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aelinbitch-archive · 5 years

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so annoying when antis blame aelin for nehemia’s fridging. like it was a racialized death for sure ... but aelin didn’t kill her or cause her death. completely the fault of SJM. and aelin antis are no better, using Nehemia as a tool to put down aelin rather than appreciating her and her character. in all their nehemia lives AUs, she’s just there to conveniently take down aelin and it’s all about aelin and how awful she is, instead of being ab nehemia and her canonical characterization. ugh

Agreed, for the most part. Honestly I tend to do my best to not judge anyone for their reaction to Nehemia’s death because it…. sucked……. SO bad. And I think it’s a valid reason to not want to read about Aelin anymore. Like if you’re a young woc reading tog and you get to that part of com and you need to react like “Fuck celaena fuck sjm fuck these books nehemia is alive in my head I Don’t Know Anyone Named Aelin” to cope with the oppressive bullshit you just read… valid. Completely valid. Because the reality is that Nehemia was fridged to further Aelin’s storyline specifically.

However. If that was the extent of it there wouldn’t be any flaws in this discourse, and there… are.

For one: yes, what you said. People’s inability (and lack of any desire) to separate Aelin from SJM is one of the most grind-your-teeth, rip-out-your-hair obnoxious things about all of tog discourse. A character does not fridge another character - the author does that. You can’t sensibly call Aelin racist - meaning that her character, in-book, displays prejudice towards poc. There is… no evidence for this. SJM is the one who should get shit for Nehemia’s death (and she really should), not Aelin’s character specifically (although like I said above, it’s still understandable if you don’t want to read about her because of it).

(And on the flip side of that same coin, if people were genuinely committed to discussing the various characters’ in-book responsibility for Nehemia’s death, one Mr. Chaol “literally textually responsible for it” Westfall should be at the center of the discussion, and obviously as an an/ti darling, he isn’t.)

Second, the whole tog fridging discussion on this website is so clearly biased against Aelin’s character specifically that it often negates any positive, clarifying, or rectifying impact it otherwise might have had. It’s been my experience that that roughly 95% of “An/ti Tog” people love Dorian Havilliard. Which is… interesting. Because using Nehemia’s death as a talking point doesn’t make sense to me if you condemn Aelin’s character for SJM’s choice to kill off Nehemia but not Dorian’s character for SJM’s choice to kill off Sorscha. Because it’s the same shitty situation: a woman of color was fridged for a white character. And it’s not that I’ve never seen anyone bring up Sorscha’s fridging, or even acknowledge that Dorian was the one whose narrative benefitted from her death, it’s that I’ve never seen anyone use it as an an/ti Dorian talking point the way Nehemia’s death is used as an an/ti Aelin one. Nehemia’s death fuels an/ti aelin sentiment specifically, while Sorscha’s death just fuels an/ti tog sentiment in general. You have to admit there’s a discrepancy there.

Third, I’ve written before about how people ~use~ Nehemia’s death in their meta in… inappropriate ways. For, like, the third time this week (omg), I hate to quote my own writing like a complete narcissist, but the gist of it is:

“I really can’t stand diehard “an/ti tog” people (who made it all the way through com and hof without having a problem!) who bring up [Nehemia’s] death as a way to lazily justify the extreme level of pettiness (and frankly nastiness) they exhibit towards other, completely unrelated aspects of the series. Because that’s a pretty fucking serious issue you’re encroaching upon to make a subjective opinion like “rowaelin is annoying” into a ~political~ statement.

Especially if you only ever bring up her death as a completely inappropriate way to give your other opinions credibility, and ESPECIALLY if you then turn around pretend like you’re somehow morally superior for said opinions when they’re basically “aelin-is-a-bitch-and-it’s-somehow-her-fault-malide-isn’t-canon-chaol-deserved-better-I-hate-rowan.”

(Like… if you gave CoM five stars and only began to have a problem two whole books later when Aelin broke up with Chaol and you needed it to further your agenda then that’s. Hmm).

