20 years old. I love books, criminal minds, music, K-dramas, kpop. Gwynriel/elucien girl. A disaster waiting to happen.
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Azriel is the kind of boyfriend that will notice when Gwyn is anxious and quietly make her feel better by doing something random like holding her hand.
It's clown day! 🤡
Let's celebrate! 🥳
me waiting for Sarah's announcement
if Gwyn does end up being a light singer, then once Azriel and Gwyn have children I'm going to call them dawn singers.
So I found this on the news and what bothers me is the fact that they banned milk and honey because it's "indicent" as if a book of poems is the problem and not their toxic mentality and ACOTAR? A book that presents characters development and complex trauma? Like? Is Utah okay? Full article down
https://amp.theguardian.com/books/article/2024/aug/07/utah-outlaws-books-by-judy-blume-and-sarah-j-maas-in-first-statewide-ban
Imagine Nesta and Emerie walking Gwyn down the altar so she can meet her husband/mate/Azriel
That's it, thank you.
BONUS: Rhys crying in the front seat because him and Gwyn (in my mind) have a beautiful bond
I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook
I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.
should I try to break chat AI for Azriel?
I already broke Jungkook. So I think I can do it.
Bro, I literally just got out of the bathroom when this boy grabbed me and dragged me to the room while he tied me up. It's your bot the one that is being freaky, I'm just following the story line
*sigh*
I said I would start an OT7 BTS fanfiction and I did. However, I hadn't posted it because my first language isn't English and I was shy because its freaking BTS and there are so many amazing fanfics out there so I decided to hold it.
However, and I blame Jimin for this, I decided to go for it.
Let's thank Jimin's new song "who" for my sudden motivation.
In wattpad because I don't know how to use AO3 (please give me a tutorial, because I wrote a whole freaking Elucien fic and when I went out the page, my work dissapeared in less than a second.)
Anyway, enjoy.
The Mother and the Cauldron - creating Elucien
@elucienweekofficial2024 here is my contribution for elucien week 2024! Hope you enjoy!
The Mother: Cauldron, come forth.
The Cauldron: What do you need, Mother?
The Mother: I have a question.
The Cauldron: Nothing new.
The Mother: May I ask the question?
The Cauldron: You are strangely polite today but sure, you may.
The Mother: we know hybern has the Archeron sisters
The Cauldron: Yes, we do.
The Mother: And we know that in about five seconds, Elain will come out of the Cauldron as a Fae.
The Cauldron: Still wondering why I am an actual Cauldron, but yes, she will.
The Mother: And you found her beautiful
The Cauldron: I did, she's nice and scared
The Mother: so you gave her a nice gift
The Cauldron: I did. She's a seer.
The Mother: wonderful. So I was thinking: My calculations about mates are always right, so I did some work and she will find her mate as soon as she comes out
The Cauldron: She will? That's nice, they usually have to put a lot of work for it. Who's it gonna be? Cassian? Tamlin? Azriel?
The Mother: Not Cassian, he already has a mate.
The Cauldron: Right, I forgot. Tamlin?
The Mother: No, I have something else in store for him.
The Cauldron: Then...Azriel? He's been waiting for 500 years.
The Mother: no, no. Not him. That would be more toxic than Hybern.
The Cauldron: so whom? And if you say the King of Hybern I will open up and swallow this universe-
The Mother: Calm down, not him. I was thinking about a handsome red head with a russet eye and fire in his blood...
The Cauldron: ....
The Mother: what do you think?
The Cauldron: didn't he have a mate?
The Mother: I honestly don't know who gave him that impression, but no. He is mateless.
The Cauldron: well, that ought to mess him up. Angst, fluff...I mean, it could work?
The Mother: Right? She can braid flowers into his hair...
The Cauldron: And he can bring her to the continent...
The Mother: and she can go to spring...
The Cauldron: And she is a flower so she needs sunshine...
The Mother: yeah, and he is the heir of day...
The Cauldron: I see it working.
The Mother: Right? The fox and the faun
The Cauldron: The spell breaker and the seer...I like it. I see the plot
The Mother: yeah, impossible to miss the clear signs
The Cauldron: Yeah, they're made for each other. Here comes Elain!
