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purplebass · 6 months

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I can’t wait to see where V is going to go with the Threads series thought I seems like we are going to have to wait awhile until then since she is going to be working on other books. I does make you wonder though about all the Easter eggs in her writing though since I read in a interview that she has everything planned before she writes so she works backwards and knows how her stories end. I always knew Holland was her favorite so I’m excited to see how she continued to incorporate him and I know she said she’s extremely exited to write Kosika. She said we already met the new main character for book 2 but it was brief and I felt like Tes considered the main character of book one but won’t be going forward? I wonder if Ren is every going to be a main character in those series or the next… like the world feels rich enough that it could continue with the offspring :)

Anon, sorry for the delay but I've been a little on/off these days :( but I do appreciate your messages!!! I love discussing this series 🥺

I've just read V's monthly newsletter and it seems like she will go back to Threads #2 and #3 soon. I mean, she didn't say it openly but I thought she hinted that after she finished her last novel she might go back to works that are part of a series because it's easier to do. I also believe she plans ahead! I remember a story she posted in 2020 about Threads. She showed her progression board with post-its, and I think her favorite way to plan is know the beginning and the end and then plant the middle. So she knows how it starts, main events in the middle, and the end. It's a good way to know where you are going. So I think she definitely has a plan, she just needs to start writing. I don't know if she'd write the two books back to back, but I don't believe the #2 book will see the light until 2025 😭 it depends on her deadline with the editor. I think Threads #1 took about a year and half to be completed (between planning, writing, editing).

I think Holland will be consistent in the future. I read that she was sad when she knew she had to give him that ending in ACOL, so him being here is definitely a way for her to bring him back because she also missed him.🥹

I also thought Tes was a main character, and I think she will be important in the future. Ren might be a main character too. In a way, being a child, her pov would be fun to write because a child's pov could be highly unreliable XD so the reader might have a hard time figuring it out lol because she would see the world through innocent eyes. I believe V could surely pull it off because she knows how to write younger characters.

Another character that might be important in Threads #2 could be Nero, Tes' friend the bone magician. Nero might actually be a royal (maybe from the fourth or fifth family in line). He might not even know about it. He might've been abandoned as a child and had his memory erased after his family found out he was a bone magician. Bone magic is powerful but also forbidden. Maybe, if he is truly the son of royals, his family might've abandoned him because he couldn't be useful to them since bone magic is illegal. The royal family might've suspected of them, so decided to abandon the child before the royals would know he had bone magic. They might try to find him again because the Hand is stopping at nothing to dethrone Rhy. They would find a bone magician super useful for their goals, since this magic is not easy to counter-attack. We saw that even a strong magician like Alucard couldn't do much when Nero used his magic on him. He would surely be a powerful ally to have, if I were the Hand. It would also show good dynamics because Tes considers him her friend and she's sort of forced to be on the side of the royal family because she has their protection. Imagine her reaction when she learns who he is and with whom he allied. She had been resistant to ally with the Hand, finding out Nero is one of them could feel like betrayal, in a way.Also, the name... lol. Nero like the emperor. I thought he would be a fire magician when I heard his name.

#posta #adsom #tftop #ve schwab #threads of power #the fragile threads of power #shades of magic

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yolowritter · 1 month

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A Case of Ladybug Luck Chapter 4

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to Hell! Holy Nooroo it's been so long since I posted abt this AU. Mostly because I'm busy actually writing it and 300k words are apparently nowhere near enough to finish what I started a year ago! Anyway, I'm just going to do a speedrun of posting these early chapters because I want to get to the good stuff already! Believe me, it's worth! So, from now on I won't have a note at the beggining of this, just the snippet and chapter link, kay? Cool! Asks are open btw if anyone wants to chat about ACOLL! Enjoy my suffering!

Nathalie was curled up on the couch, definitely asleep. She looked pale, the same way Marinette would pale when she was worried about him. Like she’d literally been worried sick. His father was sitting in an armchair beside her, reading a book. Gabriel didn’t notice his approach. One of them had wheeled out a TV from the guest rooms down the hall, and it was tuned in on…the news? TVI, it looked like, and they were on an add break. Adrien took a deep breath to steady himself, to throw the image of his seething father almost breaking the dinner table with his fist, right out of his mind.

