#Erawan

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Throne Of Glass characters - Artist: inkfaeart

[what-about-elvenis]

Warning this post has triggers for SA and forced pregnancy. So if you don't want to read please don't.

This is about acotar

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This is a very very dark theory about Elain. What if Elain makes a deal with koschei. To become human again. He makes her human. She rejects the bond with Lucien.

Goes back to Graysen. Graysen gets a redemption arc. He knew they couldn't be together because of her immortality.

So they end up together and married. Koschei tricked Elain. Sorta of like the spell he has on the women and Vassa.

She stays human for maybe a couple months.

Koschei comes back to collect Elain.

Graysen dies trying to protect her. His entire house gets sacrificed by koschei.

Koschei takes Elain to the lake. Where it's revealed he is orcus.

He's breeding the women. Erawan did that with the yellowlegs witches.

Creating monsters. The women are fae, human, and witches. Or acotar witches.

It's going to be very dark from here. Elain is forced to have his child. Which is a monster. Kinda what happened with the witches in tog universe.

Lucien who hasn't given up on Elain. He can see spells. So he knows she was tricked.

Helion's been training him. This is after Beron dies and Lucien finds out the truth.

Vassa and the other women trapped with Elain try to come up with ways to destroy koschei.

They figure out he's not from their world. His brother mantyx joins him. They needed Elain's blood to open a gate. Though still trapped in the lake.

We see some women becoming like kaltain.

I think she actually may make an appearance as a ghost.

Appearing to Feyre and Nesta.

Koschei tries to trick Elain again. By trying to make her leave the lake. She refuses because he and his brother will unleash themselves on her world.

Now granted this is very dark. Throne of glass was.

Elain and all the women plan on unleashing shadowfire.

This probably won't happen because of the assault happening.

[whatreallyhappenedinbudapest]

friendly reminder:

dorian outsmarted both maeve and erawan despite both said godlike figures being within helping distance of each other.

even aelin couldn't. aelin.

[wgm-beautiful-world]

THE ERAWAN MUSEUM - THAILAND

[sarahnotjmaas]

Kingdom of Ash

Struggling to get into this one

Awww Rowan and aelins babies

This book feels like all my sweet babies are grown up 😭

Omfg is Yrene pregnant?? Is this the book they all have babies? Idk if I’m gonna like that

Dorian is gonna learn how to shift!! Wait last fall? This all happened so fast! 8 books of drama in like two years?? Jesus

I’m 100 pages in and needing more!! The last two books ended with so much action to be had it feels like nothing is happening!

Okay Manon is looking for a way to connect with the Cochran and her great grandma literally told her ‘we got our fire cuz Brannon GALATHYNIYS gave it to our queen your great great great great great grandma’ and you’re literally allied with Aelin Galathynius….. I read that and said ‘whoop there it is’

Yay Aelin is back!! Taking her scars is FUCCKKKED

I have been slacking on note taking but I’m like 400 pages in now and Aelin and Yrene finally met!!!!! I’m so ready for Aelin to start kicking ass again!

Oh and I hope Lysandra is okay….

So many story lines finally coming together!

Queen of witches🥹

Okay I’m getting sick of Aelin not using her power!! People are DYING Aelin! Get it together miss ma’am

When is it gonna be revealed that Elide had dope powers? I know it’s gonna happen

Okay Elide your man just got cut down, now would be the time to be a powerful badass

What a stupid reason for Aelin to not be using her powers. You’re literally at war lol

Manon and Dorian always get me!!! Ugh she loves him and just wants him to stay and not sacrifice himself!! Me toooooo!!

Forget any bad thing I’ve ever said about Elide and Lorcan, they’re precious 😭😭😭

Why doesn’t Yrene use the tower to cure all the valg

Don’t ask me why I go over huge plot points and don’t feel the need to document my emotions but Lorcan gives Elide a foot rub and I’m 😯🤭📝✍️ But seriously me too girl, a man giving you a foot rub is sensual as hell iykyk lol

The way that could’ve been so hot and SJM just blue balls the shit out of the reader. It’s fine I’m fine. She just got my heart racing just to go into one of Aelin’s fucked up nightmares 👍🏻 cool cool cool

Aelin and Dorian have all 3 word keys…

No one has died yet and I don’t want anyone to!!! I’m so scared I have 250 pages left, I know what feelings are coming for me I just don’t know why yet wait did Dorian learn how to use portals from Maeve!?!? Could he transport the army. My boy is the most powerful mf in the books

Not Abraxos. Bitch I’ll throw this book out the window. PETRAH!!!!! Bitch that was So badass fuck Iskra

Wtf!!!!! The entire 13!?!? No I fucking can’t wtf!!! Seriously what the fuck

Waaaahh😭Dorian and Chaol

They’re not wasting time on a vote… really?

