TATTOOS- AN SJM REVELATION

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?

*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

*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.

Wattpad

CONNECTIONS

OT7 FANFICTION x OC ~ Please remember this is fictional and not real. one night during 2020, in the midst of the pand...

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.

It's clown day! 🤡

Let's celebrate! 🥳

To be known by you

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.