#tog ask

[tree-of-growth]

How closely related is your cult to slenderman

It’s an organization, thank you, not a cult.

Also what the fuck are you asking ?

[rowanaelinn]

I feel like a lot of people go into HOF thinking she’s going to hit it right off with Rowan and they certainly DONT. When they share their grief it’s not love but a simple humble understanding that they share the same troubles and are mirrors. And much later into the boom they realize that they could maybe be more than that!

YES!!!!

hof isn’t a romantic book and i’ll die on this hill. or at the very least, it’s not until the attack on mistward/the scene in doranelle

the thing that makes Rowaelin what they are, is the importance sarah gave to their friendship before she started building any kind of romance

[tree-of-growth]

fucking called it. assholes.

Why dan Kermit and phil joker... please elaborate

Daniel Kermit and Phillip Joker exist within my mind as one of the many Kermit/Joker constructs. Every time a duo exists I naturally assign one of them the role of Kermit and the other of Joker, whether they be rivals, lovers, or friends. Bella Kermit and Edward Joker. Donald Kermit and Biden Joker. Etc. It is simply the beautiful way in which I process duality.

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

There's some point to be made about SJM type books being like "you can be strong AND feminine" as though there was ever an overwhelming amount of strong masculine female characters and the slow rise of tradwives and girl math and the feminine divine and pink jobs. And I won't say that SJM and booktok are to blame for what is clearly a result of rising fascism and myriad other factors, but I also won't say it has helped it any.

Like it's really funny to look back on all the "um yeah Throne of Glass is soooo revolutionary because Sardines is both strong AND feminine" defenses now in the TikTok tradwife era where it's SO empowering to quit your job and go home and stay there and cook and clean and get fucked and get pregnant :) THAT is the true sign of FEMININE STRENGTH. Like wow how convenient! That doing the thing the patriarchal regime wants you to do is the revolutionary option. How interesting!! How fortunate!!! Quick, all women, CHOOSE this option please!! The option that benefits the powers that be!! It's totally soooo empowering!

It's really kinda sad. Men are being brainwashed by Tates and women are being brainwashed by faes and alphas parroting back the same ideologies but coming from a female mouth and coated with "empowering" language, so it skates by much easier. Like a violent rapist/sex offender saying women need to suck dick and stay at home is misogynist. But your Empowered Divine Feminine protagonists "choosing" to suck dick and have babies while her man rules the country? That's just her choice. It's super empowering and radical actually. And while those two sources would say they're in opposition, fundamentally they advocate for the same things. It's kinda wild. But of course if you point this out it's "um it's just a book sweaty!! nobody actually believes these things or adjusts their behavior according to fiction!! haha grow up we're all adults here!!"

[qqueenofhades]

Wait, evil Uma Thurman? I thought she was just evil by default.

(/j)

Listen, I was unaware that after waiting approximately 532 years for Old Guard 2, we were going to be blessed with Charlize Theron AND Uma Thurman as bitter angry lesbian ass-kicking immortal exes (Shh. They are clearly exes. She was Andy's first ever wife and then they broke up badly and haven't seen each other in a cool five thousand years or so. This is canon to me now and literally nothing will disprove it). But then that gift arrived to us in this terrible terrible year of our lord 2025, and we all sat up and went REALLY? OH PLEASE MAY I HAVE IT? OH PLEASE MAY I HAVE IT? in the voice of Dug from Up.

On a slightly less mindless-sapphic-drooling note of attempted media analysis, I am hoping that this means Quynh is not the bad guy and is just being manipulated and will eventually rejoin the rest of the Immortal Fam, but also. Charlize Theron and Uma Thurman will be kicking each other's asses with a lot of pent up immortal lesbian rage on my personal television on ye olde Netflix in July. Which is somehow and cruelly not here yet. Waiter, fetch me a JUMBO bucket of popcorn and also my bunk.

