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yevrosima-the-third · 2 years
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I've been meaning to make a post about this for a while but I can't seem to order my thoughts, so bear with me please.
I've heard people complain about The Republic of Thieves being low-stakes and boring, but what I think they don't understand is: it's exactly what it needs to be. It serves a purpose.
The Gentlmen Bastards are a 7 part series. The first two books were chock-full of action and moved quite swiftly. In the third book, both the story and the characters need a break (I'd say the characters also deserve it).
So the story is (relatively) laid back, but! We finally get the full backstory (at least I think that's their full backstory. actually the second I wrote that it occurred to me that it would be very resonant if in one of the future books, the one where Locke, as prophesied, gets a child, the backstory is about Bug. so myb not. anyway, back to my thought before it escapes again) and what, if @wilderminds is right, is some very ominous foreshadowing (the play they choose, the queen of thieves dying, the main guy having to kill his best friend etc). We also get a huge reveal at the end! And a prophecy. Now, that might not be to some people's tastes, but I love prophecies. I always kind of thought we'd follow Locke from cradle to the grave, and it seems we definitely will. It's not a good prophecy but I can't wait to see how it plays out!
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just-eyris-things · 2 years
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seadhne boss fight (bonus perhaps, + sitheach :3c)
Okay, so I FINALLY remembered I had bossfights in here left!
Welcome to Seafarer's Course, Raid Wing 8! You chase the ship of pirates who, apparently, have something that could destroy the world, or so claim the Lion Guard. After damaging their ship you corner them in their fortress of some ancient ruins, located on a remote island. You can get achievement Priory Consultant for finding all the scripts and murals.
The Pirate Queen must be protected, says the crew. Before meeting with her you must first defeat her crew, including two big bosses: Cannoneer Erin and First Mate Abraham. On your way to each boss you will have to fight pirate ambushes. Same goes for Seadhna, obviously. After defeating the last ambush, Seadhna comes out of hiding.
"Can't believe the famous Pact Commander came after some lost cash and a bunch of weapons," she says casually, before sighing and telling you she can't just let you kill those who remain.
The thing about this fight is that the timer does not start immediately as you enter combat.
Seadhna's mainly uses a sword and applies multiple stacks of bleeding. She also has a gun and she will randomly choose a player and shoot them. If the player is too close, they get a stun debuff and a knockback. If they are in the stack, 3 random players from around them share the debuff. The person who is chosen sees a mark over their head, so they can get out of stack and dodge the bullet (literally).
Her special mechanic is calling for aid, first time at 80%. She will call for her crew to put big bombs in the chamber. The timer starts now: Time until the ruins are blown: 10 minutes. The bombs will detonate every now and then, they cannot be destroyed. At 75% Seadhna will tell you that the captain will go with her ship and her fortress, but she won't let you harm others. She will call for aid again, this time smaller bombs will be placed randomly. They can be dodged or picked up and thrown at Seadhna to deal damage to her, CC her and apply confusion
At 50% Seadhna will call for aid again and tell you that most of her crew are out by now and you will never catch them. She will protect her own. Bomb mechanic again. She will also call for Sitheach, who will spawn on a platform above (you can get there by stairs that have a few holes in them so be ready to jump).
Sitheach has an open CC bar for most of the time. He will shoot players from above, you want to dodge that or you're dead, full stop. Just like Sabetha's flame wall, except focus is on a randomly selected player. Skills such as guardian's Sanctuary or any reflecting skills will protect the player. Reflecting skills will deal small amont of damage. At every 25% of his HP Sitheach will teleport to a different spot on the platform. In close combat he uses dagger and a pistol.
Seadhna will call for aid again at 25% but nothing will happen. Her crew is out, there is nobody to help her anymore. She will run to the nearest big bomb and have a CC bar while she tries to set it off herself. If you CC her then she gets a debuff "alone" - skills have major cool down, similarly to the player in LWs3 during the fight with self doubt. Seadhna will attempt more than once to detonate the bomb, each time you can CC her.
After she dies you can finally destroy the bombs or you can look for an exit. The escape route depends on the big bombs' initial layout.
Phew, that was a lot! Thank you for asking! i love me some pirates <3
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tobeathief · 2 years
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The Rose of the Marrows
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salemsoul · 4 years
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Thorn of Emberlain: Sabetha FanFic.
