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believer25 · 4 months

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ACOTAR Characters favorite K-pop groups: (Part 2)

I'm bored and I can't sleep so I decided to combine two things that I love Kpop and Acotar. I chose the groups because of the vibe. I don't have much explanation.

Feyre: SHINee (She loves Replay) + TWICE

Rhysand: ATEEZ (Loves Dazzling Light)

Gwyn: Seventeen (Carat is such nice fandom, it makes sense) + New Jeans (Her and Az likes to sing their songs)

Azriel: The Rose (Emo Boy likes Day6 and TXT also) + he likes GG but doesn't wanna admit.

Eris: Monsta X + ONEUS (Hard to find one, I'm not sure)

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roleplayfinder · 29 days

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Heyo! 24 year old female writer here. I’m eighteen plus so please please please ensure you are before writing to me! Now a little about me, I do work, quick fire would be nice but I can’t always be here. So you may see me post more depending on what ideas I’ve got and what cravings I have. But with my time off you can guarantee I’ll be posting more! Just a heads up I’m looking for clean roleplays! I do prefer discord to conduct roleplays purely for the purpose of being able to keep things more organised! My discord is eleanorewinchester

So I’m looking for those of you who can use third person, past tense and lots of detail. I say this not to be mean but because I do consider myself to be advanced literate, I expect potential partners to be the same! I’m looking for oc (me) x male canon characters from the above movies but I will enclose further fandoms and movies with in the post! I use third and past tense and would be grateful if you do too! Please note I do have dyslexia. I’d love to get some aus going as well as some love triangles. Doubles are welcome! But please note ALL my roleplays are doubles. I will be prioritising those of you who don’t want to double and are happy to play canons. I’m just getting to a point where doubles feel transactional, I’d like to do something for myself where I can :).

I’m also craving the MCU, Shadowhunters, A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, My Life With the Walter Boys, Hunger Games (originals and prequel), GG at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play Dean Winchester atm. I think he’s a really well written character and I have some ocs who may work with him.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I’ll do my best to accommodate them! If there’s a character in brackets that’s who I’m looking to ship with, I need you to play them!

Fandoms I seek include:

Saltburn

Downton Abbey

ACOTAR (Cassian, Rhys)

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

Merlin (bbc show)

The Mortal instruments: Shadowhunters (Jace, Julian, Mark)

Sherlock (Sherlock)

Skins

Pitch Perfect

Supernatural 😍 (Dean)

The Office (us)

Brooklyn Nine Nine 😍

Superstore

My life With the Walter Boys 😍❤️ (Cole, Will)

Ginny and Georgia ❤️(Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

#bxg #longterm #romance #detailed #drama #literate #advanced

#eighteen and over #saltburn #saltburn roleplay #saltburn rp #downton abbey #downton abbey roleplay #downton abbey rp #acotar #acotar roleplay #acotar rp #bridgerton #queen charlotte #merlin #gg #tmi

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findroleplay · 3 months

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I’m also craving Shadowhunters, A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, My Life With the Walter Boys, Hunger Games (originals and prequel), GG at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play Dean Winchester atm. I think he’s a really well written character and I have some ocs who may work with him.

Fandoms I seek include:

Saltburn

Downton Abbey

ACOTAR (Cassian, Rhys)

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

Merlin (bbc show)

The Mortal instruments: Shadowhunters (Jace)

Sherlock (Sherlock)

Skins

Pitch Perfect

Supernatural 😍 (Dean)

The Office (us)

Brooklyn Nine Nine 😍

Superstore

My life With the Walter Boys 😍❤️ (Cole, Will)

Ginny and Georgia ❤️(Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

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bbkissme99 · 4 months

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Book fic recs

The Empyrean:

𝖿іrs𝗍 𝗍іmᥱ | 𝖿᥆ᥙr𝗍һ ᥕіᥒg һᥴ

The Lost Sister - Part 5

Fourth Wing Men HCs: nicknames for him Includes: Bodhi Durran, Garrick Tavis

under the weather

Garrick x reader

Silent worry

Dragon weeks

Scream it why don't you

His girl

ძᥲ𝗍іᥒg gᥲrrіᥴk 𝗍ᥲ᥎іs

sᥒᥙggᥣᥱ ᑲᥙg

We're in this together

something smutty for garrick

some smut with garrick

ძ᥆mіᥒᥲᥒ𝗍

Garrick Tavis Head Cannons

Cupid

Just One Date - Garrick Tavis x Reader One Shot

Bodhi x reader

Interruptions

ძᥲ𝗍іᥒg ᑲ᥆ძһі ძᥙrrᥲᥒ

Worries

Not giving up on us

by your side - b.d.

Five More Minutes | B. Durran |

Angel eyes

where were you in the morning? - b.d.

Stay Still | B. Durran |

Love Letters

Breaks and Bruises

Shit at Feelings iv

Dain x reader

ᥴᥲᥙgһ𝗍 іᥒ 𝗍һᥱ ᥲᥴ𝗍

TOG

Aelin x Rowan

Detours to You - Masterlist

Dorian x reader

Dating Dorian Havilliard would include-

dating modern!dorian would include…

Crescent City

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Dating Ruhn Danaan Headcanons

Like I Do

Family Time

Acotar

Eris

Peace Summary: A look into a normal day in the new Vanserra household

One Last Night

𝐸𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Nyx

Of Wings and Secrecy

Don't Touch // Nyx (ACoTaR) x Fem!Reader

KINGDOM OF THE FEARED SPOILERS!! Barnes and Noble bonus chapter pt. 1

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sapphiredhearts-a · 9 months

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" ⭐ if you’re still accepting these

always accepting just bc I love to try to make plots / connections with new blogs I haven't written with !! I'm gonna do your muse / my muse - hope that makes sense !!

