

“Pushy, pushy,” she smirked into his lips as she kissed him one more time. “This one,” Aelin pointed at Rowan as she rose and spoke to the escort, “is all talk. If you want him to be quiet, tickle the back of his knees.”

“Aelin--,” he growled again.

“Or lick up the lines of his war-honed abs. Whatever seems best to you.” She waived a hand in the air dismissively, scampering out of the way as he reached for her. His eyes followed her into the bathing room, hips swaying, until she was out of sight and Manon followed, unceremoniously stripping as she walked.

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A half hour later, Aelin emerged, hair towel dried from the quick dip in the bath they’d taken to wash off the sweat from the birchin. Manon had donned a plush white robe, but Aelin had simply wrapped a short towel around her torso.

She strode to the oversized chase lounge where Rowan’s strong, sinewy body lay face down in the pillows, dozing after surrendering to a fully body massage.

Aelin climbed up his back and kissed his tan face. “Enjoy your nap?” As he stirred, she moved to sit on his backside so she could sweep her hands from his shoulder blades down the groove of his spine.

“You smell good,” he mumbled.

“Thank you. I used your soap because I forgot we ran out of mine last time we were here.”

Rowan grunted. With no hesitation, he shifted, toppling her into the blankets and rolling so he hovered over her face on his forearms. His lips were an inch from hers and the weight of his abdomen and legs pressed fully into her body. The heat radiating from his skin and breath made her heart pound.

“Use it always.”

He kissed her deeply and she opened for him, melting into the pillows as his tongue tasted her own.

Aelin’s hand clutched his back as the other drifted into his hair. He slid a hand down her curves until he found her thigh and pulled it to the side so he could settle between her legs.

She sucked in a breath.

He was naked and his cock was fully erect brushing against her towel. With one shift, he could push up the edge of the flimsy fabric and slide into her welcoming heat.

But he had something else in mind; something they needed to prepare for later.

And it was time to play.

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@theilliumbluebell10 @highladyofherondale @running-with-thieves @lestrangelady20 @fantasylover1996

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spottedstar24 · 5 years

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So this is sort of a photoshop of my tattoo idea. I don’t own the art, but a friend was kind enough to photoshop it all together.

There will be a slight change in that the circle around the Night Court insignia will be the beloved Abraxos, because him and Manon are my faves.

My Drawing Due is the 21st so stay tuned!

#throne of glass #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #tog #acotar art #acotar tattoo #tog art #tog tattoo

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humzbird · 5 years

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Might as well, right?

I’ve never actually done one of these before but hey.

s14e7 spoilers under the cut.

*Yep okay goddamn Nick's officially on a spree.

*Okay but... what was the point of that scene in the waiting room? Is it gonna be significant later that they have that info on record about him? SWEET BABY JACK IS DYING JUST GET HIM A DOCTOR!!!

*Is reporter lady gonna die? Nick's been on a roll killing everyone that had to do with the investigation.

*Kellogg? Ugh! I blame Fallout 4 for making me hate that name.

*Welp! Jack's dying. I mean, we already knew that, but now we have a professional opinion, right?

*Rowena, my queen! Hair, clothes, and makeup on point as always 😍

*Hold up! I thought Rowena knew Jack was Luci's son. Eh, okay. This is a thing I guess. Hey, if she turns around and starts to like him, I'm game. I like watching people fall in love with Jack.

*Haha! He only said like two nice things to her and she already likes him!

*Uhhhh... Dean?

*No, Nick! Bad Nick! Stop being murder happy!

*"Get away from me!" Okay? So now he's like a tortured monster that can't control his bloodlust? What is this - Twilight? I know the show really wants us to sympathize with him, but I can't help laughing at this trope.

*Jack has resigned himself to his death and now I'm really sad.

*I know I should be concerned about whatever's going on with Dean, probably something Michael related, but I'm not because they're definitely going to get to the bottom of it later.

*Lol! Cas protective dad mode: activated!

*Eeeee!!! I saw it in the promos but I'm still freaking out because Dean's letting Jack drive Baby and this has to be one of the most precious Jack moments ever!

*At least some of this scene has to be just Jensen teaching Alex how to drive a stick. Nobody can convince me otherwise!

*I'd just like to say now how much I appreciate that we're getting some quality Sam and Cas time.

*Oh wow I almost forgot about Nick. Lol jk. Actually I did.

*Oh Jesus. The dude even looks like an overweight version of Kellogg from Fallout 4.

*D'aww! Now they're fishing! I'm sorry but everything Jack does is precious. Fight me.

