FIRE BREATHING BITCH QUEEN

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃

[f1ameheir]

𝐅𝟏𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑.     —    a private, independent rendition of the fire breathing bitch queen from terrasen , 𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬, , from the throne of glass series. portrayal based on canon and head - canoned lore as told by mal.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓     —    @duskdivined / @duskdevoted / @vvitchlings / @faebstrd / @princelings / @hopesguard

𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺.     —   

hello , my name is mal , i am over the age thirty and go by she / her. simply , do not be a jerk. this is a blog where the respect you give me is respect i will return. i do not condone godmodding or stealing , both of which would lead to blocking. given the dark lore of this character , this blog is 18+ interactions only. if your age is not on your blog i will not follow back. i am someone who works full time so activity may not always be high but while i am here , i follow those i am interested in plotting and writing with. my dm's here and discord are always open to mutuals and any questions you may have.

𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳. 

@h1nd / @star1ightheir / @mayfie1d / @qu1nln

[f1ameheir]

the fact the first scar aelin gets after escaping maeve is from fenrys when she cuts her arm to give him the blood oath will never make me not emotional.

their whole friend makes me emotional to be honest. and being on koa again has me deep in my feelings.

[f1ameheir]

since i have new followers , please feel free to send memes because i would love to write with all of you and get back into the swing of things and memes are the best way to break the ice for me !

i promise i’m still here ! just work and life but i want to write more !

[mcflymemes]

MORE TWO WORD PROMPTS *  assorted two word sentences, adjust as necessary

that's tough.

nice try.

so long.

get lost.

you win.

one more.

i failed.

that's impossible.

try again.

no shot.

believe me.

so... tomorrow?

call me?

too harsh.

this way!

be proactive.

think again.

don't move.

keep low.

you’re joking.

nobody knows.

you coming?

get fucked.

stop that.

not here.

watch yourself.

let’s go.

stay here.

no way.

don’t stop.

keep quiet.

be still.

stop yelling!

now what?

i knew.

where to?

i’m done.

don’t shoot.

try me.

it stopped.

i’m sick.

you’re right.

we’re fucked.

absolutely not.

you’re serious.

you bitch.

fuck off.

eat shit.

nice outfit.

slow down.

no trespassing.

what now?

i’m lost.

since when?

listen here.

who’s that?

go away.

leave now.

stay down.

please stop.

i’m certain.

this sucks.

please listen.

everything hurts.

nevermind that.

fuck you.

we agree?

you knew?

how come?

it’s you.

i disagree.

that’s them.

you’re miserable.

we can’t.

everyone leaves.

it’s raining.

[f1ameheir]

i wanna write. i wanna write. i wanna write. i wanna write.

like this for a small thing ?! heavy if we have yet to really interact or interact in a while !

[f1ameheir]

unpopular opinion but :

ORCUS AND MANTYX ARE THE STRONGEST VILLAINS IN THE MAASVERSE and sarah needs to bring them back into the fold because they are still alive somewhere

[f1ameheir]

slams in here before midnight

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ICONIC FIRE BREATHING QUEEN : AELIN ASHRYVER WHITETHORN-GALATHYNIUS

[drexmwomxn]

[world-of-celebrities]

Michelle Randolph

[f1ameheir]

i know i owe replies and such , but just mentally i am a body. but starting qos again has me really wanting to write so . . .

like this for a few lined / single paragraph starter

[f1ameheir]

┈ ﹐ inbox clean out ﹐ “  thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.   ” ﹒ @stellascriptum ( dorian )

she should be. gods , she should be more than just okay. war was over. the world plunged into darkness for so long now cascaded in light. there should be an endless amount of happiness flowing through the soon - to - be crowned queen. and yet , standing within the weather worn throne room still catching sight of what had befallen the kingdom between the repairs that had begun to restore the vibrant castle , it was a new kind of heaviness that weighed down on her shoulders.

“   i feel like you know the answer to that by now.   ” turning to face the boy now man she had met when he was little more than a pompous prince upon a glass throne and she a battered prisoner , aelin tried to forge that sarcastic , swaggering smile to mask the gwaning nerves. but it seemed to simmer before fully taking form as the room around her once more honed in , pulling her back to not only her new reality , but both of them.