any acotar / any acotar

I'd be down to do some game of thrones aus with literally anyone I got??? I've seen got and have read most of it so

dan / nate

blair / serena

eva / any gg muse

georgina / blair

georgina / serena

any gg muse / massie block

we could do a gg reboot / my gg muses or massie block au maybe??

thinking about adding my own hp muses at some point so stay tuned for those

the tudors / Plantagenets are my heart history wise i'd be down for aus with them as well

chandler / any of my friends muses

himym & himyf / any of my friends muses or even grace and frankie muses

okay but a quinn fabray/ miley stewart glee au ?

any thg muse / any thg muse

any tvd muse / any tvd muse

any twi muse / any twi muse

#☾ ` professional fangirling ; ooc answered .#this was .. .a lot lmao but i feel we have a lot of muses that vibe

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findyourrp · 10 days

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The search , Shadowhunters, Fast & Furious, Sherlock and More

I’m also craving;Fast and Furious (PLEASE?!), Sherlock (please?!), Shadowhunters (please I beg?!), A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, The Musketeers (bbc show), My Life With the Walters, Hunger Games (originals and prequel), GG at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play; Sherlock Holmes, Dean Winchester or Jace Wayland, Jules or Mark.

Fandoms I seek include:

Fast and Furious (Brian)

Shadowhunters (Book/Show verse) (Jace, Julian, Mark)

Sherlock (Sherlock,John)

Superstore (Jonah)

Supernatural (Dean)

ACOTAR (Cassian, Rhys)

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

The Musketeers (bbc show Aramis)

Merlin (show)

Downton Abbey

Saltburn (Felix)

Skins

Pitch Perfect (Jesse)

The Office (us)

Brooklyn Nine Nine

My life With the Walter Boys (Cole, Will)

Ginny and Georgia ❤️(Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

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darkrpfinder · 3 months

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I’m also craving Mortal Instruments: Shadowhunters, A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, My Life With the Walter Boys, Hunger Games (originals and prequel), GG at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play Dean Winchester atm. I think he’s a really well written character and I have some ocs who may work with him.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I��ll do my best to accommodate them! If there’s a character in brackets that’s who I’m looking to ship with, I need you to play them!

Fandoms I seek include:

ACOTAR (Cassian, Rhys)

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

Merlin (bbc show)

The Mortal instruments: Shadowhunters (Jace)

Sherlock (Sherlock)

Skins

Pitch Perfect

Supernatural 😍 (Dean)

The Office (us)

Brooklyn Nine Nine 😍

Superstore

My life With the Walter Boys 😍❤️ (Cole, Will)

Ginny and Georgia ❤️(Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

eleanorewinchester

#fandom rp #fandom roleplay #oc rp #oc roleplay #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #18+ mun

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f4irycafe · 3 years

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favorite crime

chapter ii

summary: a story between the forgotten vanserra sister and her mate, the shadowsinger of the night court.

pairing: azriel x vanserra oc

word count: 5.4k

series warnings: graphic sexual assault, mental illness, graphic violence, falling in love, soft sex, misogyny, mentions/recalling of past rape, right person-wrong time, tragic love story, fluff.

notes: haha not that it's been three months of anything...but i'm back w another chapter. after this one, shit hits the FAN. please leave comments and REBLOG. REBLOG. REBLOG.

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A dreamer.

That’s what she had always been and would continue to be.

“Freya!” She heard her mother gasp. She blinked - once, twice, until the sharp pain in her finger sunk into her bones.

“Get your head out of the clouds and be careful, child.” Odessa rushed to grab the napkin that sat at her side, standing up from her chair to kneel in front of her daughter. Freya’s eyebrows scrunched as her mother took the sewing needle from her pointer finger, dabbing it with the orange cloth.

A dreamer, yes. But at what cost? Her finger it would seem, would pay the price for her lofty thoughts.

“I’m sorry mother I was-,”

“Dreaming,” The older fae cut her off. “I know, I know.” Freya bent her head and smiled, trying to conceal it from her mothers view.

There was silence for multiple minutes until Odessa asked, “Where were you this time?” Freya’s smile brightened at the question, always happy to answer any and every question about her dreams.

“The cabin,” She said matter-of-factly. Ever since she was little, she would dream of this cabin. It happened every few months or so, and everytime she dreamt of it the scene was the same. It was a simple wooden structure. There were bright yellow curtains hanging on the two windows in the front of the house, as well as a raised porch that it sat on. She had never been able to go inside of it during her daydreams, but she had imagined what it would look like if she did. It laid in the middle of a field, much unlike the redwoods that sprawled over the expanse of the autumn court.

The cabin was everything that her life wasn't. Quaint, quiet, and peaceful.

“Of course you were,” Odessa said with a smile, continuing to stitch her fabric.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The young woman grumbled, aggressively stabbing her own cloth with her needle, careful to not impale her finger like she had just done.

“Nothing,” Her mother shook her head. She took note of the way Freya cut through her fabric and added, “You need to stop spending so much time with your brothers.” The ones that cared enough to spend time with her at least.

Neels and Finnagan never spent time with the other six siblings to begin with, preferring the company of each other instead. Damon was present enough in Freya’s life to where they shared somewhat of a familial bond. The rest of the Vanserra boys made a point to be involved in the upbringing of their littlest siblings, Eris leading the charge. Most of the boys shared little kind feelings towards her twin, but Freya was the apple of their eye.

The moon, they liked to call her.

For their life was no fairytale, they did not exist in the sun or day with the rest of the creatures of this world. They only knew darkness, the cold unyielding night that was their lives. But then she was born and added a light. A soft glow that managed to ease the coldest of their hearts.

Their moon.

“Have you thought of what you might want for your birthday?” Odessa asked. The subject of Freya’s upcoming eighteenth birthday had been a...touchy subject amongst the other members of the Vanserra family. It was a slow, brutal tourture, watching Freya grow up like a pig being led to the slaughter house. Almost all of the siblings had begged Beron at some point to delay her inevitable shipment to the highest bidder, but their words did little to sway his mind.