Gabriel glanced at the screen, stared at the advertisement, something about a new hair product, and went back to his book. It had a full black cover, Adrien noted as he approached. Gabriel heard his footsteps, used a bookmark to not lose the page he was on, and shut the book, placing it next to him on the chair. For a moment, Adrien saw the title. “The Illusion of Living.” Wow. Macabre, much?

“G-good morning father.”, Adrien tried as a greeting. This…was weird. He wasn’t used to seeing his father relax…or at all, to be honest. He looked uninterested, indifferent. Gabriel glanced at the TV, saw the news hadn’t come on yet, and turned to face his son.

“Ah, Adrien. Did you sleep well?”, he asked, seeming genuinely curious. Oddly, Adrien noticed his father wasn’t wearing his tie clip. The empty white spot where it should be drew his eye, but Adrien reigned himself in and nodded an affirmative.

“Yes. But…father, I don’t mean to disrespect you but…don’t I have a photoshoot today? Two hours ago?”, he asked, hesitant.

Gabriel’s expression shifted from his calm. Like a porcelain mask, the façade cracked, and for a single second Adrien thought he saw guilt and sadness in his father’s eyes. He looked so…forlorn. Defeated, even. Guilty.

He nodded, seeing that his father wasn’t going to say anything else. Adrien glanced at Nathalie, concerned. His father’s assistant, always a stern but constant presence…looked so frail. She looked like mom- like she desperately needed the rest. Gabriel sighed when he caught him staring.

“Nathalie is fine, son. She’s just tired. We had an…interesting morning.” A morning that nearly cost Gabriel his sanity, and some pocket change to top things off. Some 50.000 thousand euros to ensure the silence of the hospital staff and discharge him as soon as he was stable. He was fine, really. The problem wasn’t physical. Dizziness overcame him, suddenly. Emilie had said the same thing, once.

Adrien nodded again, not knowing what else to do. “I…Am I free for the day, then?”, he asked his father.

Gabriel didn’t even pretend to consider it. “Yes, free for the week. I’ve cancelled all your lessons and photoshoots. You’re…welcome to stay home, if you’d like. I’ve delegated my own duties for today, so if you require anything…please come talk to me.”, he said, sounding like the words struggled to leave his mouth.

“Adrien, remember. You are my son. I am your father. It’s my responsibility to make sure you are well. I will be there when you need me.”, Gabriel tried, testing the words. They sounded…right, this time. An odd sense of numbness washed over him again, and he turned back to the television. “You should go to your room, sleep some more. It’s been a long week for you, I’m sure.”, he added as an afterthought, his tone monotonous and dry. Almost robotic.

“…Right. I- I’ll go and lay down, then. Good morning, father.”

Gabriel blinked, as if the time was news to him. Right, the night was over. It was a new day, now. He didn’t feel like it. He barely felt like anything at all. “Of course, son. Now go.”, he insisted, eyes glued to the final, fading advertisement, before the screen switched to Nadja Chamack. Adrien obeyed and began to ascend the stairs again, and Gabriel unmuted the broadcast.

“Welcome back, Paris. As I said before, there have been no further news on the case. Poor weather conditions lasted all throughout the night, and police have had no luck finding any trace of…”

Adrien stopped in his tracks, midway up the staircase. He breathed deeply. “Father…did something happen?”, he asked hesitantly. Something had to have happened. This…couldn’t all be because of Lila, could it?

Gabriel’s eyes seemed to glance back at him, even though his head didn’t move an inch.

“We’re standing by for news on any new developments, and are hoping for the best. Please wait for more information.”

“Not to me. I’m fine.”, he said coldly, the air of indifference returning to his tone.

Adrien hoped it wouldn’t be followed by another outburst. He hung his head, and obeyed his father’s order, going back to his room. Maybe he could mess around with his piano? Last they’d met, Luka had given him some inspiration for a song. Hadn’t he said something about…masks? Adrien would have to text him, see if he remembered.

