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Vamren flirting

Varian: Are you taken

Amren: Ya for granted 

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Cassian: You know what bro?

Azriel: What bro?

Cassian: If I was a cat, I’d spend all nine lives with you bro

Azriel: …bro 😭

Cassian: bro 😭

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I wish I am able to get a nice body and do well in school ✨

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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The palace is not safe when the cottage is not happy.

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a list of soft, pretty words 🕊💐

astral (adj.) of, connected with, or resembling the stars. paradisaic (adj.) of or belonging to heaven or god. empyrean (adj.) belonging to or deriving from heaven. seraphic (adj.) characteristic of or resembling an angel. sublime (adj.) of such excellence, grandeur, or beauty as to inspire great admiration or awe. svelte (adj.) slender, graceful and elegant. (describing a person)

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Well if this doesn’t scream Elain than i don’t know what does…

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CRAVE (Elain x Azriel)

Synopsis:

After a tough week at the Steppes, Azriel finally returns home, much to his lover’s delight.

“Elain” he purred, peppering chaste kisses on her stomach. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he reached down to kiss her knees, his shadows feeling cold as they slithered up her torso. “You have no idea how much I crave you”... 

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Azriel stood by the foot of the bed, pressing his lips against the cool glass in his hands. He felt the faint tang of whisky on his tongue, swallowing the liquid in one fluid motion as it sizzled his nerves awake. 

There were very few things the Shadowsinger truly enjoyed the taste of, Cassian’s home cooked rabbit stews, malt liquor and lastly, his wife, who was sprawled beautifully in the bed before him, fast asleep.

Azriel had intended to let his lover coax him to slumber as soon as he returned home after a tough week at the Steppes, however the sight in front of him raised a different idea (among other things). 

Elain’s naked body lay cushioned in their marital bed, the silk sheets doing little to cover her modesty as it carelessly laced around her slender figure. Despite the darkness of the room, Azriel could see the outline of her creamy breasts, shaved apex and tender thighs which glistened with her arousal from when she had touched herself earlier that night. 

Feeling his loins stir awake with want, he set the glass down and climbed on the bed with her. The closer he went, the more he could scent her.

He traced her jaw lovingly, his calloused, unworthy hands trailing down her soft, porcelain skin.

“I cannot believe that you’re mine,” he whispered, his sensual touches stirring his lover awake. 

“Azriel – ” Elain could barely finish before he claimed her mouth with his own. 

Elain gasped into the kiss, shuddering at the feel of his rough Illyrian leathers against her sensitive skin. Her fingers tugged at his oynx hair before dancing down to the silky skin of his wings. 

Azriel growled, pinning her arms over her head with one hand while massaging her breast with the other. He trailed greedy kisses down her neck before settling for the soft mounds of her chest. He took the tender flesh between his teeth, nipping it ever so gently before licking over the small hurt.

Elain mewled, her back arching for more. “Az – ” she whimpered, “Please!” 

He smiled against her skin but pulled away, swiftly enough to escape her desperate clutch. A breathy chuckle left his lips when he saw her pout. 

“Eager, are we,” he taunted, his voice guttural as he undid his armour and pulled of his tunic. He eyed her naked body, loving the way she lay sprawled beneath him, her face flushed pink, thighs clenched together and eyes clouded with lust.  

He felt his member twitch at the sight of her heaving chest, her soft, flushed breasts bouncing up and down invitingly. He licked his lips, thinking of the cruel things he could do just to them. 

She looked so beautiful, so delicious.

Elain felt her breath hitch as he leaned down to kiss her again.

The Shadowsinger hissed at the feel of his lover’s pillowy breasts pressing against the hard planes on his chest. His hands ran up and down her arms before pinning them over her head suddenly. She whimpered into his mouth, feeling her wrists being fastened against the bed post. 

“Elain” he purred, peppering chaste kisses on her stomach. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he reached down to kiss her knees, his shadows feeling cold as they slithered up her torso. “You have no idea how much I crave you,”  he said and the dark mists clamped on her nipples. 

Elain squealed. 

“Crave me?” She questioned, her voice barely more than a whimper.

“Yess…” he hissed, parting her legs wide enough to settle himself between them.  He pressed wet kisses on her inner thigh, watching her squirm under his touch. He loved the way her body responded to him, loved the way she always begged and cried for more.

“Mio amore” he purred, gently nudging her clit with his tongue. “I crave you above anything else,” he leaned in, driving his middle finger into her weeping entrance. 

Elain lost herself in the pleasure, bucking her hips to meet his cunning fingers.

