#gwen archeron

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 33

A/N: With the celestial ball fast approaching, the fifth years are on the lookout for romance.

Warnings: mild angst/pining.

OCs featured/mentioned: Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co, Gwen Archeron @thatravenpuffwitch, Primrose Gray and Jesse Seymour @endlessly-cursed, Nadia Erbland @gcldensnitch, William Devlin @unfortunate-arrow, Reuben Willows @that-scouse-wizard, Leila Hellebore @whatwouldvalerydo, Winona Rosewood @usernoneexistent, Nolan Miller @hogwartsmysteryho, Henry Lovecraft @lifeofkaze

April 1897

The Easter holidays had come and gone both all too quickly and far too slowly. With no classes to attend, the two week break had been spent reading books, browsing the shops in Hogsmeade village, and eating copious amounts of chocolate. Anyone would have thought that the idea of returning to a normal school routine the following morning would have cast a dark cloud over the final night of the break, but the fifth year Ravenclaws remained in high spirits. After all, the end of the holidays meant that they were closer to May, when the Celestial Ball would be taking place.

The ball was all anyone had been able to talk about since the Headmaster had made his announcement at the end-of-term feast. Héloïse was half-bored by the endless discussions of dress robes and dance cards and music and escorts. She had never enjoyed spending time in large crowds of people, and so dances and balls had never been exciting prospects to her. And yet…

Perhaps it was because she was now sixteen, no longer a mere child and only a year away from being a grown woman, but each time she heard someone mention what they were planning on wearing or who they hoped to dance with, she felt her heart lift slightly and begin to beat faster in her chest, as if it were already trying to dance. She watched boys asking girls if they might escort them to the ball with fascination, paying attention to the nervous ones’ shaking hands and hopeful eyes, and the confident ones’ polished manner of talking, and the giddy giggles of the girls and their friends after they made their responses. She had read all about the peculiar alignment of stars that the Celestial Ball celebrated, and each night had stolen away to the Astronomy tower in order to see the stars’ progression, as they crept closer and closer to the positions they would hold on the night of the ball.

She was looking forward to the Celestial Ball, really looking forward to it, and that surprised her.

With the return of the school locomotive engine earlier in the evening, the Ravenclaw common room was busier and louder than it had been in the previous two weeks, and the students who had spent the holidays at home were quickly being filled in on what they had missed during the break.

“Oh, I’m so glad that Jesse asked if he could escort you. I’d have felt so guilty being escorted if that meant leaving you to go alone. Now I can attend with William and a clear conscience!” Primrose Grey, who Héloïse had come to realise always knew everything about everyone, was telling her friend Nadia Erbland. Primrose’s blue eyes scanned the room as she continued, “I do believe that most people have arranged to be escorted by someone now. Reuben asked Leila Hellebore straight away, and I think Nolan has now asked Winona Rosewood, as well. In fact” - her eyes settled on Héloïse and her dorm mates - “I know who everyone is going with except for you three.”

Siobhan cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, aye?”

“Yes indeed,” said Primrose, with a nod. “So, then. Do tell. Will you all have escorts, or are you going to fill your dance cards on the night?”

“I’m leaving it to the night itself,” Gwendolyn answered. “I think it’s more exciting that way, somehow. Shiv is going to be escorted, though.”

“Who by?”

“Galen Stagg.”

“Really?”

“I don’t see why you are so surprised,” said Siobhan tersely. “Everyone and their granny knows we are friends.”

“Friends, yes, but-”

“Well, then. We shall attend the ball together, and that shall be that, and we shall hear no more on the matter.”

There was a finality to Shiv’s tone that made even Gwen raise an eyebrow and share a glance with Héloïse. Prim pursed her lips slightly, but she turned to Héloïse looking nonplussed.

“Et toi, Héloïse?”

It took Héloïse a few seconds to decide in which language she should reply to Prim’s question. Once she had opted for English, it took her another moment to pick her words.

“I am to go with no one,” she told Primrose, her voice sounding almost defeated in her ears.

“No?” Prim asked. She tilted her head, and Héloïse shook her own.

“No one is asking me.”

