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Alright. @rosenecklaces your addition to this post reminded me. This started as a joke, but I’ve convinced myself of this theory. Just stay with me for a sec
Each sister’s ‘trial’ involves one of the night courts 3 (THREE like the number of batboys and archerons because ✨symbolism✨) mountains AND a batboy:
-Feyre went under the mountain, and Rhysand is her mate
-Nesta went over (ie climbed) the mountain during the blood rite, and Cassian is her mate
-Elain will go through the mountain (the prison), and Az will be her mate chosen love.
Now here’s the part that started as a joke:
Their (Feysand and Nessian) major sex scenes involved a table and the OPPOSITE of the mountain.
Feyre on top of the table
Nesta under the table
…..Y’all Elriel is gonna be (no pun intended) bat shit crazy and they’re gonna break the damn table aka go through
Guys... What if Azriel and Elain's first time is in the gardens? Then what?
THEN WHAAAATTT?!?!?
David Tennant in Long Coats
Bonus (in the Fifth Doctor's coat):
As a collective New Year's resolution, can we as a fandom try to be more like our girl Elain and choose to be kind to others?
There are always going to be things that come across our feed and irk us. It happens to me too. I've got my triggers, and those who know me know what they are.
When we see those things, we have options. We can block, we can filter, we can just scroll on. We can find safe people to vent to so we can get the ugly feelings out and move on. Shit, that's what I pay my therapist for.
What we don't have to do, when we're processing those things that have bothered us, is use it as an excuse to bully, attack, or harass others in the fandom. No one deserves that.
I hesitated on whether to post this today because I feel like I'm screaming into a void sometimes and I don't want any my words to be taken for anything other than what they are. And you all know I loathe commenting on fandom by now. I am not attacking specific people or segments of the fandom, because the honest answer is a lot of us have done or said said things we shouldn't have. There's room for everyone to grow, me included.
I hope everyone has a nice New Years, even if you're just staying home and writing like I will be. Let's leave the ugly stuff behind and do better next year.
If you would scroll past or enjoy...
Art about Ship or Character A, but report or bully Ship or Character B art with the exact same content, you are a part of the problem.
A fic about Ship or Character A, but report or bully a fic for Ship or Character B with the same tropes/scenes, you are a part of the problem.
A theory or headcanon about Ship or Character A, but report or bully the writer of a Ship or Character B theory or headcanon for theorising along the same lines, then you are a part of the fucking problem.
Let people enjoy their fav ships and characters, FFS. If your response to seeing something that makes you uncomfortable (but is otherwise unharmful) is to report, bully or even doxx (this fucking fandom, I swear to fucking god) then you need to sit down and do some serious self evaluation, because I hate to break it to you, but the problem lies with you.
It’s here to stay.
Opened up Reddit. Saw this. Thought of you.
Jurassien Park 💜
https://www.reddit.com/r/acotar/comments/zge6db/lucien_vassa_and_jurien/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
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The Jurassien Park agenda continues. 💕😌
AZRIEL?!!! Please excuse me while i search for where all the air in my lungs went… i think i need oxygen… guys i can’t breathe… send help!
Artist: artworks_by_rokii
It’s a cold and it’s a broken mamma mia
I usually spin in circles until my brain latches onto something. Whether it’s related or not
autism: I do NOT like having no idea what I'm doing
ADHD: wait, what was I doing?
I often fantasize about how Azriel will take his time with Elain. When he returns home from his missions, before he reports to Rhys, I imagine his priority is to seek her out and in secret they share hurried, wordless, intimate moments, not a quickie but stealthy kisses pressed up against the wall in the shade of the willow. Nibbles on the palms. Teeth sunk into lips. Hands gripping hair. Hushed giggles. Deep inhales of each other's scent. Teasing tastes to slightly ease the hunger of them being apart. & at night when all business is taken care of, reports have been delivered, strategies established, dinner has long since passed, and others have gone to sleep, they take their time with each other. The main course. Slow, leisurely passion, all senses awakened, heightened, & focused. God why am I so thirsty for this couple's convergence
Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He'd beg on his knees for a chance to taste it.
