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secretbondsandloveconfessions · 2 years

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I don’t understand how people see gwynriel as a crackship. Sure, Elriel could be endgame—I still think there’s evidence for them too—but you can’t deny that gwynriel could be endgame as well.

If Azriel has described Elain’s smile as being “a thing of secret, lovely beauty” instead of Gwyn, I’m sure it would be used as Elriel evidence. So, why deny the sentence’s importance if what used as another ship?

#if you think it’s a crackship don’t interact #Azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #pro gwynriel

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trashforazriel · 1 month

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“Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon? You’re the new ribbon, Az” ~ 🦇📚

✨Gwynriel week day 5: domestic day✨ Commissioned by me, drawn by Venusfolk! We hope you like this entry a lot 🥰

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acosf #*acosf #a court of silver flames #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #venusfolk #my commission #*#gwynrielweeksofficial #gwynrielweeks2024

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moonshinexbooks · 26 days

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When SJM chose to point out this:

And then a few pages later in the same chapter she chose to point this out: (It is Gwyn’s breath)

I knew that Gwynriel was endgame.

#gwynriel #acotar #acosf #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn acosf #azriel spymaster #gwyneth x azriel #pro gwynriel #pro gwyneth berdara #pro azriel

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dimalry · 1 month

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Gwynriel week day 5: Domestic Life for @gwynrielweeksofficial

Yes I know I‘m very late.

Do NOT repost without credit!

IG: dimaalry

#gwynriel weeks 2024 #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #acosf #acotar #digital art #illustration

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freyjas-musings · 1 month

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For free day of @gwynrielweeksofficial

Gwynriel in the rain sharing a kiss .... I have wanted to do an art piece with rain for a bit now and obviously my first choice is my favourite @lucielart ... thank you for this gorgeous piece of art

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Characters belong to @sarahjmaas from ACOTAR series published by @bloomsburypublishing

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #pro gwynriel #gwyn acosf #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #azriel #post acosf #acosf theory #acotar fanart #gwynrielweeks2024

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bearbluebooks · 1 month

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A commission for a Court of Whispered Melodies made by @lucielart

I am so excited to finally share this commission made by the super talented @lucielart. Be sure to check her out on Instagram!

For day 7 @gwynrielweeksofficial - healing

The vision for the piece was inner calm, rest, peace.

I believe they will be each other’s safe spaces through their mutual understanding of hurt and trauma. Azriel will be finally able to breathe and lay down his head to rest as Gwyn watches over him. Azriel will help her realize her own strength and resilience.

I can’t wait to explore this theme and their journey in the fic. Read the first three chapters on AO3.

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn acosf #acotar fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #a court of silver flames #acotar art #Gwynriel art

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 14 days

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Rhysand, talking to Az telepathically: Ask her something!

Azriel: How are you feeling?

Gwyn: Fine.

Rhysand, talking to Az telepathically: Something personal!

Azriel: At what age did you get your first period?

Rhysand, talking to Az telepathically: Too personal.

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tpcanvas · 2 months

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Az and Gwyn being cozy after their training session🩵

DAY 5: Domestic Life 🩵

#GWYNRIELWEEK2024

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#acosf #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #digital fanart #gwynriel fanart #acotar #gwyn berdara fanart #gwynriel week 2024 #gwynriel week #cozy #pro gwynriel #Instagram

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gwynrielweeksofficial · 2 months

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Can we all just... sit here and appreciate this first kiss art by @/that_starborn_fae on Instagram?!?!

HAPPY GWYNRIEL WEEKS, INDEED!

Visit the art here!

Visit and follow the artist here!

Reblogs okay with artist credit.

#gwynriel #gwynriel weeks 2024 #gwynriel weeks #gwynriel week 2024 #gwynriel week #gwynriel supremacy #fanart #gwynriel fanart #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x az #az x gwyn #gwyneth berdara #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acosf #sjm #sarah j maas

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secretbondsandloveconfessions · 2 years

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26 Days ‘Til You: A Gwynriel Fanfic

Read it on ao3:

Summary:

“Gwyn let out a deep breath and brought a hand to her beating chest. She smiled at Emerie and Nesta and memorized their faces. She wanted to remember every single thing about this, about how she decided to do this so that later, after it was all over, and Azriel had her ring on his left hand, she could tell him the story. And he would listen, just as he always did, with his unbridled attention and the dimples popping out of his flushed cheeks.”

