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demonlovesangel · 2 years
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"Nikolai cut her a glance. She'd tied back her black hair with a dark blue ribbon. It was eminently practical, but it had the unfortunate effect of making him want to untie it."
- Chapter 3, Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo
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demonlovesangel · 2 years
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Elriel 💜 Az doesn't have shadows because with Elain he doesn't need them 😌
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demonlovesangel · 2 years
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Manorian because I love them 😀
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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Well said!
Elain is the only person that Azriel voluntarily seeks out.
I realised that in the span of 5 books, Azriel’s never sought out any company, except for Elain’s. Ever. 
He joins family gatherings, he volunteers for missions, he agrees to train (Feyre to fly, the priestesses to train), he comes to Solstice celebrations, he follows Mor and the gang to Rita’s. 
Yet, he never makes any moves to seek anyone’s company (he and Cassian live together, so they have conversations, but even in ACOSF it’s mentioned twice how Azriel wanted Cassian to be aware that he is at HoW, but did not come to talk). But he’s never shown to seek out Mor (his supposed love of 500 years) alone, or even his brothers, though obviously his relationship with Cassian is quite close. 
With Elain though…
“Would you like me to show you the garden?” 
Unprompted, he steps in himself, and whisks her away. Their first interaction after she’s been Made. Also, offers her his arm. Does he ever offer anyone his arm? Nope. Here, he actually seeks physical contact with her. 
“I am getting her back.” No explanation needed.
Comes over and offers her Truth-Teller himself. Then, “he gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary dagger into it.”
“And Azriel just moved…” (Twice. Feyre notices twice that Azriel moves on his own accord towards Elain. First, when she looks out the window on Solstice and he approaches her on his own. Then, when she is carrying the potato dish. 
Even without physical contact, all that looking out the windows–he is looking for her.
“What about Elain?” first thought when she was kidnapped.
“What happened to Elain?” first thought when he heard of hers and Nesta’s fight.
Elain, by contrast, is typically fairly passive. It’s Azriel who always makes moves towards her, and she is always, always receptive. Until…
until that Solstice, where she basically made every move. 
He wants her and yearns for her, yet he still struggles. 
She doesn’t. She knows what she wants. 
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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How does it feel to be an adult?
exhausting and everything is expensive
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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Why would SJM have written all that sexual tension between Elriel, the near kiss, Azriel being ready to beg on his knees to eat out Elain (lmao he's got it bad) if she wasn't planning to make anything happen between them?? Guys, Ms Sarah Janet wants Azriel to fuck. She wants Azriel smut. So much that she nearly included a threesome involving him in acosf that made no sense to the story and she took it out because she'd have to deal with the implications of it. She set up all the tension and conflict; Elain and Azriel are gonna get it on there is just no doubt about it, and with this new trilogy format of one couple per book, there would just never be enough time to switch love interest halfway through.
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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I LOVE IT.
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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 25
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Hello my lovelies. Here we are, Part 25. I seriously didn’t imagine that this fic would be 25 parts and yet, here we are. I’m still in shock. Thank you all for encouraging me to continue writing this. Your love keeps me going. 💕 
Just a couple of notes before we get into this. I felt that it was important to get Azriel’s perspective of the phone call with Hybern. So there is a bit of repetition in the beginning. 
I’ve also created a side blog for my writing. I am still using tags at the moment, but that is subject to change should the tagging system continue to cause issues. My plan is to only reblog fics and snippets on that blog (I’m still getting used to managing two and I may accidentally reblog things there). You can follow and subscribe to get better notifications than through tags. I am also in the process of getting an ao3 account set up. I’ll post that link once it’s ready. 
Side Blog: @tswaney17fics 
Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💙💜💚
If you do not wish to be tagged in my work because you no longer ship Elriel or just want to be removed in general, please let me know. No hard feelings. Hateful words will not be tolerated.
Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19**, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24
Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘
Trigger warnings: violence (graphic descriptions), sexual assault, language, NSFW
Word Count: 3,830
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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Elriel’s daughter 🌿
Art by me
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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Jesper: *comes home at 3 am*
Wylan, turning on a lamp: Where were you all night?
Jesper: With Kaz.
Kaz, turning on a second lamp: Want to try that again?
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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I'm begging you, PLEASE give us Azriel's pov of your most recent post.<3
In response to the previous short prompt:
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Elain's POV can be read here :)
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Azriel needed a drink.
