#acotar crackship month

[kopfkino-o]

Daughter of the Summer Sea: Chapter One

Summary: They call them the Spear-Daughters of Summer and they are the fierce female warriors of the Summer Court known for their unshakeable bravery and the wicked three-pronged spears with which they fight. Having finally left the Library and more dedicated to her Valkyrie unit than ever, Gwyn finds herself charged with heading south to Adriata to learn from these infamous Spear-Daughters to expand both her fight knowledge and battle strategy, but to also seek out other Low Fae females interested in reclaiming their own power and fates by joining the Valkyrie ranks. But there is more than just sun and surf waiting for her amongst the bone-white streets of Adriata and, soon, Gwyn must ask herself: who does she want to be and where does her heart truly lay.

Pairing: Gwyn x Tarquin

Timeline: Post-ACOSF

Wordcount: 1628

Author’s Note: TARGWYN FIC LET’S GOOO! This is probably one of my most favorite crackships of all time and Adriata/Summer Court is probably my favorite Prythian setting outside of Velaris. I started working on this as a one-shot for @sjmcrackshipmonth​ but I have no self control and the story has since spiraled into something bigger. 

Updates will come as I finish each chapter. Like my other fic, I’ll be posting this to my AO3 account for those who want to follow the story over there! You can find me at @courtwritesalot 💙

Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading!

- Court

The bone-white walls of Adriata snaked along the rocky sea cliffs like the spine of a great slumbering beast. 

High seashell towers and turquoise-capped parapets and buildings hewn from glimmering coral and pearl adorned the foreign city set against the backdrop of an azure sea, the sheer beauty of the Summer Court's capital evident even at this distance. Even the crowded port bustling with trading galleys from every court and continent was beautiful in its own chaotic way, the rainbow of many colored sails sliding in on the evening tide a mesmerizing sight to behold.

It was, undeniably, unlike anything Gwyneth Berdara had ever seen.

Her chest was alive with fluttering nerves, her arrival on the white sand beaches of the Summer Court long since anticipated, her journey here having been planned months ago, and yet the sight before her somehow surpassed all expectations.

Gwyn had read countless books on the Summer Court and its capital city's splendor, had studied reports and travel logs and cultural assessments until her eyes bled, but nothing could have prepared her for this. The sun and sand, the sheer size of the Summerstone Palace on its high sea cliff, the sight of the Summer Court's gold and teal banners waving lazily in the sea-salt breeze. It was almost as if the Mother herself had bestowed these lands with a kernel of her own ethereal grace.

This is what you've been missing, a familiar voice murmured in the back of her mind, as it so often did. 

A stray tear slipped down Gwyn’s cheek, the lingering memory of her sister’s voice breaking the dam of emotions she’d been fighting to keep back all day. 

"Forgive me," She said, blinking away the tears and wiping her eyes dry before her High Lady could see. "I never expected to feel so overwhelmed by the sight of another city."

Feyre Archeron merely smiled, understanding filling the High Lady of the Night Court’s eyes, and gently patted Gwyn’s hand, her touch warm and steadying.

"I felt the same way the first time I saw the city, too," The High Lady said softly, blue eyes drifting out across the half-moon bay. "There is nowhere else in the world quite like Adriata. And no one half as kind as Cressida and Tarquin. They'll treat you like a treasured guest throughout your entire stay."

Gwyn could only manage a nod. There was so much to be grateful for on this day. Her freedom from the Library, the weight of her sword down her back, the gesture of friendship Feyre had shown her by taking the time to winnow her all the way here. And her closest friend by her side, here to see her off.

Her eyes slid sideways, daring to tear her gaze away from the sparkling city just long enough to study Nesta’s silent form. 

The General of the Valkyries had been quiet ever since Gwyn had arrived on the steps of the Riverhouse so Feyre might winnow her south. She was distant, contemplative, like there was something she wanted to say but didn’t know how.

But Gwyn didn’t need her friend to speak the words aloud for her to understand: it pained Nesta to see Gwyn go. It pained Gwyn too. 

The idea of leaving Velaris had been enough to nearly cripple her and keep her locked deep beneath the House of Wind amongst the dusty shelves and quiet serenity of the Library, but every night she lay down to sleep, every night she considered abandoning the journey altogether, she could hear her sister's voice softly urging her to go.

To the sea, sister, the ghost of Catrin’s voice would whisper, You must make it to the sea.

And so, if only for the honor of her memory, if only because Catrin would never get to see these azure waters, this bone-white city, Gwyn had gone. 

Feyre cleared her throat and toed the pristine white sand with the tip of a black leather boot. “There are some... friends I need to say hello to,” The High Lady said, eyes snagging on the surf crashing against the beach below. She gave Gwyn a parting smile before turning to Nesta and gently squeezing her sister’s shoulder. “Come find me when you’re ready, Nes.”

A heavy silence settled between Gwyn and Nesta as they watched the High Lady climb down the rocky face of the sea cliff, the soft murmur of the sea breeze and the distant cry of ship bells filling the space between them.

Gwyn closed her eyes and let the uncertain mix of emotions wash over her, a bittersweet taste of uncertainty and anticipation, fear and curious excitement. She would be gone from Velaris for three months, the longest stretch of time she’d ever been away from the Night Court. The only time she’d ever been away. 

It unsteadied her, the thought of the great distance and long stretch between her and her home, and yet,it set something strange inside her to shimmering too. 

“I’m going to miss you.” 

Gwyn turned sharply towards Nesta at the sound of the softly spoken words. Her friend, her sister, was still staring out across the sea, gaze fixed on the horizon as if she might find some sort of answer hidden within its vast expanse.

"I'm going to miss you too, Nesta." Gwyn replied softly, fighting the urge to let her voice break. “And Emerie. And Azriel and Cassian, and Deirdre and Rosalin too. Mother's blessing, but I think I might even miss Merrill."

Nesta chuckled, but the lightness of the sound did not quite reach her face. "I fear they're going to fall apart without your leadership." She said, still refusing to meet Gwyn’s eye.

"I'm sure Mor will keep them in line. She’s proving to be quite the addition to our ranks. The girls will listen to her council just fine.”

"But not as well as they’d listen to you."

Gwyn's heart swelled with pride and humility at Nesta's words. The Valkyries had grown exponentially this last year under the leadership they shared with Emerie. Not solely because of them, of course, but also because of the sheer grit and determination of the women who joined in their ranks each and every day. It was half the reason why she was here, so very far from home, in the first place.

"It's only three months," Gwyn said, reaching for Nesta's hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. “That's hardly even a blink over the course of our immortal lives. I'll be back in Velaris before you even know to miss me. Plus, the recruiting efforts here will be good for us. We need a unit of spears if we want to truly make the Illyrians blanche.”

Nesta's warm fingers squeezed her own, so tight Gwyn nearly saw stars. "Three months," She echoed then held up her free hand, the charm on the friendship bracelet she still wore even after all these months catching in the sunlight. "No matter how far the distance, no matter how great the cost."