Or:

After a sudden realization that she and Azriel haven't completed an important milestone, Gwyn takes matters into her own hands.

Chapter One

Funnily enough, it wasn’t even meant to be a big question.

It was Ananke who had asked her. Ananke. Sweet, timid, and unassuming Ananke who’d casually posed the question while they rested near the water troughs. Gwyn had blinked at her, dumbfounded by the Priestess’ sudden interest, before she had stuttered and expressed her uncertainty on the matter. She’d abandoned Ananke after that, worrying that she’d ask another thing that Gwyn wouldn’t have the answer to.

Yet, she couldn't exactly say it was an unfair question. On the contrary, in fact, the more she considered it the more surprised she became that nobody had asked her already, that she hadn’t grilled herself on the matter either. After all, she and Azriel had been together for six years now, and even in the eyes of the fae, that was a long time.

Ever since that day, the question had been stuck in her mind, lingering lower every time she saw or thought about him, which was often, considering that she lived with him. And slept with him. And took all of her meals with him. All it did was leave her preoccupied and unfocused.

Azriel, of course, noticed this and had repeatedly asked her if she was alright, and she hadn’t had the heart to ask him. They’d both had long days, and she still hadn’t thought of an answer to Ananke’s behemoth of a question. So, she had lied and told her paramour that her research was simply weighing heavily on her mind. She wasn’t sure if he had believed her, but he hadn’t pushed. He only kissed her bare, freckled shoulder and ran her a warm bath in the hopes that he could take her mind off of it.

It was one of the things she loved about Azriel. Through everything, he had always been patient with her, and this week was no different. He likely knew that she’d come to him when she was ready and would wait until that moment happened.

And thank the Mother for that because she really needed to talk to her sisters first. “I’ll admit it,” Nesta answered. “Maybe it’s because I grew up human, but I’ve been starting to wonder about this too.”

Gwyn frowned at that. She wished that her sister had expressed her sentiments earlier. At least so that she wouldn’t feel so blindsided.

"You and Cassian were together for what, a few months before you had the mating bond blessed, right?” Emerie asked.

Nesta nodded. “A few months more if you count the sex.”

“Well, even with that, it’s still better than Gwyn, who’s six years going on sixty.”

Gwyn flushed at that. “It won’t take that long,” she chastised, then retracted. It had taken a lot of work to get them together, both on Azriel’s end and her own, and it seemed that every other milestone they’d had shared had followed that same pattern, only differing in the fact that they had grown together instead of apart. “Right?”

“I certainly hope it doesn’t take sixty years. But, you have to admit, Gwyn, neither of you seem to be rushing anything.”

“We’ve never had a need to,” she explained. “The Wars ravaged everything. We hardly had time in the first years to recognize anything, let alone an engagement or ceremony. And after? It was just nice to be with each other, to be able to breathe without the threat of losing the other.”

“And what about now?”

They’d forgotten the ecstasy of new love years ago and had fallen into a pattern of comfort. It wasn’t a bad thing–there was a certain kind of bliss in waking up to him every morning–but it had gone on for a long time now. Every day seemed to blend seamlessly into the next, with weeks becoming months, and months becoming years. And now they were practically married already despite the fact that they weren’t even engaged.

“I’m ready for it now,” she said. “And while I haven’t asked him, he feels the same. I know he does.”

Engagement or not, there was no way they’d part anytime soon. Or ever, she hoped.

“So, he hasn’t said anything at all? He hasn’t hinted about anything…?”

“Not really,” she answered. “Although, he’s never been much of a talker.”

“You don’t have to tell us that,” Nesta snorted.

Gwyn wanted to frown at Nesta, to tell her off for making fun of him, but she let it slide. She didn’t think anyone outside of them could truly understand. So he didn’t shower her with compliments like Rhysand did to Feyre, nor was he constantly giving his physical affection as Cassian did with Nesta, but it didn’t upset her. He showed his love in the tea he made her every morning, in the way that he listened to her talk for hours about nothing in particular, and in the thoughtful trinkets he brought her whenever he had a mission across the oceans. He was a quiet lover, but a lover nonetheless.

And that was something that Gwyn never wanted to change.

"I love Az, and may be his adoptive sister-in-law, but maybe he should get a move on,” Nesta continued, and this time Gwyn had nothing to say. How had she missed this? How had she let so much time fly before reaching this milestone? How had he?

Unless he had been thinking about it and decided differently. The sharp knife of uncertainty sliced through her. “Do you reckon that he doesn’t want to get married?”