That was the problem, Héloïse realised. That was why she sounded and felt so disappointed. She wanted someone to ask her - she wanted Jim to ask her - but now that was seeming an increasingly less likely prospect. And even though Shiv told her that there were stil days to come before the ball, and Gwen said that he may even ask to partner with her on the night, in her heart she knew that he would not do so. There had been plenty of opportunities in which he might have asked her, and yet he had not. With the Celestial Ball now less than a week away, there was only one logical conclusion that Héloïse could draw: that he did not want to attend with her.

The very idea filled her with a deep, unshakeable sense of melancholy, one that accompanied her through the remainder of the evening, until eventually she retired from the Ravenclaw common room and escaped to her usual meditation spot in the Astronomy tower.

She had intended to rest awhile under the light of the moon and wallow in her self-pity alone, however, she soon found herself being interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared, and an elongated shadow of a wizard appear on the ground beside her. She sat up straight, her chest lifting with her heart. Could it be…

“Jim?”

“I am afraid not,” the newcomer replied, his peculiar accent making his identity known before Héloïse turned to see his face. “Alas, you seem disappointed by the fact.”

Héloïse smiled sadly as her friend Henry Lovecraft approached and sat down beside her.

“Yes. No. I am not…” she sighed. “I do not wish to be rude. I am sorry.”

Henry shook his head. “It is no bother. What is wrong? Are you homesick?”

“No.”

“Then whatever is the matter?”

“I… It is the ball,” saiid Héloïse. “It is so close, and so many girls have been asked by boys if they can to go with them, and no one is asking to go with me.”

“No one at all?” Henry asked, one eyebrow raised as if he knew that there was only one person who mattered. Héloïse shrugged wordlessly in response. “Well, I am certain that it is not for lack of wanting.”

“But I think that it must be for this reason. What other reason would there to be?”

“What reason would there be for someone to not wish to attend a ball with you?”

“I do not know,” Héloïse said. “No. I do know. It is because I am too strange, I am thinking. Too different to others.”

Henry laughed quietly. Héloïse frowned at him.

“Quoi?”

“All people are different to others, Heloise,” Henry told her. “And yet, at the same time, we are all the same. It is a paradox, and that paradox is what makes people so very interesting. And the more different a person, the more interesting they are.” He smiled. “I would not describe you as too different, I would simply say that you are extraordinarily interesting.”

Héloïse looked up at the stars, her lips twitching slightly.

“Merci, Henri,” she half -whispered.

“It is but the truth.”

The air was still and silent for a few moments. Eventually, Héloïse turned to Henry and asked him:

“Who are you to go with to the ball?”

“I am not attending with anyone. I do not… I have no wish to attend with anyone in particular, or at all.”

“But it is so romantic, no?”

“Yes, and that is the problem. I prefer to read and observe romance, rather than to partake in it myself,” replied Henry. He sighed. “I do believe that I am rather different to others, too.”

“Perhaps you would like to go with me,” Héloïse suggested, “as my friend.”

Henry frowned. “You do not need to do that, Héloïse. There is still time for the person you…”

“No, there is not. And if I am too different for him, then I prefer to go with someone who is also different.”

“You mean interesting,” Henry corrected her, and she giggled.

“Interesting, yes. So, do you wish to go with me?”

Henry nodded, and the two of them sat together in companionable silence for only a short while before returning to Ravenclaw tower. They may both have been different to others, but their punishment would have been the same had they been caught wandering the castle at night.

#the beginning of a symphony #heloise perrault #henry lovecraft #siobhan llewelyn #gwen archeron #primrose gray #harry potter hogwarts legacy

[endlessly-cursed]

Primrose’s Legacy, Book One, Chapter Three: The First of September

A/N: After months without writing a word, and with the new format, here’s a new chapter of PGL! 