Fourth (and lastly, because I did not intend for this response to get so long), I want to scream the last part of your ask from the rooftops!! Don’t claim that all of your an/ti sentiment stems from love of Nehemia when you never actually talk about Nehemia herself! It’s so clearly all about Aelin and (relating back to point three) people so clearly only value Nehemia for her use as woke-sauce to drizzle all over their an/ti Aelin opinions. Which just ends up reinforcing the idea of Nehemia as a prop rather than a person instead of fighting against it, which is the supposed goal.

The other day I saw this one-star goodreads review of koa that was like “celery/alien should have stayed locked in the iron coffin forever and nehemia should be alive frolicking with chaol and dorian through the forest.” And while I have to marvel in awe at the creativity of an/ti aelin nicknames (stunningly good, hello) that review was sooo bs to me on sooo many levels. Like first of all, yes! Great job being woqué! Saying you want a fictional teenage girl to die a violent death because you don’t like her? Very very socially aware, well done. Second of all, don’t you dare insult Nehemia Ytger by headcanoning her as best friends with Chaol and fucking Dorian!!! She canonically does not fuck with them. Like how insulting to group the princess of a colonized country with the respective prince and captain of the empire that destroyed said country?? Chaol’s actions serving Adarlan as captain of the guard quite literally lead to her death and the only regret he ever felt over it was that it ruined his relationship with Celaena why the fuck would Nehemia be frolicking with that man in a fucking forest. And no, the fact that Chaol hates and mistrusts your least favorite character, who actually happens to be another princess from a colonized country trying to save her people from Chaol’s people, is not a good enough answer to that question.

#not putting those slashes to be salty and annoying i just don't want it to show up in the tags lol #long post #racism /#greatest hits: hot takes

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illyrian-wing-sensitivity · 7 years

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ToG ACoTaR crossover- A Court of Storms and Midnight -Chapter 1

Loose retelling of ACOMAF but Aelin is Feyre.

What if Rhys was trying to win the heart of the broken and damaged Aelin?

Rhysand has just rescued Aelin Galathynius from marrying her psychotic fiancé in the Spring Court. Coupled with the loss of her best friend, the princess from the Summer Court, Nehemiah, Aelin is damaged and broken. All Rhys wants to do is help her, but her fiery personality is getting in the way of any progress

Caution: a lot of cursing (I mean, it’s Aelin)

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I slowly walked down the aisle, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. I zeroed in on Tamlin, waiting on the altar.

I can do this. I can do this.

Halfway there.

I spot a man with a large, intricately carved staff, just like her’s. Another woman, dressed in a gown just like the ones she used to wear. I still saw pieces of her everywhere, there was no escape.

I can do this. I can do this. For Tamlin.

Only a few more feet. Then my eyes landed on the rest of the Ytger family, rulers of the Summer Court. I saw her face in all of them and my feet froze. They gazed at me with a mix of sorrow and congratulations.

Nehemia. Nehemia. Nehemia.

The name sounded, like a gong in my head.

I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

Tamlin looked at me, annoyance seeping into his features. He reached his arm out to me and I retreated a step. Rage flashed across Tamlin’s handsome face.

I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

Suddenly, thunder cracked behind, like one thousand whips ripping into one thousand backs simultaneously. The sound made my blood run cold, and people began to scream. I whirled around, my assassin’s training helping me hone in on the threat with wicked speed. I suspected it might be a Valg, or some other hideous creature bred Under the Mountain, but I was instead met with Rhysand, who stood there, straightening the lapels of his jacket.

“Hello, Aelin darling,” he purred.