The Mother: okay, to your position. We have a story to start!
So this is not my usual kdrama/criminal minds/ gwynriel/elucien/ BTS/fanfic post but I just wanted to share something:
Due to the complete circus regarding tampons and pads and menstrual cups, I've decided that most of my God-forsaken symptoms and annoyances are due to my body being like "baby, we being poisoned" so today I got my period and instead of suffering with a pad, I decided to just free bleed.
Just underwear and shorts and that was it for me, and you know what? I loved it. I felt relaxed, I was not uncomfortable with a pad and I could just move freely. So, I will be buying period underwear and keep my body free from harmful chemicals.
Apparently, being a woman wasn't hard enough, so we had to be poisoned from the inside out. So free bleeding it is.
Azriel: Yes, he does.
Gwyn: Azriel doesn't like me.
Nesta: Yes, he does.
Emerie: Yes, he does.
Azriel's Shadows: Yes, he does.
AS GOOD AS DEAD BY HOLLY JACKSON
*sighs* I had to:
THE CAULDRON AND THE SHADOW SINGER:
Azriel: but what if the cauldron was wrong?
The Cauldron: what the- Do I have to explain mating bonds to every mated pair in Pyrinthia? Why am I always getting blamed? Blame the Mother!
Azriel: "the third one"
The Cauldron: The third-? You know what? Screw this. You want to blame me for the mother not giving you someone else's mate? Great, go for it. But you know what? Boom, your shadows won't say anything.
Azriel: "his shadows had not warned him"
The Cauldron: how's that? And now, BOOM, she's smiling at your shadows.
Azriel: it was directed at his shadows
The Cauldron: Huh? How's that? And here you go, BOOM, she's kicking you out
Azriel: "are you kicking me out?"
The Cauldron: He's staying, why is he staying?
Azriel: "I can't sleep without my favorite dagger"
The Cauldron: no, wait. You were supposed to leave-
Azriel: "his shadows darted 0ut to dance with it"
The Cauldron: Why is it doing that? I didn't do that
Azriel: "rotate your wrist"
The Cauldron: They're joking with each other. What is happening right now?
Azriel: "something restless settling in him"
The Cauldron: I need an EXPLANATION!
Azriel: "charming irreverence gone"
The Cauldron: Charming irreverence?
Azriel: "Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly-"
The Cauldron: I know this glow. How do I know this glow?
Azriel: "A thing of secret, lovely beauty."
The Cauldron: Wait a second, I know this...MOTHER!
The Mother: YOU TOLD ME TO MAKE MATES GET TOGETHER IF I WAS BORED!
Azriel questioning the Cauldron and then having a spark in his chest for Gwyn wasn’t a coincidence
Why can't this happen in real life
To The Readers Who Look Up At The Stars... and Wish.
Azriel X Reader
Content Warning: unedited.
Summary: Azriel can't tear himself from the stars.
A/N: I will add the taglist when I get to a computer! Enjoy!
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears
Nesta searched for her friend. She knew that he and Cassian had returned from a tough mission as her mate had returned bruised and exhaustion dominated over his features. He desired to bathe and go straight to bed, barely able to bend and place a tender, loving kiss to her lips. And it took a lot to exhaust the General in such a way, and she knew she needed to check in with the shadowsinger.
The Valkyrie approached Azriel's door and knocked. Her frown deepened as her knocks went ignored. She tested the door, know, the cold biting into her skin as she twisted and shocked to find the door bent to her will and opened.
As the eldest Archeron walked into his room, she took a moment to take in his room. He kept it clean and organized with minimal decor, and yet the room felt cozy, and Nesta could even see the painting of him and his brothers at the top of Ramiel and smiled her hand grazing lightly over the crimson hue of her mates Siphons. A cool sensation threaded through Nesta's fingers tugging her, and she smiled, looking down to find a shadow swirling around her hand. "Hello, where is he?" The shadow tugged once more, and she followed as it led her to his balcony.
