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Petition for Sarah J Maas to publish a book with all the wedding scenes we did not get in the tog and acotar series
Probably the most touching scene in the series
There was not one empty seat in the Royal Theater that night. Every box and tier was crammed with nobility, merchants, whoever could afford the ticket. Jewels and silk gleamed in the light of the glass chandeliers, the riches of a conquering empire.
The news about the slave massacres had struck that afternoon, spreading through the city on a wave of murmuring, leaving only silence behind. The upper tiers of the theater were unusually still, as if the audience had come to be soothed, to let the music sweep away the stain of the news.
Only the boxes were full of chatter. About what this meant for the fortunes of those seated in the plush crimson velvet chairs, debates over where the new slaves would come from to ensure there was no pause in labor, and about how they should treat their own slaves afterward. Despite the chiming bells and the raising and dimming of the chandeliers, it took the boxes far longer to quiet than usual.
They were still talking when the red curtains pulled back to reveal the seated orchestra, and it was a miracle they bothered to applaud for the conductor as he hobbled across the stage.
That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space.
It was the Song of Eyllwe.
Then the Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labor camps.
And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.
When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage.
The next morning, by royal decree, the theater was shut down.
No one saw those musicians or their conductor again
“You will discover, just as the ballads and novels promise, that some loves really are forever. It is only the time you have together that is not.”
— Beau Taplin • B a l l a d s a n d N o v e l s
““If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.””
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(via suspend) This quote is one of my ultimate favorite quotes in the history of ever. (via bthnyy)
(via beautyofpale)
“Repeat after me: I am the woman of my own dreams. I require no validation. My wish is my command. My life is my own. I build it. My voice is my own. I use it. I am relentless in my dedication to trusting myself. I am insatiable in my thirst for the extraordinary, and I do not settle for the mediocre…”
— Robin Lee (via lovelustquotes)
Some of the sketches that went into Margaret Rogerson’s An Enchantment of Ravens cover. I loooooooovvvvvveeeeeed working on this :)
“Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?” Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. “No,” I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. “Tell me.” “I cannot,” he says, then frowns.
-The Cruel Prince
“I can be charming. I charmed you, didn’t I?” - J “Do not expect others to share my depraved tastes.” - C
I am finally having fun painting again. I’ve missed doing personal projects and paintings from books that I love. So here is Jude and Cardan from The Cruel Prince by Holly Black. I hope yall like it!
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Prints of this on my Redbubble :)
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Roque’s Defeat
“I killed their pack leader,” Sevro says when I ask why the wolves follow him. He looks me up and down and flashes me an impish grin from beneath the wolf pelt. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t fit in your skin.”
When I knew: written 8 months ago
I knew you were a dreamer when I saw the skies you made into stills, kept as a diary for the days that your heart grew weary. I knew you were a dreamer when I saw that you had a heart for art and sought it with your pastel sweaters and photographs. I knew you were a dreamer when you spoke of your dream, not of the road you’re taking but of one that doesn’t have a certain path for it is spontaneous and delves into worlds of unknown. I knew you were a dreamer when I saw you. It was a burst of intuition that I couldn’t understand but I knew. I knew.
Imagine
You’re showering and Rhysand steps under the water behind you. He wraps his hands around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder whilst laughing gently, you then scream and beat him with your shampoo bottle, because how the fuck did he get in your house
December 23, 2017: Fragment
Sitt
I have thought, for the better part of my existence, that life was easy. Looking through the eyes of a 10 year old who can’t even walk to bathroom without fearing embarrassment, life was only that. Little childish fears, spontaneous but never fulfilling wants, ice candies sold by the vendor just outside the elementary gates, mounds of soil shaped into concave cakes by the shell of a coconut. Childhood was like looking through an aged window. A bit blurry and dusty but still enough to see colors. Yet you never see the entire figure.
Have you heard of the song Through the Eyes of a Child by Aurora? I assume you haven’t. You should listen to it. I get to see peace with it.
I bet you’re either intrigued or confused by this point. Where is this girl getting at? Why is she saying all this stuff? I advise you nothing. This is a stupid letter from a girl that seeks enlightenment yet walks away from it.
You can bet that my letters are going to be like this. Thoughts cut off by another one, overlapping. Sometimes never making any sense. Fragments never quite fitting to make a whole coherent idea. That's alright. I don't understand me either.
Good tidings to you.
Sky