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sorry this one is short! I’ll try to make them longer. Please lmk if you enjoyed reading it :) and hmu if you want to get tagged in the next one

P.S.- please don’t think that I am anti- Feysand. I love Feysand with all my heart. I just thought it would be fun to see Aelin’s and Rhys’s strong personalities go head to head

@howtotameyourillyrian @sjmfeels @highlord-tarquin @highlordofthenightcourttrash @high-lord-rowan @highlady-cas @highladyofterrasen98 @officialrhysand @aelin-and-feyre @aelinfireheartarcheron @tntwme

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whaleofasale · 7 years

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The most devastating character death for me was 100% Nehemia Ytger and I honestly don't even know why like yea she was my favorite character but literally so many of my favorite characters have died before and I’m pretty positive that it was her being such a good friend to Celaena but like every time her name is mentioned in the series I start crying and it’s literally been 5 books since her death RIP me

#nehemia #nehemia ytger #throne of glass #tog #crown of midnight #empire of storms #heir of fire #queen of shadows #tower of dawn #celaena sardothien #aelin fireheart

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mayhemories · 7 years

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Braids & War Paint (Part 2)

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Rowan Whitethorn had been many places, he’s traveled to every direction, climbed a plethora of mountains, has lived in cities that are nothing more than dirt now and nothing he’s seen will compare to the wildness of Terrasen and it’s people. Wild in the fact the citizens of Terrasen have such a connection to their home, the air is cleaner when everyone cares for it. It reminded him of Mistward.

Galan Ashryver had not expected Rowan’s presence on this journey, Queen Maeve wanted to send someone wrapped in her flag, to try and “mend broken relations” between her and her kin across the sea. Rowan Whitethorn was utterly sick of Doneralle and volunteered to leave. He was so anxious to see the capital that Rowan pushed their traveling party forward with intense wind. Their horses made it in record time, apparently.

The Galathynius’ were…nice. Orlon and Rhoe were very charming, very warm to their guests- Rowan included. But it was the Terrasen Ashryver’s that surprised him, Evalin had all the same features that Galan too carried. Save for hair. Aedion Ashryver was a spitting image of Galan, though his hair was fair like his Aunt. And Gods, the two bloodlines that made Aelin Ashryver Galathynius of the Wildfire. Tall, lean, extended fae limbs. She was impeccably beautiful, she knew it too. Long golden hair, golden skin, chiseled features. She was all muscle under velvet skin… and those eyes, the Ashryver eyes of legend old, blue with the core of gold. Rowan decided that she wore those eyes the best.

As the kin talked throughout luncheon Rowan kept quiet, eating cocktail sandwiches and drinking bubbled water. He’s focus seemed to stray from the conversation a lot, his eyes wandered and they always found her again. Sometimes she would catch his gaze, smirk and return back to the conversation. Rowan has had serious lovers in the past, he’s had flings and one night stands but never has he felt the feeling of intrigue. She intrigued him, it wasn’t even in a romantic way. The way the Crown Princess conducted herself was like nothing Rowan had ever seen, her opinion was there to be heard. She laid her deck of cards for everyone too see, even a chosen warrior from a broken kin. He’s never seen so much metal strapped to a royal so casually, no Terrasen guard seemed alarmed. A belt of daggers were strapped around her waist, a golden sword at her left hip, cuffs of small knives sat snugly at her thin wrists. Rowan was taken aback by how much of his thoughts were revolving around the princess. Though, Rowan didn’t try to change his train of thought.

“Your quarters, Prince Rowan.” Rowan thanked the young maid before she quickly skited off.

They weren’t modest quarters, the bedroom was airy and decorated with whites, greys and rich greens. Rowan ran his hand across the light stone walls that reflected the sun around the room. He dropped his luggage on the dark wooden floors with a thud. A large four poster bed sat against the eastern wall, a desk, an eating table and a large armoire were placed in the room, all made out of the same dark wood. The washroom was double the size of his Doneralle one, a large tub made out of light stone that had been polished so that Rowan could see his face in it. Large basin, large mirror… everything was oversize and grand and overwhelming.