Gwyn's heart strained at the word of the Valkyries’ official creed.

"No matter how far the distance, no matter how great the cost," She echoed, then added the final line of their creed. “We face the mountain together, for as long as I have my sisters, no battle shall be lost.”

Then Nesta embraced her and hugged Gwyn so tight she swore she could hear her bones sing. But she didn’t care. She hugged Nesta back, breathing in the winter mourning and steel scent of her and memorizing the feel of her sister’s arms around her as their sacred words settled in her chest like an ember.

When Nesta finally pulled away, Gwyn could have sworn silver lined her friend’s blue eyes but just as quickly as it appeared the softness was replaced with the hard determination of a warrior. 

A general. 

“You go out there and learn and show them how a Valkyrie wields a spear,” Nesta said, command and authority filling her voice. “Show them what we are building, what we have made ourselves into. Show them what they too could be.”

Gwyn lifted three fingers to her brow in salute. “On your orders, Lady General.” 

Nesta returned the gesture. “Mother guide you, Berdara.” 

“And you, Archeron.” 

Gwyn scooped up her pack and left her friend there on the sea cliff,  fighting the tears stinging in her eyes and the urge to look back at her friend one last time as she scrambled up the rocky terrain to the road that would lead her to the gates of Adriana. 

The tears came nonetheless, emotions flooding through her as she began to walk, and Gwyn began to curse herself for her insecurities one moment, then slid back into the pit of her old anxieties the next.

She had three months to learn the art of the three-pronged spear well enough to teach it to an entire unit of women. Three months to win over the Princess and Prince, bolstering not only further confidence in the fragile alliance between them and the Night Court, but also earning their permission to gather women from their court to bring into the Valkyrie ranks. The worries flowed and ebbed. She wasn’t sure she could do it. Wasn’t sure she was strong enough, wise enough, brave enough. She was one woman and a woman who’d spent most of her life hidden away from the world at that.

Then Gwyn rounded a soft bend on the Summer Road and all those worries, all those fears and uncertainties, died in her chest, a single thread unspooling as she beheld the massive golden gates of the city and Adriata waiting beyond.

To the sea, sister. 

[goldenivy0]

There's never a dull moment in the ACOTAR fandom fr 💀. I've been in the fandom for like.. a measly 4 months (4 MONTHS!!) and the only thing I can do whenever new drama comes to light is laugh, I swear lmao 😂.

The most recent drama, Elain week. Oof...

Let's assume that Elain week would result in 300 fan works, whether they were fanarts or fanfics. I bet that not even 2% of those works (≈ 6 works) would be about Tamlin/Elain. The probability of 0 (zero) of them being about Beron/Elain would be 99.99999%. But look at what resulted from this "rule" that people wanted to implement in the name of "anti-abuse". The attention that you didn't wish to be given to Tamlin or Beron, ended up being given IN TRIPLE, will (most likely) be given during the week in question IN TRIPLE and it also generated the creation of new crackships such as Elain/Koschei. KOSCHEI!! Literally a death god and the biggest villain of the series at the moment.

This whole situation is crazy, I just have to laugh at it 😅. How do we want this fanbase to have less toxicity if we're always coming up with new reasons to generate anger and discord among us? Hell, let people draw what they want to draw, let people write what they want to write. You don't agree with what you might see or read during certain character's appreciation week? Go ahead and skip that content. Maybe don't host that event. But let's not pretend that you are creating a safe and inclusive space for ALL Elain lovers with Elain week when the rules of that same event automatically EXCLUDE certain people from it (Elain lovers included).

The time for censorship regarding freedom of expression/speech (because art is a form of expression) has long passed. You are not God to judge what is right and what is wrong. This is fiction! This need to be different and the desire to be morally superior to others does not always go well and I think that has been proven. Let's just try to control the damage now.

[sjmcrackshipmonth]

SJM Crackship Month July 2023

1. All crackships are welcome. They can be from Crescent City, ACOTAR, or TOG, and we welcome cross series crackships as well, like Bryce x Azriel, Nesta x Manon, etc.

2. Please don't be rude to others. This is supposed to be fun and we will not welcome any hate!

3. How much you participate is optional. Please don't feel like you need to do every single day!

4. Art, Edits, Fics, all are welcome!

5. Please use the hashtags #/sjmcrackshipmonth #/sjmcrackshipmonth23 and tag the blog if you wish to be featured on the page that way we're not missing anyone!

6. No reposting other's work unless you've been given express permission to do so

I can't wait to see what people come up with and I hope everyone has a great time!

[gwynrieldreams]

So as someone who has been in fandom spaces for 20+ years… I have started dipping into the ACOTAR fandom within the last few months. I am very confused as to why crackship is being used for gwynriel and I’m ver confused as to why this ship war appears to be so much more… hateful than some I’ve seen? Like I’ve seen some fucked up shit but I don’t think I’ve seen the way that some folks are literally wishing death on others because of a ship? Additionally it’s a tad frustrating that it appears folks don’t know how to tag on tumblr and I need them to learn it’s not like tik tok where you just add any tag whatsoever to give it traction you tag based off what the post is about if a certain ship isn’t even mentioned don’t bother tagging it anti x

I’ll be honest I like almost every character in acotar (except Beron he can fuck off) but I am so sick and tired of Elain and that is quite literally because of the way some folks portray her in their shipping war. I know Sarah has said she will tell Elains story and I believe she mentioned she wanted to tell Azriels story too?? but at this point I’m hoping Elain gets a short story, a novella would be too long, and Azriel gets a blog post. I hope we get a full Mor story and anything but the four that make up this crazy ship war (while establishing who ends up with who on the side cause I still want my own ships to sail but that’s neither here nor there)

Anyways if you’ve read this far thank you 😁 apologies if it doesn’t make sense

Yeah, this shipwar is getting ridiculous. I don't know what people are thinking sending hate and death threats over fictional characters. I don't know why there's so much hate.

The tagging system in tumblr is different from other platforms and older users just have to be a little bit patient and kind to new users. The confusion is understandable. I was using tumblr years ago but then suddenly stopped. I didn't even remember how the tags worked, so I made a a mistake at the beginning. At the end of the day it's just tags, it's not that serious.

SJM has confirmed she will write a book about Elain. Personally, I'm looking forward to it, even though Elain isn't currently my favourite, I believe she has a lot of potential as a character.

SJM has also confirmed she will write two books with dual povs each focusing on a different couple -so the gwynriel/elucien book scenario is very much a possibility- and a novella, which imo will be Mor's backstory and her happy ending with Emerie.

I understand, though, why some people are tired of the shipwar. No matter what ends up being canon, people can and will ship whatever they like and that's ok. I'm just afraid that after we get confirmation, shit will get real bc some part of the fandom will be real angry and will start acting out, taking it out on sjm or other fans.