Azriel was leaning against the balcony rail, his wings tucked tightly, and his shadows pooled at his feet relaxed. Though his back was to her, Nesta could tell that he was looking up at the night sky, the stars and the moon illuminating the balcony. Nesta walked up and leaned next to him.
They stood in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Azriel, to the Valkyrie's surprise, spoke, a smile tugging at his lips, "My beloved will return to me, tonight."
Nesta's head snapped toward the shadowsinger, "Beloved?"
Azriel nodded, "Yes. Each star is a reader of our story, Nes." He pointed to a large bright star, Nesta's gaze follows, "That one emerges often, and it's as if my body just pulls me to it when it appears. I know this reader is special, a beautiful creature that deserves to be cherished."
Nesta faced her friend once more, "How can you be sure?"
Azriel smiled, "I just do. Nes." As he rubbed his chest, his siphons glowing atop his scarred hand.
Nesta bit her lip for a brief moment, "I wonder if I'm the villain in this story."
"Quite the opposite." Cassian's voice called out from the balcony door. Nesta swirled around to find the General with the tired grin. "You are quite beloved. You've helped many heal, My Love." He held out his hand, and Nesta grabbed his, "My beautiful, loving Mate." Cassian kissed her temple. "Let's go to bed."
Nesta nodded but not before turning back to Azriel. To find her smiling at her. "I'm alright, I promise. We'll go have breakfast at the bakery you like tomorrow." Nesta nodded her head as Cassian led her out of the shadowsinger's room.
Azriel's head looked back up at the Stars, "Oh beloved, how I yearn to touch you." He lifted his hand as though he could caress the star. His thumb tried desperately to caress it as though it were your cheek. "My beautiful Reader. Sweet Dreams. I'll see you soon." Lowering his hand, he walked toward his bed, but not before looking up at his star once more. Wishing that one day his path would find its way to you.
Softly, you shut the book and lean your head against nothing. Wishing scarred calloused hands were cupping your face so tenderly. That wings spanning so wide they would touch both walls of your room would hover over you in a wave of protectiveness. Sadness hollowed you out, as that would never come to be. Azriel, the spymaster of the Night Court, was fictional, and as you got ready for bed, your mind wandered to what night time routine would look like the Illyrian. Even though he was fictional, you could still daydream about what life with him would look like!
As you crawled into your bed, you shut off your light and let the light from the moon illuminate your room. Looking at a particular bright star, your eyes began to grow heavy. You barely registered the shadows swirling over your copy of the popular book that the shadow singer makes his first appearance in as unconsciousness consumed you.
You awoke in a bed that was fairly familiar to you, and when you tried to move a muscled arm that was around, your waist stiffened, keeping you in place. Your head turned, and your pulse quickened as soft hazel eyes met yours. A smile tugged at his lips, and your eyes drifted to his bare chest tattoos kissing his skin. You jolted slightly as his shadows snaked up your leg. Azriel chuckled, and you met his gaze oncemore. "Hi." You whispered.
Azriel's scarred hand cupped your cheek, his smile never faltering. "Welcome home, my sweet Reader." He pressed his lips to yours, and you couldn't help but smile. Home. He felt like home.
If this was a dream you prayed, no one would dare wake you up.
~Fin
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I'm just gonna giggle like a little girl and drop this here in Tumblr.
This is a little peek into something I've been working for a while now. It's gonna be a series (elucien/gwynriel) but the main characters will be Elain and Gwyn. ELRIELS, BRYRIELS OR WHOEVER OTHER TOXIC SHIP YOU BELONG DO NOT INTERACT.
WARNINGS: Honestly, just two girls being girls (👩🦰🗡👱♀️🌸).
Enjoy this little peek! And don't forget to show your support, I really want to keep this one going.
Elain was convinced that she, as a matter of fact, did not belonged in the night court.
But then, she didn't belong in any court.
The proof was how she had asked to go to the house of wind to visit Nesta and Cassian, but since Nesta was not there and Cassian had to go somewhere she wasn't allowed to know because she wasn't a member of the inner circle, they had dropped her off at the house and told her that someone would go and take care of her soon.