*Jack talking to Dean about father-son time and the importance of family has got my meta senses tingling. I'm sure my homies that are actually good at analyzing these things will have a lot to say about this.

*Lol Cas doesn't even look worried about being trapped. More like mildly annoyed. His face is like "Yep, here we go. Let's just get this part over with"

*I like this shaman. Why do I feel like I'm going to hate him later?

*Abraxas? Fucking Abraxas?! Isn't that a fucking laundry detergent or something?

*Round of applause for Mark Pellegrino for being the fucking best at everything and making me love him, despite how hard I'm rolling my eyes at this whole tortured serial killer thing.

*I should be happy that Jack's about to be treated, so why is the music so tense and foreboding? Hmmmm...

*Wait, wait, wait! Jack is consuming Gabriel's grace! Is he going to start developing a personality like Gabriel's as a side effect? That'll be freaking hilarious.

*Cas protective dad mode: activated again! I'm loving this.

*Yep, I hate the shaman now. That didn't take long.

*Excuse me, whaaaaaaaaaat?

*inhales* LUCIFEERRRR!!!! Lucifer is coming back we freaking called it of course they wouldn't let their most beloved villain go!!! Now someone needs to do this for Gabriel haha.

*I would not be surprised if a bunch of people suddenly start shipping Nick and Luci because that scene was hella gay. Those weird-ass visuals have reminded me of both Terminator and Venom, the latter being one of the gayest blockbuster movies to come out this year. Is that even what they were going for?

*Ah, yes. The scene from all those promo photos that everyone was talking about. The one where Dean and Cas are literally glued together. Aaaaaand... it’s only about a minute long yep.

*Nooooo! Don't leave us like that! I know Jack's not actually going to die but come on!

*Holy shit! Abraxo Cleaner was a fictional laundry detergent found in Fallout 4! What the fuck is going on here?!

Final thoughts: Not enough destiel, too much Fallout 4. Of course they weren’t going to cure Jack that quickly. Are you kidding? This is Supernatural! Really strong family themes, especially relating to father-son dynamics. I’m sure that’s not leading up to anything with John haha. And of course, I’m fucking screaming because Lucifer is coming back! Right now I don’t even care how ridiculous this is.

#destiel #supernatural #commentary

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dreamwalkerdiary · 6 years

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Throne of glass unpopular opinion: I think Manon should die in Kingdom of Ash

I want to clear it, Manon is my second favourite female character, but I live for drama.

But think about it:

First, the fandom have so many theories about the possible deaths (Fenrys, Dorian), but nobody have thought about Manon! Everyone expect Manon as a badass Crochan-Ironteeth queen of the wastes at the end. Her sudden death would be a huge surprise! This would be a genius plot twist.

Second, she is the most popular character. This death would literally break the fandom. Just imagine: Abraxos would be alone, the Thirteen without their beloved leader, Asterin, Dorian, Elide... Manon would be a big lost for almost everyone.

#throne of glass #tog #throne of glass unpopular opinion #throne of glass manon #manon #manon blackbeak #kingdom of ash #sarah j maas #abraxos #crochan queen #ironteeth witches

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mariamuses · 6 years

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A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

Rhysand

Feysand

Elain

Elucien

Lucien

Elriel

Rhycien

Azriel

Morrigan

Nessian

Nesta

Cassian

Amren

Viviane

Kallias

Helion

Tarquin

Bryaxis

Stryga (The Weaver)

Illyrian

Night Court Insignia

Amarantha’s Riddle

Velaris

THRONE OF GLASS

Lysaedion

Aedion

Rowaelin

Rowan

Aelin

Sam

Lorcan

Elide

Fenrys

Gavriel

Dorian

Abraxos

Rattle the stars

PERCY JACKSON

Annabeth

SHADOWHUNTERS

Clary

Alec

Malec

HARRY POTTER

Harry

Draco

Always

GRISHAVERSE

Alina

Kaz

THE CRUEL PRINCE

Cardan

QUOTES

Not all those who wander are lost (J. R. R. Tolkien)

I love you, thorns and all (Sarah J. Maas)

Hic sunt leones (Pierce Brown)

Everyone has a chapter they don’t read out loud (unknown)

To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered (Sarah J. Maas)

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain (Victoria Aveyard)

To the people who look at the stars and wish (Sarah J. Maas)

I solemnly swear I am up to no good (J. K. Rowling)

Oh. I think you’ve still got lightning in you (Moonrise Kingdom)

I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you Nesta (Sarah J. Maas)

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic (J. K. Rowling)

Never trust a duck (Cassandra Clare)

Words have the power to change us (Cassandra Clare)

She was more than human, more than queen. Aelin. Beloved. Immortal. Blessed (Sarah J. Maas)

In libris libertas

Don’t let the hard days win (Sarah J. Maas)

The Earth without art is just ‘eh’

#lettering masterlist #my lettering #lettering

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rufousnmacska · 7 years

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Excuses

manorian drabble 2

These are totally unrelated. I’ve just been thinking up different scenarios and writing them out.