[readychilledwine]

💕Valentine's Day Bingo Masterlist💕

We have a Bingo Blackout

(Not in posting order)

Breeding Cassian x reader

Housewife Azriel x reader

CNC - manorian X reader

Group Play - Tamlin x Tarquin x Lucien x Reader

Cuckold - Helion x Feyre x Rhys

Monsterfucking - Tamlin x Reader

Temperature play - Lucien x reader

Size Kink - Azriel x reader

Glory Hole - Cassian x reader

Dollification - Azriel x Seraphina

Praise - Eris X Reader

Threesome - Azriel x Reader x Lucien

Exhibition - Rhys x Drumming Song Reader

Orgasm Control - Ruhn x Reader

Discipline - Helion x Reader

Shadow Play - Rhys x Reader

Somno - Rhys x reader

Predator/Prey - Eris x Reader

Tagteam - Lorcan x Reader x Rowan

Impact Play - Helion x Reader

Shibari - Tarquin x Reader

Breathplay - Rowan x Reader

Auralism- Rhys x Reader

Bonus content:

Pet play - Eris x Reader

Electricity Play - Hunt x Reader

Shadow Play - Ruhn x Reader

Voyeurism - Amarantha x reader x dark!rhys

Edge Play - sub!Lucien x domme! Reader

Collaring - Hunt x reader

As you all know, I am a slut for dividers and love using different ones for my characters and special little events. I am trying to get better at crediting the artists who make them because that takes some time and dedication. Plus, they are also typically sharing their skills and content for free.

That being said:

Special thank you to:

@cafekitsune for sharing their beautiful graphic design skills with all of us. I am using this divider from them, but there are SO MANY options. Please peep their page! 💕

Another special thank you to @saradika-graphics When I was hunting for a MDNI divider, I ended up finding this instead, and it does match my feelings so much more. She also has a ton of graphic design work that she shared for free. Please check out her work as well 💕

[tree-of-growth]

What the fuck. Who the fuck gave him the steak then.

so? we were really nice about it! that was the nicest kidnapping ever.

they locked m ein an attic and didnt give me a phone charger or a couch to slepe on :(

[stratopshere]

i havent been into tog in like 4-5ish years but one thing that really bothered me when i was into it was the whole simp bam thing idk. i think people need to stop seeing rachel and bam as exes and start seeing them as mother figure and son. yes even though they look/act somewhat close in age. like i mean quite literally she raised him and taught him everything he knew up until the point he entered the tower. even his kindness was taught to him by rachel even after every horrible thing she's done. yes this is even though she looks more like his older sister. i feel like her youth/youthful appearance is intentional (at least to me) since irl girls and women are also forced into motherly roles much younger than theyre ready for

[vividiangelo]

Do you guys ever read all the books of a series back to back and forget what actually happens in each individual book. Actually, forget most of the plot but just remember that the vibes were immaculate and deem it your favourite, or just me?

[tree-of-growth]

....are all of you named after fruits? Can you name yourself after vegetables too or is it just fruits??? Also give Milton back he has been through too much religious torment already

Sorry, late on this ask. Okay, so basically, we aren't like, named after fruits from birth - I'm going to use Lemon as an example cause she's a little bitch and you should go send them so much hate right now for being alive here's her @ - @lemon-frog-tog

Like most of our members, Lemon joined as Sadie - a boring old lesbian with a boring lesbian name. But once they joined our organization, Apple (our prophet and savior) bestowed upon her a fruit - Lemon, of course. From then on, she has only been referred to as Lemon - that is her name now, as far as we know or care.

We do not name ourselves, we are named by the prophets - either green or red Apple. Although, I guess Milton didn't do much naming when he was here.

Fig and Lemon gave a few honorary fruit names while Apple was away but they are not necessarily permanent or official - as only Apple has the ability to bestow fruits.

As for the whole "can you be named a vegetable" thing - we consider fruits to be fruits by their botanical definition rather than their culinary definition. So for example, Cherry Tomato (or Shrimp Man) is a valid fruit assignment because a tomato is technically a fruit. So gourds and peppers would also be valid as far as fruit assignments go (but in my humble opinion, they are lesser. Secondary citizens, if you will).