A little something I have written exploring what Sabetha could be dealing with after she leaves Karthain. (Spoilers for the first three books in the Gentleman Bastard Sequence). @incorrectgentlemanbastards this is about what we were talking about the other day.
Sabetha stepped off the boat and into the docks of Ashcoppin. It was a city north of Karthain in Balinel, far enough away she hoped nobody would recognise her and she could think about how she was going to make enough money to survive on for a while, before moving somewhere else. Not something she could dwell on for long, as she wasn't quite sure how long she had before making money in her usual means became difficult.
The docks were bustling with workers that paid her no heed as she walked past in her long chocolate skirts and red velvet jacket. Just another traveller passing through. She only had one bag with her filled with the only belongings she could pack when she left Karthain. The thought still weighed heavy on her heart. What, who she had left behind. And what that would mean for her now regarding her own situation.
Sabetha sighed, letting the thought go, and walked deeper into the city. Most of the people who lived here were merchants or were travellers waiting for the next ship out into the Sea of Brass, so the streets were very busy, enough so that she could disappear into a crowd if unwanted attention arose. She passed a few inns, but decided to opt to one deeper into the heart of the city so that she would have less chance of meeting so many travellers that could potentially recognise her. An added bonus to this, was that the inns deeper into the city were significantly grander, as they expected visitors to stay for far longer than a night or two.
She walked between two large brass columns and through the glass doors on one such establishment. The smell of citrus and lemongrass greeted her, a welcoming smell, and she paid for a room on the top floor. As she was now going to be careful about climbing for a while, at least she could enjoy the view of the city from her window.
She climbed the several floors to her room, surprised at how out of breath she was when she reached the top and settled in. The room indeed had a view of the city, and over the expanse of land, she could just see the glistening waves of the Sea of Brass. She could just about make out some features of people milling about below. An apple seller, basket in one arm, doffed his hat to a passing women, as her children hurried up to him, coins in hand and greedily grabbed a few apples. Sabetha's hand drifted absentmindedly to her lower stomach, as she stared transfixed at the children as they ran around in circles, taking large chunks from their fruit as their mother giggled, shaking her head.
She had been that young once, but she never remembered being so carefree. Would she have been different had she been allowed to grow up in her own mother's care instead of cradled in the harshness of the streets and what kind of mother would that make her? Had there ever been a point when she just lived without a thought but freedom and happiness. Her life had been carved in coldness and brutality. How was she supposed to raise someone differently?
She had found out when she reached the Ironhorn Mountains to secure a boat here. It had been a few weeks walk from Karthain, and when some of the mountain people had offered her some fish for dinner, the smell had caused her to throw up, then and there. One of the women joked about her being pregnant, which sent a cold chill down her spine. She had racked her brain for when her last bleed had been, when she had met Locke for dinner on the barge. Five weeks before.
That caused her to throw up again.
She had always been so careful in taking her daily tonic, since her first bleed, that in the flurry of running, Karthain burning behind her, she must have forgotten. Those first few days after she left were a blur in her mind.
Their local physiker had confirmed her thoughts, and for the rest of her stay she had stayed in quiet contemplation alone waiting for the boat. She would not be lying when she said her first words after that had been a string of colourfully arranged curses that would not be far from home in a sailor's mouth.
When she had left that night she packed everything she would need in sight before quickly leaving, never could she have guessed she had left with something she didn't pack. A stowaway, in her womb. Reminding her just exactly how much of a bad decision it was to leave. Preva, it seemed, had a sense of humour.
A few weeks on now, Sabetha had warmed to the idea of becoming a mother. Silently in her heart she hoped for a daughter. To have her own little girl to cherish, though a son certainly would not be unwelcomed. A daughter would be harder for sure. There are so many ways this world was more dangerous for a little girl, especially if she shared the colour of her hair. But Sabetha had survived, and thrived. She was certain if she had a daughter, through her careful guidance she would too.
Sabetha moved away from the window at last, shaking off her boots by the bed and undoing her jacket. Later, she would go downstairs and scope out any potentially targets using her feminine wiles, though that was the last thing she wanted to do, but now all she wanted was to rest.
She laid down atop the silk sheets and comforter and stared at the ceiling. She had a few months at best before she started to show, though she wouldn't be barred from making money her usual way, it would certainly be more difficult, so she would make as much money in these next few weeks as she could so she could seclude herself and raise her child comfortably for a little while after they were born. Or at least enough to live on until she hears about a city collapsing and heads towards where Locke and Jean were surely to be.