“No, not yet.” She wasn’t stupid, even though she loved to act like she was. She saw the way her mother hesitated to ask her the question, and saw the way her hands clenched on the edge of the cross stitch board. Not wanting to leave the conversation like that, Freya said “But I’ll let you know when I do.”

Two months, she had two months until her birthday. She didn’t know how much time she’d have left at the Forest House after that day, so she intended to make these next couple months count.

“Can I go now? I’ve finished just like you told me to.” Indeed she had, Odessa noted as she looked over to see her daughter's finished piece.

“When you see your Eris, tell him that I would like to speak with him.” Freya nodded, rushing to pick up her materials and put them away in her carrier. There was little time she had outside of lessons with her mother and servants, but when she did have free time she often spent it with her older brothers.

“Thank you mama. I’ll see you for dinner!” Freya called as she hurriedly walked back into the estate. Two guards flanked her the second she stepped inside, a silent presence as she flitted through the halls that lead towards her bedroom. She slyly greeted servants as she went, waving and offering kind smiles. She wasn’t supposed to acknowledge them as a member of the royal family. According to her father and brothers, they were no better than dogs for them to use as they pleased.

She dumped the materials on her desk the second she entered her room, her shoulders dropping in time with the loud clang that the metal in her bag made against her old wooden desk. Not wanting to waste any more of the day than she already had, she ran herself a quick bath. As much as she enjoyed stupidly twiddling her thumbs with her equally bored mother in the courtyard, Freya had better things to do with her day.

She changed into a looser maroon dress that fell to her ankles, as well as a pair of delicate flats. Beron had forbidden her to wear boots, pants, or shirts outside of her room. The only articles of clothing she owned that was not bought and tailored for her was a pair of boots Lucien had gifted her for her sixteenth birthday, a black tunic and a pair of brown riding pants, both of which had been another gift from Eris for the fall harvest. Grabbing her leather satchel, gifted to her by Johan, she stuffed the three items into her bag. She layered a picnic blanket on top so as to not rouse suspicion before setting out again.

Loud voices turned to hushed whispers as she stepped out into the hall. Her two guards had been caught in a conversation, or scolding by the looks of it, with the eldest Vanserra child.

“Prince Eris, we are under orders from our High Lord.” Ajax said. He had always been Freya’s favorite guard, he had been with her since before her memory served. He was the most lenient, if only because he enjoyed seeing that rare smile grace her features. Tolin was her other personal guard. He was much more strict than Ajax, but only because he wished to see the princess unharmed.

Beron had never laid hands on her before, and Tolin would make damn sure it stayed that way.

“Good for you. Freya, let's go.” Her eldest brother beckoned her to him with an impatient crook of his pointer finger. There was always an argument when Eris came to retrieve her. Halfhearted on her guards’ part, but an argument nonetheless.

“Be back before dinner,” Tolin muttered as Freya was yanked away from them by Eris. She nodded her head and smiled towards the male before the scene in front of her disappeared.

When her feet touched the ground again she was standing outside of Eris’s personal residence. All the boys had at least one house that they managed to hide from their father, Eris’s was the most popular.

“Can you tell your glorified babysitters to stop pestering me about father’s bullshit orders everytime I come to retrive you?” Freya smiled.

“Oh, but it's so fun to see how much they aggravate you.”

“Not to me it's not, you little minx.” Eris ruffled her straight hair, earning him a grunt and something else about how long it had taken to fix her hair that morning. Straight only because the curls she had been gifted by her father had been burned out by a flame many years ago. Eris had always wondered what she would have looked like with fiery red hair that sat around her head like a halo.

The first thing Freya did upon crashing the threshold into the house was run to the large bathroom on the first floor. Calling it a house would be too modest, for the foyer they were standing in said the exact opposite. But somehow, in his two hundred years or some odd years of living, Eris had managed to turn the grandeur estate into a place fit for a family.

After quickly relieving herself, the second order of business Freya had to attend to was raiding the kitchen. It was always stocked with her favorites, and Lucien’s. Who, speaking of the devil, was eating her can of peaches, perched atop the counter looking for all the world like he belonged there.

“Those were for me,” Freya whined as she approached him, readying to snatch the jar out of his hand. Lucien only flashed her that oh-so-aggravating smirk of his and held the can above his head, out of her reach.

“That's the best you got? Try harder next time,” He mocked, sliding a peach slice into his mouth. Lucien nearly shit himself when he saw the first tear cascade down Freya’s face.

The little bitch, he thought as he watched his twin burst out into tears. Quicker than he could stop her she moved behind him to stick her hand under the faucet. She dunked her face underneath the water, effectively soaking the top of her head.

“No. Freya. Stop it.” If Eris heard her. No, when Eris heard her, he was sure to have Lucien's head for making his favorite sibling cry.

Maybe he hadn’t heard. Lucien rationalized, maybe he’s occupied with something.

“What the hell happened. I leave for two seconds and,” Eris had been yelling at them before he had even set foot in the kitchen, and he cut himself off at what he saw. Lucien, sitting on the counter with a jar of peaches raised above his head. And Freya drenched standing beneath him.

“Out.” Eris barked at Lucien.

“No. Hey, I didn’t even do anything. I swear she just came in here and-,”

“Out, you fucking idiot. Don’t make me tell you again.” Eris wasn’t looking at him as he spoke, for he had already tucked Freya to his chest and started to dry her soaked head with a towel. Lucien scowled as he trudged out of the kitchen to find another room in the house to inhabit. Freya couldn’t help the small smirk that came to her face as she watched her brother leave, feeling more than satisfied with herself and her little performance.

“You can stop sniffling now, I get it.” Eris said when he was sure Lucien was out of hearing range. Freya laughed, taking the towel he had been using to dry her out of his hands to clean herself.