Also we did give Milton back. Yes - GAVE. We LET him get away, he did not "escape," contrary to what you may have heard...

This is why many individuals who are not members may also have been assigned fruits - for example, that heinous muppet fucker was assigned Kiwi and the rotten trad cunt we refer to as Pomegranate.

[rowanaelinn]

Fellow HOF question, do we think they had feelings for each other in the moment where they shared their grief? I always pictured it as a moment of understanding that LATER led to love

OHHHH i’m actually so obsessed with the "when did they fall in love" question!!!

we know from the deleted EOS chapter that aelin fell in love with Rowan when he smiled at her when they were running, i think it was around when they shared their past? or a little after? but she also says that she didn’t realize it until later!

for rowan, i think he realized he fell in love when he chose to go for her in the flames instead of running toward lyria’s voice!

I do think that this moment of sharing wasn’t romantic per say, and was a deep moment of understanding and friendship! i think it’s their comfort in each other that led them to share, which led them to see they were mirrors, and then caused them to fall in love!

[pergaminaa]

Y’all im screaming because why did Rowan know Dorian and Manon are mates???

It was in empire of storms while they were all fighting the ilken and Rowan PURPOSELY lowered the barrier around Manon to see what happens and Dorian’s magic just naturally gravitated towards her???? 😭😭😭

[roselensedeyes]

celeana/aelin and chaol ceased to exist as a couple the moment she was unable to forgive him for his part in nehemia's assassination. he didn't kill nehemia, but he trusted his kingdom more than he did celeana. in her eyes, he was as responsible as the person who held the weapon.

elain and lucien ceased to exist as a couple the moment she looked him in the eyes and told him "you were there. you betrayed us." he didn't kidnap nesta and elain and forced them into the cauldron, but in her eyes he's as responsible as ianthe, tamlin and he king of hybern.

[melit0n]

A pair of smooth operators if I've ever seen them

Credits: @/_hijackheaven on twt

[qqueenofhades]

If the muses were in a kind and generous mood... may I humbly request... Andy and her evil ex(es? both? both is good?) having a knock-down drag-out fight and it turning into the kind of sex that will make their friends scream in traumatized horror.

Listen, Toxic Ancient Immortal Lesbians Yuri Day demands the smallest and most humble of tributes. I have not written fic in 84 years, so lower your expectations. Rated E.

She is calling herself something foolish now, some small and meaningless word that hardly encompasses a woman who is a storm in human (well, human-adjacent) flesh. Discord, Andy thinks scornfully. It almost makes it impossible to take her seriously, when they circle each other in slow prowling paces, two venerable lionesses competing for the kill. They have not seen other in four thousand years at least. Andy thought she was dead, thought she was gone, thought she had slipped this stupid fucking mortal coil and gone somewhere better or quite possibly, much worse (not to mention, hotter). The woman currently calling herself Discord was already a dynasty old when they first met in the high cold steppes of Scythia. She taught Andy plenty, sure. Apparently not enough.

"Meritites," Andy says, slow and drawling. "I'd say it's good to see you again, but...."

She lets the sentence trail off unfinished, the insult well implied, and Discord sneers. "Apparently your immortality isn't the only thing you've lost, Andromache," she says, in that voice that has been stripped of all inflection, all accent and memory, has endured so long that it is as faceless as Ozymandias worn to nothing in the desert, look on my works ye mighty and despair. "Can't even remember how to finish your pitiful wisecracks? You're getting old."

"Not as old as you." Andy shrugs one-shouldered, takes another step, casually hefts her axe. It's funny; for the first time in several millennia, she almost feels young. When you stare at the face of ancient eternity like this, it has that effect, and it almost makes her more sympathetic to the idea of death. You should not have lived so long, she thinks, looking at Meritites of Shedet -- friend, lover, ally, enemy, and now only this, inevitable. No one should.