Nesta gave her a pensieve look. “It's certainly possible. There are plenty of males who I’m sure find the notion to be unpleasant, stifling even. Just like you said earlier, perhaps he’s just satisfied with the life you two lead now.”

“Has Cassian ever mentioned Az talking to him about this?”

“Not that I know of, but I don’t know if Cass would tell me if he did, especially considering my proximity to you.”

“Again,” Emerie pointed out. “He’s not a talker, so whatever conversations he may or might not have had would have been few and far between. Not to mention easy to hide. So, I’d focus on what you think, Gwyn, instead of on potential hearsay.”

“I mean, I thought he would want to, but Mother Above, it’s been so long that it’s starting to make me wonder. Yet, he’s never said that he didn’t want to.”

No, he spoke about their future with when instead of if and fully answered questions from his mother whenever she said anything about their relationship. Moreover, he knew of her wanting to get married–she’d told him years ago that it was something she wanted eventually–and Azriel was not one to forget.

He wanted to get married, she concluded almost as quickly as she denied it originally. The facts simply weren’t there to say that he didn’t.

“Maybe, he’s too nervous to ask,” Gwyn decided.

She’d meant it to be lighthearted, but the way Nesta looked at her proved that it may be the correct answer.

"Imagine that: The infamous shadowsinger, spymaster, Carynthian, and royal torturer of the night court doesn’t have the balls to drop to one knee," Emerie commented.

Gwyn smiled, but it wasn't true to her emotion. She knew that he hated that last title, that dark, evil being he had to become whenever his court needed him, but that wasn't for her to tell. Regardless, she chirped back to her friend. "You, Emerie, have no room to talk. You and Mor have been dancing around each other for—"

"You shut your mouth!" She hissed, throwing a pillow at her. Gwyn laughed as Emerie crossed her arms. "You know it’s more complicated than that.”

“Is it?” She said back, tossing the pillow back and laughing at Emerie’s indignation. “Em, you become a chatterbox every time she enters the room. And let’s not forget the last Starfall when she practically undressed you with her eyes. Everyone noticed. And I mean everyone.”

“It’s different,” she still insisted. “There’s not a norm for who makes the first move.”

“That’s bullshit,” Nesta chimed in. “You’re a coward. You don’t need a male to make the first move. That’s just a cop-out.”

“Az didn’t make the first move in our relationship,” Gwyn added. It was Gwyn herself who had placed her hands on the sides of Azriel’s face and pulled him down for a kiss. Knowing his history with Mor and then Elain, she knew how unlikely it was for him to make a move and just how necessary it was for her.

"Wait, why don't you do it then?" Emerie asked.

"Pardon?"

"He clearly doesn't have the balls to do it, so why don't you drop to one knee?"

The room stilled as Emerie’s voice died in the echoes, as if there was a pure, undeniable truth to what she said. Emerie raised an arched eyebrow at her, and she wasn’t quite sure if her sister was being serious or if she had said it just to change the topic of conversation, but Nesta turned to look at her too.

Gwyn opened her mouth to respond but quickly found that she had nothing to say. At first, she dismissed the idea, thinking that such an action would be inappropriate. It was Azriel who should be asking for her hand in marriage instead of her, as he was the male of the relationship. That’s how it always had been, and that’s how it was supposed to be.

But when had she ever done things that she was supposed to do? She’d hardly ever listened to the High Priestess at Sangravah, she hadn’t listened to the soldiers that fateful day in Hybern even after they’d killed her sister, even after they repeatedly used her body. She definitely hadn’t listened to any of the Illyrians or Merrill when they’d insulted the reincarnation of the Valkyries. If she did what society expected her to do, she wouldn’t be where she was today. She wouldn’t be able to fight like she could or meet her beautiful adoptive sisters, nor would she have ever learned about the twenty-six worlds and the Trove that connected them together.

She wouldn’t have Azriel. And that was a fate she didn’t want to risk.

“...Do you mean that?” She asked Emerie carefully. Emerie shrugged. “I mean…didn’t you just say that you made the first move? Why not just do it again?”

How Emerie could be so casual about this, Gwyn didn’t know, but her own heartbeat was like war drums, and she felt like she was melting from the inside out, like they’d have to scrape her off of the floor the second they finished lunch. The answer was so simple–she didn’t have to wait for Azriel to muster up the courage if she could just ask him herself, but it seemed…wrong. Yet, somehow, so very right.