“That was fun.” Yes, tormenting her twin had become her favorite pastime recently. As her boredom grew with each day, so did her ambitiousness around her brothers.

“I think he might’ve pissed himself a bit. You terrified the poor lad.”

“He’ll live.” Eris smiled.

“I hid another can for you on the lowest level of the pantry. Take it up to your room.” Freya squealed with glee, clapped her hands together and dashed towards the cupboard, returning to Eris with a can of peaches in her hand and a bright smile on her face. He handed her a spoon before motioning with his head to the staircase that led to the upper three levels of the house. Freya took care not to run into Lucien again as she made her way to her room.

When she was younger, Eris had let her choose and design her room in the house. It was one of the first times she had ever been able to choose what she wanted, even if it was over something as simple as choosing a chest of drawers to store her clothes in. The room was beautiful, with a balcony and a bathroom built into it. Her other brothers always gave her shit for the fact that she was the only one with an en suite bathroom, and when they asked Eris about it he told them that it wouldn’t be fair for her to have to share it with the rest of the animals she was related to.

“Did Lucien steal your peaches again?” A voice asked from the doorway of the room.

“Of course he did. Eris saved me another can.”

“Of course he did,” Aliath said as he walked to the balcony.

“Is there a reason for this impromptu visit?” Freya asked as she took a sip of the tea she had poured for herself. She made sure to keep a stash of leaves in her room at all times. It was fairly easy to make considering the fact that she could boil whenever she wanted thanks to the small amount of firepower she had inherited from her mother.

“I see your vocabulary lessons are going smoothly. Yes, there was, actually.” He reached into his jacket to pull out a rectangular box.

“Happy Early Birthday, sister.” Freya smiled as she took the box from his hands, beginning to unwrap the delicate paper that encased it.

“My birthday isn’t for another two months.” Aliath shrugged like that statement meant nothing at all. Freya gasped when she finally saw the contents wrapped within, causing her to rip away the paper all more furiously.

A book, not a box. And not just any.

A book documenting the history of all the Solar Courts.

The histories of all the Seasonal Courts were grilled into her head since forever, her mother had insisted on teaching her about the relations of their neighboring courts, ones that they would be in alliance for many years to come. Her father had been less than thrilled and monitored her every step of her educational journey, but as long as she sat quietly and didn’t go getting any crazy ideas from her teachings he had no issue.

One thing Beron hated more than anything in this world was one of his children acting out of line. That was where the punishments came in.

“I’ll never understand why you enjoy reading this nonsense. But, if it brings that smile to your face everytime you lay your eyes upon it, I'll continue to empty my coffers.” He had always been the most charming, in a boyish sort of way. His shaggy red hair and freckled face only added to the appeal that had women shyly handing him their letters of confession whenever he went into town.

“Thank you, Ali,” Freya said as she smoothed the intricately designed cover of the book. It was full of golden swirls that weaved through the letters that created the title. It had been risen from the page in a way that only a few book makers knew how to do. He must have searched long and hard for this copy.

“Does this make me your favorite brother now?” He asked.

“No. But this does significantly drop Lucien's ranking,” He laughed, smacking his hand against the door.

“I expect something as magnificent for my name day as well.”

“Goodbye Ali. You gave me this book so let me read it in peace.” Another laugh fluttered through the hallway as he left her alone to explore her new gift. Freya managed to read a little under a quarter of the Dawn Court section before she was called to dinner by one of the few maids that Eris had hired. Few, because most everyone in the Autumn Court was too scared or cowardly to go against Beron and serve his sons.

“Dinner is ready, princess.” The older faerie called after she placed three quiet knocks on her bedroom door. Freya made sure to clean up the small mess she had made and find a place for her new book on her massive shelf before leaving the room to go to the first level of the house. The dining room overlooked the sprawling grounds, with massive windows scaling the walls.

“You managed to tear yourself away,” Aliath noted as she took a seat. “I’m impressed.” Freya rolled her eyes. They ate dinner an hour before the main estate did, ensuring that whoever stayed at Eris’ would have enough time to eat and make it back to the manor before Beron’s mandatory family dinner each night. Because of this, the meals they ate here were usually smaller; appetizer courses, at least for Freya. The boys could eat their weight thrice over, especially Lucien. Among the other idiotic rules Beron has placed on Freya over the course of her life, her strict meal time and portions was one of them.

He had always said he needed to keep her slim and small because those features were more likely to attract better males. A baby, he wanted to keep her a baby for her future husband. The thought made her sick.

Not that his methods had worked. Beron had no idea how the female body operated.

“Tear herself away from what?” Lucien asked as he entered the room, taking his spot next to his sister.

“Her birthday present.”

“Her birthday isn’t for another two months.” Lucien responded.

“That’s what I said!”

“Pushover,” Lucien muttered as he glared at his plate.

“Do you three ever shut up?” Eris said by way of greeting as he too walked into the room.

“If you don’t like it you can leave.” Aliath responded.

“This is my house.” The answering eyebrow raise he received made it clear that Ali didn’t care.

“Eat, you fucking vultures.” With a wave of his hand, plates of food appeared on the table. Freya speared straight for the desert; peach cobbler was her favorite. But, after receiving a look of disapproval from Eris she scooped mashed potatoes and a small portion of steak onto her plate as well.

They drank, ate and laughed until the hour was over, and it was time to return to the Forest House. Freya had over indulged that evening, resulting in her current groggy state. She always got tired after a big meal.

“I am not carrying you. You got me in trouble earlier.” Lucien said with a look of exasperation as he turned to his sister, his arms flapping wildly in front of his face.

“And I said I was sorry. Please,” Freya begged for the upteenth time in the past five minutes.

“No.” Lucien said.

“Yes.” His face morphed into one of indignation. “You’re supposed to do things for me as my older brother.” She continued.

