i guess supernova can be defined as doppleganger stuff. I don't know if there's a "alternative universes meet" trope but thats my shit and u know about it.
i do know it very well and im gonna rate that one an A bc i also love it
especially because there can be wildly different characterizations of the same character over different aus esp if theyre made by different people(always fun and cool) and you can have so many different shenanigans of them figuring out each others' worlds and similarities and differences and stuff
and you can get WILD with it too like pau and flau?? two completely different aus but extremely funny when put together(and possible to do! bc i did it! and it sucked bc i didnt know how to do big projects in a healthy way but i did it w saras help and im proud of it go read supernova yall)
I was tagged by @spaceshipkat for the ten books I want to read in 2020, and she took SEVERAL of the people I’d normally tag out of the running (how dare) so if I don’t mention you it’s probably because she did. ANYWAY.
1. In the Shadow of the Sun by E.M. Castellan
2. An Illusion Of Thieves by Cate Glass
3. Storm from the East by Joanna Hathaway (technically started but school keeps GETTING IN MY WAY, this is a book to SAVOR okay)
4. Lady Hotspur by Tessa Gratton
5. The Winter Duke by Claire Eliza Bartlett
6. Lavinia by Ursula K Leguin
7. Queen of Coin and Whispers by Helen Corcoran
8. The Boneless Mercies by April Genevieve Tucholke
9. The Devil Comes Courting by Courtney Milan
10. Wicked Like A Wildfire by Lana Popović
Not all of these are 2020 releases because I am as always behind the times, but here you are. Tagging @anomaliewrites @folatefangirl @wizardheart83 @donovan-contingencies @agardenandlibrary
Hey want an old snippet from before Shatterglass was, well, Shatterglass?
It was originally a lot closer to the original Throne of Glass, but I also hadn’t created Lillian in the earliest stages.
Celaena didn’t smile at his wit. “Why shouldn’t I kill you?” she asked. “You came here, alone, to the room of a highly trained killer who hates your whole family.”
“Come on, Celaena,” Dorian said, hints of a smile creeping into his voice. She hadn’t looked away from the window, but she hadn’t needed to – he didn’t bother being quiet even when he wasn’t talking. “We both know you won’t hurt me.”
She moved too quickly for him to think about countering. His back hit the wall hard, but her makeshift knife kissed the skin just under his eye so much more softly, with just enough pressure that a drop of blood welled up at the tip.
“Typical Adarlan arrogance,” she said, breath making the drop quiver a little in the flickering light of the torches. “I’m not sure how much clearer I can be on this subject – I hate you. You are alive because you have something I want, but hate is not rational. Hate will get you killed if you push me too far, no matter the information you might be able to give me. And then I will move on to the next person. This contest is not the only way for me to get what I want, boy. Just the easiest, and maybe not even that.”
The torches made his eyes a much darker blue than usual. She could feel him shaking against her, the constant tiny shivers of an animal too afraid to move. She could smell his sweat.
Celaena Sardothien smiled not even an inch away from her prey. “Well?”
He swallowed hard but managed to croak, “Well, what?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to tell me what I want to know? Since I have a knife in your face?”
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Now is not the time to play coy,” she informed him, tracing the point of the knife along the underside of his eye.
“I mean I don’t know.” He swallowed again when her face went blank. “My father doesn’t know or doesn’t care to tell me who-”
She punched him in the gut with her other hand, moving the weapon just in time to keep him from impaling himself when he buckled and nearly fell. “You don’t know,” she said quietly. “This whole time, you strung me a long like one of your play-pretties, dangling the name of Sam’s murderer in front of me like a carrot on a stick, and you didn’t know?”
“I know how to get the information,” he managed, eyeing the knife she placed very carefully on the vanity nearby.
“Little boy,” she said, in that voice that used to terrify even Arobynn, however he tried to hide it, slow and careful and gentle, “I am about to teach you why it is a very bad idea to bluff me.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I should have posted this this morning but my parents decided they too wanted to experience Civil War. My mom was Team Cap, I was Team Iron Man, and my father was Team Concerned About This Universe Cause Its Heroes Seem Legit Unstable.
Summary:
It's a mistake destroying Steve's gesture of goodwill, Tony thinks, even as he takes an unholy amount of glee smashing that stupid phone to bits down in his lab and DUM-E waits eagerly with a fire extinguisher for the last of the letter to burn down. But it's a mistake Tony is happy to make.
Tamora Pierce shelf! It's the only one actually getting organized today because I'm just throwing most things into shelves so I can get rid of the boxes.
