#crownedfatality

[sentinaels]

↳ @crownedfatality + plotted starter !

               it is a DIFFICULT case if she’s ever seen one. even the eldest of the torre cesme’s healers, those who have seen PLENTY of seemingly-impossible situations and worked through every one, are scratching their beards at this ; but not all of them are GIFTED with magic, and though yrene is still experiencing with hers ( she was but a child when it was snuffed out ), she’s been given the right to INTERVENE. “ lady nesryn, ” she starts as she steps out of the room where captain westfall lays, comfortably installed, “ i THINK i have some idea on how to get started on— ” her voice dies in her throat as she looks up from her notes and realizes it is NOT nesryn faliq sitting there, but a pretty BLONDE woman. as their eyes meet, memories flash ; to a dirty, cramped little inn in innish, to the dark alley where she’d thought she would die, and to the money an ALMOST-STRANGER had given her so she could realize her dream after all. ( she’s never quite forgotten the PECULIAR hue of those eyes. ) “ you’re— you’re not nesryn, ” she manages feebly. 

[icedriven-blog]

@crownedfatality

    They sit in silence as the boat drifts along the coastline, tension filled the air between them. “T-Thank you.” He whispered hoarsely trying to forget the screams of his dying people. The witches voice telling him to run, Aelin at his heels. They had barely made it out alive. “How did you know?” He wondered if it were due to this... this thread that seemed to connect them to each other. A mate bond, he’s heard. But he kept his mouth shut because she wasn’t his, or well... she didn’t know and he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. “Does everyone know of the witches plans?” Everyone but him?

[sentinaels]

@crownedfatality

       The world stopped. And then started back up again.

      Aelin Galathynius stood with an immortal stillness honed from the months of training in Mistward. She might have laughed if the expression in his eyes had been anything other than that BLEAK LIFELESS VOID she had fought so hard to free Dorian from.

                                                ( No. No. No. No. No. Not him. Not Aedion. )

        She wanted to SCREAM. Wanted to pull her sword from the scabbard strapped to her back and launch herself onto him. Oh gods, ––––– her sword. The sword of Orynth. The sword that was hers by right as the rightful Heir to Terrasen. The sword Aedion had SAVED to give to her all these years. It suddenly felt heavier.

                She couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want too. Not if it meant that her beloved cousin, the person she had went to HELL and back for, was swallowed up by that disgusting Valg.

        ❝ Why ?❞ is all she can manage to choke out, her voice no more than a whisper on the wind. Perhaps this was all some cruel joke. She prayed to every higher being she could think of that it was.

               though the real aedion kicked and screamed ( use the sword — cut the blasted ring off, stab me, i don’t even care anymore ), the demon who wore his face smiled. it was an unhuman smile, that one, as if someone were pulling the strings of a mummer’s face into an expression that wasn’t his own. “ why so surprised, darling girl ? ” he lifted a hand, showing off the ring that shone there. beneath the golden wyvern and the white stag, the metal stone was black as COAL. “ everyone was watching, and the king was most attentive of all. he wouldn’t have been able to leave, and so he chose to put the gift on. he bet his life on a simple gesture and was forced to ignore what irked him about it ; he gambled and he lost. it is so simple, i’m rather disappointed you didn’t notice a thing. it seems i am a good actor after all. ” his hands moved to the blad resting at his hip, grazing the pommel. “ you may have stopped one monarch, but there is no fighting what’s coming. ”

[traiitorprince]

@crownedfatality

    “Love and toleration are two different things, Aelin.”

[sentinaels]

thisheartofink a réagi à votre billet “why do porn blogs keep following me i am pure”

Those bots are EVERYWHERE lately

i ha t E it my mom almost saw one once and i freaked out

steadyfire a réagi à votre billet “why do porn blogs keep following me i am pure”

Pure as mud. Imeanwat? For real though I had 18 follow me in a row like holy sheeeeit

sideeyes u w love. damn man how did that even happen

crownedfatality a réagi à votre billet “why do porn blogs keep following me i am pure”

L M A O u sure about that

purer than u. fight me nina

[traiitorprince]

MINE

MY LITTLE FIREBABIES

[traiitorprince]

@crownedfatality

    “Aelin, I... I need to talk to you.”

[warmedstone-blog]

@crownedfatality ; starter call

“i’m here because you requested assistance, not that there is any reason i had to answer,” manon spoke carefully, she was addressing a queen now; one that had her respect for managing to kill the witch baba yellowlegs, but even still - she had killed one of her own kind and therefore had no reason to be civil at this court. since she had defeated her grandmother for what she’d done to asterin the blackbeak clan had been hers, and could see why aelin would now seek an alliance between them. to defeat the valg demons that where taking over. “what could i possibly help you with, now?”