I’m hyperventilating reading this unfold. Please don’t kill Dorian or Aelin for this stupid gate

‘My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and I will not be afraid’ WAAAAAAHH 😭

The king saving Dorian and telling Aelin her parents are proud 🥲 I’m not ok

Snow capped mountains under shining stars. Where A winged Fae male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. 👀👀👀👀

Wow Rhys saved her

Chapter 100 wow I’m so proud of myself

So quick recap: Stones are gone no longer in play and gate is shut meaning erawan can’t ever return to his brothers of bring them to him. BUT he and maeve are still strong scary muthafuckas who have like 100k soldiers a bunch of witches and 6 spider fuckers cool 👍🏻

Oh no Murtaugh

It’s about time Lysandra and Aedion! You’ve literally lived eachother for like 4 books now

Aelin has missed her entire war. It’s literally her war on her land and she’s been absent for like all of it.. I’m glad she saved Anielle but her own home needed her weeks ago

Darrow naming Evangeline his heir got me all teary eyed and shit

Omfg Gavriel!!!! No no no why do I even read SJM books they just hurt me

All the battle scenes are so bleak, they’re getting smeared in this war!! I don’t see how they’re going to pull through tbh I’m waiting for a big Aelin scheme but idk if I can take another 100+ pages of them getting they butts whooped

Ugh ‘And she will not be afraid’ that’s gonna stick with me forever

I’m so close! They did it! Chaols reading a letter from his mom and his wife literally saved the world 😭

I’m unwell.

[shallyne]

This or That TOG character edition

We are playing a game, I give you two characters and you're choosing one. Comment or reblog your answers

Aelin or Manon

Rowan or Fenrys

Elide or Yrene

Lorcan or Aedion

Maeve or Erawan

Nesryn or Chaol

Dorian or Lysandra

Nehemia or Kaltain

Gavriel or Sam

Ansel or Rolfe

[mneiaifics]

Throne of Glass Fic: A Gift for Ideas

Ship: Dorian Havilliard/Erawan

Summary: Instead of offering up herself to Erawan, Maeve gives him something far more tempting. Dark Kingdom of Ash Morath arc AU.

Warning: Mind Manipulation

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“Can Erawan be seduced by anyone?”

He could have sworn disgust flitted over her pale face before she said, “He can.”(1)

Dorian stared at himself in the mirror, relying on his magic to keep his pulse steady, breathing even. The black robes Maeve had set upon him were lovely, contrasting with the bronze of his skin, which itself she had suggested dusting with a fine sparkle.

“You hand me over and gain more of his favor while I gain enslavement,” he muttered, feeling more like a courtesan than a king.

“I have spoken to him more since first we met, his motivations are not so simple. And he has not seen this version of yourself, has not witnessed what you are becoming. He will be most pleased, enough that you can keep your will.”

Fool that he was, he had assumed up until the last moment that Maeve meant to seduce Erawan. “He has little interest in Queens,” she had dropped, as she proffered the garment woven from her own magic.

“I would think he had little interest in humans,” he had replied, then stalled at her answer.

“Oh, come now, we both know why that won’t matter in your case.”

Now, he tugged one last time on a piece of jewelry Maeve had adorned him with and stood from the vanity. He hid a grimace, looking himself over once more, before following her out of the room.

The plan was reckless, hopeless, suicidal. Erawan hated him, had every reason to shove another collar on him and keep him as a mindless pet. Or, at least, he’d more or less confirmed that when Dorian had posed as Vernon. As long as someone kept the keys from Erawan, kept him from reuniting with his brothers, he would hate them.

That Maeve insisted differently should mean nothing.

But they needed his key. They needed into Erawan’s tower.

”You know who I am, what I am. Tell him I have come, with a gift.”(2)

One of the guards broke off and entered the tower, returning soon after. Dorian had only moments to second guess the plan again before the door opened. The wind and rancid smell hit Dorian all at once, forcing him to brace himself with his magic, cold wrapped around his core.

“We have a meeting tomo–” Erawan cut himself off when he realized Maeve was not alone. His nostrils flared, his oily power reached out to encompass Dorian, poking and prodding, as if searching for how to break n spell set upon a servant. “A marvelous illusion, sister, I was not aware you were so well-acquainted with this one.”

Dorian looked at Maeve, who had something like triumph glittering in her eyes. She set her hand on his head, leaning close so her lips were brushing his cheek. He gave a flicker of his eyes away from her, a hint of disgust at the intimacy that he knew Erawan would spot.

“Dorian,” he breathed, lips stretching into a sharp smile. “Here to return to your proper place?”