[highlordofkrypton]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Thank you @achaotichuman for the tag!! I LOVE THESE GAMES!! Tagging @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @anartisicandautisticstararcher @positivelyruined @praetorqueenreyna @goforth-ladymidnight

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I only ever started writing fanfiction last October, if we're talking official standalone stories from start to finish. Otherwise, I started writing on Neopets forums under 'roleplaying'. I was curious and it seemed really fun!

How many fandoms have you written in?

Again, official 'fanfiction' that I've written on my own and posted, technically it's only DC Comics and ACOTAR. If we're looking at my docs & roleplaying history, we would have to add Harry Potter, Pacific Rim, Pokemon, Attack on Titan, Marvel, Jujutsu Kaisen, Witcher, Tokyo Ghoul, Vampire Hunter D, etc.

How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Eight months, officially. Writing overall, 20 years.

Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I write more fanfiction than I read. I struggle a lot with imposter syndrome and if I read things in my favourite fandom, I always feel like I can't possibly add to the beautiful stories that already exist. I need to be in a specific headspace to read, especially stories that are similar in content. I do love reading when I'm in a good mindset, though. Especially when I'm writing, I avoid reading so not to get influenced.

What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Write with better writers than myself, or writers who have vastly different styles. My writing partner has such a solid vocabulary and strong characterization whereas I'm more of a world-builder and lore-weaver. I've learned so much from her and she's pushed me to be better so she can have something equally as beautiful to read. I also started using beta readers, and that's been super helpful to learn more about my writing through the eyes of another.

Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Overthinking and letting outside worries influence my writing. My best writing happens when I shut the world out, but I often overthink what my possible audience might say, or react negatively too. I'm currently blocked with several fics because I've posted them before I was done, and I'm afraid of disappointing my readers with every new update...

What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

So much medical research. My god, my characters get hurt way too much.

What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when readers highlight their favourite parts, lines or characters from my work. I really want to discuss and be excited with readers, but I'm honestly happy with any and all comments!

What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Crackships, crackships, crackships! Also, probably way too many AUs.

What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Action scenes for sure, as well as smut. I've wanted to write long pure smut stories, but I just can't do it! I feel like as a writer, I get so caught up in the details that I can't feel my way through the story like I usually do.

What is the easiest type?

Short pieces that focus on emotion.

Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Right now, I have most of my work on GDocs, but I am actively writing/transitioning to @ellipsus-writes. I freaking love this platform and I can't wait to see how the features grow and evolve.

What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

More Batman stuff, for sure. I'm also currently too intimidated to finish anything right now.

What made you choose your username?

I usually go with a silly username especially on gaming platforms, but I wanted to go more straightforward this time. My name is Mathi and I write lmao.

[nikethestatue]

Did you know Azris is becoming a real thing? I’ve noticed it’s a group of Eluciens who cry homophobia at everything about Azris. First I saw them upset that fic writers depicted either Azriel or Eris as dom with the other as sub because “they are both dom” and making one dominant and the other submissive is putting them in male and female roles…?

Now they are harassing the sjmcrackshipweek page because they have Azris on there as a crackship but “it’s not a crackship it’s a rare pair”. They are literally saying Azris is not a crackship and trying to make it an issue of it being m/m. My god this fandom is delusional.

Oh Anon

After 2.5 years of arguing with Gwynriels and hearing 'they are mates' and having long dissertations and death threats hurled at Elriels, I seriously have no more energy for another Azriel-centric 'they are totally mates' ship.

I remember months ago someone was trying to debate some fan art with 'dom' and 'not dom' and 'both are doms' and it seemed like they were all serious and started bringing up RL 'but in dom/sub communities' and I was like, WHAT ARE YOU ON? WHAT dom? WHAT sub????

These are book characters. They are not a couple. There is no dom/sub ANYTHING. There is no relationship. There is animosity and mutual dislike and all we know about Azriel is that he wants to eat out Elain. That's it. There are no 'breadcrumbs' and no 'foreshadowing'. Why can every other fandom acknowledge when a crackship is a crackship and move on, and in the ACOTAR fandom every Tom, Dick and Harry are always mates and 'canon'.

But honestly, after watching heated arguments about the validity of Tamlain and how of course they are mates, because she likes flowers, I don't have a whole lot to say about any ships.

[sjmkinkmeme]

Potential Crackship Month idea I’ve been obsessing over: Characters: Morrigan/Lucien * Main Pairings:  Morrigan/Lucien * Rating: E * Type of work: fan fiction * Canon compliant or AU: canon compliant-ish * Mood: angst, smut, hurt/comfort * Description of scenario: Post Jesminda murder and Morrigan abuse, pre-ACOTAR, Morrigan and Lucien cross paths. Brought together by their mutual resentment of the Autumn Court and the pain they carry, they share a night of cathartic conversation and hot sex.

Added to the request list!

[kopfkino-o]

Daughter of the Summer Sea - A Preview

Gwyn x Tarquin is one of my most beloved crackships and I can’t wait to start publishing some of the fic I’ve come up for these two in July. But in the meantime, here’s a wee preview!

I. 

Adriata was a dream. 

The seashell cobbles were soft underfoot, the bone white towers lining the narrow street loyal sentinels , the blue and white painted homes all happy passersby. Even the monstrous mother of pearl dome of the Temple of the Summer Son had an air of warmth to it. 

A warmth Gwyn had never felt so tangibly.

It was in the heavy humid air, in the soft laughter of the residents that flooded down the tight city streets, in the spiced smells drifting up from the open-air markets, in the genuine smiles and easy greetings of the strangers she passed by as she wandered.

I told you, her sister’s voice curled at the edges of her mind. 

II. 

Cressida twirled her spear, the three golden prongs of the weapon flashing beneath the oppressive afternoon sun, and, in one swift movement she drove Gwyn back and back and back again until she pressed hard against the armory wall. 

“You lose, priestess.” 

Their chests were heaving. The Princess had a small, satisfied look on her face that only served to boil Gwyn’s blood further. 

So she drew her own spear up between them, the movement so fast Cressida had no chance to even react, and with a strangled grunt Gwyn shoved her back into the ring. Shoved her so hard Cressida went sprawling into the sand.

“Not quite yet, Princess.” 

III. 

Tarquin cleared his throat, the High Lord notably uncomfortable beneath the prying eyes of his court and foreign courtiers. No one, however, seemed to care. 

But she did.

Gwyn remembered what it was like, all those questions and prying eyes and faces she did not know pestering her over matters of politics she had no real interest in.

Where is the foot of the Cauldron? How was the Temple infiltrated? When did they come, how did they find you? And the children, what of them?

Yes, Tarquin was the High Lord of Summer, and such duties were his own, but he was, at the end of the day, a person too.

He deserved to enjoy today. Deserved to celebrate the Summer Solstice as he saw fit. And, despite knowing it wasn’t her place, despite knowing she looked so at odds compared to the rest of the court in her fish-scale armor and flowing teal headdress, Gwyn made her way to his side nonetheless.