“I will savor those five minutes until the day I die.” Nothing had ever been easy with Lucien. Sure, the twins had their tender moments, but they were few and far between. Freya enjoyed pushing him to the edge of his patience, then putting him in a compromising position with one of her other brothers. It never failed to amuse her how he’d stand there with his mouth open, gaping like a fish.

“Nobody’s carrying anyone. Freya, you have two perfectly capable legs. Use them.” Eris always knew when to step in to stop a potentially disastrous fight.

“Pampered Princess.” Aliath muttered under his breath as he passed them on his way out the front door. Freya was going to retort, but she couldn’t argue much with the truth.

“Any day now you three. Am I the only one in this god forsaken family with a sense of time?” And just like that, the Aliath that Freya hated had returned.

She savored the nights like this where they congregated at Eris’ estate. Free to roam the ground as they wished - free to be as they wished. It was never easy to say goodbye to the secret that was their familiar bond whenever they returned to the castle, but it had to be done. For all of their sakes. Aliath was cocky, so incredibly cocky it made her want to vomit. Eris’ was too, but he had always had a knack for pissing people off with his smooth words, where Ali usually used his talents to sleep with the various men and women of the court.

Lucien, as the seventh and last son, was mostly forgotten about, which allowed him to run rampant through the towns and cities in Autumn with little regard to how it reflected on his father. Hell, some people didn’t even know their High Lord had a seventh son. Damon was the stoic serious one, and that wasn’t a facade. Freya enjoyed the quiet that his company brought. He never forced her to speak, or bothered her with terrible jokes and stories. He sat with her, read with her, drank tea with her when she wished. Johan was rarely at home. He spent most of his time living in the small region of his court that Beron let him rule over; he only returned for holidays and special occasions. She missed him, he had always been soft with her, even more so than Eris. The other two though … she was convinced being heartless assholes was really just who they were.

Grabbing the bag she left in the foyer, she followed Eris out of the house. When he finished locking the doors and securing the wards, he winnowed them back to the lower levels of the House. Lucien and Aliath left directly after, each winnowing into their own quarters.

“I’ll walk you back.” Eris said in a way that made it seem like he wasn’t waiting for a response. He offered her his arm, which she gladly took, before walking up the stairs. Freya kept her gaze straight and eyes down as they passed people, servants and nobles. Eris stopped to make conversation a few times about things she couldn’t care less about. But she stood, and smiled stupidly just the same. It was hard not to cringe as the men eyed her like a piece of meat, and it didn’t help that Eris even added his two cents in.

He’s just pretending. She often found herself saying. This isn’t real.

“When is her name day, My Lord.” Oh god.

“A little under two months time,” Eris responded. Freya kept her eyes glued to the floor.

“My, how quickly has she grown. I remember when she was just a little babe.” She didn’t even know who this man was.

“Have you found her a husband yet?” The other man asked. There it was, she thought. People didn’t bother to address her anymore unless it had to do with the fact that Beron still hadn’t secured a match for her.

“Not yet. There are not many fit to have such a beautiful bride.” The three men chuckled and turned all their gazes towards her.

“What about you little lady? You must be thrilled.”

“I am very! These next two months couldn’t go any faster.” She didn’t wish that at all.

“If I may, my lord, I recommend my son as an excellent choice. Whatever her dowry, we can pay it. It would do both of our houses good to have such a fortunate match.” Right, this man was the top trader for Autumn Court, securing most if not all of their Seafood from the Summer Court. She had a feeling that Beron wanted to aim higher than a mere trader's son.

“That won’t be necessary. Your son is nowhere near the stature we are looking for, and neither is your family.” She tried, she really did, to keep her laughter to herself, but gods, was it hard. Instead what managed to slip past her lips was something between a gasp and a cough, resulting in Eris roughly squeezing her arm in warning.

“My lord, I didn’t mean to insult,”

“But you did. That will be all gentlemen.” There was no more room for the other men to talk with Eris’s closing statement. Bowing deep at the waist, the men left, mumbling incoherently to each other as they nearly ran from her brother's sight.

“Over my dead body are you marrying a man that smells like fish.” Eris grumbled as they continued their trek to the dining hall.

Finn, Neels and Damon had already arrived and taken their informally assigned seats next to each other on the left side of the table. Eris went to claim his seat next to Neels, the closest to their father who sat at the head. Their mother’s seat was opposite of Eris on Beron’s other side, where she sat quietly until called upon, which was rarely ever. Lucien and Aliath had yet to make themselves known, but she assumed they’d be here soon enough. Walking to the table, Freya took her spot at the very end of the right side of the table, diagonal from Finn. Johan’s seat was in front of hers, but it was left empty most of the year, leaving her sat at the end of the table. Isolated.

“Sister,” He said in a way that could only be described as a sneer. Freya bowed her head out of respect for her older brother, keeping her eyes off of his until he chose to regard her for a second time.

“Look at you, little lamb. You know your manners.” Neels chuckled from beside him as he watched the exchange.

“Speak.” He demanded.

“Thank you, brother.” They were grown ass men, why did they derive such pleasure from making her humiliate herself?

“Am I going deaf or did I just hear our dearest sister thank Finnagan?” Aliath said by way of greeting as he flung open the double doors to the hall, Lucien hot on his heels.

“She was practicing her manners.”

“Oh? And what of your manners Finny? I haven’t seen them in well over fifty years.”

“You haven’t even been alive that long.”

Aliath shrugged, “I rest my case.”

Freya looked up at Lucien as he pulled his seat from the table to perch next to her, and the look he gave her said that he had no idea what their older brother was on about either. She looked down at her silverware before she accidentally let her face shift. It was silent after that, at least until Damon spoke.

“Do any of you have the slightest idea why father was so chipper today?” Freya nearly choked. Her father? Chipper? No.