Satisfied with his new quarters, Rowan sat at the writing desk and began to pen a letter to his queen. It was a short synopsis about travel, the cities he’s seen and of course the royal family. He couldn’t have been more than two paragraphs in until a laugh like a crackling fire in the winter filled his ears, it was warm and inviting giggle that he could only peg to one woman.

Rowan ripped open the curtains by his shoulders, white doors that lead to a balcony stared back at him. Before Rowan knew what he was doing the balcony doors opened and he stepped out. No more than five feet away sat Aelin Galathynius, reading on her own balcony. Her room was directly across the way from Rowan’s. Mab, Mora and Maeve burn him.

“Hello neighbor! No one has been in that room in a long time.” The Princess said, folding a corner of her page down and placing the novel on the table near her. A massive golden hound was curled at her feat, the both of them soaking up the last few hours of the late afternoon sun.

"You might be disappointed, I have a reputation of being a bad neighbour.“ Rowan quipped, leaning against the railing. They would have to be at least sixteen levels up. They were the top, there were no other balconies overhead.

"I’ll be the judge of that. I’ve never lived in close quarters with a brooding fae warrior.” To his dismay, Rowan smirked at her charming voice…more the comment than her but the lines blur somewhere.

“I would argue that your cousin seems to be of the brooding type.” The banter flowed effortlessly between the two, she laughed again at the blow of her cousin, Aedion Ashryver, The Wolf of the Wild North.

“Wait til’ dinner, there isn’t room for two Ashryver males in this castle.” Her long legs were clothed in tight black pants, they seemed to go on for miles as she walked closer to her own railing, leaning against it, mimicking Rowan’s earlier actions.

"I don’t think I can handle a pissing contest.“

"Are you sure you won’t join in? After all, it’ll be a contest over my attention.” Rowan rolled his eyes, he forgets how young they all are; Galan, the oldest out of the bunch was a steely twenty-five, Aedion was twenty-three and Aelin was only just eighteen. He expected her to be much older. It embarrassed Rowan how little he knew of Terrasen and their rulers.

"I’m your neighbor now, aren’t I? I’ll have your attention more often.“ Aelin’s eyes burned with something Rowan hadn’t seen in a long time, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Pushing off her rail, the princess collected her book and whistled up her hound, Fleetfoot and walked to her door. Rowan stayed dead still, as if she was a doe he’d scare away. She turned and faced him at the twin of his door.

"It’s been interesting, Prince Rowan. Terrasen welcomes you.” And Rowan didn’t know whether it was him or the moment or his tiredness, but he called out to her before she crossed into her threshold of gossamer curtains.

“Rowan. Just Rowan.”

The last thing he saw was her heart cleaving smile. Rowan decided that he would own a letter to Fenrys too, let him know of the golden jewel he found in the antler crown of the Wild North.

Aelin loved fashion, adored fabrics and dresses. Just enjoyed dressing up, even when there was no real event to get dressed up for. But now, Aelin had her excuse, they had company. Important company that she should impress, Galan’s trip is very diplomatic after all. Fixing severed ties and all that… It didn’t help that a very handsome fae warrior was on her door step.

When Aelin was in Eyllwe learning more about the country she met the Crown Princess, Nehemia Ytger. Nehemia is only a year older than herself, they had become best friends instantaneously. For Aelin’s recent name day, Nehemia had sent a dress for Aelin, she was saving it for something big, but Aelin had very little self restraint.

She dressed in the emerald green of Terrasen’s forests, it was intricate dress that had been hand made for her. Chiffon that fell into small pleats, the waistband had a large metal embellishment to draw your eyes down from the ropes that held the bodice together. It was art, physical art that Aelin draped over her lean body.

Aelin’s chambermaids braided her long hair, she wore it like this when she went into battle or was training, though, she supposed, the dinning room would be as tense as a battlefield. All the lords and ladies sweating bucketloads under the gaze of Rowan Whitethorn.