IV. 

“May I have this dance?” Tarquin asked softly.

She had this dress, so beautiful it looked like pure seafoam spun into silk, and she had this ache in her heart, these stars in her eyes, and there he was, hand extended, lips parted in a dazzling smile, bright eyes silently hoping she would join him.

And Mother spare her, how she wanted to dance with him.

[arigonia]

June will be Azris, Gwynlain, and Emorie month

The month of the queer/gay, if you will.

[gojosatorurailmepls]

If you don’t like Gwynriel, why are you looking at Gwynriel’s posts?🧐

If you don’t like Gwynriel, why are you still stalking Gwynriel artists and attacking them the minute they release something? 🧐

If you don’t like Gwynriel, why are you stalking our blogs?🧐

If you don’t like Gwynriel shippers, why are you still stalking our IG Stories, honey?🧐

If you don’t like a ship, why are you still trying to look? 🧐

Y’all can’t make this shit up when you do the absolute worst instead of making content. I don’t care that you do a whole month for your ship. Good for you. But stop victimizing yourselves when we saw how disgusting some of you act... and none of you called that toxic problematic behavior.

And we’re not stalking your tags, we’re browsing the Azriel & Elain ones, you dumbasses.

I’m sorry you feel threatened by gingers and feel the need to slander them.

I’m sorry your ship is not endgame but stop attacking and bullying around. It doesn’t look good on you, honey. You’re just making a fool of yourselves.

If any of y’all come at me in my dm’s or asks, i’m blocking you on sight. It’s called self-care, baby. You should try it too💖

[shi-daisy]

Thanks for the tag!

Name: Shi Daisy (will take. Shi, Daisy or Liz too!)

Member since: 2017. During hurricane Maria which messed up Puerto Rico real bad I had nothing to do during the two month blackout but read. I found Acotar and the rest is history.

Favorite part of canon: A classic "I love you, Thorns and all."

Favorite headcanon: Tamlin is mostly a poet and musician but he can also dance very well and learned gardening from his mama!

Main ships: Tamcien, Feylin, Feylincien, Neris, band of Exiles polycule, valkyries polycule, Emorie, and my crackships Tamlin x Cresseida and Feyre x Bryaxis

Where can I find you?: Ao3, Tumblr and Wattpad all under Shi Daisy

Welcome to pro-Tamlin! (You must have a brain and know how to use it.)

Because the greeting post yesterday elicited quite the dazzling response, I thought it would be a good idea to start an introduction thread! If you consider yourself a part of our community, reblog and share your details. We are excited to see more people returning to Spring and giving it the love it deserves. Long Live the High Lord of Spring!

(Feel free to replace my answers.)

- Name : CeCe

- Member since: I first read ACOTAR in December, so officially then. I did not find the community until a few months after hearing the spoilers for what happens to our beloved Tam. It was my personal choice to stop reading the books and continue writing Tam’s story my own way. He deserves better!

But, officially, I believe I arrived in early March.

- Favorite part of canon: I genuinely enjoy the first book, despite its quality issues and lack of consistency. It’s a guilty pleasure read for sure. My favorite part of Tamlin’s storyline or character is truthfully his good heart. No matter how much people villainize him, the text itself fights to prove that he has a good heart — despite that it does not always lead him perfectly.

- Favorite headcanon: I have so many; but right now it really is that Tamlin is terrified of thunderstorms.

- Main ships: Tamlin / happiness. Feylin. Tamcien. FeyTamCien. He’s easy to love and easy to ship.

- Main work: Fiction! Currently a retelling of the first book from his perspective.

- Where can I find you? Under this URL for all relevant fiction posting and at @thehighlordofspring for roleplaying Tam.

Tagging: @lorcandidlucienwill @jennyarchibald @springandstarlight @sonics-atelier @achaotichuman @bookishfeylin @fourteentrout @goforth-ladymidnight to keep this going!

[goforth-ladymidnight]

An Impartial List of ACOTAR Character Appreciation Weeks 2022

I put this list together for those who want to support their favorite characters and ships, skip the ones they don’t, and revisit old favorites! Did I miss any? Let me know!

Gwynriel Week (Mar 6 - 12)

Gwyn Appreciation Week (Apr 17 - 23)

Elriel Month (May 2022)

Elucien Week (Jul 24 - 30)

Azriel Appreciation Week (Jul 31 - Aug 6)

Vassien Week (Aug 15 - 21)

Neris Week (Aug 28 - Sept 3)

Elain Archeron Appreciation Week (Sep 4 - 10)

Nessian Appreciation Week (Sep 11 - 17)

Azriel Shadowsinger Week (Sep 18 - 24) [Yes, there are two Azriel weeks!]

Lucien Appreciation Week (Sep 21 - 27)

Emerie Appreciation Week (Oct 2 - 8)

Cassian Week (Oct 10 - 17)

Tamlin Week (Oct 17 - 23)

SJM Crackship Week (Dec 11 - 17) [Was the 2022 event cancelled? I had it marked, then couldn’t find it again.]

Feyre Week (Dec 19 - 27) [Yes, it’s 9 days long.]

P.S. There’s still room in the 2022 calendar for any Rhysand or Feysand events if anyone wants to contribute. Are there any other characters or ships you’d like to see celebrated before the year ends? (Note: I’m not offering to mod any of these. I’m just putting this out there.) Have fun, everyone!

[bookstantrash]

A/N: Shoutout to all of those beautiful, incredible supportive and awesome people who encouraged me to write this Emeriel (Azriel x Emerie) one shot. I really like this crackship, and I’m hoping we see more of Emerie in the next acotar books.

With this, I’m officially in ghost mode till acosf and for some time after its release (probably a month). My askbox and dm are open for prompts tho! So feel free to send me any writing requests!!

Falling in Shadows

Azriel was lost.

Not lost as in ‘I don’t know the Cauldron where I am’. Not in the physical way lost.

No, Azriel was lost in the emotional way. Lost as in ‘What the Cauldron I am feeling?’

If he was to be honest with himself, he had been feeling like that for quite some time now. Ever since Cassian had asked him to go to that wooden building and spied a certain female through the clothier’s window.

Azriel was usually uncomfortable around other Illyrians. He sometimes forgot he too was one, his hatred for his people in some occasions being so unbearable he found himself a youngling once again, locked in that dark cell, denied the skies.

How could he be an Illyrian, feel like one, when his own people had cast him aside? Had tried to strip him of his heritage?

That was one of the motives he avoided going to Windhaven. But after that day he visited Cassian and Nesta — he was surprised to see how their relationship was going, despite the circumstances that had made Nesta go to Illyria — Azriel found himself looking for reasons to be in Windhaven.

All because of her.

Because of Emerie, the fierce owner of that clothier.