Art: mageonduty
Plot: Elain’s been taking more than spying lessons from the twins or Azriel. Can someone more talented than me please write this…
Elain observes a training session of the Valkyries at the House of Wind. She watches as Nesta and Emerie practice wielding daggers. One of the Valkyrie invite her to join in, but Nesta protests, saying their sparring isn’t suited to Elain.
Elain only silently steps forward and pulls out a dagger from underneath her dress, a blinding white silver dagger that had been strapped to her thigh.
Emerie’s eyes widen and she steps back as Elain engages Nesta and the two go back and forth, until before long Elain has Nesta on her knees, holding up her hands, the tip of the white dagger pointed at the back of Nesta’s neck.
Meanwhile, Cassian looks over at Azriel in the corner, shrouded in shadow, eyes dark and looking absolutely FERAL as he watches Elain.
Pairings: Elriel, background Feysand
Rating: E
Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Murder, Attempted Kidnapping, Inappropriate Erections, BDSM, Blood Kink, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Elain rips out a man’s throat with her bare hands and that’s a turn-on for Azriel
Summary: When a strange male tries to harm Nyx during an outing to the park, Elain reacts the same way she did that day on the battlefield: by going for the throat. Azriel distracts her in the aftermath.
——— Find more on my masterlist or read this fic on AO3!
Azriel was at the window in Rhysand’s office, looking out at the garden behind the River House and idly listening to his brothers talking, when Feyre shrieked.
Blood, his shadows whispered. Death.
He turned—and Rhys was gone, winnowing to his mate’s side at the sound of her scream. The wards pulled at Azriel as he tried to do the same, a dozen spiderwebs made of magic strong as steel caging him in. He cursed them and pushed off the window’s ledge, running, chasing the sound of growing panic out of the study and down the hall with Cassian hot on his heels.
Rhys was already there, his back to them, reaching for Feyre.
And as Azriel took in the scene, he realized that she was right to scream, because there, in the wide-open doorway where Elain stood with Nyx…
Azriel saw red, but it wasn’t the glow of Cassian’s Siphons guiding him to a fight. It wasn’t his fury blinding him.
No.
It wasn’t fury. He locked that away, deeper and more primal than his usual icy rage, because he could not waste his time or energy sating it when Elain—
Truth-Teller’s hilt was cold in his palm, the metal biting into skin, and he savored the pain. The clarity it brought.
Because Elain was covered with blood.
She was soaked in it, her pretty blue dress dyed purple and her fine winter coat drenched up to the elbow. It had splashed up onto her neck, her face, painting her cheeks crimson and plastering a lock of hair to her temple. A thick, wet droplet of it was still beaded in the bow of her lip, threatening to slip down onto her tongue.
And Nyx— Nyx’s little wings were similarly covered in gore, the back of his woolen onesie speckled with red.
Cold, murderous darkness billowed out in warning waves from Rhys, staining the sunny afternoon with night. The ground rumbled dangerously with every step he took toward Elain, his hands outstretched to take his son.
But Elain only trembled, clutching her one-year-old nephew closer to her chest as his parents tried to coax her into letting go.
“He’s fine,” she murmured miserably, and Feyre gave up on taking Nyx and wrapped her arms around her sister and her son together. “He’s not hurt.”
Feyre made a low, relieved noise, her head dropping onto Elain’s shoulder. “Are you? What happened?”
Azriel watched, his shadows investigating the small dribbles of blood pooling on the floor beneath Elain, but she said nothing. Her eyes went distant, though, and Feyre inhaled sharply, her knuckles turning white where they clutched Elain’s sodden coat.
And whatever she saw, she shared with her mate, because when Rhys turned back to them, his eyes were devoid of stars. In their place, only calculating fury remained.
“Stay with them,” he ordered. His wings unfurled, he snapped his fingers, and his fine, formal jacket and trousers were replaced by a familiar set of leathers.
Cassian cursed at the sight of them.
