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[catchthewolf]

Hi. Uh. Posting old art from twitter just in case that site dies. Idk. 

[muanika]

-Come here! I’ll warm you up~♡

[kyojuuros]

Levi filleting Zeke’s legs (((( ;°Д°))))

[makishimmas-deactivated20150307]

[rivaille-fetish-blog]

-“Hey, you’re not bad.”

-“I’m just being led by you.”

[daisybrekker]

Elorcan Quotes

"I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him.  "And I will be with you..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you always."

Lorcan had been willing to die for Elide. Had been willing to put aside his quest for Maeve in order for Elide to live.

"I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it." He kissed her gently. "And when we are wed," he whispered, "I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again."

"Lord Lorcan Lochan?" 

He swept her in his arms again, spinning her. "I'll use it with pride every damned day for the rest of my life," he said into her hair, and when he set her down, his smile had vanished. Replaced by an infinite tenderness as he brushed back her hair.

She had come for him. She had found him.

The world went quiet. The pain in his body faded into nothing. Into something secondary.

Lorcan slid his other arm around Elide, bringing his mouth close to her ear as he said, "You have to let me go."

"I promised to always find you. I promised you, and you promised me. I came for you because of it; I am here because of it. I am here for you, do you understand? And if we don't get onto that horse now, we won't stand a chance against that dam. We will die."

"Get up," she said. "Get up."

Lorcan's hands gripped her waist, and Elide couldn't stop her cry of pain at the weight he placed on her, the bones in her foot and ankle grinding together. His legs not even kneeling beneath him, he paused.

"Do it," she begged him. "Get up."

He'd never cared until now.

Even the severed blood oath, still gaping wide within his soul, didn't come close to the hole in his chest when he looked at her.

She'd offered him a home in Perranth knowing he'd be a dishonored male. Offered him a home with her.

"Ask me to marry you."

Elide began crying, even as she laughed. "Will you marry me, Lorcan Salvaterre?"

He swept her up into his arms, raining kisses over her face. As if some final, chained part of him had been freed. "I'll think about it."

Light, such beautiful light filled his dark eyes. "Ask me to come to Perranth with you."

Her voice broke, but she managed to say, "Come to Perranth with me."

Elide waved him off, but Lorcan kissed her.

When he pulled away, Elide breathed, "What was that for?"

"Ask me to stay", was all he said.

Her heart began racing. "Stay", she whispered.

Elide whispered, "I would hide you. In Perranth. If you... if you do what you need to do, and need somewhere to go... You would have a place there. With me."

Lorcan sent a flicker of his power to wrap around her ankle. The limp vanished.

A hand on the knob, she gave him a small, grateful nod. "I missed that."

He heard the unspoken words as she disappeared into the busy hall.

𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Lorcan allowed himself a rare smile.

"I will always find you," he swore to her.

Her throat bobbed.

Lorcan whispered, "I promise."

When she awoke, clean strips of linen for her cycle were next to the bed.

His own shirt, washed and dried overnight—now cut up for her to use as she would.

She didn't know why she said it, why she felt a need or like it was worth anything to him at all, but Elide stood on her toes, kissed his stubble-rough cheek, and said, "I will always find you, too, Lorcan."

"A bastard-born nobody," she went on.  "Did you think I'd sully myself with you?"

"I think you might be my mate," he rasped.

Lorcan reached out, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. Hopeless, bleak eyes met his. He brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. "I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide."

Lorcan had been born from and gifted with darkness. Returning to it was not a difficult task.

But letting that glimmering, lovely light before him die out... In his ancient, bitter bones, he could not accept it.

She had been forgotten—by everyone and everything. And still she had hoped. And still she had been kind to him.

And still she had offered him a glimpse of peace in the time he'd known her.

She had offered him a home.

Elide laughed, smacking his shoulder. And then laughed again, louder.

Lorcan set her down. “What?”

Elide’s mouth bobbed as she tried to stop her laughing. “It’s just... I’m Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name.”

He blinked.

Elide laughed again. “Lord Lorcan Lochan?”