Once he had gotten inside the shop, Azriel had willed his shadows to fade — few were the Illyrians and Fae not afraid of them, afraid of him and his job in the Night Court — and tucked his wings tight. He knew how the Illyrian females were treated. How they were supposed to look down and not talk back when in the presence of a male. He didn’t want any other reason to scary the shop owner.

To his surprise, however, he was met with a different scenario. An Illyrian female who didn’t look down, was not afraid to speak her mind and didn’t cower in his presence.

Emerie didn’t even bat an eyelash at him or his shadows, not even glancing at his scarred hands when he handed her the money — an act he was already used to.

Azriel was in and out of the shop in less then five minutes.

He met her again some time later, having tea with Nesta when came back to Windhaven. They exchanged a few words and he got even more curious about her.

And then, before he had even noticed how, they had become friends.

Azriel would pass by her shop whenever he went to visit Cassian and would chat with Emerie, sometimes joining her and Nesta for tea — Azriel dragged Cassian with him when that happened, a little scared to be beneath the sharpe of gaze of both females by himself.

Not that he told Cassian, or anyone else for that matter, the truth. He’d rather swim naked in one of Windhaven’s deathly cold lakes.

Azriel had female friends, so it was not like he was embarrassed around Emerie because of that. Feyre was his friend, as was Elain — although Feyre seemed to think there was something between him and her sister, they were only on friendly terms. Elain was still processing what had happened to her, being Made and losing everything she had, not to mention Graysen. The man was one of the finest pricks he’d ever met, but love was not rational.

Azriel and Elain understand each other in some level, her being a seer and him a shadowsinger. But nothing more.

And then there was Morrigan. He’d been in love with her. Once. And he knew she didn’t see him like that.

His feelings had faded over time, leaving only respect and brotherly affection towards her. Azriel knew he sometimes overreacted when it came to Eris, but it was not due to a lover’s anger. No, he felt guilty of what Mor had been through, years ago. He was her friend and couldn’t help her when she needed the most.

His love towards Mor may have changed, but it still hurt to see that she was keeping something from him and flirted so shameless in front of him as to keep him away. Whatever it was that she had to say, he’d understand. So he’d wait, until she was ready to talk to him.

When it came to Emerie, however, he felt something. Something different. Something he could not quite place.

Azriel also felt fear.

Fear of what that feeling may represent. Of what Emerie thought of him. He had to keep himself in check around her, least he loose control of his shadows, who always seemed to get agitated whenever they were together.

Sighing, he shook his head to try and rid himself of these thoughts. He could feel an headache coming, and he had to wake up early to met Cassian and the Camp Lords for a meeting regarding the Blood Rite. He needed sleep.

His feet, on the other hand, had other ideais. Before he knew what he was doing, they had taken him on the way to the small craftsman center of the camp, where Emerie’ shop was.

Maybe he could say he had thought of saying a quick hello, see how the things were going with her sells.

“It’s not that late yet. And I didn’t come today to see her. So a late night tea won’t hurt, right?” Azriel thought, trying to calm himself down.

He sent one of his shadows ahead to see if there was any light on the clothier, just in case. If it was off, he’d take it was a sign to leave it alone and go rest.

But when it returned, Azriel felt his blood run cold, and he quickly moved through the shadows to get there faster. And the scene in front of him made his heart stop.

The shop windows were broken, as was the door, and he could see some of the clothes thrown on the floor by the door.

Azriel heard screams.

Heard Emerie screaming.

He entered the shop to find her being restrained by a male, while two others ransacked the place.

Azriel did not fail to notice how the male holding her looked pissed. Maybe due to his bloody nose and black eye.

Azriel smiled internally. His girl would not go down without a fight it seemed.

“And just what do you think you’re doing” he said, announcing his presence.

Four pairs of eyes looked in his direction, and he got smug satisfaction at the clear fear that shined in the males’ eyes.

Specially when they saw Azriel unsheathing Truth Teller and gave free rein to his shadows.

However, in Emerie’s dark brown eyes he only saw relief.

“Close your eyes Em” he said.

And then Azriel exploded.

He had the two males pinned down by his shadows in no time, bounding their wings and squeezing their throats strong enough to leave them breathless.

And a little purple.

But the one that held Emerie... that one he would take his sweet time.

Appearing behind the male — which quickly released Emerie in hope to attempt an escape — Azriel slammed him down in the polished counter.

“What should I do with you” he snarled, bringing Truth Teller dangerously close to the male’s throat, making a thin cut in his skin.

“P-please,” the male whimpered “have mercy”

“Did you show mercy to her? Did you?!” Azriel shouted, pressing the knife harder “I should Clip you. I should Clip all of you and take my sweet time doing it”

He heard the other two males struggling against his shadows, trying to get away again. Azriel only whiled them to tighten their grip, and he swore he heard one start to cry.

“You will never appear here again. You will not bother Emerie any longer” he leaned down to whisper in the male’s ear “You will tell that to your other friends. To anyone who has ever messed with her. And if I hear that you came back — and trust me, I will — I will hunt you down myself”

“Are we clear?” he added, letting his threat sink.

“Y—yes sir” the trembling male managed to gasp through Azriel’s hold on his neck.

“Go” he said, freeing all three, who quickly left the place, running for their lives.

Azriel then turned to find Emerie with her eyes open, staring at him.

He froze. She had seen him. Had seen him act as the High Lord’s spy master. Had seen him being territorial and scary and—

“I think I’ll have to redecorate” was all Emerie said, her voice trembling a little.

Azriel couldn’t believe it. She had been attacked, her shop destroyed and she had time to make a joke.

He shook his head in disbelief and stopped in front of her, holding himself back to not touch her to see if she was hurt anywhere.

“Are you—”

Her knees gave out before he could say anything else, and he quickly caught her in his arms.

“You put your arms around me and I literally felt my kneels buckle, this is so pathetic” she scoffed, looking at the floor.

“Em...”

“I usually can handle it on my own” she shook her head “Nesta taught me some self defense moves. I can’t leave the shop to go for the training ring and I have no desire to be a warrior”

“This...this was the first time that more than one came” she added in a soft whisper.

Azriel felt a calm rage settle in his bones.

“This is not the first time something like this has happened,” he wanted to shake her until she got some sense in that stubborn head of hers “and you didn’t tell anyone about it”

“As I said, I usually can handle it” she snapped back, finally meeting his eyes “I was closing the shop when they appeared. I tried to fight back, but I only managed to punch one before he restrained me. If you hadn’t appeared I—”

She didn’t finish that sentence, bitting her trembling lip to keep herself from crying.

“You are one headstrong and fearless female, you know that?” he said, daring to hold her closer.

“I was scared”

And to Azriel’s surprise she buried her head on his chest, gripping his leathers for her dear life, her body shaking with silent sobs.

“I know Em” he murmured, one hand caressing her hair in comfort.

His shadows closed the door and gathered the clothes on the floor, putting them on the counter.

“I’m going to take you upstairs, okay?” he asked softly, and Emerie just nodded her head.