OCs featured: Henry of Alderly, Malcolm Stolberg-Burke & Estelle Stolberg-Burke ( @gaygryffindorgal ) William Devlin very briefly ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Gwen Archeron ( @thatravenpuffwitch ) 

OCs mentioned: Lillian Brokenshire ( @cursebreakerfarrier​) Ophelia Burke ( @the-al-chemist​ ) Simon Battersea ( @unfortunate-arrow​ ) 

Warnings: Prejudice of the time towards magic 

Word Count: 2.4k 

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal​ @nicos-oc-hell​ @slytherindisaster​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @catohphm​ @hphmmatthewluther​ @thatravenpuffwitch​ let me know if you want me to add you or remove you from it! 

20th of July, 1892

Primrose was laughing, riding her horse, Lionheart, as her jet black hair sprawled wildly free, her curls giving in to the wind. She had escaped yet another boring class, and was happy to learn how to be a fast rider. She had a feeling that it’d be a very valuable asset.

She came off her horse to one of the fields that her mother owned, and strutted happily, munching over berries and apples, clueless of her future for a few more minutes. Looking around, she took off her shoes and stockings and dipped her feet into the fresh grass, looking up and smiling, the wind stroking her face. She minded little of it, for it was a hot wind against her pale skin. She was a twenty-five-minute ride away from home, yet it felt like a whole day.

How little would she realise that she’d rarely have time to ride away every time she wished. She was to be viscountess, and her training of now four years had been thorough. She loved it at some extent, and was allowed to learn fencing alongside Henry, whom she loved dearly. She was also clueless that it wouldn’t be him whom she’d be betrothed, as her mother had promised when she thought her asleep. It wasn’t her fate to be a duchess, no, but something greater. And so, the sun set, as well as her fate, as her dear and most loyal servant, Miss Gwyn, came running with all her speed. She was red and sweating, panting and placing her calloused hands on her knees “Viscountess… Victoria… letter… urgent… must…come…now.”

Primrose was quick to gather her small water flask and handed it to Beatrice, who smiled and drank almost all of it, coughing at the speed in which she drank it “Your lady mother. She says… that you got a letter and it says that only you can read it.”

Primrose nodded, fully aware of what that meant. It was either revealing her future posh school, or her choice of groom. She quickly rode Lionheart and Beatrice with her, and rode as fast as she could, for she was still very much an amateur. As she dismounted, she could spot Henry’s horse, Bucephalus, and frowned. But her mother took priority.

She was quick to rush to her office. She was wearing a mauve dress, her hair up and her gaze cold, her eyes on her two icicles who mellowed at the sight of her still very much innocent daughter. Victoria sat down on the ottoman and invited her daughter to do the same.

“My sweet girl, you are no longer a baby, and I thought I had accepted it… until this letter came.”

“Is it… a letter confirming my betrothal to Henry, mother? His horse is here…”

Victoria frowned, and was quick to tell the servant to attend His Highness as she talked to her daughter.

“No, I haven’t heard from Duchess Louise yet, but trust that I will. No. You remember my school, yes?”

“Yes. It was a secret place that I’d know about soon. Why?”

Victoria then handed her the fateful letter.

Dear Lady Gray,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students will be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Ter5m begins on September 1st, 1892. We await your owl by no later than August 28th. To avoid detention by Muggles, please use the entrance located at King’s Cross Station Downtown London, on platform 9 %34. We look forward having you at our school.

Yours sincerely,

Phineas Black, Headmaster.

Primrose stood in silence as she held the parchment for what felt like a thousand years. Witchcraft? Chambers of Reception? And owl before August 28th? Platform 9 34? Muggles?!

“I... I do not understand. You’re a witch!”

Victoria frowned “I believe I told you.”

“I thought it was a tale to make me fall asleep and foul gossip!” She cried “Am I a witch as well?”

“According to that letter, you are. Do not worry, my sweet flower, they no longer burn or hang them.”

Primrose was speechless. She got up and ran to her father’s own study, and, with letter in hand, thrust the door open… to find her father and a confused Henry there.

“Is it true, father? Am I? A witch?”

Henry looked back at her and his eyes shone with hope “You got that odd letter too, Prim?”

Primrose’s eyes darted towards her father. He nodded and beckoned to come here “Come, my love. You two need to hear it.” He stood in silence before he admitted “I am a wizard as well. I was born into them, actually.”

“You what?!” They both said at the same time.

