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Shamelessly reposting this bc it’s too beautiful not to. This literally took my breath away.

Main Couples of Throne of Glass

Artist: @giannyfili

Elide: I'm sad :(

Aelin: need a hug?

Lorcan: Here *passes her some chocolate*

Manon: Who do I have to kill? Is it Lorcan? Please tell me I get to kill Lorcan

Chaol: That’s a pretty rock.

Dorian: Manon gave it to me.

Manon: I threw it at you.

Dorian: She’s very sweet.

Aelin:[entering the room]I need you to tell me-

Manon:[lying awkwardly on the bed, flustered and coughing] Huh, what?

Aelin:

Aelin: Is Dorian under the bed?

Under the bed:[muffled]no.

Aelin: So next question, you're in love with Dorian.

Manon: That's not a question.

Aelin: So you agree it's a fact?

Manon: Yes.

Elide: Uhh, guys, is that a dragon?

Aelin: This is Chocolate. He is here for emotional support.

Elide: In what way?

Manon: When he breathes fire on Lorcan, we feel positive emotions.

*Lorcan in the background running with his ass on fire*

Dorian: I have a theory

Aelin: really?

Dorian: yes, if I go hug manon right now, she will kill me.

Aelin: let’s prove that theory—

Chaol: NO—

I relate to Dorian Havilliard because I too love books and Manon Blackbeak

All the grishaverse, riordanverse, shadowhunter chronicles, throne of glass and marvel characters do be kinda fruity to me- anyways happy bisexual visibility day<33

The acotar fandom is so toxic like there's ignorance of characters' trauma, stupid excuses for characters' actions, so much sexism, so much slut shaming, domesticating literally every female charcter, MiSoGynY, promoting toxic masculinity, glorifying and sexualizing EvErYtHiNg etc.

I'm just happy with Aelin, Dorian, Manon, Elide, Yrene, Chaol, Abraxos, Nesryn, Fenrys, Lysandra and Rowan birdy. Like look at them. They're adorable.

Chaol Westfall and Dorian Havilliard to Aelin Galathynius at some point.

Okay so this scene in heir of fire where the Valg are in Celaena's head and she's reliving all of her worst memories. She's broken and she's accepting the pain that Sam and Nehemia are giving her because she thinks she deserves it as she failed them. And then she goes to a scene where she sees her parents and Sam and Nehemia and Aelin and they all ask her to get up, but she can't. And one by one they all start calling her a traitor but Aelin keeps sitting beside her, reaching her arm out. I think it signifies really beautifully how everyone ends up hating Celaena for some reason or the other and she accepts their hate even though she loves them. But Aelin always stays with her. She stays even when everyone else's words turn to poison. And that moment when she decides to take Aelin's hand is when Celaena Sardothien dies. Samlaena happy ending besties<3

The thing about sjm

is that as problematic as she is, her writing touches me. I'll be reading acotar or hoeab or tog and then there's these moments where I truly feel the writing. I can connect with what sjm have written, I can connect with what Feyre, Nesta, Aelin is feeling. And she describes it in a way where I read a sentence and what I am feeling or have felt is described perfectly. And there's these sudden bursts of emotions because it's not because she wrote she's sad or she's mad, but she shows how conflicted the character feels, how helpless, how afraid these characters feel, in a way that made me realize that I'm not alone in my feelings and that others have felt what I have felt too. This is why I fell in love with her writing, with her characters. And if she's problematic, then so be it, but I'm not going to stop reading her books because I believe that the book and the author are seperate things and just because you hate the author, doesn't mean you have to hate the characters too. And even if she racist or homophobic, I still thank her for writing these books, for helping me realize that it's going to be okay through her writing.

rereading queen of shadows

And Aelin just popping out of nowhere to haunt Chaol will never not make me laugh.

P.S favourite part of the book

my manorian heart is bleeding!

Manon Blackbeak

Inspired by @chookers (drawing of Killian Jones) from Instagram

aelin(prob at some point) to rowan: i know you love me coz i love me too.

i love how we all collectively decided it was okay to love faerie porn.

i just know lorcan  have a closet full of shirts for elide to cut up for her during that time the month

MANON: i get something in my gut whenever i look at dorian.

ELIDE: yeah those are butterflies. i get them when i look at lorcan.

MANON(touching her stomach): i didnt know we had butterflies living in our guts.STRANGE.

Literally aelin

And by $5, I mean for free.

I just realised that aelin will see Dorian and chaol die of old age.

HOW DO I GO BACK!!

sjm really making me go to therapy just so that i can cry my eyes about the thirteen and the yielding and how manon is all alone now in the wastes as dorian is Adarlan.

Friendly Reminder

chaol really married yrene without dorian being present there.

Karaoke Night

AO3 | Nesta Week 2025 Masterpost |

@nestaarcheronweek

Prompt: Day Seven - Free Day (Any topic of your choosing!)

