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jimmycarterghostland · 9 months

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The Lorien Legacies book series was at its best when The Rise of Nine came out. The overall bad writing of the series aside, TRO9 was the best book in the series. In retrospect, I know that now.

The Fall of Five was when the LL book series jumped the shark. The out of character moments started there. And Five being a brown-haired BOY instead of the blonde girl that Adam seen in The Fallen Legacies was such a frustrating plot hole. Also, the Mogadorians became quite cliché, cartoon villains starting with TFOF. If I remember correctly, that book is the first one out of the main books where the Mogs actually speak to the hero characters. It made them less scary. Plus, the stuff they did say in that book was cliché. Sigh.

Oh, and the Ella being a fake Number was a terrible plot twist that made no sense. Henri's letter said there was a Ten! This plot twist was so bad. And it added nothing to the series, besides making Ella sad for a few pages.

The Lorien Legacies series post-The Rise of Nine is the equivalent of season 8 of Game of Thrones. Seriously. The later books are noticeably terrible. In The Fate of Ten, Six and Marina even spare a Mogadorian enemy's life(Phiri) and refuse to torture her. Yet Marina was okay with wanting to take out Five's remaining eyeball. Adam of all people, a Mog himself, decided to torture Phiri. Sadly, he didn't kill her either. It made no sense for these people to let Phiri live. She even tried to kill them before that. And in the book previous to TFOT, she tried to kill them as well.

Man, I can't believe I liked these books when I was younger. The LL books give YA a bad name. This is the badly written crap that becomes popular?

The A Song of Ice and Fire books by George RR Martin have spoiled me, and helped showed me what good writing looks like. The LL series has none of that. The prose is bad. The characters' narrations sound the same. When writing multiple POVs, your characters should have distinct voices in their chapters. George RR Martin does a great job of distinguishing different POVs. Like, an Arya chapter won't read like a Cersei chapter. There's different vocabulary and other things that set them apart. For example, you will see the word stupid in Arya's chapters a lot, not just in her dialogue, but in the narration itself as well. The LL series lacks distinct character voices.

I genuinely wish GRRM had written the Lorien Legacies books. I would want them to stay YA, though. But have them be a YA series with amazing writing, not the poorly written crap that us LL fans got.

The LL series is infested with bad writing. It is ruined by plot holes, inconsistencies, out of character moments, characters being uncharacteristically stupid to keep the plot going, things that are never brought up again, such a the Devdan thing, plot twists that make no sense, etc.

Even in The Power of Six, book two, bad writing was present. Like, why did Marina let Adelina fight a Mogadorian by herself when Marina has telekinesis and Adelina doesn't? Someone explain this Mickey Mouse nonsense.

The LL books are terrible, simply put. I want to believe that there are young adult novels out there that have genuinely good writing. Not the kind of bad writing found in badly written YA novels such as Twilight. But with YA books like the LL series being in existence, it makes it difficult to believe that good YA novels exist. YA novels that have amazing writing, the kind you might find in a George RR Martin book.

#lorien legacies #bad books #reading #lorien Legacies criticism #literature

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chlortrimeton · 4 years

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Mogs’ thoughts: #1

Two dudes who didn’t practice enough

analizing their marketing strategy as youtuber, and also a letter to them

Looks like I’ve been stanning Twosetviolin for pretty long time. A year and counting. But this same person haven’t watched their vids for like 2 weeks who am I tho.

And for that I know that they’re on going question that hasn’t been answered for ages was if my boyz--Brett and Eddy--are dating. Cause yeah, they’re cute AF together, have those dreamy ship dynamics, literally look like they are both in love in their vids, and so on.

Don’t worry, I also ship them. But the fact that they haven’t given the fandom any clue about this concerns me. Cause I don’t want to ship someone who frankly say that they don’t want to be shipped with each other. It would make them feel extremely uncomfortable, and disrespecting their privacy, right?

And to make me get those shipping in guilt feels, they use matching captions on promoting their merchs.

For example from their last two merch promo pics:

I swear to God, their new promo pics (and possibly the next three upcoming promo pics) will have matching captions as well. They freaking look like such a middle school couple that just dated for a week I wanna cry

Of course, the feedback was so great. Stans are dying, keep on questioning whether this was them slowly coming out that they are dating. Me? Ships in guilt even harder.

I remember this famous phrase that kinda popular; “There’s no way a girl and a boy can be bestfriends forever cause one of them must fall in love with the other.”

WAIT. I THINK IT’S NOT THE RIGHT ONE. BUT NEVERMIND.

I mean, boys can date each other, right? So why not. That’s what I thought.

And maybe, that’s what they thought, too.

