#acotar canon

[utterlyotterlyx]

I’m willing it into canon that Cass is definitely a high maintenance princess who storms about the River House with a pair of tweezers demanding for one of our strong girlies to pluck his eyebrows 😩😂

Cass: Nes, will you-

Nesta: No.

Cass: *rolls his eyes and storms away to find Feyre* Feyre, would you mind-

Feyre: Sorry, Cass, I’m too busy!

Cass: *audibly groaning before heading off again* Amrennn pleaseeeee

Amren: FUCK. NO.

Cass: WILL SOMEONE JUST PLEASE-

Mor: I’ll do it!

Cass: *proceeds to trot like a puppy dog to Mor and lay his head in her lap, toes dancing in the air as she plucks the stray hairs from his brows*

Az: Who the fuck do I live with.

[highladyjane]

Disregarding the fact of how bad the pregnancy plot generally was handled and how much we hate the misogynistic arguments now surrrounding it...

Here's a take I don't see mentioned enough.

No, Nesta didn't change Elain's anatomy... Because we all know that should be Elain's choice after everything they've both been through. But remember how since the very first book and nearly through every book since, we were told how specific the magic is, especially regarding bargains? That you have to be specific with words?

What exactly did Nesta ask the Cauldron for in order to save Feyre and Nyx and Rhys?

The Cauldron/The Mother didn't change Nesta as it did to save Feyre - she was passed the knowledge and did it herself.

So if Nesta knew how to adjust herself, then she very well could pass that knowledge onto Cauldron-blessed Elain who still has her full powers if Elain ever should want or need the knowledge.

Sarah doesn't even need to "magical bean" her way through an Illyrian pregnancy. She just has to go with what 👏she's 👏actually 👏already 👏written👏 and use what Nesta now knows.

I don't want to hear about "pliant BONES" again, thank you very much.

[athena-85]

Stupid pelvis theory debunked once and for all.

Please spread this gospel:

Theory: Azriel and Elain can’t be together because her pelvis doesn’t fit for winged babies.

This is extremely misogynistic, but we will debunk it nonetheless.

Nesta and Feyre did not have pelvi that could accommodate wings, but they were mated to partners that would blow up their pelvi

So far Elain is in the same boat.

Stupid theory : Nesta only changed hers and Feyre’s pelvis. And Gwyn has flexible joints ( maybe she should join the circus then she could hang with all you clowns 🤡 that make up these stupid theories)

She actually has the KNOWLEDGE to change pelvi ( plural) so still in the same boat with Elain if she wants it.

Here is the CANON proof:

So you see Elain getting with someone who has wings is more in keeping with canon then flexi bones.

Notice the “none of us” that is not proper grammar when talking about TWO people. That means something.

So to the people with the pelvis theory 👇

[athena-85]

This is BB and SJM and all the publications to the VERY VOCAL Gwynriel’s and Eluciens

Media: Publish article after article about how Elain’s book is likely next with Azriel as the love interest.

Elriels: Share articles excitedly, and discuss the possibility that Sarah’s team or BB is involved in this in some way.

Gw*nriels: “Elriels are so delusional. You can’t rely on any of these articles. SJM has nothing to do with them, and these authors don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Me: Then explain to me, slowly, why NONE of the articles from legitimate publications center gw*nriel as the likely next couple, and most don’t even mention the possibility of gw*nriel. Gw*nriel fans are EXTREMELY vocal in the fandom, so (most of if not all of) these authors are aware of the ship, and yet they still don’t discuss it as a legitimate possibility. Why not??? Please, explain it to me. I’ll wait!!

[sad-scarred-sassy]

You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad

For @elucienweekofficial Day 7: Tension/Healing

I wanted to illustrate a bit of what I think their banter will look like. I think Lucien’s rakish charm will drive Elain mad (in the best way).

Enjoy the little comic of Elain trying to stay mad at Lucien but getting a bit distracted by his lips🫦

[acomaflove]

Azriel: *sneezes and shadows come out of his nose*

Rhysand:

Amren:

Morrigan:

Cassian:

Feyre:

Nesta: ………So we are all just going to ignore that?

