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[stromuprisahat]

Hi!

In the show, there is a scene where alina very selfishly lectures genya for not sending her letters to mal. I was wondering is there a similar scene in the books? Is she as awful towards her there?

Hi honey, as it happens I'm armed with links to proper threads:

Here's the scene you're referring to, in case you'd like to read points from similarly exasperated minds.

Here's how it went in the books, but Alina managed to put two and two together only in the next book, yet even that didn't stop her from invoking semi-imaginary friendship she allegedly had with the Tailor (read: Genya- 99 % of work, her- possibly accidental 1 %).

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 "It's true that I take cases pro bono," Setting down his sheaf of papers, Aurelius paused to polish his glasses before eyeing the youth across from him.

"But the critical term is, 'for the public good.' Will you tell me what part of yours constitutes that definition?"

@bitemedotmp3 ໒꒱

[tenpages]

consume a portion of strawberry chitin

Were it not for their familiar clicking and clacking you might not have noticed your armor's NUPTIAL WINGS emerge to soak in the MOON RAYS. If they received enough power they would quickly alert a nearby RECLAMATION OPERATIVE once they connect to the SOLDIER-NET.

previous commands provided by flippyzipper(cohost)

Without any better way to dismantle the device you opt to CONSUME the armor piece in its entirety. Since being given your first set of CHITIN as a KINDERGARTNER you've been told that - in a pinch - the components could be eaten; since they're cut from reconstituted ANIMAL PROTEIN BLOCKS. As your teeth bear the brunt of its thick, layered inner plating you hope it wasn't another white lie.

Your left arm, now bare, looks UNFAMILIAR to you. The meal settles in your stomach and leaves you satisfied. Hopefully the excess of protein will be sufficient for the remaining time you have to DESTROY THE MOON.

You now have:

(1) RUPTURED set of MILITARY-GRADE STRAWBERRY CHITIN

(1) Calibrated ANTI SPACECRAFT ECLIPSE BUSTER

(3) EMERGENCY GRAIN RATIONS

(6) REMAINING PAGES

(1) RADAR DISH

What will you do?

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[sigilsins]

[ PUBLIC ] :     @zaldrizesqringaomnon, drogo and daenerys targaryen have sex in a public place ; a dothraki wedding celebration.

        — — DAENERYS' POV.

The  wedding  feast  of  her  Khal's  my  trusted  bloodrider  has  been  an  eventful,  spectacular  one,  second  in  festivities  only  to  her  own.  Now  that  time  has  passed,  watching  the  Dothraki  fight  and  fuck  so  openly  no  longer  shocks  her,  or  elicits  any  negative  feelings  in  her.  They  are  her  people  now,  and  she  enjoys  all  the  displays  her  khalasar  offers  under  the  open  skies  —  the  fires  burn,  torches  bringing  light  to  the  dim  of  night.  The  sky  is  a  canopy  of  brilliant  stars,  a  new  moon  hides  in  the  sky,  Alysanne  sat  by  her  side  as  they  watched  the  warriors  fight  for  the  women  they  wished  to  mount,  and  over  cups  of  wine...  she  had  grown  bold.

Her  lips  had  been  hovering  on  her  cousins  neck  as  she  translated  some  Dothraki  for  Lysa...  and  the  Daenerys'  mouth  settles  more  permanently,  and  intimately.  Amusing  herself  withinitially  tentative,  explorative  kisses  on  Alysannes  neck,  setting  her  cup  down  and  resting  her  hand  on  Alysanne's  upper  thigh,  where  the  silver  khaleesi, the dragon queen,  traces  lazy  shapes  across  the  thin  fabric.  She  directs  the  Velaryons'  attention  to  the  two  women  who  were  currently  putting  on  a  display  for  the  men,  enticing  them  to  spilled  blood  and  break  bone  for  the  delight  of  having  them  both  at  once.  She  relishes  the  way  Alysanne's  eyes  are  transfixed  on  the  most  recent  erotic  showing,  the  air  is  warm  and  her  dress  is  of  a  similar  sheer,  light  material  as  she  had  worn  to  meet  Drogo;  any  more  fabric  and  Daenerys  may  have  been  sweating.  It's  such  a  mild  night,  and  it  emboldens  her  inhibitions.