To make sure that their viewers stay with them--in addition to long running jokes, comedic content that somehow still educates you, dorky personalities, promising that they’ll do something once they’ve reached particular subsribers (2 million Tchaikovsky freaking SLAPS, dudes. You guys ROCKS!)--let’s make a long running mystery; are they dating? Make it even more questionable by liking some comments regarding this.

Evidences:

To spice things up, twitter thread of them being questionable

They probably play along to this long-running mystery to make sure we stays. Cause yeah, some fans would tell their IRL friends, their friends ask the same questions, and join the fandom out of curiosity. Then, the fandom grows even bigger. That’s a win solution for them.

They could make this mystery last forever. Or maybe, just maybe, in 5 years or so, finally come out like Dan and Phil. And told us that they’re going to get married tomorrow, just like Sam Tsui’s come out vid. Even i n t e r e s t i n g, they’ve been married for 3 years.

Just maybe.

Anyway, I just want to say that they might play along and gain more subscribers by taking advantage to this long-running mystery. We can speculate over anything cause they haven’t confirmed or denying anything.

Oh, and my message.

Back to that phrase. Fall in love. People sometimes forget that there are more love besides romantic love. One of them is platonic love. That’s how you’ve been able to love your siblings, or parents. That thing also can happens to bestfriends. Especially two dudes that have been friends for 14 years. They might be just love each other like siblings.

What I’m trying to say is, if you guys want to say something about this, and you guys want to tell us that it’s platonic love, I would still support and love you, tho. Just because the long running mystery has been solved, doesn’t mean that your journey would end. You guys, or us, would eventually find another mystery to solve. But more than that, we will wait for your upcoming i n t e r e s t i n g contents, Stay awesome, boyz!

P.S: the right phrase that should be quoted was, “If you’ve befrended someone for more than seven years, that friendship would last forever,” but I choose to ignore it cause this won’t fit my entire thoughts I’m sorry.

#twosetviolin #I stole the pic on twitter on tone of the sets I'm sorry I;m too lazy to open instagram #at this time I forgot everything that I want to say so forgive me first #I know Eddy used to date Toni ssshh #this looks like I'm speaking nonsense #but please you get what I mean right #anyway I don't know any details regarding Dan and Phil plz don't sue me #mogs thoughts cause why not #yeah it's basically their private life but I just want to speculate #Mogs' thoughts

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snusbandxknifewife · 4 years

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So @the-chick-of-the-air mentioned something about wanting to know what Cardan said to Randalin and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since. This is my attempt at writing what went down during that conversation, I hope you all like it!

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As Cardan Greenbriar drags his advisor into a separate room, all hints of a spoiled faerie boy are gone, replaced completely by the grace and danger of a High King who has been faced with treason.

“What vile, worm-hearted god spoke in your ear and gave you even the faintest idea that it was appropriate to enter the room of your wounded queen?” He hisses in the larger man’s ear. “And how, pray tell, did it convince you to stoop low enough to then question her sovereignty?”

A colossal, thorn-covered vine sprouts from the stone floor by the chamber door, actively shattering a brick as it moves to slam the door shut.

Randalin visibly swallows. “Your Majesty, please—“

“I must admit, Randalin, I thought you wiser than that,” Cardan continues. “I thought that you, for all your sniveling and spinelessness, would have enough foresight to see that your little plan could’ve never succeeded.”

The delicate pink roses in their little porcelain pot, set on the windowsill to capture sunlight, wither and die. Where their rotting petals fall, nightshade rises.

“I would’ve thought you would know my wife would never back down from a challenge. Especially one put forward by such a cowardly and insignificant man as you.”

Randalin stands, rooted to the floor by brambles growing over his feet, their thorns digging aggressively into his leather shoes. He watches, unable to move, as the boy king walks to where a cask of wine has been left on a table.

Cardan forgoes a goblet, instead gripping the neck of the wine bottle between his lithe fingers and turning it up, his eyes never leaving his advisor as he takes a long drink. When he sets the cask back down, wine as red as blood drips from his lips and down his chin, staining his moon-pale skin the same way castoff stains a wall during a murder.

“I would’ve thought you would realize that, even if it had worked, I’d find out about your meddling.” His voice is deadly quiet, his eyes swirling like whirlpools. “And I surely would’ve thought you smart enough to realize I wouldn’t appreciate someone taking away the woman I worked so hard to get back.”

“Your Majesty—“

“Have you ever been in love, Randalin?” Cardan cuts him off, his head tilting to the side and causing a stray drop of wine to fall onto his undershirt. “Have you ever looked into the eyes of another and felt your heart stop? Known that, as long as you live, no one will command your thoughts as this person does now?”

He steps closer, his boots clicking against the stone floor and the brambles at Randalin’s feet tightening with each step.