“It’s true. All the tales we told of you of Hogwarts, magic, monsters, wands and all… it’s real, and they’re claiming you now.”

“Why me? No one in my family has ever been a wizard!” Henry cried.

“Because magic chose you, my boy. Some inherit it, and some are chosen by a force bigger than anything else.”

Primrose bit her lip “About riding brooms… wouldn’t that… fuel the negative propaganda against it?”

Vincent smiled “When did you become wise enough to learn that big word, my sweet flower?” He cleared his throat “Yes, you shall ride brooms, learn to use cauldrons, but worry not, most of the things said like that we eat children and torment the regular people, known as Muggles in that world, is just nonsense by the Roman Catholic Church. There were some cruel wizards and witches, but not to that extent.”

“Not especially encouraging…”

Vincent looked at Henry with a teasing gleam “And we have known kings to behead their own wives and yet, many princesses were encouraged to marry them.”

Primrose looked apologetically at her friend “He has a point there.”

“My point is, I know that it is scary for both of you, but you will be alright, because we’ll be there for you along the way. I have received word from your father to take care of this matter myself, dear boy. Until you graduate, you are under my protection.”

Henry thanked him and he smiled “My family is rather famous. Especially on my mother’s side. They’re wealthy purebloods, called the Fawleys, which makes me a pureblood myself. Once you’ve settled with this matter, come to me. I shall be happy to provide information about our ancestors.”

He kissed Primrose’s head and ruffled Henry’s golden hair. Then, he called for his own servant, who had loyally served him since he was a boy to prepare the children’s things for Hogwarts and spare no expense on either of them. Henry and Primrose looked at one another. Would they go as bride and groom? Only time would tell…

Three weeks later

“I can’t believe we’re getting our own owls to carry messages!” Primrose smiled. They were in what they called Diagon Alley, buying their own supplies. Henry and Primrose marvelled at everything, though they could see some sneers from people, but paid no mind.

“Look! There they are!” Henry pointed.

“Race you there!” Primrose giggled before darting off. They both laughed before arriving at the shop, where they were greeted by a kind face. “How can I be of help, dear?”

“We would like our own owls!” Henry demanded.

“Please,” Primrose mellowed it, nudging Henry. She gave the owner her puppy eyes, which nobody has yet resisted. Vincent had appeared alongside Victoria, who examined something Primrose couldn’t see.

Primrose saw a barn owl, with brown feathers and a kind face, and looked at her father, who was yet to deny her something from the alley. Henry chose a white owl, and both baptised them. Primrose called her Ravenna. The shopkeeper smiled “One of the founders of the school was named Rowena, and founded the House of Ravenclaw. Your mother was sorted there, you know.”

“Then a Ravenclaw I shall be as well!”

“Or a Slytherin, like myself.” Vincent taunted.

Happy, and with their own supplies and fishing chocolate frogs, which fascinated Primrose, both crossed the path back to London, where their respective carriages awaited them.

They only had to wait until it was time to travel to King’s Cross. Primrose could hardly wait.

1st of September, 1892

Primrose was styled in a simple, yet comfortable sitting dress with no corset, for she was still young for it, and a stylish hat. She and Henry would meet at the station. She was nervous to say the least. She had her wand, of Acacia wood, which effect when elected had lightened the whole room and a blue light surrounded her figure.

She took a deep breath and went into the carriage. At King’s Cross, Henry and a trusted servant were there, and they both greeted one another. As they walked, they ran into Lord Stolberg-Burke, who chatted animatedly with his sister. He spotted the rather lost lady and prince and quickly greeted them. He had become taller since she had last seen him, and could tell he was soon to become a man. With a bow to his sister, the Lady Estelle, she asked him “I take you’re attending our same school?”

“It is my third year, actually.”

“And you never told us?”

Malcolm shrugged “The subject never came.”

“It does now, though. We’d be thankful if you told us what to expect.”

Malcolm nodded “Of course. I actually have two left seats on the train. Feel free to join.”

“But the arrangements—,”

Vincent smiled at Earl Stolberg “I am sure Earl Alexander and I can fix that, right, my good friend?”

