Sierra’s Bookish Sideblog | Bi | Leo | Main: lavahaz | would lay my life down for Manon, Tessa, and Jordan+Hennessy no question | SPOILERS BELOW | Currently Reading: Currently Listening: (CR/CL as of 3/31/2023)
Our journey with the Bells Hells is ending tomorrow! Now feels like a good time to do this.
39 looks across 25 different characters, and that’s not even all of them!
From the moment I started working with Critical Role, I’ve been keenly aware of the privilege of my position. Not many artists get to experience the joy of seeing their designs cosplayed, drawn, loved, or even hated at the level I have. Every pitch, every sketch, every hour banging my head against every long render- it’s all been such a gift.
I’ll be eternally grateful for the years that the Lucky One was Me.
So sail on, Bells Hells. I’ll see you all the next time I’m in Exandria.
A compilation of Dorian flirting with Manon and her getting “annoyed” by it (she hates how much she loves it).
QoS
“The man closest to the king didn’t bother glancing around. His sapphire eyes went right to Manon, and stayed there. … He smiled at Manon as though he knew the taste of her blood. She stifled the urge to bare her teeth”
“The dark-haired young man who had ridden at his side dismounted with fluid grace, still smirking at her. She ignored him.”
“The prince was now leaning against a gnarled oak. Noticing her attention, he gave her a lazy grin. It was enough. King’s son or not, she didn’t give a damn.”
“Is there a reason you’re smiling at me,” she said, “or shall I interpret it as a death wish?” ... “Do I need a reason to smile at a beautiful woman?” “I’m not a woman.” Her iron nails glinted as she crossed her arms.”
“I’ve been with plenty of men. You’re all the same. Taste the same.” She looked him over as if he were her next meal. “I dare you,” he managed to say. Her eyes narrowed, the gold like living embers. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful.”
Eos
“I once told you to find me again—it seems like you couldn’t wait to see my handsome face.” Her shoulders stiffened slightly.“I’m hungry.” He smiled slowly. As if she’d heard that smile, Manon glared. “Food.”
“It’s coming in a few minutes. I’d hate for you to waste away into nothing. It’d be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.” “I am not a woman,” was all she said. But hot temper laced those molten gold eyes.
“Witch, woman … as long as the parts that matter are there, what difference does it make?” She eased into a sitting position, disbelief and exhausted outrage on that perfect face. She bared her teeth in a silent snarl.
“I don’t think you can handle the sort of things I need, witchling. And I am never begging for anything again in my life.” And then he left. Manon stared after him, a hiss of rage slipping from her own lips. At the opportunity she hadn’t taken to grab him, hold him hostage, and demand her freedom; at the arrogance in his assumption; at the heat that had gathered in her core and now throbbed insistently enough that she clamped her legs together.
Dorian prowled to her. “I said that I’d do it.” Manon took in each inch of him as he towered over her, and a shiver of pleasure rippled through her. “I suggest you listen.” The pure male arrogance in that statement alone— “You’re courting death if you—” Dorian lowered his mouth to hers. It was a featherlight graze, barely a whisper of touch. Intent, calculated, and so unexpected she arched into it a bit…. She didn’t move, didn’t even breathe—like every part of her body was waiting to see what he’d do next.
“We’re not done, you and I.” And it was the purely male promise that made her bare her teeth. “Unless you would like to learn precisely what parts of me are made of iron the next time you touch me, I decide those things.”
Manon’s iron nails slid out. “I would be careful handling that if I were you.” “The warning is noted and appreciated,” he said, meeting those gold eyes in the mirror. She didn’t return his smile.
KoA
Her stare drifted to the pale band around his throat. “I’m still not convinced, princeling,” she hissed, “that I shouldn’t just kill her.” “And what would it take, witchling, to convince you?” He didn’t bother to hide the sensual promise in his words, nor their edge. A muscle flickered in Manon’s jaw.