He tilted his head up, to the side, a move that both looked like he was focusing on Erawan and moving away from Maeve’s touch. “I have…overestimated the grace that certain individuals are capable of giving.”

This was no different than the excuses he’d fed Maeve and he knew she believed them, but she didn’t know him. Perrington had known Dorian all his life, might see through him where a stranger, even one with access to his mind, might not.

Instead, Erawan gave him a knowing look. “We tried so hard to warn you, but you always did have to learn things the hard way, didn’t you?” He held out a hand with a graceful swoop of his arm, palm upward in offer. “What a gracious gift, sister. I will enjoy it to its fullest.”

Dorian set his hand in Erawan’s, saw Maeve begin to speak, and then he was through the door, which was already closed behind them. Erawan encouraged him to follow, never releasing his hold on Dorian’s hand, his magic encircling him like some constricting serpent, though wary of the sharp edges of ice within him.

“It is so difficult, forced to ally with those we can never trust, isn’t it, little king?”

“Then why do it? She’s not much use anymore, is she? She reached too far and lost her own kingdom.”

“She’s insufferable, but she is family.”

They reached a bedroom. It was…just a bedroom. Nothing wicked or magical. Most importantly, no collars that Dorian could spy. It felt like Erawan, though, like darkness and death, and a Wyrdkey as well.

He’d been right. It was here.

Now he just had to find it and somehow get out of there with it.

Erawan’s grip on his hand changed and he brought it up to his lips, brushing over the back of it. The cool touch of the smooth skin made Dorian shiver, an odd feeling resonating within him.

“I am surprised you wish to deal with me. When Maeve first informed me, I thought it was naught but a trap.” Dorian raised his eyebrows, meeting Erawan’s stare with a look he hoped was every bit as cruel as the Valg could give.

“If you had faced me as an enemy, I would tear you apart, leave the tattered remains of you to the princes for their fun,” Erawan breathed the words as if they were meant to be seductive. “But here you are, voluntarily returning, admitting your foolishness.” He reeled Dorian in with his hand, their fronts pressed together. “A child must be allowed to make mistakes, after all.”

“You collared me,” Dorian reminded, barely managing to keep his temper.

Erawan scoffed. “Your father did that. If I had been there, I would have taken my time with you, made sure to educate you as you needed. But your time with an occupant wasn’t without its benefits, was it? You learned so very much…about pain, about pleasure, didn’t you?”

The memories came unbidden, his mental walls slipping just enough for Erawan to glance within and know he was right, that some part of him had broken under the prince’s attention. His power leaked into the room, hints of frost forming on the windows.

A noise sounded from nearby–the bed, Dorian realized, eyes widening as he spotted the outline of a human form. “Here I thought you’d want me to yourself,” he managed.

“Oh, Dorian, don’t be jealous. You outshine that creature.” Erawan slipped around him, pressing his chest to Dorian’s back, and encouraged him to step towards the bed.

There was a woman, frail and hollowed out, her arm pulsing with dark veins. She resembled Kaltain, he thought, her dark hair cascading about her like a halo, though her skin must have been darker at some point before growing pale as death. A collar rested around her neck, gleaming with hideous intent up at Dorian.

She had the Wyrdkey within her.

He would need to distract Erawan long enough to slice it from her arm and flee.

“Maeve made it sound as though you were uninterested in women.”

Erawan chuckled, cool breath brushing against Dorian’s ear and making him shiver. “It’s just a human, Dorian, I have found some idle enjoyment in its body, but no more than any toy could give me.”

He glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of those golden eyes. “And I? Am I not also simply a human toy?”

“You still haven’t realized it, have you?” He was spun around, pushed back, his knees buckling as they hit the bed and suddenly he was sitting on it, beside the woman, Erawan looming over him. “You’re so beautiful, Dorian. I had always wondered why you captured my attention so often, despite myself.”

Dorian went as he was pushed further onto the bed, worried at Erawan’s mood. He watched as long, manicured fingers reached out, picking up a lock of the woman’s limp hair and sliding through it.

“Dark haired and so willful under their obedient demeanor,” Erawan murmured, “but never who I truly wanted.”

The odd thrumming inside of Dorian contrasted with the sickness building in the pit of his stomach. Erawan had known him since he was a babe, Dorian himself was only a few years into his majority, had he truly been lusting after him for so long?

“I hope you do not think I will allow you to shove a wyrdkey under my flesh.”

Erawan dropped the woman’s hair, attention fully focused on Dorian. “Have no fear, little king, my plans involve no pain you will not enjoy.”

He would counter that, would claim he wanted no pain at all, but he wasn’t sure if Erawan would somehow see through the lie. Or perhaps all Valg, and their descendants, enjoyed such things, as he and Manon had.