Alexander shrugged “I won’t refuse a fellow friend in need of aid, certainly.”

Victoria nodded thank you as she continued talking to Countess Celestia. As they reached the point of meeting, Primrose and Henry stared blankly at it. They looked at Malcolm, who shared a knowing stare with his sister “Estelle, do us the honour.”

Estelle smirked and ran towards it, being swallowed by that wall! Henry stared in bewilderment and Primrose nearly screamed, her eyes and mouth in big O’s. Malcolm seemed amused “Ladies first.”

“But what if I fall?”

“The cart is heavy enough to hold you, trust me.”

I must not be afraid, she thought, I am a Somerset, and Somersets fear no one save God and the king.

With her head high, she gripped the cart and started running, coming close to the walls. She closed her eyes and… felt like she was being swallowed by a godly force, and then, as soon as it was over, she reappeared on another station that looked like King’s Cross, but wasn’t quite King’s Cross. An enormous red and black train stood out, and many students of all ages were there, saying goodbye to their parents. Estelle poked her and smiled “It wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

“It was… interesting.”

She chuckled before her brother, Henry and Primrose’s parents appeared. She quickly hugged her mother, and she kissed her head. She kissed Henry’s as well and lifted his chin “Head held high, my darlings, and don’t let them see you’re afraid. You can’t be afraid or weak here. They eat them for breakfast, so…be strong every day, alright?”

They both nodded, and Vincent exchanged some words with the earl, who told Mal to have an eye on these two. Primrose took Henry’s hand and the group came into the train. Many huffed that they had the privilege to sit with the elders. It seemed that by no means first years could be there. Primrose protested, but was sent instead with her actual fiancé, Mr. Devlin. He greeted her and Henry, and the three sat there awkwardly.

“That is, in my defence, I couldn’t have told that you’d be there.”

Primrose nodded “I understand.”

William kept on sketching, and Henry gave her a look she could not decipher. She leaned her head against the window and sighed.

As they arrived, Primrose took a good look at the castle. It was gigantic and majestic, taller than many, and full with something she started to become acquainted with: magic. With her head high, she embarked on the small boat, shared with Henry and William. Malcolm was gone, but Estelle was in a nearby one. They smiled encouragingly to one another. This was her first year as well.

As she arrived at the castle, the man before them explained to them how things would work “Before we come in there, you must be sorted into your houses. There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house will be like your home for the next months, and everything you do will affect the house as a whole. House points will be given and removed, so beware of what you do. Shall we?”

The Great Hall was built in a medieval setting, and it was full of students eating and chatting animatedly. Primrose observed Malcolm chatting with a fellow student of the red house, Gryffindor, she supposed. As they started naming the students…

“…Archeron, Gwendolyn! Ravenclaw!”

“…Alderly, Henry! Hufflepuff!”

“…Brokenshire, Lillian! Hufflepuff!”

“…Burke, Ophelia! Slytherin!”

“…Battersea, Simon! Hufflepuff!”

“…Devlin, William! Ravenclaw!”

Soon, it was Primrose’s turn. With her head held high, she marched towards the seat and the talking hat, known as the Sorting Hat. She closed her eyes and allowed the hat to do the job “Ah, what do we see here! Victoria Somerset’s offspring! You are the spitting image of her as well. Hmm, I see several loses, blood has been spilled for you to have your position… I sense a certain sense of duty and wisdom, as well as individuality and determination… very well… let it be… RAVENCLAW!”

Primrose opened her eyes. She was in the same house her mother had been… as well as her fiancé’s. She had hoped to have some distance, or to be sorted into Hufflepuff with her friends…

As she took a seat beside William, a welcoming voice greeted her. It had dark hair and blue eyes, and a kind smile “Hello! My name is Gwendolyn, but you can call me Gwen. Lady Gray, is it?”

“Yes, but I see no need to call me ‘lady’. I am Primrose, Prim to friends.”

They shook hands and Gwen “Very well, Prim. Are you looking forward Hogwarts?”

She looked around, and saw a veiled woman be sorted.

“…Sultana Nilufer… Hufflepuff!”

