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kopfkino-o · 10 months

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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.

#Daughter of the Summer Sea fic #DOTSS fic #targwyn #targwyn fanfic #gwyn x tarquin #gwyneth berdara #tarquin #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar crackship month #acotar crackship #gwyn acotar #tarquin acotar #summer court #adriata #gwyn berdara

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aldbooks · 1 year

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Quick little drabble I hinted at the other day. It's unfinished but I wanted to share anyways. Mostly Gwynriel but with Elucien as well...

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Gwyn's face remained placid, a small smile tilting her mouth, even as her heart constricted in her chest as her gaze caught on the sight across the ballroom. Azriel stood next to a petite female with flowing curls that glinted gold in the faelight, brown eyes as wide as a doe and beauty that she had no doubt could bring kingdoms to their knees. His hazel eyes were dark and intense as he gazed down at her smiling shyly up at him, as pretty as the flowers woven into her hair.

Her hand reached up, idly twisting the delicate glass rose that hung from the chain around her neck. She'd known it was from him, though he'd never acknowledged it and she'd never brought it up. It hadn't been difficult to deduce. She only knew three people with the means to purchase such an expensive gift and two already had mates and would not buy such gifts for another female. As pretty as the necklace was though, she couldn't help feeling like it didn't quite fit her, like the gifter hadn't known her well enough to judge and had simply picked something that was objectively beautiful to be safe. After their brief interaction on the roof the night before the necklace had been delivered, she'd made a point of interacting with him more, to allow him to understand her better.

Watching him now, she felt the necklace was better suited to someone like the female he now offered up a small, rare smile to.

"She's beautiful isn't she?"

Gwyn flinched at the soft voice, not having noticed anyone approaching. It only took her a moment to recognize him, even though she'd never seen him before. Fiery red hair, a few shades lighter than her own, mismatched eyes, an elegant bearing and sharp features that were almost cruel in their beauty and made even more so by the wicked scar across his left eye. Lucien Vanserra, son of the High Lord of Autumn, emissary of the Night Court and mate to Nesta's younger sister, Elain- who he stared at with a sort of sad longing from across the room as she gave her smiles to another male.

Elain, the beauty who so enraptured the Shadowsinger... heaven above.

She glanced nervously between the male at her side and the pair across the room. Mated males were notorious for their aggression towards those they saw as encroaching on their territory. But Lucien showed no sign of attacking Azriel, or causing any sort of scene. Rather, he seemed almost resigned. As though he'd already conceded his claim on his mate even though, to her knowledge, the bond had not been rejected. Curious that he seemed so calm. She could not help but wonder at such restraint, he must be quite powerful.

He blinked then and glanced down at her, as though remembering he was not alone. A charmingly wry smile tilted his lips as he turned to her. "Forgive me such maudlin thoughts, my lady. We have not even been properly introduced."

He did not reach for her hand, which she was thankful for as he bowed respectfully, his posture courtly and perfect, every inch the High Lord's son he was. "Lucien Vanserra, emissary to the human lands, at your service."

She quirked a brow at the title, noting that he chose to mention his connection to the humans rather than the Night Court. Interesting to be sure. With a small smile in return, she dipped a short curtsey. "Gwyneth Berdara, priestess and Valkyrie. It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord."

Interest sparked in his russet colored eye as the mechanical one seemed to observe her more closely. "Valkyrie? How intriguing. The Valkyrie disappeared before I was born but I'd heard they were finally reemerging once more. It's an honor." He bowed his head in a gesture of respect that made her cheeks flush.

She'd heard of this male, even before she came to the Night Court. A few of the older priestesses at the temple had returned from Calanmai celebrations in Spring once, whispering and giggling about the handsome son of Autumn. The charming fox, they'd called him, for the mask he'd been forced to wear during Amarantha's curse. She could see why now as he smiled down at her, offering his hand.

"Would you care to dance, my lady? I should like to say I have danced with one of the legendary Valkyrie, and I doubt the bride is inclined to oblige me at present."

She glanced behind him to where Nesta and Cassian swayed on the dancefloor, entwined in each other's arms, oblivious to anything else around them. She smiled. Some internal safety mechanism warned her to flee. This was a male and males were not to be trusted. The voice was much fainter now than it had been two years ago, though. She'd made progress, more than she'd realized, and tonight, that felt like more than enough cause to celebrate. Even so, she took a moment to study him, to fully gauge his trustworthiness. He projected a mask of charm, but she sensed a familiarity, as though he felt the same loneliness that she had for so long.

He waited patiently for her answer, no judgment in his features. She got the impression that if she declined, he would not be insulted or angry. That he would understand. And before she knew it, her hand was in his.

"I should hate to disappoint, especially when the request is so cleverly aimed to flatter my pride."

He grinned, his smile becoming more genuine as he turned and carefully led her to the dance floor. The music was just transitioning to a new song and she noted with relief that it was a dance that did not require much touching beyond the occasional grasp or touch of hands as he guided her to a spot in line and took his place across from her among the other male dancers.

They bowed as the music began, and smoothly stepped closer and away, reaching out to touch hands as they pivoted on another in time with the music. He was an elegant dancer, well trained as was expected of the son of a High Lord. Gwyn had been trained in the temple on the more common fae dances, ones she might be expected to join at various celebrations. She was not a great dancer, certainly nowhere near as talented as Nesta, but she'd been blessed with the natural grace of both her grandmother's race and her grandfather's and they moved together well, weaving in and out of the other dancers as they exchanged smiles and small talk.

Despite the anxiety she'd felt when she'd first arrived at the mating ceremony, nervous to be away from the library after what had happened the last time she'd left it, she soon found herself laughing delightedly as the music sped up and their movements became faster and more frantic as the tried to keep up. Lucien grinned and laughed along with her and her heart relaxed it's painful grip, warming at the sense of camaraderie that bloomed between them like the beginnings of a new friendship.

Perhaps it would not be so bad to return to this world afterall...

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Elain's gaze suddenly snapped away from him, honing in on the crowded dance floor with precision, like it had been drawn there. Something shifted in her expression though he couldn't quite read it and he turned to follow her stare, feeling himself go wholly still. He noticed then that his shadows were writhing around him, seething and agitated as they watched two bright spots of color move together on the dancefloor.