Plagg was there when Adrien opened the door, hovering over his unlocked phone. He looked…sad. Making a face of realization the same way Adrien would do when he could guess that more photoshoots would be added to his schedule. Like an inevitability had just come true. The kwami spun to face him when he came in, but Plagg’s face betrayed nothing of what Adrien had just seen.

“Hey kit! Morning! Wow, good thing your pops let us sleep in today huh? Say, I’m full of energy! How about we go for a run, huh? Get your muscles going?”, Plagg said, looking frantic and desperately pretending to be happy and excited. Adrien knew a thing or two about playing pretend.

Plagg never lied to him. Not unless something was very wrong, not after the Sandman incident. He’d promised. Plagg hadn’t lied to him since. Adrien let the worry he felt for Plagg show on his face. Words weren’t needed between them sometimes, and he didn’t think he should say what he could show. Plagg tried to keep his smile up. Adrien saw him strain himself, the widening of his eyes to look restless, the same expression he’d make when he got bored of flying around his room.

Adrien stared at him. Plagg stared back, a pleading look to please pretend he was oblivious, go along with it. After a moment, the Kwami faltered, and his mask broke.

“K-kid.”, he tried to speak, voice cracking as if his throat had been hit by a Cataclysm. “Do me a favor.”, Plagg begged him. Adrien had already opened his mouth to agree when his phone rang. “Don’t answer that. Please.”, Plagg insisted.

Adrien checked the caller ID. It was Nino. He shot Plagg a look. The cell rang again. Adrien ignored it to swipe down on the screen and check his notifications. 37 missed calls from Nino. 2096 unread messages. Half of those from Alya. What the fuck? The ringing seemed to get louder. Plagg’s whiskers dropped, his face fell.

Adrien reached out a hand to pet him, to offer comfort for whatever was wrong, but Plagg retracted. “Kit…I’m so sorry.”, he offered meekly, and flew up to his spot, curling up in a ball. Adrien thought he heard him sobbing. He picked up the phone, worried and confused. Why was his father acting like that? Why was Plagg acting like that?

Nino’s voice sounded horrible. Like he’d been crying. “A-Adrien?”, he asked, stuttering in near disbelief. “Thank fuck, are you okay? No, sorry, stupid question. How are you…holding up, dude?”

Okay, now Adrien knew something was very, very wrong. He tried to mask his fears with confusion. “Nino? What happened? I just woke up, are you okay?”, Adrien asked with genuine concern, trying not to panic. He’d kept himself together while fighting supervillains, he could get through one conversation without letting his worries eat him up.

Nino sobbed on the other end. Went silent. Adrien heard Alya’s voice, just barely, as if they’d moved the phone away from them.

“Nino…do we tell him?”, she asked, sounding frightened.

Nino failed to hold back a sob. “Babe…we have to.”

Nino moved the phone closer. “Uh…dude. You might want to check the news…”, he said awkwardly. Adrien was downright panicked now. He didn’t respond to Nino, he rushed back downstairs to his father, to the broadcast. What was happening? Why were his friends walking on eggshells around him? Had he done something? Did Lila do something?

“Please hold on, we’ve just received a statement from Officer Raincomprix. Stand by for-”

Gabriel had the book in his lap, reading calmly. Miss Chamack’s voice didn’t seem to bother him. She paused mid-sentence, and moved off screen.

She came back into frame, looking like she was about to cry. Her professionalism was in shambles, Adrien saw the way her face twitched with silent tears, holding back the urge to sob.

“I- I regret to inform everyone that we’ve received official word from the Parisian Police Department. Marinette Dupain Cheng has been confirmed dead. It was ruled a suicide.”

#miraculous ladybug #ao3 fanfic #a case of ladybug luck #marinette dupain cheng #it's peak angst #a *lot* of angst #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #marinette f*cking died #for real this time #i swear #once again i cringe at my old chapters #i've gotten so much better #i swear on Nooroo himself #mental unhealth #when is it not #adrien agreste needs a hug #he gets it from the local terrorist #hope you enjoy

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lindensea · 7 years

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It’s time to talk about Holland Vosijk.