Dany  knows  she's  mildly  intoxicated;  feeling  giddy  and  bolder  than  she  usually  is.  It's  thrilling  to  be  out  in  the  open,  though  not  the  centre  of  attention  to  anyone  —  save  for  her  khal,  who's  dark  eyes  have  settled  on  the  two  women  and  is  causing  goosebumps  to  rise  on  Daenerys'  skin.  On  occasion  she  meets  his  gaze and it doubles the heat flooding her body,  but  it  is  Alysanne  who  has  her  attention, and who is causing her to act this way.  "You  can  tell  me  to  stop,"  a soft whisper, rough with need, Daenerys  cups  the  back  of  Lysa's  neck,  giving  her  a  moment  to halt  so  if the idea of  exhibitionism  is  too  much  for  her  ...  she  doesn't,  and  Daenerys  draws  her  in  for  a  deep,  sweet-wine  flavoured,  searching  &  heady  kiss  —  the  kind  of  kiss  usually  reserved  for  private  moments. They're semi reclining back against stacks of pillows, bodies turned inward to each other, and Dany grips Lysa's thigh to hike it up so it drapes over her and almost hooks over her hip. P ale fingers splay open-handed over her cousins thigh, greedy fingers wrapping to brush against the lower curve of Alysanne's ass, Daenerys sucks Lysa's lower lip into her mouth, biting at the soft petal and then running her tongue over the little bite.

[veilxstars]

For: Iris Proctor | @sablexsage Location: Cardinal Hill Trick and Treating Event: Halloween 1990 Character: Marisol

The Halloween night air was filled with laughter and music, crackling with the energy of hidden intentions and whispered secrets. Cardinal Hill’s streets were awash in revelers, laughing and weaving their way through the misty night. The evening was perfect—nearly everyone disguised in costume, faces obscured, voices masked. Yet, for one pair, the costumes were more than fitting: Marisol Hargrove, shrouded in a long coat and a houndstooth deerstalker hat, had transformed into Sherlock Holmes, and by her side, her partner in subterfuge for the evening, Iris Proctor, was dressed as her faithful Watson.

In the soft glow of lanterns and twinkling street lights, Marisol leaned against the rail of the gazebo, her gaze lingering on Iris as the noise of the crowd faded to background static. A smirk played on her lips, one gloved finger tapping the side of her lips as she assessed the woman.

"I daresay, Watson," she murmured, her voice low enough that only Iris could hear, "the question is - how long we can evade the suspicions of these good townsfolk?"

Her eyes glittered, half-hidden beneath the brim of her hat, and she reached out, adjusting the edge of Iris's waistcoat—a touch that lingered just a moment too long, as always. Marisol could hardly resist the thrill of these secretive moments shared, hidden in plain sight, where even the simplest adjustment meant something.

Marisol’s gaze softened as she looked down the cobbled path, where Iris’s children dashed from house to house, their candy bags filling with each cheerful exchange. In the night air, their laughter rang out, high and sweet, cutting through the fog that settled low across Cardinal Hill. She watched one of the children race back to show off their latest prize—a caramel apple, almost too big to carry.

"Now, keep a sharp eye out,” Marisol said to the children, voice laced with warmth, “there are toll collectors who look for children with full bags of candy - we must continue our hunt for more and more candy just in case we need to give some to the toll collector." She looked at Iris and winked. "You'll be right here with me, won't you, Doctor,” she added with a sly smile. "As we continue trick and treating?"

[winterreigned]

writing in sansa's hotd for the queue and realizing , yahhh she totally has lady (direwolves are south of the wall still). and bc no one had to kill her so soon into her life , sansa actually has the ability to develop her warging skills. how freaaaaking cool , now i wanna write in this verse more.

[rozyrne]

continued.

ETIE, HUH? THE NAME BRINGS TO MIND the muscular girl he'd usually spot in the training grounds, serious expression on her face and making two-hundred squats look like a walk in the park. he'd always regarded her with some mixture of admiration and envy, as a fellow retainer for a royal family. . . and maybe just a little bit of anxiety. hard to ignore the impression she gave off, after all.

so turns out she was really good at flowers, huh. . . he'd never've thought.

as they start walking toward the meadows that strew the island on its south-facing side, he listens happily to alfred's gentle answers. roses are a pretty standard pick, but they make plenty of sense for someone like him——he's sure he's seen one or two pinned to the prince's outfit before, both in and out of battle. and red ones are supposed to be the most heartfelt expression of emotions to match their deep and vibrant color, right? prince alfred's always seemed like the sincere and honest kind.

there's a piece taking shape in his head at the thought, and he almost misses the other's return question; though it's not much of an issue when the prince continues onto the second part of what he'd asked a beat later.