“Well don’t you look devastating.” Aelin’s best friend, Lady Lysandra of Caraverre stated, linking the two girls’ arms as the walked down the winding halls to the dining room. Lysandra was a young shapeshifter who Aelin hated grotesquely when they were younger, until the battles against the Yellowlegs did Aelin and Lysandra connect. They fought side by side, for a long while Aelin suspected the carranam bond between them. Nothing came to pass besides a beautifully strong friendship.

“As do you, who are you impressing?” Lysandra had her dark locks curled and pined up in a cornet, wearing a navy embellished dress, that flowed to her ankles, her lips were painted a dark scarlet.

“I’m not impressing anyone, just causing Aedion to fall in love with me all over again.” They laughed together as the dining room’s massive oak doors opened, they were the last to arrive.

Aelin’s uncle sat at the head of the table, her parents on either side of him. To Aelin’s Dismay, Galan was sitting in the seat opposite her own, the Far prince was further down the table, near Lord Allsbrook and Lady Elide.

Aelin took her seat, and the serving began.

“You look lovely.” Galan smiled at her from across the table. She thanked him, the sound of boredom dripped off her tongue and soon after Aelin felt the little pinch on her leg, her mother retracted her hand from her thigh liked nothing happened. It was a warning Aelin had since she was a child: Play nice.

Playing nice wasn’t Aelin’s forte.

“Your journey must have been long.” Aelin stated, Galan looked almost confused that she was making direct conversation with him. She placed her elbow on the table, propping her head on her open palm.

“I-uh…yes. The ocean became very isolating.” Galen stuttered, Aelin leaned forward, almost urging him to go on without words. Her parents and her uncle’s attention were now peaked by the topic.

From the corner of her eye a certain fae prince had the tips of his sensitive ears twitching. Listening in on the blandest conversation Aelin had anything to do with, Dorian Havilliard’s cooking had more godsdamned flavour than this dinner party.

“We had an Mycenian escort off the coast of Terrasen.” Galan smiled again, his dark eyebrows shot up when doing so.

“Our precious Aelin stitched up the Terrasen ties with the Mycenians, if it weren’t for her you would’ve had no escort.” Orlon quipped, the whole table was listening now, even though the loudest noise in the room was the cutlery.

Aelin realised that Galan expected her to be…embarrassed, blushing maybe?

Smug was a better word for it, the princess leaned back in her ornate chair, she’d encouraged the talk about her, besides, ‘Aelin’ was the best topic Aelin could think of.

“Oh really, that must have been a very tense conversation.” Aelin shook her head, Galan was too much of a politician.

“I used threats and force. It wasn’t a conversation at all.”

With that statement, Aelin looked to her right, Rowan Whitethorn raised an eyebrow.

Aelin winked back.

AN: this is slow and boring but I really want to take my time with Aelin and Rowan in this fic, I’m so sorry if they seem OOC but… too late now I’m committed to this story. Yeah, The whole thing will be from alternating POV’s. Please tell me your thoughts and ideas about this fic, message me, let me know! Anyways, thank you for the support. Much love,

-El.

#throne of glass #throne of glass au #throne of glass fan fiction #throne of glass fanfiction #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #lysandra #aedion ashryver #aedion x lysandra #elide lochan #dorian havilliard #Braids & War Paint #Nehemia Ytger

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thekawaiibutterflygirl · 7 years

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I decided to do this bc I saw a post that @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks did so I just did it even though I wasn’t tagged.

This is very long but to me it didn’t seem that long, I didn’t really review it so if there are parts that you can’t hear very well, blame life bc I don’t feel like doing it all over.

Here are the questions!

Name and username

Where are you from?