This scene was heavily influenced by head canons and discussions with @itach-i and @propshophannah (thank you trash-mates!)

I'm not sure what it says about me that I'm including a "warning" that this has no smut and is entirely safe for work... but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After several hours in the air on the back of a wyvern, Dorian was more than happy to land. His first time flying - a feat he was still trying to comprehend - had been a wild ride. His mild fear of heights had turned into full blown acrophobia. With a fear of falling now accompanying it.

But. The upside was his position on the wyvern. Hours spent sitting right behind Manon. That pretty much overrode the fears. At least enough to keep him from hyperventilating.

As Abraxos dropped down towards the forest canopy, Dorian kept his eyes straight ahead. Focusing on the back of Manon's head. Resisting the persistent urge to lean down and nuzzle her silken braid.

Glancing back to him, Manon said, "We’re almost there princeling."

"I'm fine," he said. "Flying has been wonder-"

Abraxos let himself free fall for a few seconds, forcing Dorian to squeeze Manon's waist. He hunched over, pushing his forehead against her shoulder and closing his eyes against whatever grisly death awaited them. Gods, he hoped he didn’t vomit on her.

But as quickly as he had dropped, Abraxos leveled out and landed gracefully in a large clearing. The other wyverns came down around them, maintaining the positions of their flying formation.

With his arms still wrapped tightly around her, Dorian felt Manon laughing. He lifted his head to see Abraxos watching him. The cheeky, little bastard almost looked like he was laughing too.

"Nice," Dorian groaned. "Like rider, like wyvern?" he asked.

Manon loosened his hold on her and shifted around in the saddle. She wore the traces of a smile, but she had the decency to look a little concerned. "Why didn't you tell me you don't like heights?"

Dorian sighed. For a second he thought he might lose the battle he was fighting with his stomach. But, after a few deep breaths, he felt a little better. Good enough to crawl off this damned wyvern, get his feet on solid earth... and promptly double over hoping not to get sick.

Manon hopped down next to him, landing as lightly as a feather. The imagery almost made him laugh. A deadly Ironteeth witch being compared to a feather. She cocked her head, silently demanding an answer to her question. He stood slowly and smiled.

"Why would I want to ruin your esteemed opinion of me before we even start this adventure?"

She laughed. Not completely at him. And not with malice. It was such a genuine laugh, pure and lovely, that it made him want to do anything to hear it again.

Judging from the looks the other witches were giving them, Dorian guessed that Manon did not laugh like this very often.

And just as he had that thought, she seemed to feel the stares. With a rather nasty glare, she eyed each member of her coven until they turned away and busied themselves with setting up camp.

But both he and Manon heard the chuckles and whispers. Some clearly not trying to be quiet about it. Manon's face flashed from embarrassed anger to exasperation.

Attempting a distraction, Dorian asked, "What can I help with? The saddle?"

Manon was watching him with narrowed eyes. "Maybe Ghislaine should take a look at you." She reached up as if to touch his face, but then pulled back awkwardly at the last second. "You uh... That's quite a black eye you have there," she said.

Dorian touched it and winced. He'd forgotten about it. About all of the aches and pains from the battle. His phobia had taken all of his attention. Well, that and the witch he’d been holding on to.

"I thought I would have healed on my own by now," he said. "But I guess I used too much magic in the battle."

"Did they board your ship?"

"Not til the end," he said. "But since I was shielding and attacking with magic, I didn't get too caught up in the hand to hand fighting."

Manon furrowed her brow. "Then how did you get that?" she asked. This time, when she reached for him, she didn't shy away. Gently, she tipped his head back to examine the bruise. It was her turn to wince. "Your magic must be working to some degree. There's not as much swelling as there probably should be."

Even after her fingers left his chin, Dorian could feel the heat of her touch. Without thinking, he brushed his fingers over where hers had just been.

"Dorian?" she asked. "How did that happen?"

He'd been staring at her. And despite her words and amused look, he couldn't stop. The snap of her fingers in his face did the trick though.

"Nothing exciting,” he shrugged. “Aedion punched me when he found out you and Aelin had gone into the witch mirror.” With a laugh, he added, “As if I could force either of you to do something you didn’t want to.”

The smile on her face vanished.