She turned to Nesta instead. “Can I really do that?”

“I don’t see a reason not to.”

Gwyn swallowed roughly then nodded. “Why didn’t I think of this before? Holy fucking Gods.”

It wasn’t often that she cursed outside of the bedroom, but she’d always believed there was a time and place. And this was certainly it.

“Should I do that?”

“It’s up to you, Berdara,” Nesta told her with a small, sincere smile. “I know that he’s crazy about you, and anyone would be foolish to think otherwise, so I think it’s worth considering. Perhaps the only factor is how you feel about him.”

“I think,” she started. No, she didn’t think, she knew. She felt the approval deep within her. “I want to do this. I want to propose to him.”

Gwyn let out a deep breath and brought a hand to her beating chest. She smiled at Emerie and Nesta and memorized their faces. She wanted to remember every single thing about this, about how she decided to do this so that later, after it was all over, and Azriel had her ring on his left hand, she could tell him the story. And he would listen, just as he always did, with his unbridled attention and the dimples popping out of his flushed cheeks.

I t was such a happy dream, Gwyn thought. So rich and sweet that she could almost taste it. But she knew all too well that with every dream came the burden of reality, and there was one, massive problem with the situation, one that made her grind her teeth and begin to rethink her decision, just on the sheer logistics of the proposal itself.

How could she ever pull this off without him knowing?

#Azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #azriel x gwyn #azriel x gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azwyn #cassian #nesta archeron #emerie #fanfic #acosf #acotar

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lyyzismess · 1 month

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not tfota content but I wanted to show you that illustration of gwynriel 🌙✨ it was for the last day of gwynriel weeks and there is more to come 🫡

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn x azriel #azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #acosf #gwyn acosf #acomaf #acowar #digital art #artists on tumblr #digital drawing #digital illustration #digitalartwork

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velidewrites · 4 months

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Gwyn: I’m going to kick your ass

Azriel: I’d like to see you try

Gwyn: Friday. 6pm. The usual place

Azriel: Deal. Loser pays for dinner and drinks at Rita’s later

Cassian: Can’t you guys just ask each other out normally

#incorrect acotar quotes #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #pro gwyneth berdara #gwyn acotar #gwyn acosf #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acosf #a court of silver flames #acotar memes #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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azrielwingspan · 2 months

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A 'TEA' PARTY (AZRIEL X READER)

Summary : The prince of Montesere was a heartthrob with his exceptionally good looks and charismatic words. You were raving about him to the girls but Azriel was having none of it.

Warnings : Nooone

A/N: You guys have no idea how EXCITED I was to write this. This is definitely one of my favourites. Enjoy !

"And he said 'I'll make time for you. Always.' I DIED. LITERALLY DEAD DIED." You said waving your hands animatedly.

The girls oohed and aahed while clutching their drinks. Feyre pretended to swoon, Mor was holding a hand to her heart and Elain went starry eyed. Nesta remained stoic but you could see the hint of a smile gathering at the corner of her lips. You would bet a 100 marks that it was straight out of one of her romance books.

"What's going on ?" heads whipped to the door where Gwyn and Emerie stood holding more snacks.

"Just in time! Get over here. You guys are missing out on top secret information." Mor helped them out with the snacks, sharing a shy look with Emerie.

"The Prince of Montesere is what is going on." Nesta said, a sly smirk on her face.

"Ooo..I've heard he's quite the charmer." Gwyn piped in and everyone nodded their heads enthusiastically.

"We think he has a crush on Y/N." Elaine said making a stupid grin crawl onto your face.

"What the fuck? Details PLEASE." Emerie grabbed the bowl of popcorn placing it on her lap to share with Mor.

A rush of joy consumed you as you looked around the room. All the girls were finally taking some well deserved time off and you were glad that you could spend it with each other.

"Okay." leaning forward as you channeled your inner storyteller. "Sooo...let me just start off by saying he looks DIVINE. Dark hair, dark eyes and don't even get me started on his voice...UGH. I think my ovaries might have exploded."

"Wait hold on." Feyre carried a confused look on her face. "Are we talking about the Prince or our shadowsinger?"

Silence engulfed the room.

Someone snorted and the entire room descended into laughter. Your face heated up. From embarrassment or from laughing you weren't sure of.

"She definitely has a type alright." Nesta said setting off a new round of laughter.

"OKAY LISTEN IN MY DEFENSE---" you shouted over the chaos.

"Don't even try." Mor was clutching her stomach, slightly wincing at the pain.