“   so this is it , huh ? the end of the road . . .   ” the heavy sigh leaves her lips as exhausted eyes turn to take in the sight of there orlon's throne once stood — where her throne would sit. “   we're in charge now.   ” words that trigger laugher to fall between the two. “   is it bad to say i'm more scared now than i was going to war ?   ”

[f1ameheir]

┈ ﹐ inbox clean out ﹐ “  tell me the truth. are you all right?   ” ﹒ @stellascriptum ( fenrys )

to rowan , to aedion , it had become near to easy to meld truth and lie. cast aside any worry they wielded and bury it down alongside the rest. then there was fenrys. a man not her mate , and yet apart of her very soul. onyx eyes which had seen her at her very worst , yet still withstood and never left. when those very eyes looked upon her , the voiced question but a hum in the wind between the two amongst the camp all around , no longer could aelin paint on the too familiar glamour.

“   no.   ” honest , vulnerable , bare. hollowness that dulled the gold rimmed eyes looked to him at last. really looked at him. the face she was willing to never see again to forge the lock. the man she was prepared to part from if only to ensure he had a better future. aelin wanted to be happy that did not come to pass , but the looming new reality kept any semblance of leaking through. the gates were sealed , but erawan and maeve were still here. “   i'm sorry.   ”

[f1ameheir]

i have made it to part two of qos…

in other words , i won’t know happiness again until the end of koa …

[f1ameheir]

at three in the morning , when rowan is dead asleep next to her , this is the kind of shit aelin would ask him out of the blue …

would you join the circus for me ?

[f1ameheir]

i know i owe replies and such , but just mentally i am a body. but starting qos again has me really wanting to write so . . .

like this for a few lined / single paragraph starter

[griefseason]

the  aggression  is  like  claws  down  glass.       practically  makes  his  eye  twitch  as  that  familiar  tick  of  his  jaw  draws  his  vein  at  the  side  of  his  neck  to  pulse.      it  makes  his  own  anger  want  to  snap  back  like  a  bow  strung  tight  ,  just  waiting.       the  world  is  in  chaos  &*  aelin  pushes  for  things  that  will  make  everything  worse  –  is  her  help  truly  worth  it  ?       (  *  flashes  of  that  warehouse  remind  him  she  is  ;  she  slaughtered  men  before  anyone  could  even  react  ;  she  ran  faster  than  his  horse  to  reach  the  castle.      but  stories  of  her  magic  &*  how  monumental  it  had  been  reach  his  mind  with  the  same  intensity  ,  warring  against  his  rational  sense.     powerful  –  dangerous.     magic  is  what  has  taken  dorian  from  him.   )        ❛     you  came  back  someone  else  entirely  ,  cel--   ❜        he  bites  his  tongue  ,  his  fist  tightening  at  his  side.         ache.      anger.      loss.       he  swallows  it  down  –  buries  it  in  his  gut.         ❛     i  can't    …    account  for  you.     what  you'll  do.        i  can't  trust  you'll  do  what  you  say.     ❜

[f1ameheir]

a rare moment by which aelin was glad magic had been snuffed out. even as she still can feel ghosts of flame flicker within her veins , it brought a momentary comfort that they slumbered. unable to crest the surface and ignite to bring the anger into a physical presence in of itself. ( but it wasn't all anger , was it ? ) looking at the man who stood before her , nothing like the captain of the royal guard she had left at the docks a different lifetime ago. where once there was light in those deep copper eyes now only housed a sea of darkness and anguish. guilt a too familiar feeling in aelin's life only grew at the acknowledgement. even with the little information given to her since returning , she knew there was more he was keeping. perhaps not just from her , but himself. and it was not her place to push. stealing her face into a cool neutrality , turquoise eyes that would give her away long before the hidden blonde strands would flutter within the dim lighting.

“   you heard about narrok i'm guessing. the rumors of what i had done.   ” it was a risk , a stupid , blind risk to take this route , but time was running out. if what she had witnessed in wendlyn was only a fraction of what was happening here — it may already be too late. “   how do you expect to stop this , to save dorian , when you keep the one person who has gone up against the very thing that is plaguing this city in the dark ?   ” that is possessing your best friend.

[f1ameheir]

no no no , you see it's not the aelin & rowan reunion i am looking forward to in qos . . . its the death of arobynn hammel.

i mean i am here for lys and aelin and rowan and aelin but that man dying is chefs kiss !