Gathering her in his arms, Azriel climbed the stairs to the upper part of the shop, where Emerie lived.

He decided to place her on the sofa. He didn’t want to invade her personal space and walk into her bedroom.

He carefully sat on the sofa, adjusting Emerie in his arms so she’d be comfortable. By the looks of it, she wasn’t letting go of him soon.

Not that he was bothered by that.

“Em...it’s okay. You’re safe now” he tenderly raised her head, both hands cupping her cheeks and brushing away her tears.

“Thank you. For arriving when you did” she sniffed, but then reality seemed to fall on her “Why where you around here at this hour?”

Azriel felt the tip of his ears getting hot, and he almost faded back in the shadows.

“I wanted to see you” he mumbled, so low he hoped she had not heard him.

“What was that?” she asked, and by the way she was trying to suppress a grin Azriel could tell she had heard him loud and clear.

“I’m not repeating it” he said, feeling his whole face getting hot

Emerie laughed, and the sound of her laugh was enough to put Azriel at ease.

“I wanted to see you too” she confessed, looking deep into his eyes.

Azriel could swear his heart skipped a beat at her words.

“You did?” he softly asked, afraid this was all a dream and he’d soon wake up.

“Yes” she said, and tenderly took one of his hands on hers, not flinching at the scars on them “I wanted to hear your voice”

She kissed his fingers.

“I wanted to see you trying to come up with topics to talk with me”

She kissed palm.

“I wanted to see your shadows acting all agitated and you trying so hard to control them thinking I’ll be bothered but,” Azriel took a sharp breath when she kissed his wrist “they’re not a bother. I’m not afraid of them. I like them”

Azriel was falling. He was spiralling down into himself, all the way to his shadowed heart.

“You like them?” he asked so quietly, fear lacing his every word.

“I do. They’re part of you Azriel” she interlaced their hands “What is there not to like?”

Azriel felt like crying. He felt like crying because for the first time someone outside of his family had looked at him and actually seen him.

Not a monster who killed and spied and tortured for his High Lord.

Not an Illyrian who was a traitor to his own race.

Not the quiet friend who was satisfied to be in the shadows.

Not a protector doing his duty.

Emerie saw him.

She saw all the good, the bad and the awkward Azriel so desperately tried to conceal.

And she was not afraid.

“Can I hope then?” he dared himself to ask, resting his forehead against hers “Can I hope you feel this? This feeling that I can’t quite place?”

“You can” she answered “Because I hoped you felt the same thing”

Azriel still did not know how to name this feeling between them yet. But he was sure of one thing.

He was dying to know what it was.

And Emerie would help him in every path of this discovery.

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[abraxos-is-toothless]

Summer Lovin’ (Lucien x Tarquin)

Hello all!

This fic is something new, and will be in multiple parts, updated as and when I finish the next part. It is a Lucien x Tarquin fic. I know what you’re think but I had this thought about them because everyone writes crackships, but then I told @tswaney17 and the two of us fell in love with the idea. She is to thank for this spiral.

I’m using my general ACOTAR tag list for this, but you do not have to read it. Also do let me know if you would like to be kept out of the tags for this in the future. (The title is just something for now because I honestly haven’t decided something yet😂)

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Lucien’s life had been chaotic lately, but still, he hadn't quite expected this to happen, of all things.

Elain had finally said she didn't want this bond between them. He knew it was going to happen and he couldn't exactly blame her. Having it related to a traumatic experience wasn't going to be something positive, and no matter what the Cauldron thought of them matching each other, accepting the bond wouldn't have made them happy. She had the Spymaster for that, and Lucien was grateful to see how much she’d healed since seeing her as skin and bones in the library of the House of Wind. Azriel helped her and loved her; it wasn’t something predestined or whatever other shit people liked to talk about. They had chosen it for themselves, and Lucien couldn’t fault them for being happy.

Then came one of the biggest bombshells of his life.

Beron was not his father.

Though he had found out several months ago, it was still fresh in his mind, as though it were yesterday that he had been told.

Lucien still didn’t understand what he was doing in the River House. Rhysand had turned up in the human lands this morning to get him. When he’d asked why, the bastard just smiled at him. Lucien had honestly thought that the male might have been taking him to his death. But then he winnowed them into an office, Feyre sitting in the window, little Nyx in her arms and a content smile on her face. Now it was a few hours later, Nesta had been and gone, collecting her nephew for his nap, and still, he didn’t know why they had brought him here.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on now, or do I have to wait several more hours?” Rhys was just smiling from where he sat on his chair, wings hidden and humming, making Lucien roll his eyes. Feyre came to sit next to her mate, giving him a reprimanding look. She gave Lucien a soft smile.

“Just a little longer, I promise.” Feyre had barely even finished the sentence when there was a knock on the door. “There we go.” She stood, smoothing the skirts of her dress before walking towards the door, trailing light fingers over Rhys’ shoulder as she went. When she pulled the door open, Lucien could honestly say he was shocked to see that it was Helion on the other side, led by Cassian.

“Your guest, dearest sister. Please, take him.” Helion let out a low chuckle behind the general. He placed a hand over his heart, faking pain when Cassian turned to look at him.

“You wound me. Why so hasty to get rid of me?���

“If you keep looking at time the way you are, I will not be held responsible for what Nesta does to you in a jealous rage.” Helion’s retort was cut off when the female in question shouted from somewhere else in the house.

“You can take him! He’s been a pesky annoyance as of late.” Cassian disappeared then, grumbling about how she didn’t mean that, he was never annoying and Nesta was madly in love with him. Which was true,-the madly in love part, not Cassian not being annoying- anyone could see it. Lucien would never tell her about the doe eyed look she got though. He valued actually being alive.

Helion laughed again, bending down to kiss Feyre on one cheek and then the other.

“Feyre, you look as lovely as you always do. Motherhood suits you.”

“That I agree with entirely.” Rhys said as his mate welcomed the newcomer into the room, closing the door gently behind them.

“I’ve told you Rhysand, no more babes until Nyx is older.” The male nodded in agreement, though Lucien thought they were going to be having this discussion a lot in the near future. She smacked him over the back of the head when he smirked, before sitting once more. He had a feeling they were talking to each other in secret again. “Have you made it so no one can hear us?” She asked when they were all settled. Helion now sat in the chair next to him, giving him a nod, Feyre sitting on the arm of Rhysand’s seat. The High Lord of the Night Court gave a dip of his head. “Warded the moment you closed the door, my love.”

“Good. Now, onto what we brought the both of you here for.”

Helion crossed an ankle over the other knee, hands linked where they rested in his lap. The High Lord of Day was dressed in a mix of gold and black. Gold fabric covered his body. One side of his chest left bare, clothing pinned at the other, flowing down his body, belted at the skirt. It was embroidered around the hem with reds and greens, and it seemed to shimmer like glitter under moonlight. Sandals wrapped around the dark skin of his calves. “Forgive me for asking, but why such secrecy? Can you not trust your own family?”