Gwyn smiled brightly at whatever Lucien said, their hands raised before their faces and fingers brushing as they turned. Some mad, protective instinct rose up in him as he watched them dip and twirl, grin and laugh, he'd neer seen Gwyn so easy in the company of a male. She'd been wary of him when they'd first met, though not frightened as he'd come to expect of the other priestesses until they became used to him. Cassian had said she'd been uncertain with him at first as well, though Rhys's presence seemed to fluster her more than worry her. He'd seen the look on her face when other males were even mentioned, especially the Illyrians, and the way she'd held herself stiffly when she'd first arrived tonight, as though she was afraid for anyone to touch her. Yet here she was, allowing herself to be charmed by this male, dancing with him, and laughing at his words. A mated male, at that.

He turned to Elain, suddenly realizing he hadn't been much better, openly flirting with a mated female. Rhys would kill him if it led to an incident and for once, Azriel understood why his friend had been so adamant that he leave her be. Because this burning, roiling feeling in his gut as he watched them dance- the radiant flush of her skin and the luminescence of her eyes and- cauldron boil him, why did his chest feel so tight? Why was his skin aching like some savage beast lurked beneath the surface, scratching to be released. His shadows seemed to encourage this, snapping and hissing around him.

Several fae hurriedly backed away from the display, clearing the space surrounding them but Elain remained rooted to the spot beside him, her gaze fixed on the pair. Her face showed no emotion and she said not a word, but he could feel the tension radiating off of her. Jealousy shot through him, but not at her fixed expression as he expected. No, that emotion was aimed squarely at the red headed bastard who danced with his-

He froze, blinking in shock at both the vehemence of his thoughts and the words themselves. His. Gwyn wasn't hisanything- aside from being his trainee. Or maybe his friend? The very idea was absurd. Wasn't it?

Neither of them moved as they watched them spin and twirl and leap, grinning and laughing like they hadn't a care in the world, while they remained still as statues. Faintly, he recognized his siphons were glowing rhythmically and breathed deeply to reign in his emotions. The last thing he needed was to explode in the middle of a crowd of important guests. Around the room, he could see others watching the pair with interest. Nesta looked on the verge of tears- so did Cassian for that matter- as they watched Gwyn. Helion wore a wistful smile and even Eris had an unusually soft expression as he watched his brother.

Lucien's arm lifted high, spinning Gwyn beneath the arc and he could swear he heard her laughter float on the air to his ears like the sweetest music. His shadows purred in return before resuming their angry vigil. Both of them seemed to glow with some internal light. He wanted to throw something.

Beside him, Elain's eyes had gone distant, her features slack as he'd once seen them do when she was having a vision. He hadn't even known she'd still been having them, they hadn't been spoken of since the war. He wondered what she saw.

#gwynriel #elucien #i love the angst

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bethanydelleman · 10 months

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My friend saw both the 2005 and 1995 Pride and Prejudice and loved them. I now want to introduce my friend to the rest of Jane Austen, but realistically know that I'm going to have to do this through adaptations. What, in your opinion, is the best adaptation of each book to share with my friend?

I always go by most faithful to the novel. So for Pride & Prejudice I'd probably suggest 1995 or 1980, which are both pretty faithful. (I love 1967 but I might be a crazy person)

Sense & Sensibility I really need to watch the older mini series because I really dislike 2008. Their treatment of both Willoughby and Colonel Brandon make me unwilling to suggest it as a first watch. I'd go with the 1995 movie because the spirit of the story is very well preserved even with some changes. As for the older minis, ask @thatscarletflycatcher she's the expert.

Mansfield Park the only reasonable answer is the 1983 mini because neither movie is a good adaptation.

Northanger Abbey the 2007 movie for sure! The one from the 80s is only good for shits and giggles. Wish we had a mini.

Persuasion either the 1995 movie or the 1971 mini which in my opinion is sadly neglected. I think the 2007 movie is decent as well, with a hotter Wentworth, but the other two are more faithful

Emma... Emma is tricky. I am very partial to 2020, though it's a movie and Emma needs more room to breathe. The problem is I've watched both the 2009 and 1972 minis and i don't like them. 1972 adds a ton of non-book dialogue but it does have a perfect Harriet. 2009 is fairly faithful, but I don't like the false equivalent made between Jane, Emma, and Frank or the scene where Emma thanks her father for not sending her away (why in the world would he have? The dynamic is actually that he wants her with him forever). I also just found 2009 boring... As for the movies, I dislike Gwyneth Paltrow because it makes Emma too sweet and Kate Beckinsale because of the line they gave Knightley (you know the line!)

I guess I'll suggest 2020 as the movie adaptation and 2009 as the best mini.

(I hope I got all the years right on these things, forgive me if I'm a year or two off).

#jane austen #question response #adaptations

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sunshinebingo · 1 year

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@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 9 - Tropes

The Princess and the Knight

A/N: I dropped some classic tropes, Azriel and Gwyn in a bag. Shook it a few times, and this came out.

Tropes included: Damsel in distress, Love at first sight, Mutual pining/Idiots in love

Synopsis: Azriel rescues Gwyn from an evil sorcerer.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Deep in Oorid Forest, the Knight who had been riding for hours finally slowed to a stop near the sorcerer’s tower. Sir Azriel had made a vow; to protect the Princess. He would bring her back to the castle of Sangravah. When the evil Hybern had dared steal the Princess away from her home, Azriel had felt guilty for not being there to protect her. Then he had been filled with so much rage that he had not even listened to his Queen’s response before he was atop his white mare and riding straight into the forest to find the sorcerer’s tower.

After Azriel dismounted from the mare, he drew out his sword and smashed down the door with all his force. The scream of the Princess from the top of the tower turned his blood cold. He tightened his grip on his sword and ran up the winding staircase as fast as his feet could carry him. At the top of the tower, Princess Gwyneth thrashed as Hybern tried to place a gag in her mouth.

‘’Let me go,’’ the Princess screamed. The sorcerer had bound her hands and feet after Gwyn has kicked him so hard in the nose that blood was still running down his face and soaking his black robe. Using his magic, Hybern had managed to infiltrate her private quarters and transported them both to his dusty tower. But Gwyn was no fragile princess who would give up without a fight. Her mother would be proud of her. The Queen must have had already sent an army to her rescue. She just had to ensure that Hybern did not get a single drop of blood out of her. If he did, the sorcerer would be able to bind her life to his and make her his bride. The old man was even madder than she thought if he believed that Gwyn would let that happen.