" ' outside of what we're given? ' " rosado suddenly parrots, confusion clouding interest for a second as steps slow. "what do you mean?" the ' if ' statement wasn't what he'd been expecting ; the thought that this could be anything but a fun getaway hadn't even crossed his mind.　/　@floreix

[jwyoungforever]

🍷  to  join  my  muse  at  the  table  after  they're  stood  up.

— WE  MEET  AT  LAST!

Wooyoung couldn't believe this was happening right now. More than an hour, and a handful of drinks, had passed since he arrived for his date who had apparently decided to not show up. He didn't know how to feel — angry at them for standing him up, or angry at himself for being stupid enough to fall for their empty promises. Not to mention this was rather humiliating and he was pretty sure he'd go home and cry later on, but he may as well eat and drink while he was here.

He was on his third or fourth glass of wine while munching on some bread sticks when someone approached. For a moment, he wondered if his date had a change of heart and came, but when he saw the stranger standing there, his jaw almost dropped and he barely managed to say hello. He watched as they took a seat across from him. Had he looked that pathetic that even someone like them felt pity on him? Well, he wasn't about to complain. Especially when they made his would-be date pale in comparison

When he realized he'd probably been staring too long, he cleared his throat and sat up straight in his seat. "Um, so... are you here to rescue me from looking like a total idiot?"

[stromuprisahat]

I like to think that despite his sunshine behaviour, fedyor is just as much as, if not more of, a mean asshole as Ivan(is he really or is it just Alina's biased pov?). But while Ivan wears his grumpy nature obviously, fedyor is nice because he knows how mean he can be

Well, in books we never really get to know him. He's kind and patient in Shadow and Bone, confusing in Siege and Storm. The sunshine personality is a matter of the show, where we get a glimpse of the steel under the surface too:

He has his ruthless moment in second book too, although it gets lost in all that validation of Alina's attitudes:

As for Ivan- he's open, loyal and mistrustful, that's why Alina hates him. He's the first person to ask the question Alina's avoiding thinking about- how did she hide her abilities? Where Alina's more than willing to accept comfortable lies, he's requiring truth and solutions. He isn't willing to treat Alina in kid gloves before and certainly not after her escapes. That's why she sees him as a bully.

He wants her to face consequences of her own actions just like everyone else has to.

[terastarst0rm]

ARE YOU THE TERAPAGOS?!

OH MY GOD

MY TERRY WOULD LOVE TO MEE-

TERA LUMII!

Welp. You herd em

:D

HI

[skzdarlings]

i re-read sharing a bed series and had to drop by to thank you for writing & posting it, that series is the best thing happened to mankind. especially the han jisung one omg 😩🤭 (+ the second hand embarrassment while reading the Chan one 😭 )

ahhh thank you so so much for messaging! that was my first series and it was so fun, it’s such a good trope, and the Han one was one of my favourites for sure 🤭 im so happy you liked it! thank you! 💕

[phntm-s]

Samantha “Sam” Manson — She/Bat/Casket — Fem Cupiosexual Asexual Biromantic — afab — otherkin slight transID — radqueer — < P , D , T 3

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Boundaries;; Ask to;; touch, flirt, DM, giving nicknames, call (Andre and Danny are the only exceptions to that.) I’m alright with;; joking insults, talking about drama, using tone indicators, being tagged in things, being vented to. Please don’t;; make sex jokes regarding me, spam me unless I know you personally, tell me you love me unless i know you personally, mess with my hair (Exceptions: Paulina, Danny, Andre, Tucker, Daniella.)

[absolventiia]

/ @virtueheld , alicent + aurane ( cont. )

aurane's jaw clenches with his mother's bluntness, but he truly expected nothing less. she was not one to lie to her children, underneath any circumstances. " YES, of course. the king's needs must be met before my own. " there is no mocking in his voice -- there is, in fact, a lack of emotion. perhaps aurane has learned from the best. " if we are speaking honestly, MOTHER --, " the younger of the twins takes a sip of his wine, mouth souring. " it feels as though you have been doing much to IGNORE me. or anyone other than aegon. but. . . " gods, was speaking his mind to his mother this DIFFICULT ? he and aegon share much in common, and one of those was always their love and attentiveness of alicent ; he feared disappointing her more than most things in life.

it is a FATAL FLAW, perhaps, because aurane cannot hold her eye contact for long ; he must look away, must defer to her wants. he feels his stomach twist. " . . . if aegon has need of me, i shall be at council tomorrow. though i believe i will have little to offer. " and this was the truth. aurane knows little of warfare, of best tactics. he knew what he was taught in his lessons, but those memories had long since been replaced with drink, with brothels and women. he had a feeling, however, that alicent was not needing this of him. she wanted him to SUPPORT AEGON ; to be his continued and consistent SHADOW -- and aurane was very gifted at that.