It sounded just as ridiculous coming out.

Lorcan blinked at her, then howled.

She’d never heard such a joyous sound.

Lorcan's onyx eyes were unreadable as he scanned her face. And then he said quietly, "I wanted to go to Perranth with you."

"And what do you now about love?"

"I think love should make you happy," Elide said, "It should make you into the best possible version of yourself."

"Are you implying I am neither of those things?"

"I don't think you even know what happiness is."

"I do not mind... being around you."

"Is that a compliment?"

Until she was ready. Until she told him, showed him, she wished to share everything with him. That final claiming.

But until then, he wanted her here. Sleeping at his side, where he might watch over her. As she had watched over him.

"You make me want to live, Rowan."

He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.

[sturmhond]

My name is Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.

[tomtenadia]

“But then Elide sat on the edge of the cot and ran a hand through his hair. Lorcan closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, unable to stop the deep purr that rolled through his chest.”

—

Kingdom of Ash, SJM

Lorcan Salvaterre PURRED. Death incarnate actually purred at Elide’s touch. As if I don’t love those two a lot already 

[marmaladica]

falling star wish

[bubbly-bungee-may]

Just some little hints that Elide and Lorcan may be mates

Elide felt Lorcan’s presence while Lorcan was surprised she felt it. Call it what you want, but I think this was their bond calling out to each other for the first time 

(Empire of Storms pg. 16 &17)

Lorcan had never wanted anything to do with any of his past lovers outside the bedroom. He never cared about them, not personally. Of course everything changed when he met Elide and got to know her and fell in love with her. The blood oath, that’s supposed to hurt like shit when broken, didn’t even come close to how he felt when Elide had stopped talking to him and basically cursed him. But the pain he felt could mean that the mating bond had tethered when she disregarded him. 

Kingdom of Ash Pg. 54 

Fast forward to the best Elorcan scene when Elide raced to find Lorcan when no one even remembered he was still out on the field except for her. And when Elide claimed that she would know if he was dead. Probably because if the mating bond snapped then her soul would indeed break. 

Kingdom of Ash Pg. 510

Despite that he is in a dreamscape spun by Maeve, he still admits to his feelings about how he thinks Elide is his mate, which basically means that they are. 

Kingdom of Ash Pg. 912

And Lorcan literally gave up his immortality so he wouldn’t spend a day without her. Like he bound his life to hers so they wouldn’t know a day apart. Like wtf that’s adorable.

Kingdom of Ash Pg. 940

Mate or not, these two love each other so fiercely and their relationship is honestly the reason why I re-read the ToG series.

[lord-of-perranth-deactivated202]

“ElideElideElide—”

elide lochan threw herself between two of the most powerful fae males to try and save lorcan, and then lorcan put his shields down knowing that he would die so she could live.

empire of storms chapter 57 breaks me every time i think about it.

[notmewrongbitch]

You know what? I was mostly an Elriel shipper just to see the mating bond rejected but the ship with Gwyn is really growing on me

I only want to see Azriel happy honestly

[screamingwines]

Me: no men thank you

Me writing elorcan: actually one man

[belaheathcute]

She would not bow, or yield, or grovel.

They would pay. All of them.

Starting with this place, this thing.

Starting now.

She tore into the darkness with claws and talons and teeth. Rent and cleaved and shredded.

The dark eternity around her shuddered. Bucked. Thrashed.

She laughed as it tried to recoil. Laughed around the mouthful of raw power

Down into black eternity, Nesta and the Cauldron twined and fell, burning through the darkness like a newborn star.

[mutliwankenobi]

Elorcan is endgame

Reblog if you agree.

[unclecassian]

On the Topic of SJM Breaking My Heart in ACOMAF

*Spoilers for A Court of Thorns and Roses and A Court of Mist and Fury*

No matter how many times I re-read the entire ACOTAR series, especially ACOMAF, SJM never fails to break my heart with her writing. So here is a list I made of all the lines from ACOMAF that ripped me in two 🥴 

“Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d truly laughed.”

“I might even cry for my mother, who had never cared for me, anyway. I might beg her to save me—” 

“The sentries returned in full force the next morning.”