Cassian: Oh my bad; bless you, Azriel.

Nesta: THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

[lainalit]

Nesta: What can I get you, Elain?

Elain: Sunshine and a 6'2, gold eyed, redhead emmissary who will ravish me in a flower field

[athena-85]

More!!!!

It’s a wonderful day today!!!

Elriel supremacy

They are perfect 😍

Elriel 💜

Art: doodledoodlesss

[velarisdusk]

I Slept with Someone in Wings of Illyria

A Bat Boys Band AU

word count: 1.5k author's note: i have not been able to stop thinking about bass player az, nor have i been able to shut up about it (exhibits A, B, and C found here lol). i am so taken with bass player azriel that this was originally gonna be a one time thing to get the mf thoughts out of my head, but i may make this a collection of drabbles/one-shots/whatever the fuck. enjoy ! <3 ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The room is sweltering, the kind of heat that clings to your skin and wraps around your throat. Bodies pressed together, arms raised, the crowd surges with the beat, their cheers deafening as the final notes of the song fade out. 

Cassian tosses his drumsticks in the air, catching them with a grin as he leans back, his chest heaving from the sheer energy of his playing. His skin glistens under the stage lights, sweat dripping down the sharp cut of his jaw to his bare chest. Rhysand steps forward, guitar slung low on his hips, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, the movement so casual it borders on taunting. 

The three of them are magnetic—untouchable—but your eyes are glued to Azriel. 

The bass still hangs low across his hips, his dark shirt clinging to his chest and arms, every inch of him shining with effort and heat. His hair sticks to his forehead in damp strands, but he doesn’t seem to care. There’s a faint curve to his lips as he looks out at the crowd, their screams refusing to die down even as Rhys steps up to the mic.  It’s Wings of Illyria’s last song of the night, and the air is thick with anticipation.

“Alright, alright,” Rhys says, his voice rich and smooth, but it barely registers over the roar of the audience. He glances back at Az and Cass, shaking his head with a laugh, and you catch the way they all exchange a look—silent, knowing.

Cass twirls a drumstick between his fingers, grinning wide. Rhys throws a wink at the crowd, and Azriel… Azriel holds up a hand, palm out, a subtle watch this gesture that has your stomach flipping. 

And then he steps forward.

The moment his fingers graze the mic stand, the noise dips. He leans in, his lips brushing the mic, and inhales sharply. The sound carries through the speakers, intimate, like he’s right there beside you. The crowd freezes, the energy shifting into something electric, breathless. And then, he chuckles.

It’s low, almost a growl, and it sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, the room is still. And then, chaos. The screams erupt again, louder than before, like every single person in the crowd had been seized by something primal and uncontrollable.

Azriel laughs, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Rhys and Cass. They’re laughing too, Cassian smacking a hand against his drums while Rhys shakes his head, mouthing something you can’t make out. 

But then Az turns back to the mic. 

Your heart stops as he adjusts it slightly, his hand steady, his expression calm but sharp, focused. The moment stretches, and you swear he looks right at you before his lips part, and his voice spills into the venue. 

It’s not Rhys’s voice this time, not the smooth, cocky tone that usually owns the opening of this song. No—this is something darker, rougher, saturated with a raw kind of emotion that makes your knees go weak. You know this part by heart—hell, you’ve screamed it in your car more times than you can count—but hearing Azriel sing it? It’s like hearing it for the first time. 

He owns it, every word dripping with purpose, with heat. His voice snakes through the room, curling around you, pulling you under. The crowd is a blur, the sound of their cheers distant compared to the way your pulse pounds in your ears. 

And Azriel knows it. He’s fully in control, commanding every single person in the room with nothing but his voice and the intensity in his eyes. When he glances over at Rhys and Cass again, they’re grinning like they know exactly what he’s doing—and exactly what it’s doing to everyone in the room. 

You’re breathless by the time he finishes the verse, and when he pulls back from the mic with that faint, wicked smirk, the crowd surges again, screaming louder than ever. 

You scream too, the sound ripping out of you without restraint, caught up in the heat and the pounding bass still thrumming through the room. But then Azriel’s gaze sweeps across the crowd, scanning the sea of faces, and it lands on you. 