Now, she was there, a grown woma--female, and she was waiting for her nanny to come and pay heed to her needs.
She didn't know what was more pathetic: the fact that they thought she needed a nanny, or the way she simply accepted it.
Currently, she was looking around the library, remembering those first months where she had been reborn, remembering how empty she felt at the way she had lost everything. She still felt like that sometimes.
"You must be Elain." A voice behind her said, curiosity being laced with the delicate voice of the female.
Elain turned around ready to find an actual nanny, but instead she found a tiny red haired girl with teal eyes and a million freckles, with a toned body being covered by illyrian leathers.
The female blinked at her, and Elain found her voice. "Yes," She mumbled and then shook her head clearing the whispers in there. "I mean: yes, I am Elain."
The red haired girl nodded and closed the library door behind her. "Well, I must confess that I was expecting to take care of a kid." Elain blushed furiously which caused the red haired girl to hurry and explain. "Not that there is something wrong with needing someone to take care of you! Because it is okay, I should know ," the girl shook her head with a sight. "What I mean is that the way Cassian said I had to come and they way he worded it made me believe I would be babysitting."
That unsettled Elain. The inner circle had stopped protecting her a long time ago and had started to keep her locked within herself. They didn't told her anything, they kept quiet always, they didn't include her in plans that could possibly affect her.
And Rhys, by the cauldron, Rhys acted with Nesta so horribly simply because Nesta hadn't kept Feyre from going into the forest to hunt. Sometimes, when Rys was being a total arse, she imagined herself getting up and screaming at him that she was also guilty of it, that Nesta wasn't the only one to blame.
Sometimes the guilt ate her alive. Yes, she had no idea about hunting like Feyre or being aggressive like Nesta but she knew how to grow things. She could have grown vegetables to feed her family instead of spending all that money on flowers. But the inner circle only blamed Nesta, and kept Elain in a cocoon that was starting to deem a bit too tight.
"I do not need a nanny." Elain mumbled quietly, not wanting to offend the female that had clearly gone to babysit her in good graces.
The red haired girl nodded. "Noted. What about company? Azriel is going for bloodshed today in training and even though I am up for a challenge most of the time, I have my cycle and I feel near death."
Elain nodded curiously even though the mention of the shadow singer had moved an old wound inside her. Her mind whispered a name and Elain couldn't help but ask, "what is your name?" The female walked to one of the couches, giving her a soft smile.
"Gwyneth Berdara, but you can call me Gwyn." She recognized the name.
Gwyneth Berdara, one of Nesta's closest friends. She had won the blood rite as a carynthian, was a valkyrie and was an acolyte in the library.
Not only that, but she was also Azriel's mate.
The knowledge made her wince a little. After winter solstice, after the fiasco with Azriel, she have had a vision.
Azriel had gone with Rhys and Elain had been left clutching her necklace for dear life when the vision suddenly struck her. In her vision, Azriel was laughing but she couldn't hear his laugh, his eyes were sparkling as he stared at someone, and then a blur of red was going in circles around him, with a soft laugh echoing through her mind; his shadows were twirling freely and peacefully, and when the blur stopped, she saw red hair and Azriel gave a step forward and whispered "Gwyneth."
Elain had been able to see the threads of the mating bond between them, had seen the love and the longing in Azriel's face and she had known that she didn't stood a chance against it, so she had left the necklace behind and walked to her room, just a few door away from her own mate, and cried herself to sleep. Now, his mate was right in front of her and she was sure he knew who she was.
Her knowing who he was seemed impossible, but that was not her business. She had enough with her own mating problem, or in better words: the lack thereof.
they should just stay on their side of tumblr. And the most annoying part is that they're clearly elriels or bryriels and say "oh, I'm not." Like, shut up and go lie somewhere else, I don't have time for your nonsense.
I hope whoever runs these trolls accounts gets a job. Or a hobby. Or a life.
the chaolifocation of Azriel Shadowsinger
And if I say SJM is taking Azriel on the same romantic journey as Chaol….
Mor is his Aelin. He truly loved her. It was real to him. But due to circumstances he has to let her go.