Lucien didn’t understand why they were being so careful all of a sudden, either. Any time he’d been in here, discussing all the problems they were still trying to overcome from the war with Hybern, they’d never stopped the others inside the house from being able to hear too. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the side. “The information will leave this room when you do, and you will do with it as you see fit.”

Lucien spoke then, frustrated. “You brought me here hours ago, told me absolutely nothing on why I had to come. Just tell us what’s going on.” Rhys raised a dark brow at him, but said nothing, so he turned to Feyre. She sighed, wringing her hands together before stopping herself. It was one of her nervous traits, and nervous traits accompanied by serious conversations never boded well.

“Back when we were trying to get the High Lords to work together, to help us against Hybern, you told us a story about Lucien’s mother, Helion.”

“Yes, I did.” Lucien hadn’t known that. But he supposed looking for Myriam and Drakon meant he wasn’t privy to a lot of information. There were things from the time he was gone that he was still learning about.

“Including the affair that you had.” Lucien sucked in a sharp breath, slowly looking at the male seated beside him. Beron was not nice to his mother, he knew that. But the man had spies everywhere, always had. He would have had to have known about his mother being with Helion. And if he knew, he would have had her killed for it.

“But my mother lives. My father wouldn’t have allowed her to live after he’d found out. And trust me he knows, he always knows when his family isn’t doing exactly what he wants them to.” Beron would have wanted to set an example, a vicious one at that. He showed that with what happened to Jessminda. Thinking of her only made Lucien think fondly of their good memories together now. He was no longer attacked by grief and self hatred, though waves of sadness would come and go. On the bad days, the storm in his head made them rough and dangerous, but those were few and far between.

Feyre started to look uncomfortable, causing Rhys to continue. “To have killed her, would have caused a scandal. He was younger then, and it wouldn’t have done him any good.”

Lucien still didn’t understand and it was starting to piss him off. His fire tempted its boundaries, flames growing hotter and higher in his frustration. It felt as if it were boiling his blood, heating his skin. He pushed it down into the depths where it belonged. “The only scandal is that she wasn’t faithful. The gods know he fucking hasn’t been. But then again it was always ‘do as I say and not as I do’ with him anyway.” Feyre simply shook her head at him. He opened his mouth to say something, to say how pointless this meeting was if they weren’t going to get to the point, when Helion suddenly sucked in a sharp breath from beside him. Lucien startled slightly.

“Mother above.” He breathed. “He can’t be. No, you’re lying, I don’t believe you.” Helion just stared at Lucien when he turned to him, amber eyes wide, mouth partly open.

“I’m not lying, Helion. I figured it out that day, and I’ve also had his mother confirm, but do not ask me how. You can see why Beron hated him the most now.” Lucien was severely done with them taking but still not explaining anything to him.

“Confirm what! What are you fucking talking about?” Rhysand looked at him, not even phased by his outburst.

“Beron is not your father, Lucien.” No. No. They were lying. When he looked at Feyre, when he looked at his friend, she gave him a small nod. He looked back at the male beside him, the male who seemed to be shocked into silence by the situation.

As if Lucien’s life couldn’t get anymore fucked.

It had been months since that day. Feyre told them again that she wouldn’t say how she’d been in contact with his mother, and Lucien didn’t want her to tell him anything anyway, no matter how much he wished to find out so he could see how she was. To talk to her himself. It would put her at risk, and Lucien wouldn’t allow that. And he knew now that Helion wouldn’t either. His father. The High Lord of Day was his father. Lucien was the sole heir to the Day Court. Helion had been nothing but welcoming in the time sincerely but he never pushed. Said that it didn’t have to mean anything, if it wasn’t what he wanted. Lucien had been a little confused with his wants at first, but had decided that he wanted them to acknowledge it. Wanted them to get to know each other.

Helion asked him a few weeks ago to stay with him. They didn’t have to be in the same building, that Lucien could stay wherever he liked in the Day Court, but he did want him to stay. Lucien had found he couldn’t refuse. Jurian and Vassa had been angry with him, saying that he was just abandoning them, that clearly he’d only used them. He had tried to explain that he’d just found the one who had actually fathered him. That he wanted them to have some kind of relationship, something that was robbed from the both of them. The two wouldn’t hear it, and told him to leave. So he went. They had each been closer to each other than they ever had with Lucien anyway.

That was how he was here now, standing in the garden of the small townhouse his father had found for him, the male in question standing across from him. Helion was standing in the early morning rays, arms at his sides, golden crown absent and spouting words Lucien never thought he’d hear in his life. “You want to do what?” Lucien said, still wondering if this was something that was actually happening. Helion sighed, rubbing both hands over his face for a moment, before pulling them away.

“I know that it’s not even been that long since we’ve found out the truth. And I know I don’t have the right to ask anything of you, but I think this could be the biggest step towards allying the courts together.” Lucien could see the frustration on his face, knowing that he struggled to ask this.

“You want me to marry the High Lord of Summer?”

“Yes.”

“Does he know that you want to do this?” Helion moved closer to him a little.

“I proposed a marriage alliance to Tarquin, but I didn’t say who. He agreed after a lengthy discussion, but only if who I chose wanted it. You know I haven’t formally announced that you are my son yet, and this would mean I’d have to.” Lucien folded his arms across his chest, suddenly self conscious.

“And you don’t want to announce it?”

“No.” Lucien stopped, hands tightening where they rested on his biceps. Helion, suddenly realising what he’d said, scrambled to backtrack. “Gods, I meant yes. Yes I want to tell them all I have a son. I just weren’t sure if you were ready for that.” His father let out an unsteady breath, meeting Lucien’s eyes for a second before looking away, only two repeat that over and over. “You don’t have to do this, but having my son marrying into another court makes the alliance stronger than if I were to pick out anyone else.” Lucien understood. And he understood wanting all of the courts to get along. It would mean they could truly live in peace, something they had all hoped for.

“I’ll do it.” Helion’s head shot up, disbelief written across his face.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I really thought you were going to say no, probably yell at me or something.” Lucien’s brows furrowed, a red lock of hair falling in front of his face.

“Why would I do that?” Helion sighed, almost exasperated. Though Lucien noticed he didn’t hold tension in his shoulders anymore, seemed more relaxed and at ease now that Lucien had answered him.

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was using you. Also, I didn’t even ask. Do you like males? That should have been a question right? I mean, I just assumed, I shouldn’t have.” His father was rambling, and Lucien chuckled.

“Yes, I like males. And Tarquin is a good male, a good High Lord. It might not end in love but, I might get a friendship out of it.” Lucien smiled, a full grin, teeth showing. It was something he realised he hadn’t done in a long, long time. Suddenly the breath was sucked out of him, and strong arms wrapped around his body. It took a moment, but Lucien returned the gesture, hugging him back. Helion was taller than him, and nearly pulled him off of his feet.