It had been a long day, one where everyone had hounded him at work and every one he passed had been pissed off about something. After a while, all their negativity had worn him down.
After getting home, he had just sat down with a glass of whiskey, neat, before his phone chimed. With a sigh, he picked it up, thinking it was someone from work complaining about something, yet again, but the message that had come through on his phone was the last - the very last - thing he would've expected.
He was looking at Elain in nothing but the tiniest scrap of floral lace.
The text that went along with it read, Hey, Az. Doesn't this look delicious? Want to come over for a slice tomorrow?
His entire body had frozen.
He had completely forgotten how to move.
All thoughts had left his mind.
All but one.
Elain's breasts.
He'd be lying if he'd said he hadn't thought about what Elain looked like nude multiple times throughout their long time friendship, would be lying if he'd said that he'd never wanted to see.
But, now he was just flooded with confusion.
Did she look delicious?
Yes.
Did he want to go over for a slice?
Yes, whatever the hell that meant, he wanted it.
After a deep breath, he began to type...
What time? I-.
Delete.
Holy fuck Elain-.
Delete.
I have no idea what to say right now am I suppose to return the favor or-.
Definitely delete. A voluntary dick pic was definitely a douche move, Azriel thought.
He stared at his phone for a moment before finding the emoji with wide eyes and it's little eyebrows tossed into it's non-existent hairline and pressed send.
Then he groaned.
That was a horrible response.
He was trying to figure out something else, something better, to respond with when an absurdly long explanation came through along with a picture of a pie sitting on Elain's stovetop.
Well.
He was glad he didn't go with the dick pic.
He read her message a few more times before calming himself down and calling her up.
She answered just before it went to voicemail. She didn't say hi. Instead, she said, "I AM MORTIFIED."
"Mortified?" Azriel replied, trying to ease the tension. "Why? Your pie looked fine to me."
Elain groaned, which only made Azriel laugh and continue to pick on her, making light of the situation, until she was comforted and her embarrassment had died down.
If only just a little bit.
He promised he deleted the message, deleting the picture from his phone.
Not that it mattered.
The picture had been ingrained into his mind and he didn't think he'd be forgetting it any time soon.
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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Just a little rant.
Why the HELL do people from a certain ship feel the absolute NEED to let everyone else know their opinions? WHY?! I EXPLICITLY said to keep scrolling, but no. Of course not. They have to say "hey cute art but I disagree" or "I like this ship better".
I don't get it, I never engage, I never comment on other artists art unless I'm supportive and that's precisely the reason I stay away from ships or characters I don't like.
Just stop it. If an artist says "guys don't do this" then just don't. We do this for fun and because we love it, why would anyone want to mess with that? Just because we don't do what you want? Grow up.
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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Elain learns about Azriel's wingspan - Part 2
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This turned out way longer than I intended but I couldn't help it 😅😭
Just to clarify: I love this ship, I will probably ship them forever even if they don't end up together. I did this because I like them, because I've read a lot about Elain being too boring for Az or "being unable to take him" and... Well, a lot of things not worth mentioning here. And I don't think those things are true (at all).
If you don't like the ship, keep scrolling! That way everyone wins 😊.
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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I NEED MOOOREEE! It's so good and soooo funny!
I'm sure Azriel wanted to say "yeah, that looks delicious" lmao and especially if that made Elain feel nervous and shy about it.
Elriel prompt: Elaine accidentally sends her friend Azriel a nude 🌚
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."
Elain Archeron was not one to curse, but she couldn't stop the improper words from flowing out of her mouth.
How to unsend a text message.
How to make sure other person does not see text message.
How to keep a text message from reaching receiver.
She asked Siri all three questions within a minute's time, and came up short. No answers.
Elain believed she was having a panic attack.
The picture was not her on full display, but it was pretty damn close. Her breasts were bare, her floral panties hardly more than a mere scrap covering her sex. She gave the camera her most seductive look before snapping a picture in the mirror that morning before she had gotten dressed.
She was having a good morning. Feeling confident. Feeling sexy.
Now, she had meant to send Azriel, her best friend, a picture of the apple pie she had baked and just pulled out of the oven. Instead, she had sent the wrong picture, with a caption that read, Hey, Az. Doesn't this look delicious? Want to come over for a slice tomorrow?
She looked at the message.
It went from message delivered to read at 9:58 pm right before her eyes.