“Chipper? Not sure if that’s the word I’d use for it. More like predatory satisfaction.” Aliath said. He sure loved to hear himself talk.

“Predatory indeed,” Eris scoffed.

“He’s been bragging about ‘it’ all day. I sat in on the war council meeting earlier and he seemed about ready to hold a feast.”

“It. What’s ‘it’?” Lucien asked. Damon cut him a glare.

“Do you think I’d be calling it, ‘it’ if I fucking knew what it was?” Lucien’s mouth snapped shut, Neels snickered.

“I suppose we’ll find out to-,” The booming sound of the double doors crashing yet again cut one of the siblings off, and none of them had to turn around to figure out who it was.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Beron stalked silently across the hall, Odessa following quietly behind him. He wore his official clothes and his crown of fire sat proudly atop his head. An occasion indeed for their father to be dressed to the nines for a simple family dinner. But Damon had been right, Beron was positively thrilled as he took his seat at the head of the table. He didn’t greet his children before snapping his fingers to make their feast appear on the table. Lamb and steak were the meats for the night, followed with glorious side dishes. Gravy, potatoes, stew, vegetables, fruits, cheeses, and tons of new, fancy looking foods that Freya had never seen before.

And she could eat next to none of it.

Beron clapped his hands once more and Freya and Odessa’s meager plates appeared in front of them. A small portion of vegetables next to a few pieces of the lamb, and a full cup of wine.

“I’ve never seen this kind of meat before, father. Where on earth did you acquire it from?” Aliath asked as he looked at something that appeared to be some sort of winged animal...with...legs?

“Cornelious, my boy.” Eris’ eyes shot up at the term of endearment from Beron, directed at Aliath no less, who was an embarrassment to the family that their father made a point to ignore.

“The High Lord of Spring?” Damon questioned, suddenly interested in the topic of conversation. Freya looked down the table towards her mother to see what she might gauge of all this. Unsurprisingly, her face was blank, eyes cast down onto her plate as she picked at it pathetically.

“Indeed.” He refused to go on but looked down the table like he was itching for someone to ask him another question about his oh-so-fancy meats and who exactly had given them to him. A spoiled little boy, that’s what her father was.

“And why, exactly, is Cornelious giving you expensive Spring dishes? Don’t tell me it’s out of the goodness of that bastard’s heart.” Neels was the one who decided to humor the man.

Beron smiled, a terrifying thing that held nothing but the promise of pain, and looked to his daughter. It was too knowing, too unkind to be something that would make her happy.

“I’d be careful how you speak of your in-laws, Neels.”

Freya was incredibly thankful that there wasn’t much in her stomach at that moment, because she truly thought she might throw it up all over their expensive table.

“What?” Eris said, struck dumb by the words that left his mouth. All eyes were frantically moving between where Freya sat, shaking, and Beron at the head of the table. Freya’s mind was reeling. Which brother? Tamlin? Gods, she hoped so. Please let it be that absolute angel of a boy. Donivan, potentially, but he was the middle son and held no standing. That only left…

She felt Lucien’s hand grab hers under the table, a tether to reality that she so desperately needed. In the few seconds she had dove into her own mind, the table had erupted into chaos. Eris and Aliath were shouting, actually shouting at Beron. Damon, like the saint he was, was trying to diffuse the situation. Odessa was silently crying, and for once in their lives, Neels and Finn didn’t know what to do.

“...to that monster. How could you!” Ali yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in Berons face. He called for the guards outside the door, snarling something to the boy about a promised beating later. She wanted to leave again and escape into her mind, but the clamor of dishes being thrown and the loud voices made it hard. Aliath and Eris were both dragged from the room by the guards, and when the doors slammed shut so did everyone's mouths.

“Do any of you other impudent fuck-ups have anything else to say on your dear sister’s behalf?” Beron roared. A vein popped from his forehead, his usually tan-white face the color of the leaves that littered her home.

Her home.

Her.

“Please, no,” She whimpered. The reality of it all came crashing down on her.

He would be here to see her before securing the match, and they would travel between Spring and Autumn until the wedding. The months would turn into weeks, then days, then hours before she left. Before she became a wife. Before she became her mother.

“Not a word from you. Not a fucking word.” Freya flinched and squeezed Lucien’s hand till his skin ran pale. He did not wince. For once in their godforsaken lives, Neels and Finn sat quietly, and neither would meet her eye.

Cowards. All of them were fucking cowards.

But so was she.

So who was she to judge?

“May I ask who?” Freya said after what could have been hours of silence. Beron quirked an eyebrow and looked ready to strike her down, but she asked again.

“Which brother will I be wed to?”

“Cornelious’ heir, you stupid little thing. Kane. Kane Ambrose.”

Fuck.

#acotar x reader #acotar fluff #acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel angst #azriel x oc #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien x reader #eris x reader #f4irycafefics🗃#gg's acotar

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sturmmhond · 3 years

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the ACOTAR has always had a popular fan base and the fact that there’s so many posts under the tags of #antifeyre #anti ACOTAR #anti Rhysand gives me hope for humanity. That we’re all not actually mindlessly consuming it. I don’t mean to insult ACOTAR stans but how can you support these characters, how can you just let their actions be excusable just because they’re attractive. Ya novels are supposed to be relatable and there are things in this series not meant to be glorified, since it romanticises everything a young adult shouldn’t. Everything Feyre has done has been motivated by men, it’s the lack of independency that gets me because she’s always portrayed as this strong woman when in fact, everything she has every done has either been for Tamlin or for Rhys, not for herself (at the beginning it was for her sisters but I’m not focused on that). What I’m trying to get at is that she was brought into the fae world by a man, brought back as fae by 7 men, she overcame her trauma in book 2 because of sweet words by a man. Throughout this series, her agency has always been held by someone else. Rhysand’s words do not convince me, it felt like some sort of Manipulative plot Everytime he tried to give her a choice.