***MAJOR MAJOR ACOL SPOILERS***

LAST CHANCE! Please don’t read this if you haven’t finished A Conjuring of Light yet. Just look away and scroll on by!

On the shuttle today, I read that Victoria Schwab said on Reddit that “and then, at last, the world breathed in” upon Holland’s death means that he was indeed the someday king, and that his sacrifice was the catalyst for the return of magic. That fucked me up pretty bad and I was on the verge of tears walking back to my car. But I got to thinking.

1. Suffering and sacrifice are Holland’s main themes. “No one suffers as beautifully as you.” Sacrifices of freedom, of will, of dignity, of blood. But most of his sacrifices are ones Holland has no say in, ones he is forced to do through someone else’s will, be it Athos’ or Osaron’s. For the entire duration of the Shade’s of Magic timeline (excluding the flashbacks in ACOL and the ten seconds of Holland in Black London), Holland has not been his own person. While he did possess a certain amount of freedom during his time as king of White London, I’m not sure if it should count. He couldn’t even really sleep during that time because Osaron would take over (btw that scene in AGOS really impressed me on reread). I don’t think that counts as freedom. Anyway, my point is that Holland barely makes any choices of his own free will. But basically all the choices he does make of his own volition involve sacrifice on his part. The execution, wearing the main ring, taking the Inheritor. Maybe it’s a fatalist attitude, sadism, or suicidal tendencies. But maybe that was just always his destiny, and he knew in some way.

2. Banking off that theme, I’d argue there was some foreshadowing in the scene in ACOL when Vortalis first finds Holland. Young (and still idealistic) Holland is sitting in the Silver Wood, dreaming about the Someday King and absently letting his own blood drip into the Sijlt. Vortalis comments that it’s not enough to fix the world. He was right. White London needed his all. :(

3. Holland chooses to return to that same spot when he knows he is going to die. This is the spot where he was once the best version of himself, young and free and trying vainly to heal the world. All mentions of the Silver Grove involve Holland’s dreams to fix his world. He prayed for the ability to protect there, tried to heal the world with his own blood, and then made a deal with Vortalis--a deal to essentially make the someday king. At the end of his life, after he has sacrificed it all, Holland goes back to the Silver Wood to rest, remember, and die. And it is there that he accomplishes what he always dreamed he would.

4. Holland got what he wanted.

“All Holland wanted was to see his world restored.

Revived.

He knew the legends—the dreams—of a magician powerful enough to do it. Strong enough to breathe air back into its starved lungs, to quicken its dying heart.

For as long as Holland could remember, that was all he’d wanted.

And for as long as Holland could remember, he had wanted the magician to be him.

Even before the darkness bloomed across his eye, branding him with the mark of power, he’d wanted it to be him. He’d stood on the banks of the Sijlt as a child, skating stones across the frozen surface, imagining that he would be the one to crack the ice. Stood in the Silver Wood as a grown man, praying for the strength to protect his home. He’d never wanted to be king, though in the stories the magician always was. He didn’t want to rule the world. He only wanted to save it.”

And later...

“Death comes for us all," said Holland evenly. "I would simply have mine mean something.”

Just leave me.

#holland vosijk #a conjuring of light #shades of magic #v.e. schwab #acol spoilers #guys i'm not ok #i hope this was coherent #and i know there's a lot more to be added onto this #feel free to do so if you think of anything else :)

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sixofravens-reads · 7 years

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Ok so I had this whole big post written up on my laptop, but then it crashed, and it's nearly 1am, so I apologize if this isn't as eloquent as it could be (also I just wasted the last of my brainpower mathing out how long it'll take to save up for a new laptop because this one is on it's very last leg). ANYWAYS. POISON STUDY. Finished poison study tonight and like, idk after my book-hangover from ACOL wore off I liked it a bit better, but i still found the characters a bit meh, and yelena drives me insane. Perhaps the writing in the series gets better in the later books? Also the trans representation was...not as good as it could've been....idk I'm not going to say any more on that topic because a) I'm cis, and b) I'm sure there are already a dozen good posts about it, but there were a lot of red-flag things that even I could pick up (ie the male character being referred to as "she" in every flashback.) I feel like Snyder had her heart in the right place but she could've really benefitted from a sensitivity reader. Wish I could give it 3.5 stars on Goodreads, but sadly it's gonna have to be a 3. I will definitely be picking up Magic Study sometime, though. (And FYI yes I do still ship vambrose, obvs that's never gonna be canon but like.....cmon man their whole backstory is asking for some cute fanfic)