Elain stilled.
And waited.
The dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
And disappeared once more.
She was in the middle of typing, OH MY GOD THAT WAS NOT THE PICTURE I MEANT TO SENT I MEANT FOR YOU TO SEE MY PIE- when a message came through.
It was one emoji, the one where the little emoji's eyes are wide and its brows are raised.
Elain groaned and sent the picture of her apple pie with a long explanation, along with describing how completely mortified she was. The text conversation turned into a phone call, where Azriel picked on her until nearly midnight.
Elain was lying in her bed when she said, "Seriously, Az. Just...don't you ever tell anyone about this. This, by far, goes down as my most embarrassing moment of all time."
Azriel laughed, quietly. "I promise I won't tell a soul. I'm never going to let you live this down, but I won't tell anyone." Elain called him a jerk, and he laughed, once again. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, though. Trust me. There is...absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about."
Elain's cheeks heated at his underlying meaning, but she cleared her throat before saying, every so quietly, "Okay, good."
There was a moment of silence before Azriel teased, "So, how about that apple pie?"
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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So is reblog is also not permitted?
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That’s the difference. Reblogs are good! You promote the artist and their work.
At least for me repost is ok only in one condition: you asked permission and the artist said “yes”.
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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I completely get you. I'm not as good as you, and thank god I haven't been asked to draw things I don't like... But seeing mean comments on my posts? "Ship name" supremacy or that they don't like my ship or whatever? It's plain rude, they should keep their comments to themselves since they hurt and clearly don't mean anything good to us.
I never comment anything on posts that aren't what I ship or like, ever, because I know how the artist would feel, why can't people be more sensitive?
I know it hurts you and I completely get it... I wish it wasn't like that and I hope in the near future all of this ends. Just want you to know I get it and I'm there if you ever need it.
I understand and I care.
i find it ironic that you would say you’d only draw gwynriel if they became canon yet you drew tarquin and gwyn and said you’d draw vassa and lucien. im not saying you should draw gwynriel but just admit you dont want to draw them because you ship elriel.
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These are going to be the first and last rude comments I respond to on this blog. After this I will be turning anonymous asks off permanently due to the fact that I simply do not need the negativity. If you would like to further discuss this topic, either come off of anon or message me.
Let me make this as clear as possible.
I drew Gwyn and Tarquin because I ship them. I will draw Vassa and Lucien because I ship them. I often draw Elain and Azriel because I ship them.
I currently do not ship Gwyn and Azriel. That is why I have not drawn them. I thought this was pretty clear. I do not hate the ship. I do not hate the characters. I simply do not ship them, and that is okay. If, in the future, Gwyn and Azriel become canon, I’m sure the author will get me on board with the ship. I’m sure she will make me love them together. Thus, I will draw them. But I have no plans to do that as of right now. Because I do not ship them, and that is okay.
I do not owe anyone anything. I am literally just a person who likes to draw book characters. That’s it. I do this because I like it and I like making others happy. What I do not like is whenever people are rude or act like I, as an artist, owe it to them to draw something. This is my account, I will draw whatever I want.
I started this account in February of this year. In 4 months I have dealt with more hatred than I have in my entire life. I never realized people could be so cruel over fictional characters. People regularly leave cruel comments on my art. People have told me to kill myself. People have written essays about me as a person, someone they have never met nor even had a conversation with, because of what I choose to draw. Sometimes I get so sick and overwhelmed I will just lay in bed all day. And I only started this account 4 months ago. I only have 1.5k followers on Instagram. I cannot even begin to imagine what larger accounts deal with.
I’m just tired. I am so tired of the negativity. I am so tired of people acting like I am some horrible person because of what I draw. I am so tired of people making horrible assumptions about my character. I am literally just a person who likes drawing and sharing my art.
I really do not know what else to add to this. I doubt anyone will even care. I’m just tired of everything. I am going to keep drawing whatever I want. If anyone doesn’t like it, just keep scrolling.