“He’d locked me in here… He’d locked me in. He’d sealed me inside this house… I couldn’t get out; I couldn’t get out; I couldn’t get out—”

“Maybe it’d be a mercy to be ended— A broad hand gripped my face—gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. ‘Don’t you ever think that,’ Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. ‘Not for one damned moment.’” 

“Some small part of me whispered that I could survive Amarantha; I could survive leaving Tamlin; I could survive transitioning into this new, strange body… But that empty cold hole in my chest… I wasn’t sure I could survive that. Even the years I’d been one bad week away from starvation, that part of me had been full of color, of light. Maybe becoming a faerie had broken it. Maybe Amarantha had broken it. Or maybe I had broken it, when I shoved that dagger into the hearts of two innocent faeries and their blood had warmed my hands.”

“‘I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I’m thinking…’ The words became choked. I shook my head as if I could clear the remaining ones away. But I still spoke them. ‘I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety.’”

“‘As long as the people who matter the most know the truth, I don’t care about the rest.’”

“…when I had belonged to Tamlin and been little more than a spy and prisoner.”

“I had done everything—everything for that love. I had ripped myself to shreds, I had killed innocents and debased myself, and he had sat beside Amarantha on that throne. And he couldn’t do anything, hadn’t risk it—hadn’t risked being caught until there was one night left, and all he’d wanted to wasn’t free me, but fuck me, and—… And when Amarantha had broken me, when she had snapped my bones and made my blood boil in its veins, he’d just knelt there and begged her. He hadn’t tried to kill her, hadn’t crawled for me. Yes, he’d fought for me—but I’d fought harder for him… And he had the nerve once his powers were back to shove me in a cage. The nerve to say I was no longer useful; I was to be cloistered for his peace of mind. He’d given me everything I needed to become myself, to feel safe, and when he got what he wanted—when he got his power back, his lands back… he stopped trying. He was still good, still Tamlin, but he was just… wrong.”

“And maybe I was exhausted and broken, but I breathed, ‘I killed them.’ I hadn’t said the words aloud since it had happened. Cassian’s lips tightened. ‘I know.’ Not condemnation, not praised. But grim understanding. My hands slackened as another shuddering sob worked its way through me. ‘It should have been me.’”

“And it wasn’t sorrow, or despair, or terror that hit me, but… unhappiness. Such bleak, sharp unhappiness… I was unhappy—not just broken. But unhappy. An emotion, I realized. It was an emotion, rather than the unending emptiness or survival-driven terror.”

“It’d just been a relief to think that for a moment, he might have been as lonely as me.”

“He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.”

“‘And yet I found myself deciding that if you took his hand, I would find a way to live with it. It would be your choice.’ I sipped from my wine. ‘And if he had grabbed me?’ There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. ‘Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.’”

“‘I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire—but that I would be quiet and endurining and as faceted as the night… I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place—looking for you all.’… ‘I was looking for you, too,’ Rhys murmured.”

“And I saw the pain and sorrow in his eyes. Saw it and didn’t care, not as that thing in my chest was twisting and breaking. Not as my heart—my heart—ached, so viciously that I realized it’d somehow been repaired in these past few months. Repaired by him. And now it hurt.”

“And there it was. A future. The future I saw for myself, bright as the sunrise over the Sidra. A direction, and a goal, and an invitation to see what else immortality might offer me. It did not seem so listless, so empty, anymore.”

THE ENTIRETY OF CHAPTER 54 BUT I’LL JUST GIVE THE HIGHLIGHTS:

“‘And then—then I learned your name. Hearing you say it… it was like an answer to a question I’d been asking for five hundred years.’”

“‘I knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male, and had destroyed yourself to save him, and that… that I didn’t care.’”

“‘If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate. But then she snapped your neck… And I felt you die… And this beautiful, wonderful thing that had come into my life, this gift from the Cauldron… It was gone.’”

“‘But I felt you through the bond, through your open mental shields. I felt your pain and sadness, and loneliness. I felt you struggling to escape the darkness of Amarantha the same way I was. I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.’”

