24. Name your favorite moment ever from a ship. 

Since I can't say every Nessian moment in acosf. I'm going with Rowan’s entrance in QOS. Aka the Rowaelin hug

Aelin took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze.

She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her—a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.

She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm. Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in.

“Who is that?” Nesryn asked. Aedion smiled.

“Rowan.”

My expression whenever I read this scene:

The Traveler's Masterlist

@nahthanks: “She/her, bi, but I would love a wlw match!  I'm a slytherin and I've never really had a relationship before so I like moving slow but I HATE clingy people in terms of constant texts and smothering. I complain a lot and I like to spend most of my time indoors reading or curled in blankets. I love the rain and storms and cold seasons. Would love any affection given by a partner and someone to calm my nerves and little insecurities. SFW (but disgustingly fluffy if possible). Thank you!

You’ve been matched with a Rusalka!

In Slavic folklore, the rusalka (plural: rusalki) is a female entity, often malicious toward mankind and frequently associated with water. Rusalki appear in a variety of media in modern popular culture, particularly in Slavic language-speaking countries, where they frequently resemble the concept of the mermaid.

Folklorists have proposed a variety of origins for the entity, including that they may originally stem from Slavic paganism, where they may have been seen as benevolent spirits. According to Vladimir Propp, the original "rusalka" was an appellation used by Slavic peoples, who linked them with fertility and did not consider rusalki evil before the 19th century. They came out of the water in the spring to transfer life-giving moisture to the fields and thus helped nurture the crops.

There was a pond in your backyard that had been there since you and your parents had moved in when you were five, but only you knew what the secret of that pond was.

There was a woman in the water.

She wasn’t always a woman, though. She was once a child, like you. You met her when you were a small child after starting kindergarten. There was a girl in your school who made it her mission to make your day terrible, and you hated her. You had gone out to the pond when you got home and cried at the gate.

Your parents had built a fence around the pond so that you wouldn’t fall in accidentally, so you were surprised to hear a voice come from the inside of the fence.

The suit of armor moves like the person inside is boneless, tilting precariously from side to side. They clank and clatter and the longer you watch, the more strange you feel, an uncertain huff of a laugh escaping your lips.

They whirl, having heard the noise, and their visor tings as it opens.

“Have a few too many?” You ask, trying to ignore your racing heart as they slowly, steadily meander back towards you. Their gauntlets catch on the edge of the fence when they try and grab hold for balance and then their arm stretches, hints of something pale and twisted visible underneath before the gauntlet snaps back to their arm. You jump to your feet, dread snapping through your veins when they’re close enough for you to see inside the armor. 

Yooo this is a great idea and I’m so honored you thought of me to do it??? 🥺 Tbh it actually might fit really well in a oneshot I’m planning, I’ll definitely let you know how it goes 🙈

Aww thank you so much! I am glad you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It has been about 24 hours and I’m already going through a bit of withdrawal without my boys...

No need to apologize!  I always welcome asks, though I’m not quite as prompt when it comes to answering as I am today. 

hmmMM.. They kind of go hand in hand, I think?  I like the thought of giants because gentleness! Large beings being ridiculously careful! Having all the physical power and not being particularly interested in using it (or, at least not in a hurtful way).  While I love pixies because 1. Fae!! but also 2. pixie-size brings out a sense of wonder and adventure with utterly normal things. Climbing bookshelves! Swinging from the pullcord of a lamp or the blinds! Battling with an aphid to get them out of the roses!

Today (though honestly this is subject to change lmao) I would prefer giants because I would like to be lazy, and a giant could carry me around.