A/N: This is my first time writing for Manon, so please forgive any mischaracterisations!

Word Count: 1644

“Babe, I’m home!” Her girlfriend’s voice echoed through the entrance lobby, and she heard a muffled curse follow the greeting. Chuckling, she made her way downstairs to see an irritated Manon rubbing her ankle and frowning at the piece of furniture she currently held a vendetta against.

Eternally clumsy and forever bumping into things, it seemed that today, she’d managed to trip over the shoe rack. “That damned thing always gets in my way,” she grumbled. Nesta couldn’t help the the slight upward tug of her lips at her girlfriend’s adorable expression.

“I’d think you get in the way of that poor shoe rack, seeing as you manage to stumble over it every single day.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nesta said, barely containing a laugh at her girlfriend’s indignant protests. “Whine about the shoe rack later. Dinner’s ready.”

That one sentence sobered Manon up immediately. She took off her long, tan overcoat, and popped her black boots off. Her dark nails glinting in the overhead light as she tucked a strand over silver hair behind her ear. “Ooo, what’d you make?”

“Pasta,” Nesta answered over a shoulder as they began making their way to the kitchen.

Piling a generous amount of her girlfriend’s favourite pasta onto her plate (lemon, chicken, cream, prosciutto, and arugula) and then serving herself, they sat down. Conversation resumed as easily as it had begun; talk about each of their days punctuating the room. 

“I swear, I hate him so much,” Manon grumbled, aggressively stabbing at a piece of chicken. “He always thinks he’s so much better than everyone else just because he’s worked here for a few years longer than I have.”

Manon worked as an optometrist, offering patients routine check-ups to see whether they needed any changes made to their eyesight, among other things. The more serious parts of her job involved examining them for eye diseases and other health conditions. It was enjoyable enough, not to mention the pay was more than decent, though not necessarily a profession she wanted to spend her entire life doing.

Nesta was the opposite. She’d known from a young age that she’d need to pick a stable job that would get her money, if only to support her ailing father (never mind that he’d been negligent at best and an outright horror at worst) and her two younger sisters. Through sheer dedication, hard work, and many years at university, she was now a successful lawyer well on her way to starting her own firm. 

She’d always been told she had a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind, so she’d found a good use for both of them. It didn’t hurt that she was rolling in money, either.

“Is he really that bad?” Nesta asked gently. “He’s irritating, sure, from what you’ve told me, but…don’t waste any more energy on him. He’s not worth it.” She stroked a light hand over her partner’s exposed wrist, and Manon calmed immediately. It was a small touch; grounding, and yet all she’d needed.

Manon’s boss, an older, stricter, and far crankier person than her previous mentor, was getting on her nerves. Micromanaging her and acting as if he knew so much better than Manon were only a few of the complaints Nesta had to hear about on the daily.

“Fine.” Manon rolled her eyes, and took another bite of the food. “Oh, by the way, love the pasta. How do you get it so creamy?”

Nesta only grinned. “A magician never reveals her secrets.”

“Not even to her extremely hot and seductive girlfriend?”

“Seductive?” Nesta questioned, quirking a brow in mock challenge. “That’s not quite how I remember you being last week when we slept together. I wasn’t the one begging to cum.”

“I think you might need a reminder of just how seductive I can be.” Manon’s golden eyes had darkened, turning hazel more than anything, and a light blush had crept over her cheeks at Nesta’s casual comment.

“How about we finish dinner first? Then you can show me all of this supposed skill.”

“Supposed skill?” It was always so easy to rile her up Nesta couldn’t help but chuckle.

And so their banter continued. Teasing remarks, the occassional joke, and laughter filled the room, until Nesta’s eyes drifted to the clock on the microwave. “Manon, it’s eight already.”

Yawning, the silver-haired woman got up. “I’ll get to the dishes.” 

It was a rule they’d established quite early on that whoever made dinner didn’t have to do the dishes.

“Do them later.” Nesta got up too, plopping her plate and cutlery into the sink, and collapsed onto the couch. Her limbs sprawled out in all directions, and Manon knew she was only doing it to be dramatic.

“Nesta-”

“Come on,” she whined, drawing out the last syllable in a pathetic attempt to drag her girlfriend to the sofa with her. “It’s Friday night. Live a little.” Her voice was muffled, seeing as she’d squashed her face into the sofa cushions, but Manon found it oddly…endearing.

“It’s ironic that you’re the one saying this,” Manon muttered under her breath. Indeed, she was usually the one that had to coax Nesta to take a break, but it seemed that today, Nesta was having her way. “What do you want to do, anyway?”

Nesta made a show of putting a finger on her chin and tilting her head. “Mmm,” she said. “How about…karaoke?” Without waiting for an answer, she got up and made her way to the TV cabinet. 