“Az – ” she whimpered, arching her back as he pushed another finger in her wet and wanting core. She looked down to find him staring up at her, his hazel eyes burning with desire. 

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt him spell his name on her clit with that wicked tongue of his, over and over again. 

“Mine” Azriel growled against her apex, nipping at the bundle of nerves, increasing the pace of his fingers. 

Elain could do little but hold on tight. She thrashed beneath his hold, her body quivered uncontrollably as she felt a familiar tug in the pit of her stomach. Her lover purred, feeling her hot, slick muscles clench around his digits. He curled his fingers, reaching for that one spot that always drove her over the edge. 

The seer gasped, her hips buckling involuntarily as she clawed the air

“That’s it my pet, ride my finger,” he hummed against her swollen jewel, his tongue sending jolts of electricity through her. 

Elain shuddered at his husband’s naughty words. She wrapped her legs around Azriel’s head and violently ground her hips against his face.

She screamed once she came, her body spasming with ecstasy as hot liquid shot out her core, coating her lover’s face, tongue, fingers and her thighs. Like a starved animal, Azriel drank her up, savouring her taste, her smell.

“So sweet” he murmured.  

He examined his fingers which glistened with his lover’s release. “Here,” he cooed, bringing his digits to Elain’s swollen lips. 

Elain moaned, taking his fingers into her mouth. She hummed, feeling the cool touch of the shadows whither away from her pert nipples. Her eyes felt heavy with exhaustion as she let her tongue swirl around his calloused skin. 

“See how good you taste,” he whispered, pulling the duvet over her naked figure.

“But what about you? Don’t you want me to do anything – ” Elain was cut off by a yawn. She didn’t even realise when she had closed her eyes. 

Azriel smiled. A rare sight that only loved ones would see. 

“There’s always tommorow,” he cooed, running his fingers through her golden locks, “Now, take some rest.” 

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A/N 

Hey everyone, 

I know that I haven’t been active for a while, but I’m back. That being said, I hope you enjoyed reading. 

- F

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Unpopular opinion: I don’t like Morrigan

So when we first met Morrigan in ACOMAF, I was pretty sure she was going to be one of my favorite characters. She seemed so kind and legit (plus my name is Morgan) so I was 10/10 prepared to love this chick.

You know how some characters you like, even though they have deep flaws or questionable characteristics? You want to see them grow or you can still just appreciate them– even if they’re not good people or you disagree with their choices.

By the time I finished ACOWAR, Mor was not like that for me. Out of all of SJM’s characters, she’s the only one I couldn’t care less about reading more of her story. It’s so disappointing in a way. 

Some reasons why I think that may be: 

*deep breath* 

I don’t like her personality; probably because she’s a big feeler and the majority of her reactions are emotionally driven (balance is good…)

I don’t like how she treats Nesta. Even if I understand why she would dislike of the woman, Nesta has never done anything to Mor personally, and yet Mor intentionally treats her badly (this goes back to point #1).

I don’t like how she is possessive of Cassian and Azriel. Not protective. Possessive. If you notice, all the little social situations where she puts herself between Cassian and Nesta, she does it in a way that makes Cassian have to choose her. Like, she can’t just redirect the situation, Mor has to have his attention for herself.

And finally….the big one…I abhor how she treats Azriel. She has contributed to his emotional abuse and insecurities for most of his life, and even though he has some responsibility in letting her have that power, Mor refuses to be honest with him. I think we can all agree, she doesn’t need to tell him about her sexuality in order to have an open conversation with him about where they stand. In ACOWAR, she mentions she’s had moments she’s pictured wanting a life with Az. But honey, it’s been hundreds of years and it’s abundantly clear you don’t want that.

(making this the last bullet point because I’m ranting now) It’s SO ironic to me her gift is Truth, but she doesn’t have integrity for herself or Azriel. We don’t really see her intentionally leading him on, per se, but because they are intensely close as confidants and friends, she has let him hope. She consciously hurts him by making it obvious she’d rather sleep with other people like Helion. What a bitch move. (And people say Nesta acts like a bitch….Mor is supposed to be exponentially older and wiser).

So maybe my irritation with her is a combination of my personal dislikes of certain personalities and, considering all this, I’m supposed to like and sympathize with her character as part of the inner circle. Idk. A lot of SJM’s characters are problematic and have major flaws but I love them regardless. I just wish SJM had made her more well-rounded and likable.