‘’Be quiet Your Highness or -,’’ Hybern was tackled to the ground before he could complete his threat. Gwyn let out a sigh of relief at the realisation that this would all be over soon. She noticed that instead of an army, only one man had come to find her. Even with his big, heavy armour, Gwyn would recognise this man anywhere. She knew that this Knight was worth at least 10 others. She watched as the Knight raised his mighty sword and brought it down on Hybern, severing the old sorcerer’s head in one swipe.

‘’Are you alright Your Highness,’’ Azriel asked the Princess after he cut off the binds on her hands and feet. She nodded. Azriel felt grateful for the helmet covering his face. He did not want her to know how afraid he was. He was not afraid of the sorcerer but of the idea of something happening to the Princess. He would never forgive himself if harm has come to her. Not only would his reputation and pride as one of the strongest Knight of the Kingdom be wounded, but losing her would create a void in his heart that he was certain nothing and no one would be able to fill.

‘’Let me see your face, Knight,’’ Gwyn told him, voice slightly hoarse from screaming for so long. She wanted to look in the eyes of the one she has cherished in secret for years now. Azriel removed his helmet and bowed his head. Gwyn lifted a hand to his face. ‘’Thank you for coming to my rescue, Sir Azriel.’’

The Knight gulped. When he looked at the Princess, it reminded him of the first time those beautiful bright teal eyes has met his. She was sitting on her throne next to her mother, Queen Orla, wearing a white and gold dress. Her silver crown adorned with diamonds and blue sapphires was shining atop her bright copper hair. When he had knelt to pledge his life to them, Azriel had also unknowingly pledged his heart to the Princess. He imagined then that, as a Princess, Gwyneth would never see him as more than a servant of the crown. But when he had risen as Knight of Sangravah and looked into her eyes again, Azriel knew that he would love none but his Princess.

Azriel rised to his feet first. When Gwyn stood up, her feet felt slightly wobbly from being tied for so long. She placed her hands on Azriel’s chest to steady herself and blushed furiously when he reached out to support her by the waist.

‘’May I, Your Highness?’’ his deep, unsure voice made her cheeks heat even more. She did not even know what she was agreeing to but, not willing to put any distance between them, she nodded,. Azriel placed his broad hands behind her back and knees. He lifted Gwyn up in his arms and carried her out of the room, down the long staircase of the tower. She closed her eyes and imagined that, beneath his armour, his heart was beating as fast as hers was.

For a moment, she allowed herself to be foolish enough to think that he was also a little affected by her. After all, why would a Knight who was as strong and handsome as a God be interested in her. She might be a Princess, but she knows that, for a man like Azriel, there must have been an endless amount of attractive and outgoing women waiting in line for him.

Azriel whistled when they exited the tower. A smile broke on Gwyn’s face when Isis came of out at the line of trees and ran to them. She had often daydreamed about going horse-riding with Azriel; her riding Shadow, her horse who was as black as night, and him riding Isis, Shadow’s complete opposite.

There was an odd contrast between Azriel and Isis that has always fascinated her. Whenever Gwyn has caught glimpses of Azriel riding towards danger, she could not help but see him as a dark warrior crafted from death and darkness on top of the white mare that emanated a sense of light and life. As if life and death could not exist without the other. She sometimes dreamed that she was also a source of light in his life.

Azriel placed Gwyneth on the mare, making sure she was comfortable before he mounted to sit behind her. When he placed his hands on her sides to grab the bridle, she sighed and leaned her head back on his chest. Azriel’s heart fluttered in response and he bit his lip to stop the smile that threatened to give him hope that she was doing it on purpose.

They rode in a comfortable silence, alternating their pace along the way and stopping occasionally for a few minutes. The ride took longer now than when he rode at full speed without rest to get to her. But he would not mind spending months like this with Gwyneth. This might be the closest that he would ever get to the Princess. Azriel would do everything in his power to prevent her from being taken again, even if it meant going back to loving her from afar.

Gwyn tried to start a conversation on several occasions but gave up because she felt too nervous to come up with anything she thought was interesting enough to tell him. After about halfway to the castle, Gwyn fell asleep with Azriel’s arm wrapped safely around her to keep her from falling off. She smiled when she woke up with the feeling of his head resting on top of hers. Her smile faded away at the sight of the castle. She was glad to be home safely and not married to an old fool. But she also wished that the journey back was much longer.

Azriel helped her down when they stopped in front of the stairs leading to the castle. He looked at her and tried to remember the feeling of his hands around her waist, of her own hands gripping his arms.

They kept staring at each other until Gwyneth rose on her toes. ‘’Thank you Azriel,’’ she whispered in his ear before she kissed him on the cheek. She had already thank him before, but this time, with all titles removed, it felt more intimate. The sound of his name coming from her lips instantly made him fall harder for her. When she pulled back, Azriel noticed the deep blush that was spreading on her face. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the voice of Queen Orla calling her daughter. Gwyn let go of Azriel’s arms and ran to her mother.

The Queen cried as she held her precious daughter in a tight hug. ‘’I am so sorry for what happened to you my jewel,’’ she told Gwyn. ‘’I was so worried about you.’’

‘’It’s alright mother. I am fine,’’ Gwyn smiled at the Queen to reassure her. ‘’Plus you sent your best Knight to get me.’’

‘’Gwyn I think this man is as besotted with you as you are with him.’’ Gwyn’s face paled and her eyes widened at her mother’s statement. Orla smiled at her daughter’s shocked expression and cupped Gwyn’s face between her palms. ‘’Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I am your mother my dear.’’

Gwyn looked down and did not even try to deny her attraction for the Knight. Most of all, she did not dare let her mother know that it was much more than just a simple attraction. ‘’He is not besotted with me mother,’’ she mumbled.

The Queen tilted Gwyn’s head upwards to make her look at her again. ‘’I did not send Sir Azriel my dearest. He went to you on his own before I could even ask.’’ Gwyn was hit with another wave of shock. Her eyes immediately searched the yard of the castle to find her Knight, but he was already gone.

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freyjas-musings · 1 year

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Over the months we have been fed so much BS and twisted nonsense about Gwyneth Berdara... thanks to the all important shadowsinger's ahem wingspan ( slow clapping for the "feminist" batflowers ) I thought we could all use a nice refresher in some "facts" and moments of Gwyneth Berdara...Canon ofcourse .