An Ottoman sultana? This was going to be certainly an interesting year to say the least.

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose sabrina gray #henry of alderly #william devlin #malcolm stolberg-burke #estelle stolberg-burke #gwen archeron #mywriting*

[thatravenpuffwitch]

Hello and welcome to my blog!

You can call me Erin (she/her). I’m in my 20s and live in the US. My main blog is @petite-potato.

Common Tags: my edits • my writing • my doodles

My Characters

Hogwarts Mystery / Golden Era

Ellie Hopper

Jacob ‘Jace’ Hopper

Henry McClarnon

Clary Walcott

Manon Walsh

Hogwarts Legacy / Fantastic Beasts Era

Adelia Selwyn

Estrid Soelberg

Gwendolyn Archeron

Seraphina Hopper

Fintan Hopper and Cecily Selwyn

Dexter Wood

Zella Cleary

Violet Selwyn-Ellison

Delaney and Imogen Hopper

Lugh Hopper

Magic Awakened / Modern Era

Noa March

Rylie Hopper-Lee

Patrick Hopper-Lee

Arabella Moreno

Leo Roserun-Hale

Miscellaneous Stuff

Demigod AU

Dungeons and Dragons AU

Gif Moodboards

Playlists

Quick Disclaimer: I do not support JKR. She sucks. My Hogwarts Legacy characters do not follow the plot of the game. Instead, they are simply wizards living in the Victorian/Edwardian era. The same rules apply to my Magic Awakened characters (except they’re modern era/ fankids).

#masterlist #ellie hopper #jacob hopper #henry mcclarnon #clary walcott #manon walsh #adelia selwyn #estrid soelberg #gwen archeron #seraphina hopper #fintan hopper #cecily selwyn #zella cleary #violet selwyn ellison #lugh hopper #noa march #rylie hopper lee #patrick hopper lee

[sncinderdoodles]

Some ACOTAR doodles from my IG

#artists on tumblr #artist #acotar #eris vanserra #gwen berdara #cassian #azriel #elain archeron #illustration

[love-and-books320]

How is gwyenriel even a thing my GOD

#elriel #gwenriel #Acotar #acomaf #acwar #Acofas #acosf #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #gwen acosf #Pro-elriel

[duvetdaybooks]

The acotar ladies as Disney characters:

Feyre = Merida (brave, no nonsense, skilled archer)

Nesta = Mulan (intelligent and a warrior)

Elaine = Rapunzel (sunshine flower child)

Mor = Jasmine (beautiful, strong and speaks her mind)

Gwen = Ariel (the singer that longs for adventure)

Emerie = Tiana (determined and a business owner extraordinaire)

Amren = tinkerbelle (small, powerful and has a bit of an attitude)!

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #acowar #a court of wings and ruin #acofas #a court of frost and starlight #acosf #a court of silver flames #feyre archeron #feyre cursebreaker #Feyre #Elaine #elaine archeon #Nesta #nesta archeon #mor #morrigan #Gwen #emerie #amren #Disney #merida #rapunzel #princess jasmine #mulan #tinkerbell #princess ariel #princess tiana

[my-my-mrsmaas]

Gwyn is Eris Daughter…

Ok, so I never put much thought into Gwynn’s heritage until I start reading recent theories. Everyone seems to theorize she’s Lucien’s daughter, but I raise you… Eris. We see in ACOSF that Eris is more than he seems. He’s willing to risk himself to help the Night Court IC. Then Cassian asks him Why?

Pg. 165 ACOSF

“I told you years ago what I wanted, High Lord,” Eris said. To seize his father’s throne. “Why?” Cassian asked. Eris grasped what he meant, apparently, because flame sizzled in his eyes. “For the same reason I left Morrigan untouched at the border.”

“You left her there to suffer and die,” Cassian spat. His Siphons flickered, and all he could see was the male’s pretty face, all he could feel was his own fist, aching to make contact. Eris sneered. “Did I? Perhaps you should ask Morrigan whether that is true. I think she finally knows the answer.”