“Do you want it? Do you want me?” Erawan was looming over him, so close to real touches, and the shadows of the room seemed to surge around them until Dorian couldn’t even notice the other person there.

“Please,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Please, Erawan.”

Even Valg had their weaknesses, watching Dorian beg him certainly spurred Erawan onward, their mouths crashing together. His nails felt sharper, tearing into Dorian’s skin, and he responded on instinct, biting harshly. Oily Valg blood filled his mouth and he had to fight not to gag. Erawan did not move away and Dorian breathed harshly through his nose until he couldn’t anymore, until he had to swallow.

It felt slimy, sliding down his throat, heavy and cold in his belly, but he was quickly distracted by Erawan’s wandering hands.

The passion igniting inside of him didn’t feel like he’d had before, he could not describe it in terms of lust or fire. Instead it was a rightness, a clawing need from the deepest pits of himself as Erawan licked the blood from the cuts he’d made before continuing lower, taking all of Dorian in his mouth.

His orgasm, when it came, was no relief, he needed more, his own fingers twisted into talons as he grasped at Erawan, begging in earnest. And Erawan gave, taking him with such exquisite pain that Dorian forgot it wasn’t pleasure.

He lost track of time, if days had passed outside the room he would have no way of knowing. There was only Erawan, whose body twisted between what Dorian could see and what he could perceive, who shoved torn fingers into Dorian’s mouth so he could suckle at the blood that dripped from them, who filled Dorian in every way, over and over again.

When their coupling was finally over, Dorian lying sprawled across Erawan’s body, he spared a thought to Maeve and if she’d really not known to warn him.

“She would not, she never allowed my brother so close,,” Erawan assured him, and it took Dorian long moments to realize he was responding to a thought and not spoken words.

He sucked in a sharp breath, stretching out the senses that were beyond the physical, finding the sheets of ice that protected his mind…and a crack bored through them, a perfect indentation shaped just for Erawan to access.

He’d filled his mind, too, at the end, stroking him to greater pleasure.

With full access to his thoughts, his memories, Dorian realized with a tinge of horror what that meant.

Erawan smiled at him, his soft amusement filtering through the bond he’d forced into place. “I will retrieve the other keys in the morn. You will face no punishment for a plan that you could have never carried through. My dear sister, though, perhaps needs a firmer hand before I return her to my brother.”

Even with the threat to his somewhat-ally, Dorian couldn’t force himself to worry, not with the lazy contentment that Erawan now enforced in his mind. It was better, he thought, then what Maeve would surely do in his thoughts. And so very much better than a collar, than being a passenger in his own body.

Beside them, the human let out a distressed groan, but they both ignored it, Dorian fading into sleep as Erawan stroked a hand through his hair, whispering of the wonders of his homeworld that Dorian would soon experience.

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I didn't even know where I was going with this until I got there lol I had about three or four other endings I had thought of, but this was the one that got written.

The title comes from a Maeve quote, chapter 73 of Kingdom of Ash, "The collars are one of his more brilliant creations. Neither of his brothers was clever enough to come up with it. But Erawan—he always had a gift for ideas."

(1) Direct quote, Chapter 73 (2) Slightly changed quote, Chapter 73

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Erawan waterfall in Kanchanaburi province, Thailand.

Kanchanaburi vlog

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The Erawan Museum, Bangkok, Thailand.

[rainingriversofyou]

Erawan, Maeve, Arobynn, Cairn, Duke Perrington & King Havilliard

Throne Of Glass / Artist: @madschofield

[what-about-elvenis]

This will be my second poll. Elain with villains crack ships.

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August is Psoriasis Awareness Month

Every once in a while, I would say once a year really, as Psoriasis awareness month rolls, I switch from art to write about something that impacts me personally, Psoriasis. My Psoriasis got really bad after I had metal screws put in my heel after surgery, which did get a lot better after I had an additional surgery to take 3 of them out, but during the course of these last 2 years I’ve tried 3…

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Beautiful stained glass ceiling of the Erawan Museum in Bangkok, THAILAND

[acourtofquestions]

A formal apology to my Libby annotations for my foul mouthed reaction to this line/passage😅😂

"You seem remarkably calm for a king who's just been declared a traitor to his crown and robbed of his throne."

Dorian was glad he was in the process of sitting down.

Rowan lifted a brow. "According to whom?"

"According to the messengers who arrived yesterday," Rolfe said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. "Duke Perrington—or should I call him King Perrington now?—issued a decree, signed by the majority of Adarlan's lords and ladies, naming you, Majesty, an enemy to your kingdom, and claiming that he liberated Rifthold from your claws after you and the Queen of Terrasen slaughtered so many innocents this spring. It also claims that any ally"—a nod toward Rowan-"is an enemy. And that you will be crushed under his armies if you do not yield."