So here are my favourite moments of Gwyneth Berdara from ACOSF.... I will need to do it in two parts because there are so many😍😍😍

PART 1

The first time she meets Nesta - Nesta is someone who has the ability to make a high lord squirm and shift under her gaze but what does Gwyneth Berdara do? Give her some shit back (a start to an amazing friendship devoid of judgement). Talk about introducing two nuclear explosives 😅

"I don't answer to acolytes ".

The priestess drew to her full height, which was slightly taller than average for Fae females. A crackling sort of energy buzzed around her and Nesta's power grumbled in answer. "You're here to work," the acolyte said, her voice unruffled . "And not only for Clotho."

Her ability to call BS and say no thank you to Pity

Gwyn marked the change. "I don't need your pity." The words were sharp, as clear as her teal eyes.

"It wasn't pity."

"I've been here for nearly two years,but I haven't become so disconnected from others that I can't tell when someone remembers why I am here and alters their behaviour." Gwyn's mouth flattened to a line. "I don't need to be coddled . Only spoken to like a person."

When she shielded and took Nesta to safety away from the darkness.

"Leave it," Gwyn said , enough authority lacing her words the Nesta dropped the book onto a dark wood table. The priestess put a hand to Nesta's back, escorting her up the sloping ramp. "Don't look behind" Gwyn muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "What level is your cart on?"

"Four" she began to twist her gaze over her shoulder, but Gwyn pinched her.

"Don't look behind, " Gwyn murmured again.

"Is it following?"

"No , but .... " Gwyns swallow was audible. "I can feel something. Like a cat. Small and clever and curious. Its watching."

When she stepped out to train for the first time

Steps scuffed on the stone beyond the archway and Nesta's breath rushed from her in a wave she didn't realise she was holding back as Gwyns coppery brown hair appeared . In the sunlight, the color of her hair appeared . In the sunlight, the colour of her hair was extraordinary strands of gold glinting and her teal eyes were a near-perfect match to the stones the other priestesses wore .

"I forgot how it feels to have the full sun upon my head." She peered up again . "Forgive me if I spend some time gawking at the sky"

When she made Em feel comfortable

Gwyn and Emerie had fallen into an easy camaraderie within minutes. That could have been due to Gwyn peppering Emerie with questions about her shop as they'd gone through the opening exercises.

Gwyn asked Emerie, "Do you have libraries in Illyria? " Another lifeline thrown

When Gwyn got her nerd on

"I memorised the steps , so I will lead us through it" Gwyn offered.

Nesta snorted . "Ofcourse you did."

Gwyn playfully smacked her on the shoulder. "Learning this is my Job , you know"

"You'd have memorised this information anyway."

"Fair enough." Gwyn laughed , finishing her own tea and then sitting up straight .

Gwyn was probably good at this . Gwyn was good at everything, actually.

I think this is a good breaking point for Part 1 ...

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn acosf #pro gwynriel #pro gwyneth berdara

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velidewrites · 1 year

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Two Gifts and a Sword

What if I told you love is meant to feel better than this?

Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x Gwyneth Berdara

Word Count: 947

Warnings: None

Note: This is my very humble submission for Day 1 of @sjmromanceweek: Meet Cute. Enjoy!

It was nearing midnight at the House of Wind, and Lucien longed for the blissful quiet of the darkness.

He’d left the townhouse as quickly as he could, exchanging greetings, good wishes and gifts—exactly in that order. After so many years, the Winter Solstice had become nothing more but a routine.

There was only one thing different about today.

This year, he did not bring her a gift.

Feyre received one, of course, and, for the first time, so did Nesta and her mate. A mating present, he’d called it when Cassian mumbled something about not getting anything for him. Since I couldn’t be there for the ceremony, he added, and that seemed to appease the male enough.

Two gifts—and that was it.

Whether she’d take it with offence or a breath of relief—he didn’t care anymore. The only thing he did care about was getting past the training ring and straight into his bed.

He found it already occupied.

A female was practicing under the moonlight, her hair like molten copper flowing atop a gentle breeze. It was a different shade to his own—a richer kind of red, one that he imagined glistened brighter than the sun when she’d stepped out into daylight.

The female turned, and Lucien frowned. He’d never seen her before.

An intruder, then?

But understanding dawned upon her freckled face, and she lowered her sword, inclining her head in respect.

“Lord Vanserra.”

Oh, gods.

She must think I’m…

“I’m not Eris,” he told her, almost stumbling back a step. His brother and the Night Court were allies now, yes, though he doubted the relationship was close enough for Eris to be invited to family events.

Her eyes, teal like the surface of a calm sea, narrowed in assessment. “You are Elain Archeron’s mate.”

Something tightened in his throat at the words, and he pressed his lips into a thin line. “I am,” he told her. Even though it means nothing.

“She isn’t here,” she told him.

“I know.” She’s back at the townhouse with another male.

Those eyes surveyed him again. “Why are you here, then?”

Lucien’s mouth twitched. “Who are you?” So…inquisitive.

“Gwyn,” she said, then cleared her throat. “I mean. My name is Gwyneth. Gwyneth Berdara.” She reached out a hand.

He found it slender and surprisingly strong.

“Gwyneth,” he mused, weighing the word on his tongue. Pretty. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Lucien Vanserra.”

“I know that,” she said, and he smiled, unable to help himself.

“How, exactly, do you fit into this court?” he asked.

Gwyn—Gwyneth—straightened, no longer leaning over the hilt of her sword. “I’m a Valkyrie.”

Lucien frowned. “Valkyries died out centuries ago.”

“Well, they’re back now,” she said, something like pride creeping into her tone.

Lucien almost scoffed. “I find that hard to believe. The training—” he started, but the flash in Gwyn’s gaze effectively shut him up.

“You think someone like me couldn’t have done it?” she challenged.

“No, I—” he sighed. “Forgive me. I’m…usually much nicer than this.”

She angled her head. “Is that so?”

“Well, I try to be, at least.”

Gwyneth hummed at that. “I suppose, in your circumstances, it is the least you could do.

Lucien’s mouth tightened again, and she quickly amended, “I’m sorry. Believe it or not, I, too, am usually much nicer than this.”

“I don’t need your pity, Gwyneth Berdara,” he assured her.

“It’s not pity I’m offering.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “What is it, then?”

She sighed. “Understanding.”

He saw it, then—saw the sadness that hid behind those bright eyes, an endless sea of emotion she felt too deeply to risk a flood.

He saw it, because he felt it too.

“Is that so?” he asked her anyway.

She nodded. “It is,” she said, her gaze shifting up into the stars.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Gwyn,” Lucien said quietly.