Azriel forced himself to stop staring at Elain, to stop drinking in the sight of the blood on her throat, to take a step toward the door. Whatever had happened, whatever threat was coming, he needed to go with Rhys, to investigate— His shadows were already snaking out into Velaris, past the citizens gasping and gaping at the sudden darkness their High Lord brought down on them in search of—
A bit of night-dark power slammed the door shut and the heavy, magical lock thudded home. Rhys blocked his path.
“Stay with her,” he said again, and this time it was less an order than…
“Guard the estate,” he said, the reasoning flimsy, transparent, as if Feyre alone weren’t powerful and pissed enough to protect her family, her son.
Azriel looked at him. His brother's teeth were still bared with fury, that dangerous corona of darkness still wreathed him, but in his eyes, in that knowing look…
Permission.
“We need to clean you two up,” Cassian was saying somewhere above Elain’s head. His hand was firm on her back, sturdy and comforting and warmed by the glowing Siphon atop it. “Warm you up, get a little something to eat.”
But Elain didn’t want to let go of Nyx, still feeling the grabbing, tearing hands on her arms, trying to take the baby from her. She still burned with anger, her teeth still felt sharp and dangerous in her mouth, her nails—sticky and wet as they were—as good as claws.
Nyx hiccuped, and she knew it was the prelude to a tantrum. She couldn’t blame him; his wings were all wet and cold, his dear papa had appeared and left just as quickly without so much as ruffling his hair, and now his uncle was staring down at him with a frown carved into his face while his mama rubbed a firm hand up and down his back.
“Elain.”
That voice… Elain had missed that voice.
“Give me the baby.”
Elain sniffled, but Nyxie whined again, squirming. And how could she say no to that voice? She buried her nose in the baby’s inky black hair, kissed his forehead one more time, and gently lifted him out of the cleverly tied sash that secured him to her. Her hands itched once Azriel took the baby, aching to snatch him back, but his dark eyes met hers over the tips of Nyx’s wings.
He shook his head. She fisted her hands together and curled them over her heart.
Azriel gave Nyx a quick once-over—no damage, no injuries, and Elain could have burst with pride at the impressed look he gave her—and handed him to Feyre. His arm curled around her, his hand resting at the small of her back.
“Come with me.”
Azriel - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @thehannanguyen
He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like.
What those perfect lips tasted like.
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⤞ art by rutisfree
⤞ commissioned by me
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do not repost, please.
its just me, my escapist tendencies, and these tits
reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful
Here are two versions of the lovely beauty, Elain Archeron from SJM’s ACOTAR series.
The first version is what we all know about her, a sweet, kind, and beautiful fae.
The second version of Elain was inspired by the Blodeuwedd art from SJM’s Pinterest account. That art is what fired up my inspiration to draw my first ACOTAR character. I swore I would steer away from the fandom, but apparently I’ve been bewitched perhaps?
I came here to learn more about Elain because I can relate to her. She is my favorite ACOTAR’s character by far. Now I’m not saying that I think she will be shifting into an owl, but who knows! She’s a mystery and I love reading all of your theories about her. She has powers and we know that she is a Seer thanks to Azriel. ;)
If you enjoy this Blodeuwedd inspired art but prefer a different type of owl such as Great Horn or whatnot, then I would be happy to create one.
I’m a new artist in the community. Sharing my art is slow processs due to my very demanding 3 year old who thinks my paintbrush is his nemesis.
I gladly welcome any constructive feedback, however I have zero tolerance for any snide or hate comments. I will delete any such comments and accounts will be blocked. Only positivity allowed in my space. Thank you for understanding.
Sharing is welcome! Please do not repost without permission and tag me.
“You gathered flowers and read woman. You read woman and gleaned docile, pretty, fragrant, weak. But you misread me, Lleu. I have in me the hearts of great ships, the bones of cathedrals. I have in me the sharpness of claws.” —Blodeuwedd, “Florilegia; or, Some Lies About Flowers”, Amal El-Mohtar, The Mythic Dream.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
Watch Robert Reich explain how to save America’s education system
offspring: d...da.....
parent: are you trying to say your first word??? what is it?? daddy? is it daddy?
offspring: dance fucker dance. man he never had a chance. and no one even knew it was really only you
parent: you're gonna go far, kid.