[veilxstars]

For: Shira | @numberoneradioheadfan Location: The Hargrove Mansion Character: Marisol Time: Post-Halloween

The morning sun streamed softly through the mist, illuminating the Hargrove mansion, a striking silhouette against the autumn sky. Marisol stood at the ornate entrance, the rich wood of the door intricately carved with floral motifs that echoed the lush gardens just beyond. She had invited Shira to Widow’s Wail, curious if the young woman would take her up on the offer.

As she waited, Marisol took a moment to appreciate the mansion’s inviting charm. Inside, the air was warm, perfumed with the scent of dried herbs and the faintest hint of something sweet—perhaps a lingering trace of last night’s potions. Richly decorated, the interior was filled with plush fabrics in deep greens and burgundies, accented by delicate lace and gold trimmings.

Marisol’s gaze drifted toward the grand windows, where the gardens spread out in a vibrant tapestry of color. Each bloom seemed to beckon, an invitation to explore the secrets hidden among the foliage. She smiled to herself, wondering what Shira would think of this place—a sanctuary of magic and femininity, where every detail whispered of power and mystery.

Just then, she heard footsteps on the path, and her heart quickened with anticipation. Would Shira embrace the opportunity to learn, to delve into the depths of magic that the Hargrove mansion held? Marisol took a deep breath, ready to welcome her into this world where she could weave spells and brew potions -- Marisol had wanted a student... Lorraine had always denied her, but now she had permission, and it was her turn to share the knowledge she had learned from the three witches who had raised her, and from the woman she called mother.

“Ah, there you are,” she called out, her voice smooth and inviting. “Welcome to Widow’s Wail. I’m glad you were brave enough to come.”

[havenhawthorne]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @noahsinclaxr -- 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩

"As weird as it is sometimes that you and I are even old enough to drink sometimes - or well, I guess that I'm old enough to join you - I have to say, you make it hard to resist that wine." Haven laughed, taking a bite of the cheddar cheese that was on a platter in front of them, lifting her own sample glass as she sniffed it, juding the flavor based strictly off the smell itself. Haven wasn't sober by all means; she wasn't exactly an alcoholic at least not in her mind, but she was also in a stage in her life where she was doing her best to indulge in less alcohol, especially when she had a say so. It helped that the red wine that her older brother was indulging in was a pinot grigio, one of Haven's favorites. "Also, I feel like a celebration is in order. If i was drinking wine I'd have a glass with you, but.." she shrugged. "Two under two, huh? You guys are doing everything you can to make me work harder." she playfully winked at her older brother.

[sable-hart]

eschatclcgy

Walker's dark ears prick forward as he notices the delay in her response.

His curious and open expression is colored briefly by concern, before he shifts back into work mode.

"I can provide more than one kinda company, darlin'," he says warmly, and he can't help a chuckle at the multiple ways that's true.

He's had an unusually slow day so he lets his heart take the wheel over his wallet. He leans in, joining the woman against the bartop and mirroring her position.

"I'm Walker," he says, tipping the brim of his hat politely with his free hand.

"If you'll forgive me, you look about as low as a snake's belly in a wagon rut. I got me two good ears-" He pauses, considering his partial deafness, and corrects himself.

"I Got the one good ear, at least, and you're welcome to fill it."

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Oh dear; perhaps Sable has more of a type than she thinks. She does find it hard to resist a surprising gentleness from behind a grizzled face. Of course the sensible thing would be to tell him, firmly but politely, that the offer is appreciated but unnecessary, and it's time for him to move on. But he holds her gaze, and speaks patiently in a voice of bourbon and honey, and Sable feels that urge disintegrate.

"Sable," she introduces herself in turn, faintly amused by the hat tipping and the cowboy talk. Is this who he really is, she wonders, or just a persona that he puts on for the punters? "You'll think I'm a cliche. Sitting alone at a bar feeling sad about my ex-husband." It feels pathetic even to say it. The reality is complex, but if she boils it right down to the basics? That's what's going on. Difficult to take pride in herself, to see herself as a strong and dignified Councillor, when she sits here nursing a glass of wine moping about a man who broke her heart years ago. @eschatclcgy