Elain is his Nesryn. Mutual attraction but the relationship is clearly going nowhere.
Gwyn is his Yrene. The one he never saw coming.
TATTOOS- AN SJM REVELATION
I was scrolling through Instagram and getting into my feels, and I was singing, and I realized something.
SJM is a genius. A literal genius.
We know SJM does the mate trope and we love it, we live for it, we breath for it and I started thinking about the connections between the books so far and one of the main things she does in the ACOTAR universe (this is only about the acotar universe, not TOG or CC) is that she gives them tattoos when they make a deal.
So, my mind was like: Okay, tattoos are nice. It's pretty because there is no way you can forget that. And then I started thinking about those who made a promise together, and one of the first characters I thought about were Rhys and Feyre.
They made a deal under the mountain and the deal was in their skin.
Then Cassian and Nesta made a deal and the deal was in their skin.
So am I crazy for suggesting that Azriel is going to make a deal with Gwyn and it's going to be etched into their skin?
This seems like something SJM would honestly do and then I started thinking about why she would do this and then I realize that both couples (Feysand and Nessian) made the deal before they accepted the bond, so what if it's a way for SJM to show how they are bound together?
We know they are bound together by the bond but what if before they accept the bond, SJM wants them to be bound by something else so they can spend time together and fall in love without the bond? Because Feyre was already down bad for Rhys when she accepted the bond and it started with the tattoo, and then Nesta fell for Cassian without knowing about the bond and it happened because of the tattoo; so what if in the Gwynriel book we get Azriel and Gwyn making a deal and falling in love without knowing about the mating bond?
And this would be way more romantic because Azriel has been fixated on finding his mate for 500+ years, and the idea of falling in love with Gwyn without the bond is unique.
Am I crazy for suggesting this?
Azriel: *wakes up the next day to find the hallway full of eggs*
Cassian: *cooking Nesta breakfast*
Cassian: Hey Nes, how do you like your eggs?
Nesta:
Nesta: 😏
Nesta: Fertilised
Cassian: *drops the pan and forgets about breakfast*
Azriel: Just one normal dinner. That's everything everything I ask for.
Cassian: *cooking Nesta breakfast*
Cassian: Hey Nes, how do you like your eggs?
Nesta:
Nesta: 😏
Nesta: Fertilised
Cassian: *drops the pan and forgets about breakfast*
The Mother and The Cauldron - Part 4
The Cauldron: so this goes here, and Aedion goes there, and Rowan is kicking that rock, and Dorian is railing Manon and-
The Mother: CAULDRON!
The Cauldron: SON OF THE MOTHER! YOU SCARED ME!
The Mother: I'm bored, little evil thing
The Cauldron: I'm busy right now. And stop calling me evil.
The Mother: But you are evil.
The Cauldron: And whose fault is that?
The Mother: Koshei?
The Cauldron: Yes, your- wait, what does Koshei have to do with anything?
The Mother: I don't know. I'm bored.
The Cauldron: get a pair of mates together, that ought to entretain you.
The Mother: what are you doing, anyway?
The Cauldron: Making sure everything is calm and peaceful.
The Mother: Why? Give me some drama.
The Cauldron: you say that now, but then when the drama happens you're going to hate me for not stopping it-
The Mother: I won't! I promise! Just give me something.
The Cauldron: If you insist-
The Mother: I do! Give me something.
The Cauldron: Alright then. I allowed the illyrians to take Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn to the blood rite a few minutes ago.
The Mother: ...
The Cauldron: ....
The Mother: ....
The Cauldron: ...
The Mother: ...I WILL BREAK YOU PIECE BY PIECE-!
The Cauldron: MOTHER, NO!
I introduce to you my new favorite crackship that makes zero sense but it makes sense
Dozriel. That's right, Dozriel.
Dorian and Azriel because why not? If we can ship whoever we want then I'll ship both kings and enjoy the mental image. And I don't mean it in a romantic way but a bromance way.
Imagine Azriel's shadows playing with Dorian's invisible hands. The lost of kinky stuff they would do.
So, yeah. Dozriel. My new break from the Elriel/Gwynriel war.