Your breath catches. 

It’s brief, a flicker of his hazel eyes locking onto yours, but it’s enough. Enough to leave you wondering if he’s seen you before—if he’s noticed you at every show you’ve managed to get into, always in your usual spot near the edge of the stage, close enough to feel the pulse of the speakers in your chest. 

And then he turns back to the mic, and your chest tightens all over again. 

It’s the way Azriel shifts his stance—shoulders squared, leaning slightly into the mic as his fingers curl around the neck of his bass—that holds you captive. His voice joins Rhys’s in the next verse, a low harmony that wraps around the melody like smoke, rich and addictive. 

When the lyrics take a turn—something dark and suggestive, dripping with innuendo—you swear he looks at you again. His lips curl just so around the words, and the way his hand moves on the fretboard has your pulse racing. 

It’s stupid, you tell yourself. Ridiculous, really, to think that someone like him would single you out of a crowd like this. But as the song builds to its peak, the heat of his gaze feels too intentional to ignore. And then they hit the chorus, when Azriel takes over the melody for one shining moment, he sings a line that makes your cheeks burn, makes your hands curl into fists at your sides. It’s not subtle. It’s meant to be filthy, meant to tease and taunt, and he sings it like it’s directed straight at you. 

The crowd loses it. You barely hear the screams over the pounding of your heart.

He’s still looking at you when the song ends, sweat dripping from his temple as he lets the bass hang low against his hips, his breathing heavy. Cassian slams his drumsticks against the snare one last time, punctuating the end of the set, while Rhysand tosses his guitar pick into the crowd with a lazy smirk. 

Azriel doesn’t move for a moment. He stays there, on the edge of the stage, as if waiting for something. 

And then he winks. 

It’s quick—blink-and-you’ll-miss-it—but you see it. You feel it. 

Your knees go weak, your grip tightening on the barricade to keep yourself steady. By the time you process what just happened, he’s already turning away, laughing at something Cassian said as they disappear backstage. 

The crowd surges again, desperate for an encore, but all you can hear is the pounding of your pulse. 

Your knees are still trembling as the crowd surges around you, voices raised in chants for an encore. You try to breathe, to ground yourself, but the memory of Azriel’s smirk and the weight of his gaze keeps playing on a loop in your mind. 

And then, just as the noise reaches a fever pitch, you see him again. 

Azriel lingers near the side of the stage, his bass slung over his shoulder now, his hand reaching out to clasp the shoulder of a man in a black security shirt. You watch, heart pounding, as they exchange a few quick words, the guard leaning closer to hear him over the din. 

It’s casual—normal, probably—but then Azriel points.

Directly at you. 

You freeze. Your pulse spikes. There’s no way, you think. No way this is happening. 

But it is. His arm extends toward the crowd, his finger cutting through the haze of heat and lights to land right where you’re standing, gripping the barricade for dear life. The security guard nods, glancing in your direction as Azriel leans closer, lips moving again. 

He says two words, slow enough for you to catch even at this distance.

“Blue top.”

Your breath hitches, your gaze darting down to the shirt you’re wearing. Blue. Not just blue—bright blue, standing out against the darker tones of the crowd like a beacon. 

You look back up, your heart slamming in your chest as Azriel straightens, throwing one last glance your way before disappearing offstage. 

For a moment, you just stand there, frozen, every nerve in your body buzzing. Did that really just happen? Your mind races, replaying the movement of his hand, the way his lips had formed those words. Blue top. 

Your gaze darts around, scanning the crowd. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you’re losing your mind because surely he didn’t mean you. But your stomach flips again as you realize—no one else around you is wearing blue. Not a single person. 

It was you. 

Your fingers tighten on the barricade. He had pointed at you. You’re sure of it. And then you see him. 

The security guard is cutting through the clusters of venue workers. Your breath catches when his eyes land on you, sharp and direct. He doesn’t say a word, just jerks his chin toward the end of the barricade, a silent instruction. 

[yaralulu]

Hyperventilating at this.