With that, and no more preliminary, they charge.

The same sound emerges from their throats at once: raw, broken, hardly a war cry so much as a primal howl, an outburst of a rage that predates the bulk of known human civilization: a betrayal never forgiven and an anger never quenched, some wounds that time cannot heal, as if time ever stood a chance when it comes to Meritites of Shedet and Andromache of Scythia. They bare their teeth and meet in thunder, muscles straining and blades clanging: dancing, parting, tangling, clashing again and again almost too fast to see. Andy wonders briefly, in the fractured seconds between strokes, if this is all, in fact, a great lie. If Meritites (Discord, she should think of her as Discord, it's easier to laugh at such a pitiful and feeble thing) is also mortal and is actually here hoping that Andy can tell her how to stave it off. Find the solution, turn back the clock. Live forever and a day, until the stars burn out, and never leave each other, hold onto me, never let me go. They promised each other that once, in the shadows of the stars. They thought it would be true.

I thought many things, once. Then I grew up. Andy snarls, slams all her pent-up rage (Nile's right, peace isn't really a word for it) down on the haft of Meritites's sword, and all at once that blade and her trusty battle-ax go skittering away. Now they're grappling hand-to-hand like a pair of wrestlers in the ring, grunting and gasping and sweating. Meritites is one of the rare women even taller and tougher than Andy, and she punches like a hydraulic machine, unerring and furious, driving the wind out of Andy despite her spirited defense. They're locked up and tangled, spitting blood through broken lips, swearing at each other -- only in English, Andy thinks abstractedly. How disappointing.

"Where's Quynh, you bitch?" she snarls. Breaks Meritites' grip and twists like a snake, throws her hard. "What did you do to her?!"

"Oh, she's with me." Meritites' tangled blonde hair falls in her face; she's breathing hard as she scrambles back to her feet, but her arrogance is undimmed. Her eyes are alight with demonic glee, as if in fact she has died and come back from the infernal beyond, just to torment Andromache all over again, from the very start. "I was the one who saved her from the sea, after you failed and left her there for five hundred years. She was the one who told me where to find you."

Andy doesn't know what sound she makes then, even worse than the first, no thought left in her mind but to seize the fabric of existence in her angry hands and tear it like cheap cloth, to make her pay, make her pay. They race at each other again, Meritites pulls a dagger from a hidden sheath on her leg and drives it down, fighting like a fucking cheater just as expected -- Andy barely twists aside in time, she is blazing like a thousand broken stars, and then --

She doesn't know how it starts, whether it's a natural extension of their blood-eyed desire to kill each other at all costs (they have, back when they were both assured of coming to life again, but that was in-mother-of-all-understatements a long time ago) but Meritites twists her head and spits in Andy's eye, Andy hauls off and slugs her in the face hard enough that the crack echoes like the breaking of the firmament, and then they're kissing and swearing and kicking at each other, snarling into each other's mouths, drawing blood. Andy fists her hands in Meritites' shirt and throws her back against the wall, almost bites her lips off, and gulps her next curse like strongwine. "Fuck you, Discord," she gasps. "You're still the same as ever, you miserable grasping hag -- you -- "

Yet again, old age-related forgetfulness or otherwise, she can't finish the sentence. That is because Meritites rises up like the tidal wave that destroyed Atlantis (an event she claims with considerable spuriousness to have personally witnessed) and slams Andy against the wall instead. Andy hits her head hard enough to see stars and fuck, fuck, her heart is screaming and her blood is racing and it's never been like this in hundreds of years, not since --

(Not since she lost Quynh, for which she is once more paying with all her life and all her soul and all her unforgivable sins -- )

-- but the point is, it's not been like this in far too long, not with another immortal who can take the wildest and most reckless coupling that can be devised. Meritites' knees are between Andy's thighs and her strong amazon hands rip apart Andy's shirt, cold fingers cup her breast, twist and brutally pinch a nipple and then dive down beneath her belt -- Andy bites at her again so Meritites won't get too fucking confident -- they wrestle, they snarl, Meritites' fingers shove up inside Andy's wet cunt with the force of a lightning strike and Andy arches her back and screams. She could never do this with an ordinary human lover. It would break them, leave them in pieces or slapped with a restraining order or worse. As such, Andy has never tried, but the ancient eyes of her forgotten gods look down on her now and they are placid. They say nothing. They only wait, and watch.