A faint blush stained her cheeks as she looked at him again. “I thought we agreed on no pity tonight.”

Lucien smiled. “Right. Forgive me.”

“You know, for a nobleman, you sure do apologise a lot.”

He huffed. “I am hardly a nobleman.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “I think you’re as much a nobleman as I’m a Valkyrie.”

Lucien’s gaze narrowed at that. “I’m…not sure what to make of that.”

Challenge flashed in her eyes again, and this time, Lucien met it with a grin. “You still don’t believe me?” Gwyn asked. “I’ll spar you right now,” she said, her grip tightening around the hilt again.

Lucien raised a diplomatic hand with a chuckle. “I think I’m starting to.”

Quiet fell, neither of them choosing to say anything, and Lucien, too, looked up to the stars. He was starting to realise why she’d opted to train under the open sky. There was something so calming in its darkness—a serenity in a world of pain.

“It hurts,” Gwyn’s quiet voice reached him, and his gaze fell on her again. “I never thought…” she shook her head, her eyes dropping to the stone floor.

Lucien nodded. “Go on.”

“It’s not important,” she hedged.

“It is.”

She looked at him at that—truly and openly, letting all that emotion rise to the surface. “I never thought that of all the things I’ve done, love would be the hardest,” she finally whispered.

Lucien swallowed hard. “I did know. I just thought…I just thought that this time, it would be different.”

Gwyn said carefully, “Perhaps it wasn’t love, then.”

Lucien nodded, and found that, for the first time, his heart did not sting with pain as he said, “No. Perhaps it wasn’t.”

#sjmromanceweek2023 #lucien x gwyn #lucien vanserra x gwyneth berdara #lucien vanserra #gwyneth berdara #acotar drabble #acotar fic #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #my writing

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diademreigned · 6 months

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❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜ (kijin to jonathan) 👀👀👀👀👀👀

meme

Jonathan paused up the winding stairs of the Pembroke Hospital, hand grazing the railing as he did so. He had been out late, and he rushed passed all the nurses and doctors that worked tirelessly about the lower levels. Each of them said 'good evening Doctor Reid' when he came around the open doors.

Pippa.

Dorothy.

Gwyneth. Hells, even the doctors and patients that saw him as he strode by may have uttered a word or two. Though it was his very apprentice, this very - if he dared to label himself as such - nurse Lyzej that had sought out his own methods after recovering from his own predicament. He'd been in a much abhorrent state when Dr. Reid discovered him. Scratches that littered his body now healing under bandages under his own medical attire.

Though one could not hide the very ones that caressed his face. Not nearly as marred as the ones hidden, and likely all the less painful. He stood there at the open door of their joint room, holding it with a tightened hand, emerald eyes boring deeply into his own.

His own crimson red, satiated eyes.

This wasn't the first time he'd skulked out shortly after assigning his newfound apprentice something that didn't acquire much thinking. He didn't doubt the veracity of the other's claim when he said he could handle medical procedures or encounters; however he didn't feel particularly confident leaving him alone when . . .

"My apologies nurse, I had other matters that needed tending to."

That didn't exactly answer the question, of course. Normally the whole medical staff didn't question it when someone was covered in blood. Wiping it upon your smocks when you had no towels handy, or ones that were drying after a much needed wash through a pan. A patient that had a procedure done and you'd just finished up, a few mishaps with bodily fluids but that was it.

Didn't ease the tall individual before him. Whilst he stands at a whopping five foot ten, it doesn't shake the unease of a six foot one individual that sought out his practice. In fact he was rather honored, though he didn't understand why as they were only at most four years apart in age.

"Aah, I thought that's what you meant. Forgive me, I hadn't had time to wash up. It's nothing of concern," finally winding up the stairway, he held his hand out delicately to assure the other.

How do you explain to your apprentice that you caressed someone that very night? Pressed your hand to their face, mesmerized them and walked them over to a secluded area of the docks, dipped them through the dark and drained them as a farewell?

They wanted it, of course - he could tell. Their sadness, their pain, their anger. Their last words were a thank you. You did them a service, but that didn't hold the guilt off any more than it would if you allowed them to suffer continuously.

A never-ending cycle of hell, but you didn't care for the consequences, you were selfish.

"Did you finish the collection of neuralgia treatment I had asked for? If we're out of the specific ingredients, we can fetch some."

We. As in only Jonathan. X'kijin had asked numerous times to join him on his medical errands, but he'd be damned if he watched this man breathe his last before he saw himself through his studies.

' We're out of salicin, doctor. '

"Out of. . . we couldn't be, there was a stash within-" The taller stepped away from the counter in which he'd begun shoveling bottle after bottle down the line into the pile.

Twenty bottles of neuralgia treatment.

He'd finished reorganizing all the medical ingredients before he began as well. Codeine and Potassium Permanganate, Ferrous Tartrate and Sodium Hypochlorite Solution all wrapped up and untouched.

He picked a rather good one to save, but he also couldn't stand seeing him writhe without assistance on the ground that month back. X'kijin had made such a remarkable recovery, he felt responsible for him.

"I see. So we are. Hold off on the rest of the mass production for now. I bid you rest and we will see about gathering the rest of those in the meantime." And he had turned to leave, patting a congratulatory hand on his shoulder.

' Doctor? At least tell me about the blood. '

Jonathan paused, expression going grave as he searched for something to stare at, help him reform his words. His head turned to regard him over his shoulder, an exhausted facial expression. "In time, yes . . . you deserve that much."

#JOHNATHAN REID // ♦︎ — › asks.#:: crystalmarred ::#:: queue ::#tw blood mention #cw blood mention #tw death mention #cw death mention #PANICS AND THROWS OUT WARNINGS #I had a lot of fun writing this I put on the soundtrack to get into the groove #it's really easy to write johnathan cause I can hear his voice super cleanly it's so distinct #ENJOY!

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huntsphury · 2 years

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so now it’s time to rank my favorite SJM girls!