🎨by frostbite.studios & atouchofmagicdesigns. (They’ve made book covers for the series and they’re quite literally the most gorgeous thing you’ll ever see)

[copypastus]

Fandom is about smacking the dolls you like together like they're kissing coz it makes you happy, it's not that serious.

Reposting someone's work to ridicule it coz you don't agree with the pairing is bad etiquette.

@praetorqueenreyna silly hat Rhys inspired me @lorcandidlucienwill hope i can make you smile with this

[athena-85]

I don’t see any mention of the certain SIREN in any of these articles 👀.

Let’s think about this quote for a sec:

Who is the next book about…

“I thought it was pretty obvious.”

Now keeping that in mind, let’s see what happens when you google “Who is the next ACOTAR book about?”

Time Magazine:

“Maas has already announced that the next book she will publish is the sixth installment in ACOTAR, a highly-anticipated release that many fans suspect will flesh out the stories of Feyre's sister Elain and Azriel, just as A Court of Silver Flames did for Nesta and Cassian.”

Business Insider:

“Although she didn't specify which characters from "ACOTAR" the novel she is writing will focus on, Maas previously said in a February 2021 conversation with Eva Chen that she planned to write a novel focused on Elain Archeron, Feyre's older sister, planting seeds for the book in the last installment in the series, "A Court of Silver Flames," which was about Nesta, the eldest Archeron sister.”

Today:

“There’s a third Archeron sister, Elain, as well as another in Rhysand’s trio of friends, Azriel, whose stories are left to tell. (And Maas did say she plans to explore Azriel more.)”

Screen Rant:

“As far as characters go, it's been repeatedly speculated that the sixth ACOTAR novel will follow Elain and Azriel, Elain and Lucien, or all three.”

Culturess:

“The most obvious choice for the character at the center of the next book would seem to be Elain. She’s the Archeron sister we know the least about, and who probably has the most unanswered questions around her story.”

Fandomwire:

“The story that is yet to be told is that of the youngest*, Elain. This is why it would make sense for Sarah J. Maas to tell her story in her new book.”

Books of Brilliance:

“It’s not official what this new book will be about, but Maas hinted in a previous interview that she was planning on writing a book from the perspective of Feyre’s older sister, Elain Acheron.”

The Every Girl:

“Namely, book five is Feyre’s sister Nesta’s story, and there are rumors (pretty strong ones) that the next book in the series will be Feyre’s other sister’s [Elain’s] story.”

The Mary Sue:

“As for what this next book might be about, Maas has mentioned previously she wanted to focus on Feyre’s older sister Elain in an ACOTAR book.”

These are all the articles, blogs, exclusives, or opinion pieces that talk about who the next book is about that I could find. Now, before anyone gets on me about this, I am aware that these articles have varying levels of credibility and accuracy! If you want to take this with a grain of salt, go ahead.

Some of these articles also mention Nesta, Mor, and Amren but they also always mention Elain. Yet, the apparent “super obvious” Azriel book is never mentioned? In fact, Azriel is only ever mentioned alongside Elain.

So idk, if the author of a book states that she thought something was obvious, and then multiple news sites, blogs, exclusive interviews, opinion pieces, etc. all draw the same or similar conclusions on the topic, I would say that maybe there is some validity to that conclusion.

[laxibbeb]

'Beyond the door, a winding stair lit by black nephrite lamps, and far below, the place called Nowhere where the Dead drift down, where nothing is exactly forgotten.' — @nestaarcheronweek

[rizzoreads88]

When Gwyn Is kidnapped to the blood right:

Cassian:“Winnow me to her. Az, you find Emerie and Gwyn.”

Azriel: “Azriel said tightly, “My spies got word that Eris has been captured by Briallyn.”…..”Az said, “We have to get him out.””

When Elain is kidnapped by Hybern:

Azriel: “I’m getting her back.”

Nesta:”Then you will die”

Azriel: “Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

[goldenspringmornings]

acotar definitely has the worst mmc’s in modern romantasy cause why can I not think of one single interest rhysand has outside of feyre like damn this series is really gonna make me give edward cullen his flowers cause at least he had a life outside of bella😭

[nikethestatue]

Feysand, Nessian and Elriel

Art: __alex_oxy__