I think he left Mor there, for several reasons not any being that she was “tarnished”. I think he had a female, possibly a mate that he loved. He would not want Mor. I think he also knew Mor did not want him. But he had to stick to his brutal persona and thus left her as he did. I think he saw how Lucien’s girl was treated and he would do anything to make sure his “mate” would not suffer the same fate.

In order to protect her, he sent her away somewhere they wouldn’t be found. He’s been playing at the loyal son all these years to keep her and the girls safe until he can become High Lord.

#azriel #gwenriel #sjm #sjmaas #sjm fandom #sjm books #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #gwen x azriel #elriel #rhysand #feyre archeron #bat boys #cassian #elain archeron #elain x azriel #gwyneth berdara

[superlokidwholock]

Okay but is anyone intrigued for Sarah’s next acotar book with the tattoos???? Like Elain and Lucien???? I wonder what bargain they do, cause Sarah has made Feyre and Nesta have tattoo bargains with their loves

And don’t get me ST A R T ED on Azriel and Gwen’s

#acotar #Sarah j Maas #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #lucien #Gwen #Elain #elain archeron #Gwen acotar #tattoo bargain

[frostwing213]

I keep getting a lot of Elain stuff popping up on my dash. Mostly about shipping, and I'm like:

How'd this girl end up in a love triangle????

People are very opiniated too, fighting over and making essays about it. There's Elain/Az and Elain/Lucien (There's also Az and Gwen, but I understand how Az got in a love triangle.)

I'm just, struggling to care. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Elain, I just find her kinda boring. She doesn't do much. She feels like that classic fairytale princess that looks pretty and sad in a tower.

Off the top of my head, these are things that define her (Without being linked to men, becase I'm not there yet. Plus, a female character should be able to stand on her own without the men in her life)

She gardens and is primiarily associaed with flowers

Pretty

Nice

Weak

She kinda killed the king of Hyburn

Didn't want to be a fae

kinda wishy washy

Achreon sister

Quiet

Her sisters want to protect her

Future seeing powers

And I'm out of ideas. From my point of view, she doesn't have any discernable personality. Her three major defining things when people think of her are: Pretty, flowers, soft.

She doesn't act for herself, she doesn't speak up. She goes with what happens and gets sad when she doesn't like it. (Becoming a fae was traumatic, and I understand her reaction, but I don't really like it. AND I HAVEN'T EVeN TOUCHED ON THE GREYSON[was that the human dude's name???]THING YET!)

So, when the books start, early ACOTAR. Archeron sisters are in the woods. Feyre is the only one doing something to support the family. Who is Elain in this book? Pretty gardener. Delicate. She isn't doing anything. Some can argue Nesta isn't either, and as a Nesta Supremist, I have to say she was willing to get married to someone cruel to make it easier on her family, and although that isn't much, it's still something. What does Elain do in this book? Be pretty. Please, someone give me an example of Elain doing something constructive and I will edit it in. Please.

Moving on. Next book. She... hosts the house along with Nesta. Oh! She's engaged to a fae hating guy (Who i think is named Greyson. I can't remember and I'm currently loaning out my 2nd and 3rd book, so I can't check rn). Uh.... I don't remember if she does anything else until the end, where she is captured and dumped in the caldron. We find out Lucien is her mate. EDIT!: As @devi1sange1 pointed out to me, Elain did stand up to Nesta about using their house as a meeting spot for the queens. She also takes responisblty for how they treated Feyre. 2 points for Elain. I give her those

She shows up more after that, so I'm not doing book by book, but she gets dumped fast by her fiancé and hangs out in the house of wind, being very sad. I almost wanna describe her as floaty, because she's acting like a ghost, just existing and mourning what is gone. This is a vaild response, and I understand why she responds this way, it just annoys me because she has not shown any autonomy so far. Anything. I think I remember her asking her ex-fiance to take in humans, but that was after being pushed by the inner circle. Uh... she gives a few prophecies, yay that. When the fighting starts, she stays on the sidelines, which I don't blame her for. She kinda kills the king of Hyburn. I think that's all she does in that.

After that. What does she do? Other than hang around??? I DON'T KNOW!

Elain shows no real drive! She exists and sometimes does stuff to push the plot!