“My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.”

“If I hadn’t already been in love with him, I might have loved him for that—for not insisting I stay, even if it drove his instincts mad, for not locking me away in the aftermath of what had happened yesterday. And I realized—I realized how badly I’d been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I’d been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.”

“‘Don’t let him take me,’ I sobbed again. ‘I don’t want to go back.’ And when I looked at Mor, at the tears streaming down her face as she helped Cassian get upright, I knew she realized what I meant.”

“‘I don’t give a shit if she’s your mate. I don’t give a shit if you think you’re entitled to her. She is mine.’”

“I cleared my head, my shattering heart—breaking for what my mate had done, sacrificed for me and my family. For her sisters. Because she hadn’t thought… hadn’t thought she was essential. Even after all she had done.”

*wipes tears away* yall crying too? no? oh ok cool,,,

[mvlans-moved-deactivated2017021]

[americasgirlfriend]

#he’s just mad because of the gay panic he went through

[madiisonclarkk]

 #second gif: BUT PING I THOUGHT YOU WERE A DUDE I THOUGHT I LIKED DICK #YOU PUT ME THROUGH A LOT YOU SAUCY MINX #YOU DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO GO THIS FAR? #IT WENT FAR ENOUGH FOR ME TO START WRITING A COMING OUT SPEECH

[nerdfighterwhatevernumbers]

I WILL GO ON A RAMPAGE DON’T YOU DARE DIMINISH HIS CHARACTER ONE MORE TIME

LOOK AT WHAT HE JUST WENT THROUGH

HE ALMOST LOST HIS DEAR FRIEND 

HIS FRIEND WHO JUST SAVED HIS LIFE

AND RISKED EVERYTHING AND PRACTICALLY SINGLE HANDEDLY DEFEATED THE HUNS

AND NOW THE LAW SAYS HE HAS TO KILL THIS AMAZING PERSON

THE LAW HE WAS RAISED BY A MILITARY FAMILY AND SOCIETY TO HONOR AND RESPECT

THE LAW HE, AS A CAPTAIN OF THE ARMY, HAS PROMISED TO LIVE BY

AND IT IS SO INGRAINED IN HIM TO FOLLOW THAT LAW AND THE PUNISHMENT THAT COULD FOLLOW HIM REFUSING TO OBEY COULD BE SERIOUS

HE KNOWS WHAT HE HAS TO DO BUT THIS ISN’T JUST ANY SOLDIER, IT’S HIS FRIEND, HIS HERO

HIS FRIEND, WHOM HE THOUGHT HE KNEW, WHOM HE TRUSTED WITH HIS LIFE, HE JUST FOUND OUT HAS BEEN LYING TO HIM THE ENTIRE TIME

HE’S NOT WHO HE SAID HE WAS, HE’S NOT EVEN A HE, AND HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO TRUST THIS PERSON ANYMORE

IT’S STUPID, BUT HE’S CONFLICTED, AND IT HURTS

AND YOU KNOW WHAT

YOU KNOW WHAT

DO YOU EVEN SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IN THE SECOND GIF

HIS DAD JUST DIED

HIS FATHER DIED YESTERDAY

IN A BATTLE HE COULDN’T EVEN GET TO SOON ENOUGH TO HELP

THEN MULAN TELLS HIM JUST WHY SHE ENTERED THE WAR

TO SAVE HER DAD FROM DYING THE SAME WAY HIS DID

AND YOU CAN SEE THAT IN HIS FACE, HOW MUCH THAT GETS TO HIM

HE IS SO CONFLICTED OVER A MILLION THINGS HERE

DO YOU HONESTLY THINK A GAY SCARE WAS THE ONLY THING GOING THROUGH HIS MIND RIGHT NOW

DO YOU!?

[caffine-addict-deactivated20200]

AMEN

[soap-lady]

So many people miss this.

[crimson-spine]

Elain, the flower-grower, the gentle heart, Elain Cauldron-blessed, Cauldron-loved, Elain the Truth-Teller, Elain the Kingslayer.