“Have you ever been given love, against all odds, and lost it?” He whispers in the shell of his advisor’s ear, a growl low in his throat as he does. “And were you then given that love back, only to find that someone you’re meant to trust is trying to rip it away once more?”

“The people of Elfhame will never accept a human queen.” Randalin tries, his face reddening with pain as a thorn succeeds in working its way through his shoe and into his toe.

“The people of Elfhame can all be damned.” Cardan smiles wolfishly, stepping back so he can loom over his foolish council member. “The land has chosen her, and it is the land’s support that proves a ruler’s worth here in Faerie.”

“Just because she said she was healed with the land’s help doesn’t mean we can believe her. Humans are liars, Your Majesty.”

Cardan Greenbriar walks away and turns towards the window, towards the land he and his wife will rule over until they choose for it to be otherwise. Beyond the gentle swaying of the curtains, a robin flaps by and the stars twinkle with the light of a thousand little suns.

“If you do not believe your queen’s word, believe Grima Mog, for she saw it happen.” The High King announces as he continues to look out the window, leaving the council member sweating behind him. “Jude stuffed her gutted belly full of soil and Elfhame chose to heal her. Flowers grew from the ground where her blood fell. The land answers to her, as it does to me.”

Randalin’s eyes widen. A human, a mortal with magic gifted by the land—

“How many people do you think my wife has murdered, Randalin?” Cardan’s voice is soft, the tone of a boy in love talking about his partner’s knack for making flower crowns. Not the voice of a ruler discussing his queen’s violent tendencies.

“I’m well aware that Lady Jude is—“

“High Queen Jude.” Cardan corrects, his voice void of all softness once more. “She is High Queen Jude. If you refer to her as anything else ever again, you do so at your own peril.”

“Your Majesty, if you would let me finish—“

“I shall let you finish a sentence when you begin to speak something other than nonsense.” Cardan’s tar-black eyes have the same devilish coldness in them that they had when he ripped that faerie boy’s wings at a revel so many moons ago. “Now refer to your queen by her proper title, or face the consequences.”

Randalin lets out a sigh and grits his teeth. “I am well aware that High Queen Jude is a woman with violent tendencies, but I do not know just how many lives she has claimed.”

“Nor do I.” Cardan smiles the smile of a man besotted. “She has a talent for swordplay that is unrivaled. Any night she is in my bed is a night in which I do not fear assassination, for I know my wife could kill anyone in her sleep.”

“Even you, Your Majesty.” Randalin tries to impart wisdom into his king, tries to show the boy just how dangerous this mortal girl is for both him and the kingdom.

“Especially me.” Cardan smiles as he catches Randalin’s eye, completely aware of what the older man is trying to say and also completely aware of just how wrong he is. “But she has had many chances, and she has yet to take them. Death at the hands of a god so sweet would be a gift, indeed, and yet I seem incapable of receiving such blessings.”

The brambles are growing up Randalin’s legs, cutting into his thighs and wrapping around his wrists as his arms stay by his sides.

The young man in front of him has danger etched into every line of his very being. The High King standing in this study is not the High King of days past, nor is he the High King one would ever wish to meet. Cardan Greenbriar is poison personified, malice dripping from his fanged smile and echoing in the light tapping of his fingernails on his elbow.

For the first time since hearing a doomed prince’s prophecy, Randalin feels true dread gather in the pit of his stomach.

“Do you think me a violent man, Randalin?” Cardan, who has always taken after felines in both his look and his mannerisms, seems far less cat-like than usual. It’s like his fangs hide venom, his body readying, not to pounce, but to strike.

“I’d never insult my king by suggesting something so rude, Your Majesty.”

“But you insulted your queen by suggesting that she abdicate her throne.” Cardan’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and his smile grows cruel. “So do humor me this once.”

If the fae had warning sirens, they’d be blaring in Randalin’s head right this very moment.

“No, Your Majesty.” A bramble works it’s way under his doublet, drawing blood the entire way. “I think you do not have a taste for bloodshed. At the very least, not one as strong as the High Queen’s.”

Cardan smiles as the council member finally refers to Jude by her correct title.

He steps away from Randalin once more, walking over to the bookshelf by the desk and pulling a random leather bound volume out, fingers tracing over the lettering on the spine and longing for a more familiar title.

“You know, I’ve read my fair share of mortal stories in my day,” he announces, outwardly calm even as the thorns continue to torture his advisor. “The humans have a saying, a warning of sorts, about how even the devil runs when a good man goes to war.”

He opens the book to a random page, completely ignoring the words as his nails drag down the binding.

“Now, for all my distaste in violence, I wouldn’t call myself a good man,” he continues with a small quirk to his mouth, just a little upward tilt. “I am cruel, I am petty. I delight in the suffering of those who wrong me and I’ll settle for hurting those who are lesser, if I’m unable to harm someone I feel truly deserves it.”