“I’m sorry. Sorry for asking. I should have found another way.”

“It’s alright. I think this might be good for me. I had Tamlin and we both know how that ended. I didn’t fit, at the Night Court, not like they do. And Jurian and Vassa...well, I told you what happened. Maybe I’ll find a home with Tarquin.” Helion pulled back, holding his shoulders, a soft smile on his face.

“You may not think it, but you fit here. I never got to be there before, and part of me is glad because the not knowing kept you and your mother safe, but I’m here now. I want to be your father.”

“Thank you.” They decided to continue walking through the garden then. Mostly in companionable silence, occasionally asking the odd question here and there. Lucien was getting lost in his own thoughts. He wondered whether Tarquin would be okay that it was Lucien he was marrying. If they’d be able to make some kind of happy life together. The few times he’d seen him before, Lucien could admit he was attracted to him. It was easy to make conversation with Tarquin, to find common interests. There was the chance it would never turn romantic and Lucien would be okay with that, but at least he’d have a companion to live his life with.

Maybe this was his chance to get his own happy ending.

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Well there it is. The beginning. You’ll see Tarquin next time I promise but I just wanted to give you something to see if you were going to like the story or not. Please be respectful, I’m tired of the ship wars. I want this to be a safe place for me to post the ideas that I have.

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[rosenecklaces]

I feel that person doesn't know that gwynriels and eluciens pettiness is VERY big, you think gwynriel being popular is because is a great ship? LOL obviously not, this people saw a woman talking to azriel and decided their mates (they decided before acosf was fully out mind you and the BC didn't existed yet so what is their excuse) and what did they did when people calling them crazy? MASSIVE bullying, harassment to artists and any big acotar blog/website who just accepted elriel or even ELAIN was automatically flooded by gwynriels mad they still liked the obvious couple who they had been liking since book two... like I was not even into the fanbase when acosf came out and hell break loose but even as casual reader I saw clearly what gwynriels where doing (and eluciens gladly backing them up cause of course)

Not to mention the "elain is evil, elain should die" sentiment they still believe and spread to this day, also tamlin x elain is their fault.

Look at the elain week that happened recently for example! The OFFICIAL elain week/month is on September, it was planned not only by an elriel shipper but an elucien one and even a third admin who was more of a casual reader, and guess what happened? That's right, for some reason and elucien and gwynriel decided to make it early because it wanted to do their own week for her (a lie, they saw elriel art/scenes was permitted along with elucien) lord and behold the op managing that week has big elriels accounts blocked and didn't reblogged or showed at all content who implied azriel precense in elain's art/edits/fics etc

Also imagine the fucking DRAMA it would cause if an elriel person did a gwynriel/gwyn week.... lets not pretend last elain week was anything but normal and heavily elucien/lucien stans integrated lol

I'm not even going to touch on the fact gwynriel is a crackship and their stans where born to play the victim considering how they have to defend 24/7 their horrible theories (including and not limited to the pliant bones) and the fact that gwyn SA is not a big deal and somehow sexy how azriel "rescued her" but well, we can talk about that for days....

Hi Nike! I just wanted to inform you and every Elriels out there that some people in this fandom are "preparing" too for May aka Elriel month. Heard from friend of a friend that there's clearly a bait, so it's better if Elriels knew first hand especially those on twitter so they would not spare these people their precious time. Some people hated the sudden uprise of new readers and artist loving Elriel .

I wished these people are mature enough and know how to respect people in this fandom who just wanted to enjoy/celebrate a ship, but they won't. They're in too deep in "winning" and messing with Elriels. That's all I could say for now. I still don't know if they will push this but heard it's most likely 90% to happen that they'll release everything left and right during the month and just to taunt and bait. They prepared for this. All those money for being so petty.

Early cheers to Elriel month, let's be unbothered.

Goodness. Still?

I mean our stuff is going to be awesome so I’m not too worried.

If they want to spend money and put in the effort and the time into something silly and contrary it’s their problem.

[feysandfeels]

Top five plot points, character developments or literally anything you would change about the acotar series?

Boy my sister and I discuss this daily. I have my changes ready for you to take home so lets do it.

Top five plot points, character developments or literally anything you would change about the acotar series:

I would have made Feyre stay at the Spring Court at the beginning of ACOWAR for six solid months. SIX MOTHS! Something that takes me out of the story is the fact that everybody and their mothers are like "oh noooooo it's been so long Feyre has been gone for weeks now and oh nooo" and I'm like.. dudes it was four solid weeks. In my mind I always change the time of the whole thing. Six Months to bring Tamtam down, six months of worry because she is being drugged slowly, six months without her mate when they are recently mated, six months playing the game. That's how we up the stakes. But for a month?? nah.

It kinda bothered me that for the better part of ACOSF we got updates on Feyre's pregnancy through Rhys... like I missed my girl and sure Feyre and Nesta were not speaking so I understand why we did not see her a lot. But I think it would have been better for the plot to have Cassian hang out with her a tad more and through those interaction. ALSO RELEASE THE FEYSAND CHAPTERS YOU COWARD RELEASE THEM .

During ACOTAR I would have made UtM darker and I would have made Feyre see the horrors for a night or two and then Rhysand starts to drug her. I want a darker ambiance. Not the glamorous debauchery of The Cruel Prince, but something dark and frightening and alluring.

I don't want to offend anybody’s sensibilities but if you have been here long enough and I mean long enough you know that E/riel started as nothing but a crackship. When people ship Lucien and Vassa, that's literally how the other one started. I remember the first post that was like "lol guys what about this?" but it was nothing but a crackship. So like I would have developed their relationship as a friendship because that's how they are golden. In ACOFAS I would have been like "THEY ARE FRIENDS". Because lets be real, in ACOWAR they are not romantically coded really... it was more like "here have my dagger" "yes I'll rescue you... because like i'm the only one who can *points at Cass* he is dying and we need him *points at Rhys*" "here have your dagger back" [silence]. This ship started literally as fan concoction. Lucien and Feyre had more grounds to be a ship in ACOTAR than Elain and Az do in ACOWAR.

I would change the name of the Puca... that's not scary I can't be scared of something that is named like this cartoon .

Bonuuuus:

Again with the pregnancy. I get why Feyre's stance on it changed through ACOFAS. After a war after watching Rhys die I understand why she did a 180 on having babies right now. But still I would have loved for them to be a couple alone for a little longer. I mean it's not the end Nyx will move out eventually and they will get their time.. but I wouldn't have minded another two books without a baby.

Also I am not putting the death pact here because I get it, they had both been scared to death.. and so far this is something that has not been simply dropped. Like Amren was like "you idiots" and I think that in the coming books it will continue to be an issue since they now have a kid... maybe a thing will be then realizing that they have to undo it. Like this was a mistake they made and was made on purpose for the plot so I'm seeing how it pans out

I'm also not adding the Mor and Az situation because I am waiting to see how it pans out. I'm sure Az knows.

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