First, Feyre Archeron. She is a goddess. She is the moment. She inspires me SO MUCH. I love how kind she is, how she was able to forgive, and to help people even when they didn’t deserve. How lonely she was at the beggining, and how she found a home and a true family and had to fight for every single step: she wasn’t born with magical powers, she didn’t have a profetic destiny, her journey belongs only to her. Also, it can be frustrating - being a Feyre stan and seeing her forgiving so easily - but it wouldn’t be her otherwise. Her kindness is what makes her so special

Next, Gwyneth Berdara. I loved this girl from the very first moment. She didn’t let Nesta treat her like she was sick or delicate because of her trauma. And then I discovered a funny, kind, lovely, brave and strong woman who faced her biggest fears for her friends, who started to train because she would never feel weak again, and convinced the other priestesses to do it, too. Also, she has the characteristic a love most: altruism. She would die on that bridge, at the Blood Rite, to make sure that Emerie and Nesta would survive. She risked it all in Sangravah to save the children. She had to be hitten by Nesta, bc she wouldn’t let her friend fight alone. And she looks so real to me, so ALIVE

Then, Manon Blackbeak. I never related to Aelin so much as everyone seems to do, but when Manon showed up... I felt like I had finaly met my Aelin (?). I LOVE characters that think about themselves as horrible persons, but are actually good. She was raised under pain and suffering to be a heartless monster, but she discovered that she could have feelings, could love, could take care of her people in another way. She’s such a strong and complex character. Her journey is one of the best things sjm has ever writen. I love her i love her i lover her

Now, Asterin Bleackbeak. I just realized that she has a lot in common with Gwyn, that’s why I love both. But I’ve met this woman before acosf, and I got OBSESSED. I love that, while Manon is pure ice, Asterin is FIRE. She has a “fireheart” and you can see it in every scene. She loves, protects and fights like a lion. She’s a great friend and cousin, and would have been a great wife and mother to her hunter and their little witch (insert cry here). I love that she seems to live like nobody else does, really doing it with her whole heart. I’ll never get over her end :(

To finish, Bryce Quinlan. I won’t lie, she didn’t have me from the beggining. Of course, I liked her, but not THAT much, because she wasn’t writen like Hunt was in the first chapters - not with deep feelings, not in a real way - but that’s just the point of her character: like Hunt, we have to pay attention to see what she hides. And when I finnally felt like I had really MET her, I loved her. She’s funny, super self-confiant, surpringly kind and has a big heart. And she would sacrifice everything she is to save others. I love strong characters who are strong from the inside, without try, they just are and doesn’t even realize, and Bryce is like that. And Hosab made adore her even more. She can make me laugh in any situation

#feyre archeron #pro feyre archeron #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #pro gwyn #manon blackbeak #asterin blackbeak #bryce quinlan #hosab #ccity #crescent city #acotar #tog #sarahjmaas

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reulynn21 · 1 year

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For Chris Evans

Reu Lynn Gwyneth Endozo Hynson or Lyneth: I have something to tell you about you and me. Chris Evans: What is it? Reu Lynn Gwyneth Endozo Hynson or Lyneth: I was thinking about you and also that I'm falling in love with you. Reu Lynn Gwyneth Endozo Hynson or Lyneth: And I never felt that I always mention your name, even I dream about you in the day of wedding. I hope you will respect and to realize about who I am.

(Chris Evans was listening about my situation and he also falling in love with me in the real life.)

And also Chris Evans was also telling the truth what is inside his heart in real life and real love.

Reu Lynn Gwyneth Endozo Hynson or Lyneth: What did you say?

and Chris Evans was also repeated deep inside his heart, what he feels.

and he also telling that he was wrong to choose the person he's love and he also telling the truth, in the first beginning of time, in the time of his right. and to tell his true feelings just because he was wrong and he makes mistakes, so that to say that he was so sorry about it. and He also wants to apologize for what he did. and I always forgive him as myself to forgive them.

#find out in the future of today's knowledge if it is true or not?#followyourheart #tell the truth #noliestodirectlytothepointinperson.#Iwillfindoutthetruth

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loominggaia · 2 years

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Woooo… Hold the phone! So your telling me Ginger stooped so low as to actually cheat on Itchy with Javaan! Well their go’s my positive mental image of Ginger and my favorite couples relationship…. Kinda a big red flag that gingers first instinct if she thinks itchy’s cheating on her is to have a revenge affair. Only thing that salvages her in my mind is that atleast she feels genuine guilt and owns up to it, rather then lie and cover it up for itchy to find out himself years down the line.

Yeah Ginger is not a perfect person, despite what many think. She has this really immature, spiteful, and manipulative side to her. That side comes out pretty hard in "A Mage in the Making" too.

Not excusing what she did because it was absolutely wrong, but to be fair to her: Itchy betrays her trust constantly. He lies right to her face all the time, and getting him to understand that what he did wrong is like pulling teeth because he's a moron.

So like, on one hand, I can see where Ginger was coming from. She felt betrayed because she thought he was cheating, she was frustrated by his constant bullshit, and she probably didn't have the energy to argue with him about it because she knew he'd just lie and deny like he always does. So she had a moment of weakness and stooped to his level instead.

On the other hand, while it may have made Ginger feel better to get back at him like that, it didn't solve the problem at all. It was a dumb, immature thing to do.

And yeah, to her credit, she did feel horrible when she realized her mistake and rushed to confess it immediately. Itchy, for all his many, many faults, has never and would never cheat on Ginger for any reason. He's had several opportunities to do so throughout the series and he's never done it. Despite what a fuckup he is, he is "better" than her in that way.

Ginger and Itchy's relationship is meant to be screwed up and chaotic. But what makes them endearing despite that is the fact that they do genuinely love eachother, and no matter what problem they face, they face it together and eventually overcome it. It's a case where the love is true, but they both had messed up childhoods and a lot of personal issues to break through. They never stop trying to grow and be better for eachother.

I think if they just gave up on their relationship and did things just to spite eachother with no remorse, they wouldn't be as endearing. That's basically what Balthazaar and Feredil's marriage turned into; a loveless, codependent mess. Same with Gwyneth and Brogan's one-sided sham-marriage.

I think Itchy and Ginger are different because when things get tough, they eventually put their crap aside and help eachother through it. Ginger gives Itchy a lot--and I mean a LOT--of grace on a daily basis. He knows that, and I think that's why he's willing to forgive her slip-ups even when they're really bad ones, because they're so infrequent.

She has to be pushed to the damn brink before she does something this bad.

Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

#ask #askliterature #askginger #askitchy

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nityarawal · 6 months

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11/4/2023

Favorite Prototype

Morning Songs

Happy Saturday

Thankyou Anyway

A Week Of Cray Cray

We Wouldn't Wish

It On Anyone

Estrangement Sin

We Keep Saying

Avert The Danger

Don't You Hear

4 Billion Moms Screaming

Put The Prude

Back In Pride

Avert The Danger

Don't You Hear

#4BillionMothersStrong

"Avert The Danger,"

Maharishi Said:

"That Has Not Yet Come,"

Prudent Moms

9/11 Was A Red Flag

911 Number

Emergency Services

Even Worse

Jihad Smears

From Courts

A Curse

On Any

Mixed American

Other

Or A Brown Mom

Unwanted

But For AI

Confusion

Taunted

For AI Dolls Like Us

#FreeBritney Delusions

Brands

For Poisons

Courts Don't Call

Back

We Know About

Rats

King Henry

Didn't Matter That

Princess Diana Procured

2 Perfect Son's

She Was Still

Killed By

The Monarchy

So We Scare

For Starter Wives

Apartheid

Who Wouldn't

Want To Be A

Disney Princess

Sing Your Boys Home

Pull The Plug On

Fighting

Wars

Dance With #FreeBritney

Spears

Yellow Snake

Kardashian

Belly Dancing

From The Sandiego

Zoo

Let Him Free

Just For A Few Minutes

With You And Me

Dancing

Shiva's Leopard

Cobra

Dancing Free

He Must Be

Grateful

Dreams

Henna Tattooing

Private Parties

Only Women

Like Middle Eastern

Sacred Sisters'

Nights

Dancing Free

Mystical

Bringing Mitraism

Back

How Many Ways

To Be A Man

And Clap

For A Dancer Graciously

Kvon Prince Will Tell You

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Clap

Tip

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For The Comedians Cry

Often No Alibis

At Misunderstandings

To Sufi Tribes

On Courts Bribes

Persian Men Clap

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Eyes Sparkle

"Baraye,"

Twinkling Something

Transcendental

"Peace Love Liberty,"

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What Is That Unknown

Flicker

Knowingness

Please

Prince Cousins

Royalty

Tell Us

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Mitraism Lucky Ones

Remembering

Mystical Songs

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Hustling From Morning

Till Dawn

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Swimming

Near Olympic Athletes

Models

Hiking

Cleaning

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Teaching

Preaching

If You're One Of The Lucky

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Free For A Moment

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In Your Dressing Trailer

Too

Send A "Tootsie," Photo

To Me

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Israel Did To Thee

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If You Got A Little

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Let Her Out

Please

Legally Blonde

Legally Brunette

Full Disclosure

I Know You Danced

In My Shoes Once

The Odds

Are Strong

Dance Me A River

Dance Me To Freedom

Dance With Me

Forgive Me

Polarity A Blessing

Men Are For Mars

That's Why You

Tell Us

Calmly

Freedom Of Speech

Is A Good Light

And You Bought It

What About China

What About The Middle

East

What About Apartheid

America

What About Me

What About The Microcosm

The Little Mom

In Every Family

What About My Sisters

Crying In Their Pillows

Because It's Illegal

For Them You See

Mamma Lost Her 3

Baes

She Told Me Yesterday

At First She Coached

Them Full Disclosue

Then Tell Them

Not

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Stopping Foster

Wars

Sexual Assaults

Not Dad

He's Innocenr

Officer Aikens

Stole Her Car

Like Enoch The Pig Stole

Mine

Her Home

Her Husband

It's Been A Month

3 Babies Trafficked Too

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Middle Man

Got Mammas Worried

4 Billion Strong

She Looked Like My

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Exterior

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All

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behrdara · 6 months

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a moment of solitude, seeking solace in something that seems to call to her more than anything else. her grandmother would say, in her last years of life, that she wanted so dearly to return to what called to her, which was the water ( gwyn did not understand at the time, how her grandmother suffered being stuck on dry feet ). water nymphs will wither away, like a flower deprived of nourishment, if they are away from the their home, but in her last moment of living, the old woman sought shore to die, wanting not to be seen by the others. or perhaps, she wanted to see her bastard offspring, one last time.

but gwyneth seeks solace not in the water, but in the silence, peaceful and ominous, of a temple. standing before the altar, she knows not who to pray to in this place, but does so, either ways ( forgive my insolence, forgive my intruding ). and when footsteps echoe behind her, dissipating the divine silence within the temple, gwyn turns around, rather bashful, " i didn't ... i didn't know what to do. i -- where i come from, we keep our heads down when praying, but i don't know -- " her hands still carry the tattooed ink, which all priestesses from sangravah have on the back of their palms, and they press together as if pleading to the other woman, " can you please teach me how to pray here? " @soranaisyrennalavrovne ft. sorana lavrovne ot lukomorya.

#OK BUT READING UR BACKSTORY FOR THE TWINS #i love the idea of gwyn going to sorana's temple at the time she is seen as the lachrymarum #bc of gwyn's past #that can easily be adapted to any other universe #i still decided to keep the name sangravah as the place where she comes from #but she is just part water nymph not fae #anYWAYS I HOPE THIS WORKS FRIEND!!#lmk if you want something else and we can plot!

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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 1 year

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Nesta Archeron (Harry Potter AU)- Chapter 39 (The House Cup)

Summary: The winners for the House Cup are being announced. Every knows it’s gonna be Gryffindor.

It was time to announce the winners of the House Cup. All the Hogwarts students were sorted into their houses. They all wore their uniforms including long pointy black hats. Everyone knew that the winners were the Gryffindors (for the 5th time in a row). No one was as excited as they were 5 years ago. Except for the Gryffindors of course.

Nesta could feel Morrigan’s smirk from across the Great Hall. She wish she could give her a piece of her mind. “Nes?” Nesta looked up to see Nora. She was in her Slytherin attire like Nesta. “Hey Nora.”

“Mind if me and Lily sit?” Nora asked as Nesta shrugged. Nora sat next to her, setting her toad on the table. “Nora, about last night, I’m really sorry.”

“I understood why. You had to do what was right.” Nora replied. “I’m only sorry that I got in your way.” Nesta smiled and chuckled. “If the tables were turned, I probably would’ve done the same thing.” A faint meow in agreement came from Lucky who sat in between the two girls. Lucky rubbed her head against Nora’s hand. Nora smiled, petting the cat’s ear. “I forgive you too, Lucky.”

“Guys, quiet. Kallias is about to speak.” Bryce said

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Nesta~

Oh right. The House Cup. I turned to face Kallias like everyone else, my cat Lucky resting on my lap.