WHEW nonnie, you came through!! very girlboss (neutral) of you (honorific) 💖💖💖

i’m all open for opposing opinions. so if any fans of the series would like to give their two cents on it, i’m more than open to hear you out! maybe there’s things i’ve missed in my reading and interpretation of the series regarding the dynamics of these characters.

but last time i extended this curtesy i was called delusional on my own blog, so idk 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

#răspuns #nonnie #everything said above was worded so eloquently i have nothing else of value to add 😌💖💖 gg girlbosses #anti acotar #anti sjm #long post

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unapologeticallya · 6 years

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Incorrect Quotes

Lucien: So you've been purposely driving a wedge between me and Tamlin?

Feyre: The point is I did it to protect you.

Rhys: Me? I just hate the guy.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #lucien #feyre #rhys #rhysand #tamlin #sjm #sjmaas #sarah j maas #ya lit #fantasy #incorrect quotes #gossip girl #gg #my post #look what you made me queue

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believer25 · 4 months

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ACOTAR Characters favorite K-pop groups: (Part 1)

I'm bored and I can't sleep so I decided to combine two things that I love Kpop and Acotar. I chose the groups because of the vibe. I don't have much explanation.

Lucien: Red Velvet (My man has TASTE)

Elain: GFRIEND + NCT Dream (She is like cute and fun concepts)

Cassian: BTS (He would be sad to see them at the army, but proud at the same time) + 2nd Gen Groups

Nesta: (G)I-dle + Le Sserafim (She loves BG too)

Amren: Aespa + Enhypen

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roleplayfinder · 2 months

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Fandoms I seek include:

Saltburn

Downton Abbey

ACOTAR (Cassian, Rhys)

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

Merlin (bbc show)

The Mortal instruments: Shadowhunters (Jace)

Sherlock (Sherlock)

Skins

Pitch Perfect

Supernatural 😍 (Dean)

The Office (us)

Brooklyn Nine Nine 😍

Superstore

My life With the Walter Boys 😍❤️ (Cole, Will)

Ginny and Georgia ❤️(Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

#bxg #longterm #romance #detailed #drama #literate #advanced #dark #sweet #shadowhunters roleplay

#eighteen and over #saltburn #saltburn roleplay #saltburn rp #downton abbey #downton abbey roleplay #downton abbey rp #acotar #acotar roleplay #acotar rp #bridgerton #queen charlotte #merlin #gg #tmi

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icedflames · 3 years

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Are you ready for this??

Give me your top ten ships from any fandom.

P.S. My name is a palindrome and I want you to send this question to me 😂😎

I wonder who this could be 🙃

Alright:

Elain and Azriel - ACOTAR

Feyre and Rhys - ACOTAR

Katara and Zuko - ATLA

Hermione and Draco - HP

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy - P&P

Simon and Eliana - Empirium Trilogy

Aelin and Rowan - TOG

Blair and Chuck - GG

Alina and the Darkling - Grishaverse

Persephone and Hades - Mythology (lmao let me live)

This was so freaking hard ahhhh

#asks

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goforwardgreenwriter-blog · 6 years

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The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 21 - 22

Tumblr deleted the first draft of this so I had to redo all of it. Isn’t. That. Just. Great.

Last chapter ended with Dorian and Rowan meeting Rolfe in his office, and true to SJM’s nature, the next chapter immediately picks up where the last one left off. Cut out a lot of the padding and all of these scenes could easily fit into one chapter, but it wouldn’t be a shitty YA novel without padding.

A wry half smile tugged on Rolfe’s lips, the upper-left corner flecked with a small scar. Hopefully not from Aelin.

Because Rolf, a Pirate Lord involved in plenty of illegal activity and battling, couldn’t have possibly gotten a scar from anyone else but that one encounter with Aelin????

“A man who likes ink as much as I do,” Rolfe said with an appreciative nod. “I think you and I will get along just fine, Prince.” “Male,” Rowan corrected. “Fae males are not human men.”

Ungh this is beyond weird. I get that other humanoid species might use male/female as opposed to men/women, that’s not a huge issue, it’s just so weird that they insist on being addressed as males.... also does Rolfe have an ink kink or what.

Rowan gave Dorian a nod to sit. The flames on the candles burning throughout guttered as they passed, and claimed their seats.

The fuck is the meaning of that comma? Makes it sound like the candles are claiming the seats instead of R and D.

“According to the messengers who arrived yesterday,” Rolfe said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Duke Perrington—or should I call him King Perrington now?—issued a decree, signed by the majority of Adarlan’s lords and ladies, naming you, Majesty, an enemy to your kingdom, and claiming that he liberated Rifthold from your claws after you and the Queen of Terrasen slaughtered so many innocents this spring.

Oh, shit. I don’t really care about Aelin but I feel pretty bad for Dorian.

Rolfe went on, perhaps a bit more gently, “Your brother has been named Perrington’s heir and Crown Prince.” Oh gods. Hollin was a child, but still … something had rotted in him, festered—

Oh no, not Hollin! Not the guy who.... has had little to no dialogue, appeared officially in like one scene, and was only mentioned about three times.....not that character!

[Dorian] wished Chaol were with him.

Rolfe sat forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “You must be desperate indeed, then.” A glance at Rowan. “And is your queen equally desperate for my aid?” “My queen,” Rowan said, “is not a part of this discussion.”

Oh silly Rowan, don’t you know every chapter is required to have at least one Aelin splooge feast?

According to Rolfe’s hand map there’s some spooky beasts afoot that killed most of his crew some time ago.

Rolfe’s pale green eyes darkened. “Sea-wyverns. Witches rule the skies with their wyverns—but these waters are now ruled by beasts bred for naval battle, foul corruptions of an ancient template.