"OKAY SHUSH. Y/N CONTINUE !" Gwyn came to the rescue and you shot her a grateful smile.

"Anyways as I was saying.." you shot a pointed look at the girls daring them to say something. All of them had shit eating grins on their face.

Emerie and Mor had already finished half the popcorn.

"He showed me around the city and took me to all his favorite spots. It was very---"

"Did you make out?" Emerie interrupted and the girls leaned forward their eyes twinkling in anticipation.

You were about to respond but your face had already betrayed you , turning a scarlet red. Elaine and Mor squealed , almost falling off their seats. Feyre had a wide eyed expression on her face, her drink long forgotten.

"You should have STARTED with that, you idiot !" Emerie shouted, an incredulous look on her face.

"OKAY SHUSH. The most important question. How was it?" Gwyn made everyone settle down again as she awaited your answer.

You'd just opened your mouth to respond when Nesta asked "How big?"

Spluttering in shock, you smacked Nesta's arm. "I didn't sleep with him!" You hissed in a whisper. "We just made out. He is a really good kisser. I'll give him that."

"Tell me what this male is bad at. Why aren't you with him already?" Elain asked taking a sip of her tea.

"Honestly, he's too good to be true but.."

"He isn't a certain someone." Feyre finished for you, eyes softening in understanding. You'd never told the girls about your infatuation with Azriel but they knew. Somehow, they just knew.

You didn't bother denying it and just shrugged nonchalantly. A wave of understanding passed through the room. Almost everyone had been in a similar position before. Sometimes your soul craved another's so violently, it made you blind to anyone else.

"Well..it was fun while it lasted." you said breaking the silence.

"For two days." Emerie laughed softly.

"You should tell Az---" Mor was interrupted by the opening of the door. Seven pairs of eyes focused on Azriel as he stood at the door , looking sheepish.

"Look who's hereeee." Feyre said playfully, a blush rising on Azriels cheeks as he bowed his head.

"Rhys wanted me to grab a book." he muttered softly, edging towards the wall and trying to ignore the six pairs of eyes with a mischievous twinkle in their eyes.

You were just utterly mortified. Did he hear everything?

I put up a sound barrier. Wouldn't want the Illyrian babies snooping around. Feyre's voice echoed in your mind.

You shot her a grateful smile which immediately fell as she shot you a wink. Oh no. She was upto something.

"Az, tell Rhys I'll be there as soon as Y/N finishes telling us about her Prince."

Both you and Azriel stiffened, his back still facing you. Emerie dissolved into a fit of laughter that she was trying to hide behind her palm. Nesta's eyes twinkled at the prospect of messing with Azriel.

"I can't believe you're going to be a princess, Y/N !" Elain played along. You swiped a hand across your throat repeatedly, indicating at them to cut it off.

"He basically professed his love to you already. I don't know what you're waiting for." Nesta said looking like she was ready to plan the imaginary wedding if she had to.

Azriels shadows were growing a little agitated, rapidly bouncing off bookshelves trying to find the damned book.

"If he had wings, I'm sure he would have the biggest---" Mor cut off , finishing her sentence by widening her eyes and looking down.

Emerie choked on her tea, making it go up her nose. Mor rapidly hit her on the back trying to help and stop laughing at the same time. In her urgency to move, she'd knocked over the tea pot spilling hot tea over Gwyn's leggings.

Gwyn stumbled out of her seat fanning her hands at her legs like it would help. Elain grabbed the jug of water and threw it on Gwyn's leggings soaking the carpet beneath her. Feyre who had been about to fill a glass with water for Emerie stared at her empty hand where the jug had been.

Nesta watched the entire scene unfold before her eyes with mild interest , sipping on her tea.

You just stared, absolutely and completely horrified by the turn of events.

A tendril of shadow made its way over to you and tucked a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes behind your ear. You shivered from the sudden coolness and turned your head towards Azriel.

Wearing a cool mask of indifference, he walked out of the room pretending like nothing ever happened.

A/N: AHHHH, this entire thing made me feel some type of way.

Please take a min to leave a comment and let me know if you liked it as much as I did !!

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freyjas-musings · 2 months

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Officially getting into the spirit of @gwynrielweeksofficial with this commission of mine by @Jae.sketch . This is the entry for the warrior prompt. I wanted to get an art work that captures the competitive yet playful side of Gywn and Az ...

Hope you guys like this one as much as I do 🤗

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Characters by @Sarah J Maas