“Another year has gone by for all of you students. Thus, it is time to award the House Cup.” I sighed through my nose. I hate losing. But I am glad that I defeated Amarantha. For now, at least.

Kallias continued. “In 4th place, with 372 points, Slytherin.”

I noticed a few of us clapping for us, but I could tell from the other Slytherins that they were just as disappointed as I was.

“In 3rd place, with 412 points, Hufflepuff.” I look at the twins, Gwyn and Catrin who were mopping with their sisters Cerridwen and Nuala. They clapped for their house but even they knew they failed. Well, at least it wasn’t as bad as mine.

“In 2nd place, with 420 points, Ravenclaw.” The cheers grew a bit louder coming from the Ravenclaws. I smiled a little. At least Emerie was happy. Though I know she would’ve preferred to be first.

“And in 1st place, Gryffindor with 472 points.” I had to cover my ears to block the sounds of the Gryffindors. Mainly from Mor. God, I hate her so much. My cat Lucky hissed in agreement.

I heard Kallias speak again. “Yes, Gryffindor. Very good. However, recent events must be recorded.” I look at him with shock and confusion. Last minute events? What the what? Kallias smirked at my interest. “I have a few last-minute points to award.”

Emerie~

“To Emerie Stone.” I shot my head up, my bony wings flaring up in interest. I looked straight at Kallias before he continued. “For amazing intellect while others were in grave peril. I grant Ravenclaw, 50 points.”

The Ravenclaws cheered louder. A few of them congratulated me, making me blush. Nesryn, who was sitting next to me, hugged me from the side. “So awesome!” She said as I hugged her back.

Gwyn~

“Second, goes to Gwyneth Bedara.” I heard my twin Catrin spit out a drink of water. She coughed a bit but gave me a thumbs up to say she was okay.

Kallias continued, “For the best-played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years, I grant Hufflepuff, 50 points.”

I felt my sisters squeezing me so hard before I heard the cheering of my teammates. Yrene, my Perfect, smiled at me. “Nice job, Gwyn.” she said as Catrin ruffled my hair, making me blush, “That’s my little sister.”

Nesta~

“Third, goes to Ms. Nesta Archeron.” This time, both me and my cat perked up.

“For pure nerve and outstanding bravery and courage,” I blushed a bit as I heard Nora giggle from beside me. “I award the Slytherin house...100 points.” The Slytherins had never cheered louder in their entire lives. Not even at the Quidditch matches.

Aelin, who sat on the other side of me, ruffled my hair like an older sister. “Thanks, kid,” she said, smiling from ear to ear. I blushed even more.

“Guys, you know what this means?” Tomas, who sat in front of Nora, smiled in a way of knowing something. And I wanted to find out. “What?”

“We’re tied with Gryffindor.” Everyone who heard him either gasped with excitement or smiled. One point. We only need one more point.

“And finally, standing up to your enemies takes a great deal. But it takes a greater deal, to stand up to your friends.” I gasped under my breath, turning my attention to Nora. She looked at me in confusion. “What?” I didn’t have time to answer because Kallias already said it for me. “Which is why I would like to reward 10 points, to Nora Bonnette.”

Nora gasped, her toad Lily jumping with joy. She looked at me like I was serious. I nodded viciously. “I’m so proud of you,” I say, hugging my friend. She hugged me back, laughing happy tears.

“I believe a redecoration is in order.” Kallias announced, slamming his hands together. This caused a gust of wind to blow the Gryffindor flags from the ceiling. Instead of red and yellow, it was now green and silver. The colors of the Slytherin.

And then, the words that all the Slytherins were waiting for: “Slytherin wins the House Cup.”

I was the first one out of my seat as I cheered along with my Slytherin family. Nora, Bryce, and Tomas hugged me tightly. Aelin and Lorcan gave me a thumbs-up while Rowan hugged me from behind. Or at least I thought it was a hug until the big buzzard picked me up as he did in my first Quidditch game. From this height, I noticed my friends Emerie, Catrin, and Gwyn running towards me and Rowan.

After he finally put me down, my friends hugged me as tightly as the Slytherins did. I take a small glance at the Gryffindors. Mainly Morrigan. She doesn’t look back at me, but the sheer disappointment is clearly on her face.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see my friend Bryce. “Let’s go Nes. Rowan says it’s time to pack for the train.”

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[ID: digital drawing of a Jon and Martin from tma, depicting a scene from the fanfic “A Reprieve”. The two of them are sitting snuggled up on the floor in Jons library. Jon is a tall godly being with long wavy brown hair streaked with grey, a bit of stubble and scars scattered across his face and neck. He is wears what looks like a dark green robe. He has a purple blanket draped over his shoulder and martins’ shoulder, the blanket falling over martins’ legs. Martin is a fat man with freckles across his visible skin, and short, white curly hair and a bit of stubble. He is wearing circular glasses, a red lightly patterned shirt, and dark red pants. he is leaning on Jon’s shoulder, while Jon in turn has his head rested on martins, and holding up a book, reading it to jon. Both look content and at peace. There are several moths flying around them, some resting on jon shoulder or martins’ hand. Behind them is a row of a variety of library books. The drawing has a fuzzy edge to it. END ID]

So a while back, I drew a fanart for @dickwheelie amazing amazing Paladin/angel au, but because this series has lived in my head rent free for almost a year now, I drew another one. This time a small scene from “A Reprieve” because I read that scene and my brain went vroom. Jons library always is a little fuzzy in my head with it being on another plane and all and i tried to incorporate that a bit.

I once again ask you to read this series, it’s ngh it’s arhgg it’s god it’s so good.

#the magnus archives #tma #jmart #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #paladin au #gonna be honest i am real proud of this one.#before i start rambeling in the tags a daily reminder to read this fic!!!#u might ask yourself why i choose this scene #it's because i am a huge fucking sap and nthg gets me like martin reading aloud to jon #i just had a really cozy image in my head when i read this ok #also because for other scenes i don't want to draw them i want to animate them sjfsgkgs #u can all be lucky that i have no skills in animation. yet.#anyway i took 3 artistic liberties with this: 1. jon takes the purple blanket from the prev fic because cozy #2. i made martins shirt less vibrant because the red was really vibrant #and 3. jon tided up some books form him and martin to sit which is why this doesn't look as messy as jons library would be.#also i wanted to honor the superior jon design by giving him his moustache but i couldn't make it fit ):#forgive me gwyneth #i thank you again for writing this series and u r probably sick of me saying that but. nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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