Manon couldn’t help the laugh that broke out of her then. “No way in hell am I singing to some 2010s Britney Spears song that’ll make me lose my voice.”

Nesta frowned. “Britnery Spears isn’t all that bad. Besides, when was the last time we did something like this together?”

“Nesta, there’s a reason I don’t sing.” At Nesta’s quizzical look, she clarified. “Everyone within a five-kilometre radius will go deaf if I do.”

She merely scoffed. “Nonsense. You’re singing and that’s final.”

“What do I get if I do sing?” Manon would be damned if she didn’t let this go without a scuffle. She didn’t hide the way her eyes roved over Nesta’s body and the tank top and shorts that she had on. 

Nesta didn’t say a word, only approaching Manon until she had to crane her neck to look at her girlfriend. If she moved forward ever so slightly, she’d brush thighs with Nesta. She didn’t, instead choosing to wait for her to break the creeping tension now building.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me tonight if you sing with me.” Her voice came out breathless, perhaps the only indication that Nesta was as excited for this as she was.

“Whatever I want? Don’t you think that’s a steep deal?” Manon only barely managed to keep her voice from betraying what it was she was thinking (specifically, how badly she wanted to bend her girlfriend over the sofa and fuck her senseless.)

“No.”

“Really? I would have expected something more…concrete, coming from a lawyer.”

“This isn’t working, and I know I don’t need to be specific with you.” A small pout had overtaken Nesta’s face, and dammnit if Manon didn’t give in.

“Fine. One song.” Nesta’s expression changed almost immediately, lighting up with joy as she settled in beside her.

“Since you agreed, you pick.”

Ten minutes, multiple hurled insults, and at least five tossed pillows later, they decided on a song. Well, Manon had. Nesta, it seemed, was still hesitant.

“Do you have to pick songs that so depressing? Like, are you doing this on purpose or something?” She asked, frowning at the TV screen as if it had personally wronged her.

“It’s Lana Del Rey! How is she depressing?”

“How isn’t she depressing? That’s literally all she writes about.” Manon rolled her eyes. They really weren’t getting anywhere with this. 

“Okay. You know what? We’re spinning a wheel. If neither of us can decide, we’ll just randomise it.” Despite Nesta’s protests and her half-hearted attempts to snatch Manon’s phone right out of her hand, she spun the wheel.

“See?” Manon exclaimed indignantly once it had stopped spinning. “It landed on Lana Del Rey.”

“You cheated,” Nesta huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “But fine. Miss Depressed Del Rey it is.” 

Manon took the remote from her, and browsed songs until she found her favourite. “Ready?”

✦ ✦ ✦

A drunken giggle passed from Nesta’s lips as she lay sprawled on the sofa. She’d long since given up on karaoke because she’d been laughing too hard. She couldn’t even remembered why she was laughing, only that it was silly, and that she was incandescently happy.

Manon, to her credit, hadn’t stopped once; not to get a drink of water, or even the bathroom. Of course, that didn’t mean she was any less drunk, but at least she was standing.

“All the grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party”

Her raucous voice filled the living room, and though it was ridiculously off-key, it was the most fun she’d had in a while.

It only made Nesta laugh even harder, and she doubled over as she lay shaking on the sofa.

The song ended, and she shrieked as Manon grabbed her around the waist. “You promised me you wouldn’t laugh.”

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” she managed between wheezes.

“Oh yeah?”

“I swear!”

“How about I do whatever I want to you and we can see if you were lying?” Manon’s taunting threat caused a delightful heat to spread between Nesta’s legs. 

“It depends. What will you do to me?” She asked, puffing out a breath.

Nesta yelped again as Manon hurled her over a shoulder and began making their way to the bedroom. 

“So eager tonight, hm? Let me show you.”

A/N: Thank you to my best friend for giving me the idea of a karaoke night!

@faenet event: kingdom of ash

equal, match, mirror → manon & dorian

❝ Anger flickered across her face, her shoulders tensing.

Then it faded and was replaced by something he had seen only earlier today— that queen’s face. Steady and wise, edged with sorrow and bright with clarity. Her eyes dipped to the bedroll, then to meet his own. “And if I asked you to stay?”

The question also took him by surprise. He carefully thought through his answer. “I’d need a very convincing reason, I suppose.”

Her fingers went to the buckles and buttons of her leathers, and began to loosen them. “Because I don’t want you to go,” was all she said. ❞

@faenet event: kingdom of ash

until the darkness claims us → manon & dorian

❝ Manon did not back away as he slid his arms around her. “I am sorry,” he said into her hair.

Tentatively, slowly, her hands drifted across his back. Then settled, embracing him. “I miss them,” she whispered, shuddering.

Dorian only held her tighter, and let Manon lean on him for as long as she needed, Abraxos staring toward that blasted bit of earth on the plain, toward the mate who would never return, while the city below celebrated.❞

Manon Blackbeak