Locke. He had no idea. Not that she had known that their final love making that night of the election would lead them to this. Not that it would even cross his mind. He knew how careful she always was. Had witnessed it from when they first started their courtship that summer in Espara so many years ago. A part of her regretted not taking that tonic. How much trouble she surely was now in, completely alone. But mostly, she couldn't care less. She finally had something that was hers that nobody could take away from her.
She would find him one day, and tell him. Whether that was before or after their child was born was yet to be known. He would blame himself to be sure, and curse her for not finding him sooner. All of which she was prepared for. She cursed herself too.
She wondered if their child would be as troublesome as Locke. Whether they'd come out of the womb and pickpocket the physiker and drive her up the wall with their intelligence. She giggled to herself; a girlish sound she hadn't made in too much time. A child like Locke she could deal with, it was a child like her she was afraid of having. Stubborn and secretive. A child like herself, she wasn't sure could read.
Sabetha laid there, thoughts of the future swirling around her head as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
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lystacre · 5 years
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Day 247. It’s 1am and I have feelings about Sabetha Belacoros. Again.
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the republic of thieves - scott lynch
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final thoughts:
obsessed. obsessed. i love sabetha. ive been waiting two books to really genuinely meet her and she is SO COOL i love her. locke pining for her is so super sweet and i love that their relationship is so genuinely respectful and complicated and that their history binds them together as much as it hinders them.
i love that every book has a new city to worldbuild, though i do still miss camorr. i love the flashbacks to their youth all together, its great to see more of calo and galdo, as well as getting to know sabetha. SO good. i love the banter. i love that the title of the book is an in-universe classical play that they perform. i love that the plot is literally just magical politics and intrigue. when they bend the definition of what theyre stealing - stealing an election! so fun! reminds me a lot of the queens thief books using 'stealing peace' and kind of altering the readers perception of the word. i also love the layering of different all the confusion about who locke is is really interesting. this wrap up wasnt quite as crazy and climactic as the other two, though i was absolutely hooting and hollering when the election ended in a tie with one balancing vote of a third party - that was pretty damn funny. the last little bit where the falconer recovers his magic was super intense too!! cant wait for the next book omgg
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gobbochune · 3 years
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Finally got around to finishing Republic of Thieves after rage-quitting a few years back.
...Thats Sabetha Belacoros?
Thats the badass character everyone loves so much? That the fans insist is worth the wait? The iconic queen herself? The one true rival of Locke Lamora whose better than him in every way?
I'm actually offended by how terribly she's written. Like its one thing if Scott believed his own hype but then was just bad at writing a mastermind, but the fans were the ones who made me excited to meet her. She's just... really not smart guys. Scott giving everyone in her vicinity brainworms so she can get one on them doesnt count as her being competent. It means he couldn't think of an actual clever thing for her to do.
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naberiie · 3 years
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reading updates
currently reading:
way station clifford d. simak; literally just started this morning on the way to work so i don’t have much to say yet. but what i can say is that i already love the writing style and simak is a legend of ‘humanism’ science fiction, so i’m very excited to see how it develops. review complain that it’s lyrical and lovely but doesn’t have much of a plot, so i’m sure i’ll absolutely adore it
these violent delights chloe gong (read by cindy kay); LOVING this so far, gong is such a talented writer and her ability to mix a 1920s shanghai gangster retelling of romeo and juliet with lovecraftian body horror is so much fun
finished:
four queens: the provencal sisters who ruled europe nancy goldstone; super accessible history! i really liked goldstone’s writing and was pleasantly surprised to find i already have her book about the relationship between queen yolande of aragon and joan of arc :)
republic of thieves (gentleman bastards #3) scott lynch; god i love my gentleman bastards so much. i was ehhhh on the romance between locke and sabetha, because locke and jean’s relationship SHOWS the enduring love between them while with locke/sabetha we are merely repeatedly told. also an attempted rapist gets stabbed in the heart and dies a slow painful death! good!
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this is my headcanon for the heights of the gentleman bastards & co. enjoy!