His foot starts tapping, a quiet beat to him but a deafening war drum to Randalin. His ears pick up the sound of a racing heartbeat and his smile grows.

“I tortured even the woman I love for years, albeit not in the ways she likely would’ve preferred, but what good is torture if someone likes it?”

He snaps the book closed and Randalin jumps as best he can in his thorny prison.

“I suppose that makes me more dangerous in war than a good man would be,” he thinks aloud as he slowly turns his gaze back to where Randalin appears to be in the process of soiling his pants. “Surely if the devil runs when a good man goes to war, he would sprint when a man of questionable morals joins the fray, don’t you think?”

“Please, Your Majesty, my recommendations were only voiced out of a concern for the well-being of the kingdom.” Randalin, a man used to lording over those beneath him, sounds dangerously close to begging. “I did not mean to offend you!”

Cardan laughs, a joyless and wicked sound. “But you have offended me, Randalin,” his eyes are wild and his grin reckless. “You have questioned my ability to choose what is best for my kingdom and you have insulted the woman who occupies my every waking thought. You have even made the grievous mistake of disturbing my wife in one of her extremely rare moments of weakness, a moment where she undoubtedly needs all her time and energy to rest.”

The nightshade occupying the rose’s former home overgrows it’s pot and begins spilling down the side of the windowsill, flowers reaching towards Randalin like little fingers.

“Your Majesty, I beg your forgiveness,” Randalin’s voice almost catches in his throat. “I won’t ever suggest that High Queen Jude abdicate again. I promise!”

“Good,” Cardan says as he steps within reach of Randalin.

Randalin lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing forward.

And it’s all a moment too soon, for the High King lashes out in the blink of an eye, his long fingers wrapping around the advisor’s throat and pushing his head back against the stone wall with an audible crack!

“Because I am the man of questionable morals, and this is war,” Cardan continues as Randalin’s spine screams in agony at the angle he’s been forced into. “I, Cardan Greenbriar, High King of Elfhame, declare war!”

His fingers tighten around Randalin’s throat, his nails already leaving bloody half-moons in the older man’s skin as he presses his forehead to the council member’s.

“I declare war on everyone who opposes my wife’s right to rule beside me as my queen and my equal,” his eyes are wild, barely containing his rage. “It is a war that is unending, a war that is complete and total, a war that I have no qualms about getting violent during.”

Randalin tried to swallow, but he can’t as the king’s hand digs into his throat even harder.

“I, a man without a love for swordplay, will take up a blade. I, a man without a taste for bloodshed, will slit a thousand throats,” he continues, “if that is what it takes for my people to respect my wife.”

Randalin’s vision swims in black, his face beginning to turn an impressive shade of purple as blood starts to gush from bramble-inflicted wounds.

“And as for you,” Cardan is close enough to see tears gather in his advisor’s eyes. “You who was bold enough to openly question the High Queen, I reserve my greatest act of violence.”

The nightshade from the windowsill has reached Cardan’s feet. It begins to grow up his legs, over his waist and down his arms, forming a crown atop his head as Randalin watches in horror.

“I will skin you alive and bleed you dry, forcing you to watch the whole time,” he leans down to whisper in Randalin’s ear. “I will break your bones and tear your flesh, and when I’m done, I will find a way to erase every mention of you. No book in Elfhame will bear your name, even the stars will rearrange when I tell them to.”

“Please—“

“And then I promise I will use your hollowed our skull as my wine goblet for the rest of my days, just because I can.”

Randalin’s knees quake as his body gasps for air.

Cardan lets him go, watching in disgust as the man falls into a pile of blood-stained brambles with a sob.

“I promise this on my honor as High King, and on the vow I made with my Wife, Jude Duarte Greenbriar,” Cardan’s voice is the voice of an executioner. “So help me gods, I will rip the world apart for her.”

“Your Majesty, how can I atone?” Randalin is reduced to weeping, his hands covering his face as he cowers at his king’s feet.

“Never question the High Queen’s sovereignty again, and see that anyone else who dares to speak treason against her understands exactly how far I’m willing to go to support her right to rule beside me.”

The nightshade around Cardan disappears, withering back into the pot before dying and being replaced by pretty roses. The brambles around the room fade into nothingness, only a broken stone and a few blood smears left to remind anyone that they were ever there.

“And do hope that I don’t have to resort to violence again,” Cardan smiles that cruel little smile he wears so well. “Jude is so much more adept at wielding the hospitality of knives.”

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#cardan greenbriar #randalin #tfota #queen of nothing #jude duarte #mentioned #tyrannosaurus lex writes #hope yall enjoy #hope i didnt make it too violent #but that it was violent enough yknow #cant have someone do a 180 that hard without a little threatening

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