HELL YEAH SEA WYVERNS!! I have to give SJM credit by at least including different types of dragons. Sea wyverns are fucking awesome, I hope this concept actually goes somewhere.

Two golden-haired males appeared in the doorway.

Hooo boy, more Fae males. Just what I wanted......

Immediately after the two Fae show up, the chapter ends, and Chapter 22 once again picks off right where the previous chapter left off. Jesus tap dancing Christ. Doing this once or twice is fine but SJM does this with literally every chapter!!! Without this cliff hanger BS there’s be at least 10 less chapters in this book.

But the dark-eyed, bronze-skinned male—so handsome that Dorian blinked—smirked at the dagger shivering beside his head.

PFFFT. And SJM/the fandom continuously insist that Dorian is 100% straight. I’m laughing so hard I’m not even mad at SJM continuing to describe all of her good characters as drop dead gorgeous.

Fenrys—Gavriel. Dorian knew those names. Rowan had mentioned them during their journey here … Two members of Rowan’s cadre.

That em dash is so weirdly placed. Also, I predict lots of dick waving between Fenrys and Rowan once Aelin shows up.

Dorian released his magic into himself. It settled into his core like a bit of dropped ribbon.

??? I take back my compliment of magic being written interestingly ?????

Gavriel and Fenrys go to eat lunch and everyone goes with. Just explaining this because there’s a bunch of filler of them just sitting around and not doing anything of interest.

“Maeve’s armada sails for this continent.” Dorian was glad he didn’t have anything in his stomach.

Oh yeah, remember Maeve? Honestly, I find her pointless? We already have a main villain, is she really needed? Other than someone for Aelin to prove her superiority against IG.....

Eyllwe … Maeve had to know how dear the kingdom was to Aelin.

Oh my godddd forget the innocent people that may be killed, injured, or lose their homes if Maeve pillages their kingdom, nope, it’s all about poor wittle Aelin’s feefees.

At the mention of lover, Rowan gave Fenrys a lethal stare. The beautiful male—really, there was no way to describe him other than that—just shrugged.

Let me remind you again that this is from Dorian’s POV. He truly is a bicon. And it begs the question... if all of SJM’s characters are beautiful, is there, in fact, no beautiful people in this universe? Since everyone is beautiful, wouldn’t that cancel out actually being beautiful, since ‘ugly’ people apparently don’t exist? This is the most entertainment I’ve gotten from these chapters tbh.

Rowan flicked his eyes toward the stairs behind Rolfe. “You’re dismissed.” Fenrys choked on a dark laugh, but Gavriel straightened as Rolfe hissed, “I don’t care who you are and what power you wield. You don’t give me orders in my territory.”

Rolfe isn’t being unreasonable here?? It’s portrayed as “oh look how cool and badass Rowan is” but this isn’t Rowan’s territory?? He is in no position to give orders god I hate him so much

Rolfe throws them all out of his place because Rowan was being a bossy lil bitch. Gg Rowan.

Fenrys snorted, toying with a small curl of golden hair at his nape. “How you even manage to walk with that much steel on you, Whitethorn, has always been a mystery to me.” Rowan said smoothly, “How no one has ever cut out your tongue just to shut you up has always been a mystery to me as well.” An edged chuckle. “I’ve been told it’s my best feature. At least the women think so.”

So I’m finally reading the ACOTAR series also by SJM, and holy shit, this is literally the exact same character as Cassian. Way to be creative, SJM.

All of a sudden Rowan halts the story to give a huge info dump on Fenrys’ backstory? Yeah this is a sign of great writing; rather than weaving information in small chunks to the audience, Rowan just basically explains Fenrys’ backstory to himself for... reasons.

Fenrys has a twin brother who took the oath to Maeve, thus prompting Fenrys to also take an oath to free his brother. Admittedly that does endear Fenrys to me a bit more, since it shows that he clearly cares about his brother enough to sacrifice his own freedom for him, but I’d rather learn that slowly rather than read one big info dump about it, thank you.

Rowan pinned Fenrys with a look. The White Wolf of Doranelle smiled right back at him.

Wait a minute..... Fenrys is called The White Wolf.... but on Aedion’s wiki it says-

Oh come the fuck on! You couldn’t think of another dangerous animal to symbolize your characters, SJM?

Fenrys and Gavriel are here to hunt Lorcan for his crimes, and this is portrayed as an earth shattering discovery....? I mean, I don’t give a shit about Lorcan. Or most of these characters, if I’m being honest.

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti sjm #anti tog #anti eos

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internetfriendsarethebest · 6 years

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Sup

So. Just call me harlee. I'm almost 15 years old and from Europe. My hobbies are watching YouTube (shane Dawson, mista gg, jackfilms, Elvis the alien, Cody ko,), reading books (and ranting about books that I dislike) and I love memes more than anything, I have a dark homour. I love ranting about tog and acotar(I'm an anti) , though I Stan Manon, elide and nesta and low key darrow (rowboat and Alien can choke) I love emo and Rock music. Honestly I still live in 2006 lol. I also love drawing even though I'm not good at it. I'm not into anime but occasionally I read a Manga. If we talk please, please make the first move, I'm always so scared that I'm too much and that I annoy you. So yeah, this is getting long. I'm also that person who loves to text on weekend through pretty much half the night, I will also send you way too many yeemo memes. But I do this because I love you. My tumblr so iwillfindanameforthis So please don't be afraid to talk to me.

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littlegayferret-blog · 6 years

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I was tagged by @highladyofcoffee

RULES: List ten of your favorite characters in ten different fandoms (in no particular order), and then tag ten people.

Wow. This is hard. And I’ll just list random characters that come to mind, but I haven’t read anything in ages so there isn’t much variety. Oh well

1. Aelin - TOG

2. Manon - TOG

3. Hermione - HP

4. Arnold the Pygmy Puff - HP

5. Paris - GG

6. Birkhoff - Nikita