Locke Lamora: 5’10”. He’s neither remarkably tall nor remarkably short
Jean Tannen: 6’6” BIG OLE BOY
Calo + Galdo Sanza: 6’1”
Sabetha Belacoros: 5’2”. Short queen
Nazca Barsavi: 6’0”. Tall queen
Bug: 5’0”. Littol laddie
Father Chains: 5’9”
Capa Barsavi: 6’3”
Ezri Delmastro: 5’0”. Her and Jean’s height difference is RIDICULOUS but adorable
Zamira Drakasha: 5’9”
The Thiefmaker: 5’5”
The Falconer: 5’7”
Lorenzo Salvara: 6’1”
Sofia Salvara: 5’6”
Patience: 5’8”
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kuweiyulbo · 5 years
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10 books i want to read in 2019
i was tagged by @changcho, thank u anniek <3
in no particular order:
red seas under red skies by scott lynch
children of blood and bone by tomi adeyemi
vicious by v.e. scwab
deathless by catherynne m. valente
the winter of the witch by katherine arden
the poppy war by r.f. kuang
warcross by marie lu
cinder by marissa meyer
dark age by pierce brown
the star-touched queen by roshani chokshi
i’m tagging @sabetha @belcourtcamille @acromantulas @greenbriarcardan @jediknightrey @starkovalina 
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etherealnik-archive · 5 years
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Title: Under the Lights
Rating: T
Fandom: The Raven Cycle (Maggie Stiefvater)
Pairing: Richard Gansey III/Ronan Lynch
Additional Tags: Richard Gansey III, Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Henry Cheng, Prokopenko (Raven Cycle), Joseph Kavinsky, Barrington Whelk, The NHL AU Nobody Asked For, Hockey, Gansey is a Drama Queen, But A Successful One, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Niall Lynch's A+ Parenting, Internalized Homophobia, Asexual Character, Washington Capitals, Detroit Red Wings, Sports Violence, Basically I Love Hockey and I Love Ronsey so This Fic Was Born
For: @sabetha (happy birthday jenna!)
Word Count: 4,931
Gansey had learned to skate when he was seven years old, while on vacation with his family in Michigan. His mother had an impromptu campaign stop in Detroit along the way, something about a friend in the Senate and an “incredible opportunity,” leaving Gansey II alone with his children and hours to burn.
Now, he stood in front of his teammates, his best friends, a white C on his breast, holding the keys to the dressing room. It was only hours until his first game as Captain of the Red Wings, and his stomach turned with fear and excitement. He trusted his team, and they trusted him. There was nothing that could bring him down tonight—he was sure of it.
It didn't matter, though, when the Capitals’ rookie came like a bat out of hell and scored.
(AU where Gansey is the Captain of the Red Wings, and Ronan is the Capitals' Rookie.)
[Read on AO3]
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creator tag meme
rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2018. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
i was tagged by the lovely @colmfahey, thank you <3 
this was a pain in the ass, considering my old blog is gone and i had to find my creations from that blog all over my network blogs, but i managed to make a favorites list.
six of crows typography edit (it’s kinda simple but i also think it looks really cool)
red queen picspam (the color matching took ages but i love how this turned out)
hogwarts houses picpam (still the only harry potter edit i’ve made to date, kind of sad hm?)
jesper fahey moodboard (i just really love how balanced this moodboard is)
nyx moodboard (i think this was my second attempt at mythology moodboards and i love how it turned out, i should really make more mythology stuff)
i’ve seen this go around and idk who has already been tagged, so i’m sorry if any of you have already done it. tagging: @zeniksnina, @tsoas, @lovelacejessamine, @carstairsjames, @sabetha, @jacksonperseus
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tobeathief · 2 years
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Blow a couple bucks on me…
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salemsoul · 4 years
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Prophecies and Spiky Cats: Chapter 2
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The sun could just be seen bathing the streets in a comforting glow as Sabetha, wrapped in a thick woollen cloak, shuffled through the burning city. She passed an apothecary shop on her left. It’s windows black with smoke; the view inside haunting and dark. Another victim to fires from the night before. So there really was to be no other option.
Sabetha made her way to the bay, dodging glassed eyed people stumbling throughout the streets. The cold sea air greeted her, biting at her skin as she scanned the docks for a ship she knew should be there.
After a few minutes of searching, she found it.
The Volantyne's Resolve.
The same ship she had packed Locke and Jean onto after they had arrived in Karthain. To think that if it wasn’t for their smarts and tenacity, she and Locke would still be distant, lost friends. Long ago lovers.