“How do you want to play this?” Dorian murmured. “Do you want me to keep quiet, or be at your side?” “Asterin is my Second.” “And what am I, then?” The smooth question ran a hand down her spine, as if he’d caressed her with those invisible hands of his. “You are the King of Adarlan.” “Shall I be a part of the discussions, then?” “If you feel like it.” She felt his rising annoyance and hid her smirk. Dorian’s voice dropped into a low purr. “Do you know what I feel like doing?” She twisted her head to glare at him incredulously. And found the king smirking.
“What am I supposed to be watching for, exactly?”... “My eyes,” he said. “Just tell me if they change color.” She growled. “This shape-shifting is really a pressing thing to learn?” “Indulge me,” he purred, and reached inward, his magic flaring... Manon gave him a look that might have sent a lesser man running. “They’re still blue.” Gods above, she was beautiful.
“But you are not cold, not at heart. I’ve seen men who are, and you are not.” “Neither are you,” he said a bit quietly. The wrong thing to say. Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. “I am one hundred seventeen years old,” she said flatly. “I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don’t convince yourself that the events of the last few months have erased that.”
“You do care. You know it, too. It’s what makes you so damn scared of all this.” Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing. “Caring doesn’t make you weak,” he offered. “Then why don’t you heed your own advice?” “I care.”…. “I care about more than I should. I even care about you.” Another wrong thing to say. Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. “Then you’re a fool.” She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.
I even care about you. Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep… The king was a fool. Little more than a boy. What did he know of anything? Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care? She didn’t know. Didn’t want to know.
Dorian said into the darkness, “Three to a tent isn’t too comfortable, is it?” “I didn’t come back because I agree with you.” Manon yanked the blankets over herself. Dorian smiled slightly, and fell asleep once more, letting his magic warm them both.
“You’ll come back,” Manon said. It sounded like more of a threat than anything. Dorian smirked. “Would you miss me if I didn’t?” Manon didn’t reply. He didn’t know why he expected her to.
He even went so far as to run one of those phantom hands along her jaw. “You think I don’t know why you don’t want me to go to Morath?” He could have sworn she trembled. Could have sworn she arched her neck, just a little bit, leaning into that phantom touch.
“Because while you might be older, might be deadly in a thousand different ways, deep down, you’re afraid. You don’t know how to ask me to stay, because you’re afraid of admitting to yourself that you want it. You’re afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world. You’re afraid.” For several heartbeats, she just stared at him. Then she snarled, “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” and stalked away. His low laugh ripped after her. Her spine stiffened. But Manon did not turn back.
“And after?” “There will be no after.” He smiled slightly at her, a secret, knowing smile. “Won’t there be?” Manon asked, “What is it that you want?” You, he almost said. All of you.
“And I realized that Elain was the person both Lucien AND I didn’t see coming — there was a great deal of tension, growth, and healing to be found for both of them (together).”
Thank you so much to imlouise_art for this lovely piece! It’s beyond beautiful. 💛
Bat Boys Appreciation Week - Day 2: Young Bat Boys 🖤
For today's prompt, we wanted to do something that included all 3 of the bat boys. While looking for ideas, we came across art from @/tonyviento that had all 3 of them at their current ages and looking hot (reference here) 🔥 We fell in love with the idea of taking that same general pose and turning it into them in their younger years growing up and training in Illyria!
@/thiaperezart took that idea and made this adorable art of younger Rhys, Cassian and Azriel, and we couldn't love it more! We absolutely adore all the little ways she conveyed their individual personalities, while also showing the unbreakable brotherly bond these 3 will forever share 🖤
A chance to escape Grimmauld Place for a few hours; to feel the wind on her face and the cold of the early morning dew on her hands; to notice the seasons slowly emerging.
I'm going absolutely FERAL at EVERY single interaction between Aelin and Manon. Neither of them have leashes on their tempers, both are ready to square up at all times. Do they wanna kill each other? Do they wanna be best friends???? Both???????? Don't care. Love it.
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