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Can I watch a great film knowing the actresses in it were terrorized and mistreated the entire time? Can I watch a football game knowing that the players are getting brain injuries right before my eyes? Can I listen to my favorite albums anymore knowing that the singers were all beating their wives in between studio sessions? Can I eat at the new fancy taco place knowing when the building that used to be there got bulldozed eight families got kicked out of their homes so they could be replaced with condos and a chain restaurant? Can I wear the affordable clothes I bought downtown that were probably assembled in a sweatshop with child labor? Can I eat quinoa? Can I eat this burger? Can I drink this bottled water? Can I buy a car and drive to work because I’m sick of taking an hour each way on the subway? Whose bones do I stand on? Whose bones am I standing on right now? 

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help him get his honey

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important PSA about when your car is smoking

like literally smoking from the engine

white and you smell pancakes? it’s the coolant. panic and pull over, but you’ll live

a slight blue tinge? it’s the oil. panic and pull over, but you’ll live

grey, looks like fire smoke? gasoline; the most combustable and dangerous. pull over and leave the vehicle, pray.

sharing because i didn’t know this when my car started smoking white yesterday and i was so afraid for my life.

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“His clothes had been formed from a single bolt of white fabric -not a robe, not a dress, but rather something in between, pleated and draped over his muscular body. A golden cuff of an upright serpent encircled one powerful bicep, offsetting his near-glowing dark skin, and a radiant crown of golden spikes -the rays of the sun, I realized- glistened atop his onyx hair. The sun personified. Powerful, lazy with grace, capable of kindness and wrath. Nearly as beautiful as Rhysand. And somehow-somehow colder than Kallias. […] But perhaps the physical power of him was the sleight of hand. For Helion’s other title was Spell-Clever, and his one thousand libraries were rumored to contain the knowledge of the world. Perhaps all that knowledge had made him too aware, too cold behind those bright eyes.” Helion, High Lord of the Day Court, from A Court of Wings and Ruin, by Sarah J. Maas.

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Why do you think that Cassian mother, didn't want to tell anyone about his father? Do you think it's because she didn't want his father--to find out that she beared a child? Unless shes not only trying to protect Cassian, but protecting her ex-lover(possibly first lover--which I imagine she was very young) from something that was far worse? I don't know--there's just so much questions, cuz there's only a few snippets here and there about his parents. But what do you think?

Readers do not know much about Cassian. All the most interesting moments from the Cassian’s past are to be learned in the next book. 

However, I strongly believe that Cassian’s mother loved both his father and the newborn son. 

She loved Cassian, and even now he remembers his mother with incredible tenderness. He does not remember her face, he has only fragmentary memories of her voice, and her gentle touch.

We don’t know much how society is organized in Illyria, but it seems that the most terrible offense for a woman is to allow herself to have sexual intercourse or other sexual act, when she is unmarried. So sexual intercourse before marriage is forbidden - that is my very guess. 

The bastards are the worst in Illyria. Azriel is also hated by his family as well as his mother, but the Lord at least accepted him as his son, while Cassian does not have a family.

Even though Cassian became one of the greatest warriors in Illyria, no one takes money from him, and no one accepts his kindness - so he asks Emerie not to tell anyone that he bought winter clothes for those in the camp, who really need her.I think that Cassian’s mother intentionally did not say the name of the warrior with whom she had spent the night. And I think that Cassian’s parents truly loved each other. Rather, they had reasons why they could not be together, and Cassian’s mother had to hide the name of the warrior who was Cassian’s father in order to save the child.

There is a possibility that Сassian’s father is alive, and we will learn about his origin in the next book.

I have already said that I believe that Cassian is the offspring of a noble family in Illyria, and perhaps very notable and powerful family. This could explain his amazing physical strength, and the number of magical stones.

Cassian, even after centuries, did not forgive those, who killed his mother. In anger and rage, he destroyed the whole village.

What is also interesting, Cassian was apparently born in a camp, which he destroyed later. What is even more interesting to me is the reason, why Devlon agreed to give a shelter to a bastard. They could have treated him terribly, I think that Devlon didn’t care if the boy died or survived under the difficult conditions of his camp, but he accepted Cassian in the Windhaven. 

And that’s saying something.

I also think that Cassian’s mother was quite young — about 18 to 20 years old.Another interesting fact, Cassian was called as the Lord of Bloodshed, and the Bonecarver told Cassian that he was the one, who awakened something, while Nesta was in the Claudron (we need to remember that her powers are associated with death and destruction).

Cassian possesses tremendous physical strength, he was even able to destroy the building in Adriata, which is why Rhysand did not want to take him to the meeting with the High Lords. 

But if Cassian is really Nesta’s mate, then there is a possibility that he also possesses hidden magical powers.

We do not know, what he saw under the library in Velaris, what kind of creature could frighten him so much or what kind of information could frighten him so much. I guess he could learn something about himself. And we also do not know, who was imprisoned by Cassian. 