That would have been better. It would have been better that he had hated her for playing a dirty trick than her let them fall back in love again, only to leave him when she promised she wouldn’t. He will be more than angry at her. Locke could never hate her, but he’ll be so disappointed. She had yet again broken his heart.
And what did she do it for? For a lie probably. She willingly went along with everything Patience wanted, like a puppet. That wasn’t who she was, who she wanted to be.
Patience didn’t make her leave, she willingly left causing all that pain to Locke herself. She was so, so stupid.
Maybe she had just wanted an excuse to run. Maybe she had summoned Patience with her doubts and invented a few stories in the hopes one of them would make her go running.
A pawn. That is what she had become. This was not the strong woman she had dreamed to become as a child. Someone who would fight for what they believe in and not let anyone walk all over them. Every bit of pain she was about to suffer was justifiable.
As she walked up to the ship, Patience's words rang true in her ears like a death bell. 'No matter what decisions you make today, you will leave this house carrying Locke's child.' Patience could have been lying of course. Just because they had had sex and she couldn't drink her contraceptive tea didn't mean she would become pregnant. It could have been all a deception to cause Locke more suffering. Maybe it wasn't the loss of a child Patience wanted to cause him, but the very thing he desired most in this world just when he has had it back. Her. And she had let her do it.
It wasn't too late. She could turn back. But Sabetha, clinging onto that piece of the future that could be all hers. Just hers. Walked on to the deck and didn’t look back. As she boarded, a few sailors started to tell her she shouldn't be aboard when Solus Volantyne stepped out of a cabin and turned pale at the sight of her.
"Oh, dear Mistress Gallante. I'm so sorry, your charges. They jumped overboard and must be shark bait by now. My apologies for the failure. Your esteemed forgiveness I must beg of you."
"Never mind that. That is in the past. I am not here about those two, I require safe passage out of Karthain. And in return, I will pardon you from your slip-up and not ask for my money back, and some."
"Of course, of course. Any request on where you would like to go?"
"No. Anywhere. Just out of here, and not the marrows, either. Show me to my cabin. We must leave as soon as possible."
"Yes, Mistress. This way, and I'll have Aldaric cook you something as soon as possible."
"Excellent." Volantyne showed Sabetha to her room. It was ornately decorated with cushions and silks and lanterns. It even still had the bars on the windows. Sabetha smiled at the thought of being in the same room as she has shipped of Locke and Jean. The copy of Lucarno's Republic of Thieves was still on the shelf among the many other books. "Thank you Volantyne, you may leave me now."
Volantyne politely nodded and closed the door behind himself. Many times it annoyed her how men would grovel at her feet like she was some land walking Goddess, but most of the time it had its advantages. It wasn't her fault they would throw themselves to the sharks to please her. And it became useful when she wanted to squeeze them from every copper they owned. That, she didn't want to do to Volantyne, but a free trip out of Karthain was nothing to scoff at.
Sabetha had just sat down on one of the low beds with a book when a Vadran man with greyish-blonde hair stumbled into the cabin carrying a silver tray set. "I have your-ah damn." He cursed as something small and fast ran between his feet almost tripping him up. "Come back here you little ankle biter." The ankle-biter in question ran out of the reach of the cook and onto the bed with Sabetha. Peering around her, teasingly.
"Oh, who are you, you gorgeous little thing," Sabetha said, picking the cat up into her arms. It couldn't have been more than a year old and was pure black, with a splodge of white on its neck. "You're very regal looking aren't you."
"That's our latest stowaway Mistress, he jumped ship about a week ago and seems to think he owns the place. The other cats don't quite know what to do with him.”
"Oh, a troublemaker, are you?" Sabetha said, giving the cat a playful tap on the nose, "Then I will call you Locke, that'll suit you."
Aldaric set the tray down on one of the low tables, "I'm so sorry about him Mistress, I'll remove him right away."
"Nonsense, he can stay and keep me company. I've had my fair share of troublemakers in my life, this one is no different." At that, the cat started to purr affectionately and rub his head on her hands.
"As you wish it, Mistress," Aldaric said with a slight bow, "Here are the foods you requested. I will now take my leave." Sabetha thanked him and he disappeared with a click of the door.