Pronounce the following words: Archeon, Rhysand, Cresseida, Thesan, Rhoe Galathynius, Illyrian, Manon, Abraxos, Prythian, Lucien, Ianthe, Suriel, Bryaxis, Carridwen and Nuala, Elide, Velaris, Rowan Whitethorn, Chaol Westfall, Yrene Towers, Nehemia Ytger, Rifthold, Adarlan, Crochan, Katlain Rompier, Sorscha, Dorian Havilliard, Lyria, Asterion, Vlag, Eyllwe, Wyrdmarks, Rowaelin, Feysand

How did you find out about the books?

When did you start reading them?

Fave character from TOG?

Fave character from ACOTAR?

Have you read Assassin’s Blade? Do you plan on reading the ACOTAR Novellas?

Favourite ship/s? (I didn’t do this til after the headcannons rip)

Read a page from your favourite book from TOG/ACOTAR

If you read fanfiction, name your favourite or some of your favourites

Fave headcannons?

Favourite quote/s?

If you can choose any piece of media to readapt the Maasverse in, what would you choose? (like movie/s, tv show/s, animation, a musical, videogames, etc.)

TOG or ACOTAR? Why?

Which would be your ACOTAR Court? Why?

Say 3 unpopular opinions. Do it, go off.

I tag anyone who has read this post and is in the fandom!

Also I forgot to add this to the recording, but I would be in the Night Court, especially the Court of Dreams, not because it’s popular, but because I’ve always related with the idea/concept of the night and dreams and stars and having my head in the clouds and I love the night. I just don’t relate to any others so deeply.

Have fun!

#throne of glass #tog #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sjm #sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm accent challenge

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anotherenglishmajorxo · 5 years

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R.I.P. Princess Nehemia Ytger.

I don’t know how to rage calmly, so I’m gonna just rage

#book thoughts #crown of midnight #rip nehemia ytger #i would like to rage #throne of glass series #sarah j. maas #why sarah why???#nehemia ytger

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anotherenglishmajorxo · 5 years

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Heir of Fire Updates:

It took her a while, but Manon and Abraxos finally flew, even though I had to hold my breath when I thought that she was going to die. Then she told her Thirteen that they’ll train every single day till the War Games, and I’m very excited to read about that.

Celaena and Rowan didn’t see anymore demi-fae bodies, but Celaena did lash out at Emerys and everyone in the kitchen when Emerys showed her a blade from Ellywe, where Princess Nehemia was from, and just snapped at them. She told them she didn’t care and also she walked in on Rowan tattooing someone and he told her to get out.

BUT THE TRAINING SESSION WHERE ROWAN CHAINED POOR LUCA LIKE THAT. Did y’all know that I wanted to smack the living hell out of him for doing that? But thank god Celaena got him out of those chains before the thing with the red eye came and ate the both of them.

Then Celaena snapped some more, this time at Rowan, telling him not to do that ever again (endanger the people she loved/cared about) and even threatening to kill him if he ever did that again. Then when Rowan asked, she broke and told him the realization that she hated Nehemia for leaving her and not trusting her at all about her plans.

Then the two of them came back to the kitchen and Celaena apologized to Emerys for everything she said. Emerys accepted her apology and told her that she’s off kitchen duty for two days, then after the story of the man and the ring and the fish, that’s when, late at night, she went to visit Rowan and he told her about his mate who was killed when she was pregnant (which shocked me) and then this happened:

“I think,” she [Celaena] said, barely more than a whisper, “I would like that very much.”

He [Rowan] held out a hand. “Together, then.”

She studied the scarred, callused palm, then the tattoosed face, full of a grim sort of hope. Someone who might-who did understand what it was like to be crippled at your very core, someone who was still clmbing inch by inch out of that abyss.

Perhaps they would never get out of it, perhaps they would nver be whole again, but...”Together,” she said, and took his outstretched hand.

And somehwere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.

And now I’m on Part Two: Heir of Fire, and now I’m very excited (and a little bit sad) for this book to end.

#book thoughts #heir of fire #throne of glass series #celeana sardothien #rowan whitethorn #manon blackbeak #abraxos #nehemia ytger #rip nehemia ytger

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