Meritites succeeds in shucking Andy's trousers down around her hips, shoves her fingers in again and works with that same desperate rhythm. She breathes hard and wet against Andy's tangled dark hair, matted to her brow with the sweat of fighting and fucking, as Meritites gets her own trousers undone and presses into her, locks their legs and thrusts as if she did in fact possess a cock, which she doesn't. (Perhaps, Andy thinks snidely, paging Dr. Freud, and that explains a lot.) It's oddly reassuring that not everything has changed, as their naked clits rub together and Andy bites down a wounded-animal gasp, claws at Meritites' back and leaves bloodied marks. "I'll kill you," she hisses, thrusting back, working them both to wild friction as their thighs slip and scrub. "I'll kill you."

Meritites smiles just a fraction, mouth pressed against Andy's pounding temple, burned into her skin like a brand that has never entirely faded, not after all this time. "Not if I kill you first."

With that and a few shoving thrusts, both hands gripping Andy's ass for purchase and almost knocking them to the floor again, she brings herself to a ragged, dripping climax, pulsating at the tender cleft of them, joined together in raw wet heat. Andy swears and Meritites makes a sound that raises the hairs on the backs of both their necks. An oath and a promise. You will die at my hand, and you will thank me for the service.

For a final moment more, they remain there, locked together in some murderous sapphic ecstasy. Then Meritites pulls back hard enough to make Andy stumble, a sardonic smile crossing her fuck-bruised lips. Her face is flushed red, her hair pulled loose, as she takes her time about shrugging her trousers up and belting them again. "This was fun, Andromache," she whispers, a viper's kiss. "We should really do it again soon."

Andy slides down the wall, boneless and wrecked. Her chest heaves madly; she can't catch her breath. She could get up now; she should get up now, and do what she came here to do. Seize her battle-axe (wherever the fuck it went) and put an end to it while the horrible bitch has her back turned. One stroke, and keep her family safe. Avenge Quynh, if that is even what it would be -- I was the one who saved her from the sea, after you failed --

Andy closes her eyes. Her head screams. Her heart pounds. She feels more alive than she has in four hundred years. Her lips curve into a manic smile. She burns. She burns.

(She is never, never telling Joe, Nicky, and Nile a single fucking word.)

[deiaiko]

night owl agni and early bird grace

late evening grace embraces agni from behind, leaning on him and resting

next morning grace holds agni like a princess (or a pancake cuz he's still wrapped in sheets)

thoughts?

Hell yeah!!! 😳 Softttt

They used to sleep in shift before going back in time, so sometimes they still get the urge to stay up when the other was asleep, to look out for the other and for their own peace of mind.

They rarely got enough sleep back then, so now that they could take their time to catch up on it, they were always careful not to wake the other up unless it was an emergency. Though, their sleep schedule was still a mess, especially when the FUG business required them to stay up late. So they could switch from being night owl to early bird whenever the situation needed them to be.

Grace sleeps easier with his ear pressed to Agni's torso, counting heartbeats as he drifted off. Nothing comforted him more than knowing that Agni is alive and well. He always checked on Agni right after he woke up, caressing Agni's hair while he was at it. It was already a habit at this point that Agni could sleep through it, lulled him deeper even.

Agni sleeps easier when he's wrapped under thick layers of blanket/clothes, since he's always cold now that he no longer has the firefish. Grace's presence also helps him drift off to sleep, knowing that Grace got his back put his mind at ease. When it was his turn to keep watch, he would browse information and form plans accordingly. But since now things had settled down a little, he would sometimes read articles and stories just for fun.

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