Sabetha gently pushed the cat, Locke, off her lap and received a disgruntled mew in response. "Oh shush, you have to let me eat something," And replaced him with the tray of food. Sabetha lifted one of the lids and a steaming bowl of what looked like vegetable soup was underneath. Under the others, she found a few slices of thick crusty bread, some cold meats and cheese. It all smelled divine.
Locke meowed in response and tried to push himself up on to the tray, only to be gently batted down. "Now, if you behave, I'll let you have some, ok?" The cat looked vaguely annoyed by the notion, but sat down next to her, eye level with the food and did not move an inch.
Halfway through her meal, Locke still not having moved from his perch, she broke off some meats and cheese and offered them to the cat, who greedily accepted with sharp teeth. Locke then began growling possessively.
"If you continue, I'm going to start growling too. I gave you that food, I'm not going to take it back." He eyed her and continued to munch on the food in silence.
Sabetha finished her meal and offered the last few scraps to Locke, who greedily licked at the bowl until it looked unused and clean. "You were sure hungrier than you looked, rat population a bit low, huh?"
Locke licked his lips and moved to the end of the bed, circled a few times before curling up in a ball and started to wash himself. Sabetha giggled and laid down next to him, book in hand until they were curled up together.
As Sabetha began to read, Locke started biting and licking her fingers, and when he noticed her staring, rubbed up next to her playfully and curled under her chin, giving her jaw a few playful nips and licks. "Oh, a flirt are you? You are almost as bad as your namesake." Locke just purred, while Sabetha stroked him and read herself to sleep.
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lystacre · 6 years
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"Well … damn. You’re obviously in a mood." "Am I?" There was danger in her tone. "Am I really? Why should that be exceptional? A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command the world mutters darkly about her moods."
Looooong overdue fanart for the Gentleman Bastard sequence and for Sabetha in particular. That scene became an instant fav as soon as I read it, and I had to paint it sooner or later.
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magicaleggplant · 6 years
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book ask replies
summersfirstsnow: For the book ask meme... 1 and/or 4 and/or 10? (I can never choose just one to ask people for these things...)
1: What is your favorite book? that’s impossible...i can’t just pick one. i can pick a few that compete for my no.1 spot though, depending on my mood: the paper menagerie, everything i never told you, the long way to a small angry planet, record of a spaceborn few, the fifth season, ptolemy’s gate, the queen of attolia, code name verity.
4: Top 7 book characters: this is also impossible but i will TRY. i’m also restraining myself to one character per series, otherwise i would end up picking too many characters from the same books.
bartimaeus from his eponymous series
gen from the queen’s thief
julie from code name verity
tain hu from the traitor baru cormorant [anguished screaming]
miryem from spinning silver
sabetha from gentleman bastards
mogget from the abhorsen trilogy
kaz from six of crows, i know that's 8 but shoutout to this bastard anyway
...i really have a type when it comes to favorite characters.
10: Do you judge books by their covers? yeah, to a point. if i've already made up my mind to read a book, i’ll read it no matter what the cover looks like, but if i’m just browsing around, a cool cover will make me pick up the book and read the blurb to see what it’s about.
14: Do you have any signed books? + 15: Have you met any authors? :D
no to both. i’ve never had much interest in meeting the authors of books i like - i’m sure they have very interesting thoughts, though, and i like reading their interviews!
beatbobblyflay: for the book asks - 16, 32, & 34!
16: Buy books new, used, or go to the library? all of the above! sometimes all at the same time, i’ve come across some used books in great condition that were on sale at the library. i mostly read ebooks these days so i don’t buy books or go to the library as much as i used to, but it’s comforting to have physical copies of my favorite books.
32: Do you like to write reviews when you finish a book? depends on my mood. sometimes i want to talk about everything! sometimes i just let it marinate in my head.
34: Favorite book cover(s)? hmm. the coolest covers i’ve seen recently are actually from books i haven’t even read, but i don’t remember all their names anymore. of the books i have read, these are a few i like: six of crows/crooked kingdom, the paper menagerie (i like minimalist covers in general)...wow, i really don’t read many books with great covers, huh.
4 and 23 for the book asks?
23: Hardbacks or paperbacks? probably paperbacks...because i’m cheap. but i like hardcovers too. i just don’t like mixing hardcover and paperbacks when i’m collecting all the books in a series, i like my editions to match. but i’ve ended up with a lot of mismatched series anyway...
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