"What?" he asked, quickly growing concerned though he wasn't quite sure why. "Manon?" He put a hand on her shoulder, but she only shook her head and looked away.

"What's wrong?" he pressed.

When her eyes returned to his they were hard and cold with anger. "He had no right to do that to you."

Dorian scoffed. “He’s a hothead. If they didn’t look so much alike people would know he and Aelin were related by their tempers alone.”

Manon nodded, then eased a bit before saying, "I'm... sorry about what happened to her."

"Aelin?"

She huffed a laugh. "I really did not like her at first. Being beaten after volunteering information... It didn’t exactly endear her to me. But, I can understand-"

Dorian stopped listening. He stopped seeing. Maybe even stopped breathing. The only thing he was aware of was the fury flooding up inside him.

That, and the word "beaten". It rattled through his head over and over.

She'd been beaten. While chained up on the ship. Beaten, after telling them what they'd asked for. Beaten when he'd been elsewhere. And he'd been unable to stop it. Just like before...

"Dorian!"

He heard his name being repeated but it was muffled. Something gripped his arms, shaking him, slowly forcing his vision and hearing to return.

"Dorian." He felt her hands on either side of his face now. And she kept saying his name. It was becoming clearer.

Then all he could see were her eyes. Gold, intense and endless. So bright and lovely and worried...

"Dorian." This time his name was a whisper.

"When?" He tried to keep his voice calm, but her expression told him it had not worked. He took her hands from his face and rubbed his thumb along her wrist. Feeling her strong pulse helped to soothe him. Just as her eyes had. But what little magic he had left still threatened to burst from him in anger.

With a rough whisper, Dorian asked, "How badly did they hurt you?"

Manon was watching his thumb as it traced the veins of her wrist. "It's nothing for you to be concerned with." She looked back up at him. "I was their prisoner." Her face hardened before his eyes. "I've done worse when the roles were reversed."

She probably had, he thought. But he didn't care. If he'd had any idea Aelin had done that... He felt overwhelmed with emotion. The rage was still there. But now it was joined by resentment and disgust for his friends’ behavior. Contempt for his own naivety. And shame. Shame for not protecting her. Gods, when had it happened? Where had he been?

"As you said, she has a temper. She just... let it get the better of her and... she hardly even touched me. It doesn't concern you," she repeated, getting agitated. "You're not my..." She trailed off.

Dorian stared at her. She was right about one thing. He wasn't anything to her. And he probably was overreacting. Focusing only on how it effected him.

But he couldn't understand how she could just... take it. Make excuses for Aelin. Hell, Manon was practically blaming herself for it.

But... hadn’t he just made the same excuses for Aedion?

Abraxos suddenly caught his eye. The wyvern was staring at him with his dark, eerily intelligent eyes. It was a little unsettling. Captivating. Dorian suddenly realized something.

Abraxos had somehow brought his dying rider to him. Straight to him. There was no one else on that ship she remotely knew. Dorian didn’t know how or why Abraxos had done it. He only knew that it had to mean something.

Turning his attention back to Manon, he caught a brief glimpse of sadness on her face. It was there and gone so fast he knew it was a thing she usually kept hidden. Rarely witnessed. Just like her laugh.

He took hold of her chin and tilted her head so she had to look at him.

"It is my concern Manon. Because I am something to you. I'm your friend." She tugged her head free of him. But he still held her hand. "If I'd known they'd planned to do that to you, I would have stopped them. I would have let you go." After a long pause, he said, "I would have taken you away."

Her eyes narrowed at his words. Confused, she simply asked, "Why?"

"Because what they did was wrong," Dorian replied. "But also..." He shifted so he held her hand firmly in his, their fingers entwined. "You are something to me. You are important to me."

The words seemed to hit her hard. So unexpected that she must not have heard them often. At least, not from anyone outside of her beloved Thirteen.

Dorian’s chest ached at the thought. Without thinking he leaned towards her and whispered, “You are very important to me. And I won’t ever let you forget that.”

Manon blinked up at him. He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he squeezed her hand and started to turn away. But she held on to him. For a few seconds at least. A thank you in the gesture, in her eyes, that she was not able to speak.

When she let him go, he smiled and said, “I’ve never dealt with a wyvern saddle before. So, you’ll have to show me how all these straps come apart.”

After a moment of watching him, she returned his smile and joined him by Abraxos. “Well then. Pay attention princeling. I’ll only go over this once.”

Dorian laughed. Partly at her poor attempt to intimidate him - the softness of her smile gave her away. But mostly because he knew there was no way he’d be paying attention to anything but her.

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian fanfiction #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #empire of storms #manorian drabble #abraxos

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