Therefore, we definitely have a lot to learn.

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Hey! Love your Elriel writing so much!! For the drable prompt thing would you be up for either 48 or 51 for Elriel? Both of them would be so cute!!!! Keep up the amazing awesomeness!!!!!

48: we’ve become that clingy couple you used to complain about + 51: I’m your husband. It’s my job.

I hope you enjoy this! And thank you so much! I’m glad you think I do Elriel justice!

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The airport is filled to the brim with people, but the couples and families and friends that are saying goodbye and hello are still obvious. It reminds her of that last scene in Love Actually, the one in the airport with all of the people welcoming each other home - the one that always makes her cry like a baby.

It’s sort of what she feels like doing now.

Azriel stands next to her, one hand on the sleek black suitcase and the other playing with her hair as she leans into his side. It’s always felt right, leaning into him, like finding the perfect puzzle piece. Her head rests on his shoulder as she watches the crowds mill around. If she’s perfectly honest, she’d be content with just staying here for a little while longer: wrapped in Azriel’s embrace and enjoying the warmth that comes with his affection. But then the sign announces that he can now drop off his suitcase - and it means that Elain is going to have to say goodbye.

Not for forever, but it will feel like too long by the time he comes home.

He’s not even going that far. There’s a business conference in Paris that he has to attend in place of Rhys, who is busy taking time out to spend a well deserved holiday in his parents’ townhouse with Feyre and the new addition to their family: Isla. She’s happy for them, she truly is, but it also means she’s going to lose Azriel for a little while.

Elain has never been an incredibly needy person. Sure, she heavily relied on Feyre in their time of poverty - which she regrets every day - but she has never required constant attention to survive like so many others she knows. Perhaps marriage can change that about a person, especially when they’re so in love it can hurt to breath sometimes.

“Promise you’ll be back in a week. No extensions, no delayed flights.”

“Elain, I can’t exactly help delayed flights.” Az snorts, though he presses a soft kiss to her temple and murmurs into her hair, “but I promise I won’t be staying longer than I need to. It’s only a week, you’ll be fine.”

“I know, but it’s the first time we’ve spent any proper time away since we got married.” Elain mutters in return, tilting her head so that she can meet his gaze. Her teeth nibble at her bottom lip - and Azriel instinctively pulls her lip away from her teeth with his thumb. He always tells her it’s a bad habit. She always ignores him. After a moment of silence, of simply looking into each other’s eyes and contemplating the week ahead, Azriel dips his head and places his lips over her own. Azriel’s kisses have always felt like an embrace. Even when they’re more passionate, primal, uncontrolled, Elain finds comfort and security. His fingers dust across her cheek before cupping her face and tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He only pulls away when he knows she’ll be breathless. But she was breathless from the start, anyway.

“I’ve got to go now, okay?” A lock of hair is tucked behind her ear and another kiss is pressed to her forehead before he slowly pulls away. There’s a tiny amount of space, but it already feels like a gaping hole. “I love you, El.”

“I love you too.”

And then he’s walking away, and Elain almost forgets how to breathe.

He’s almost at the queue when Elain begins to run towards him, twisting and tilting as she avoids rolling suitcases and rushing people.

“Wait! Az!”

He turns just in time to catch her.

Elain’s legs wrap around his waist and her head immediately comes to bury in the crook of his neck. His warmth feels like a safety blanket. It always has done.

“You know,” he begins, his breathy laugh fluttering the fine hairs by her ear. “We’ve become that clingy couple you used to complain about.” The smile that stretches her cheeks is automatic, and she can’t help but press a quick kiss to the soft skin of his neck before pulling away to see his expression clearly. His thumbs run soothingly across the back of her thighs, and it still amazes her how he doesn’t even seem to tremble when he holds her weight.

“I know, but I’m happy, so who cares what others think.” There’s another moment of content silence before Elain presses her lips to his, quickly, softly. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.”

“Even when you’re in beautiful Paris surrounded by beautiful women and stunning scenery and expensive cakes?”

“Yes, Elain.” He laughs again. “Even then. I’m your husband. It’s my job to miss you - and to show you just exactly how much I missed you when I get home.”

“Does that mean-?”

“Yes.”

“Disney marathon?”

“Any movies you like.”

Elain grins as Azriel sets her back down on the floor softly and presses one last kiss to the corner of her lips. This time, she lets him leave without running into his arms again. After all, he’ll be back in a week, and then she’ll be able to fulfil her job as his wife and show him just how much she missed him.

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YOOOO s/o to @leggywillow for commissioning these ridiculous masterpieces off me, love ya friendo

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Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.