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demonlovesangel · 3 years
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I've been saying this since Manon appeared out of nowhere to save him 😭😭😭 my OTP! I love them so so so much.
on manorian
as some of you might know, I‘m a sucker for the mate trope and throne of glass is a little more subtle here than acotar. we got rowaelin, obviously carrying that trope on their back. and then there‘s lorcan in that illusion telling fake-elide he thinks she might be his mate. this proves to me, like in acotar, mates are not just a fae-thing, but that while lorcan is demi-fae and elide is human, they still have this pull between them that proves they‘re more than “just” lovers. now, let me show you why in my little head, manon and dorian are mates as well. not sure if this has ever been confirmed by anyone, but it is real in my head, so here we go
mates are a thing for the witches, too
“The Crochans […] had adopted the Fae habit of selecting mates — if not a true mating bond, then in spirit.”
manon‘s parents were mates and her father refused an arranged marriage to be with his true mate; and I think it‘s really interesting how the mating bond is literally defined by musical terms in the sjm universe, as has been pointed out several times by awesome people in the fandom already, and this is just another example
“A young witch was chosen for him specifically. But he did not love her — not with your mother as his true mate, the song of his soul.”
queen of shadows
while dorian was wearing the collar, manon was the first one to manage to get him out and fight the valg prince inside of him — which is interesting because they had absolutely no emotional connection whatsoever, and so it makes you think, why her?
Every step closer made her unbound hair shimmer like moonlight on water. But the demon began scrambling away as the sun lit up her eyes. Not too close, it said. Do not let the witchling too close. The eyes of the Valg kings —
“Hello, princeling,” she said, her voice bedroom-soft and full of glorious death. “Hello, witchling,” he said. And the words were his own. For a moment he was so stunned that he blinked. He blinked. The demon inside of him recoiled, clawing at the walls of his mind.
manon is so intrigued by dorian that she visits him in the end to check on him — something is pulling her to him and she feels already like something has changed; and he remembers her name — he can‘t remember anything from that time, but she sticks out
He could barely remember what had happened while he‘d worn that collar. He‘d turned twenty — and had no recollection of it. […] There was a massive shadow perched atop it. Dorian froze. Not a shadow, but a giant beast, its claws gripping the wall, its wings tucked into its body, shimmering faintly in the glow of the full moon. Shimmering like the white hair of the rider atop it. Even from the distance, he knew she was staring right at him […]. And through the darkness of his memories, through the pain and despair and terror he‘d tried to forget, a name echoed in his head.
She didn‘t know why she‘d bothered to go; why she‘d been curious. But there had been the prince, no collar to be seen around his neck. […] Changing winds — a changing world. Perhaps a changing Thirteen, too. And herself.
empire of storms
when manon and dorian meet again, instead of killing him, she tells him to flee and something ancient inside of her awakes
Face-to-face, Dorian panted as he stared down at her and breathed, “Hello, witchling.” Some ancient, predatory part of her awoke at the half smile. It sat up, cocking its ears toward him. Not a whiff of fear. Interesting. Manon purred back, “Hello, princeling.”
dorian returns the favor later, saving her impulsively + instinctively and without giving it a special thought
Dorian didn‘t feel like mentioning he‘d been the one who‘d jumped into the water. He‘d just … acted, as Manon had acted when she‘d saved him in his tower.
manon tells abraxos to find somewhere safe, and so the wyvern does
His magic felt it before he did. A sense of awareness, of warning and awakening. […] The wyvern completed its circle, sweeping lower this time, readying to land as near the boat as possible. Not to attack … but for help.
kingdom of ash
manon and dorian have a deep understanding for each other and can see the other like nobody else can or dares to
“If you find so little value in your existence that it compels you to trust this thing, then by all means, bring her along.” A challenge to look not toward Morath or the spider, but inward. She saw exactly what gnawed on his empty chest, if only because a similar beast gnawed on her own.
He wondered if the Thirteen could ever see it — that hint of self-loathing that sometimes flickered across her face.
Only with her did he not need to explain. Only with her did he not need to be a king, or anything but what he was. Only with her would there be no judgment for what‘d he done, who he‘d failed, what he might still have to do.
hear me out: as we saw in empire of storms, abraxos has a sense of awareness that tells him what is right and what isn‘t when it‘s about manon, he brought her to dorian because he knew she‘d be safe there. so when he returns from his little mission into the northern fang, and manon is restless, this happens:
It didn‘t stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn‘t. And it was the joy that sparked in her mount‘s eyes that told her.
mates are equals and dorian hints at wanting to shout it out into the world, to let everybody know they belong together 🥺🥺🥺
She would be his wife, his queen. She was already his equal, his match, his mirror in so many ways. And with their union, the world would know.
in conclusion: manon and dorian are mates and are destined to be together. now, where is the novella?
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