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livingasaghost · 7 years

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life has been...a lot.

it’s weird that time keeps moving because sometimes i feel like i’m living a completely different life than what i did a few years ago or even last year. i am not the same person, and neither is the world. i started a bookstagram account a few days ago, and it’s been a blast honestly. i never realized how good i am at taking book photos until i actually tried. more than that, i haven’t felt this creative in a long time. months, maybe even years if i’m being honest. i think i had forgotten how much i LOVE art. all kinds. i’m writing more poetry for my creative writing class, i’m collaging magazines, taking photos daily (because i got vsco and i have this bookstagram soooo), and even getting calligraphy pens has helped. i just constantly am trying to do my best art and it’s so fulfilling. granted i’ve been slacking on novel writing and video making and songwriting is kind of not a thing i do anymore, but i’m so happy with where i am in my life right now. i’m branding with margot this week for a logo and it’s honestly such a dream being realized. i have wanted a legit logo for my business since high school, and now that dream is coming true. not to mention i’m going back to florida next weekend to shoot some serious videos. (how am i thriving this much??) 2017 for me has been a lot of creativity, and even some discipline, although not too much. i still have struggled with feeding myself. i want to get better at cooking, but it’s just hard when i’m so lazy. i think at some point this year or next year i want to buy a cookbook and actually commit to something in that area. i think i can cook, i just hate it. maybe if i force myself to do it i will get better. additionally, my bedtime is falling behind again. i’m doing better than last year, but it still needs some work. i also want to work on getting off my electronic devices earlier. it’s totally doable, i just need to work on that whole discipline thing.

the other half of my life involves our world. the awful, disheartening, sad world of america in 2017 under a new administration. i think all of us hillary supporters were worried about it, but i know i specifically tried not to think about this age with you know who in charge. the worst thing is, it’s 6 days into the next four years and i feel so incredibly powerless. every time i get online he passed a new executive order or made some other comment that makes me want to hurl. he talks about “alternative facts” and how taxpayers are supposed to pay for this wall at the border and how taxes can no longer fund abortions and it’s exhausting. i want to retweet all the things to show support to the people who need it while also informing people and staying on top of everything, but it isn’t healthy. i dwell on everything far too much, and it’s messing with my head. i just want to fly into the sun most days. how did we let this happen? how is anyone letting him do these things? we joke that our resistance is run by webster’s dictionary, the national parks service, and teen vogue, but it actually is. women’s march was great on saturday and it gave me hope that we can unite, but after the fact it just keeps feeling like getting punched. i want to scream and cry and i just wish i could march up to the white house and set everything right BUT I CAN’T. that’s not how the world works, but i keep asking myself how god let all this happen. i’m sure in 50 years i’ll be telling myself “look everything worked out, even if we suffered for a while. it’ll be okay.” but right now i’m mad and i’m frustrated. so i guess i need to figure out a good way to control what political stuff i see and how i react to it because if i don’t get this settled it’ll be a long four years. obama, please come back.

in happier news, i got an arc of tash hearts tolstoy and it is probably going to be in my top 5 books of the year. along with every heart a doorway and probably acowar and acol. bam there’s four. i don’t even need to read anything else. i also got approved to get an arc for the next EHADW book and I AM SO EXCITED!!! i love being semi-successful because it means i get free books. (no shame) plus i’m interviewing v next month for acol!!! EVERY TIME I REMEMBER I GET ALL GIDDY INSIDE. hopefully i get to interview kathryn ormsbee at seya because i would love to get to chat with her about tash. i also figured out that audiobooks are great for my internship (both the commute & while i’m writing these mindless articles). i have about 4 hours left in the acomaf audiobook and i’m really hoping i can finish before next week so i can count it for january.

i’m just really proud of myself and all that college has done for me. life is weird yall.

#personal #thoughts

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