Now onto the (possible) romantic interests she has.

Greyson: Uhhhhh, they like each other. She likes her because she's sweet and pretty. I didn't catch anything else between these two. Uh, he dumps her as soon as she's fae and she gets depressed over it

Lucien: Mating bond. She doesn't like him, I get it. He tries to back off. I think Lucien acts responsibly in this situation. Elain is at no fault in this situation either. Mating bonds don't always pair up the most romantic pair, and it doesn't always work out well. Honestly, I never saw much chemistry between these two, and if not for the bond, they likely would have forever ignored each other.

Azriel: (Random, but I searched him up on tumblr because I couldn't remember how to spell his name, and WOW, there's a lot of Azriel x reader. Yall really 'like' him) How, just how did this become such a popular ship? I never even caught this on my read through. Yeah, Az is nice to her, but he's nice to anyone considered friendly. He's just as nice to Feyre and I don't see anyone shipping those two. I just... don't get it. Is it because we want the sisters paired up with the bat boys? Is that it?? I don't understand. I see no chemistry. It's just two people being nice to one another guys.

I think those are the major ones. I don't understand any of them. Lucien and Az are such powerful charters, while Elain is... 'pretty flower girl'.

I don't hate her, but she kinda annoys me with how much crazines she's getting with people shipping her. Wanna know what i think would be great? She ends up with no one romantically. She has friends, just no romantic partner and that is perfectly fine. Lucien will live. If there's nothing between Az and Gwen, then Az will live.

To wrap up, I find Elain to be a pretty boring charter, I just feel indifferent towards her. I love the other two siblings, but I feel like Elaine could have been improved.

Feel free to talk to me about this! Throw out your own opinions! Give me edvince that supports or opposes any of my points! Correct me on stuff and ignore my spelling!

I love a good debate! Give me one! Please.

Interact with me.

Edit!: Thanks for interacting! I swear I'm reading everything! I just didn't expect this to blow up so fast!

Another edit: Thanks yall for interacting! I'm really enjoying reading the responses and what people hope to see coming from Elaine in the future!

#elain archeron #Elain #Elain rant #ACOTAR rant #acotar #Oh n #What are the ship names? #elain x azriel #elain x lucien #elriel #Elucien #Is that guy's name Greyson?? #i can't remember #Azriel #Lucien #so many elain ships are popping up #why do yall ship her with everyone #i kinda like the idea of her and Mor tho... #anyways! #Debate #INTERACT WITH ME #nesta #nesta supremacy

[lullabestie14]

Hi! Genuinely curious, I saw your post in the pro Elain(?) or Elain Archeron tag, what do we have left to learn about Gwen? I feel like we learned most of her story through Nesta. I did genuinely really enjoy her character though! I haven’t scrolled much through your page so if you’ve answered this before forgive me! I promise I’m not trying to stir the pot, really am just interested in a different perspective :)

Oh I didn’t realise i put the Elain tag😭😭 I just clicked on all the hashtags and didn’t notice.

But sure I will answer your question if you’re genuinely asking.

Two things that are very important to Gwyn’s hea [which still didn’t happen]

1- leaving the library.

2- wearing her invoking stone again.

Those two things didn’t happen in a book where she was a main focused like ACOSF, so when are they gonna happen? In Elain and Azriel’s book? or Lucien and Vassa? No, it will happen in a book where she is a main focus.

Also one of the very important things a lot of people miss. is that her mother lived in the forest house. Do you know who lives in the forest house too? Baron and the lady and their children. why did Gwyn’s mother live there? Gwyn’s grandfather is an autumn Court high Fae there’s a big chance Baron could be her grandfather and I don’t think Sarah added that for nothing.

Sarah said she wanted to write the stories of Elain, Mor, Azriel, notice how she didn’t say the love interest. and if Emerie’s story will be told with Mor. and we already have Nesta’s. then why wouldn’t Gwyn’s story be told too? isn’t she a part of the trio? Sarah will not leave her out.

Lastly the Valkyries, the Valkyries plot line is not finished given the line when Cassian and Azriel said the training is still going and how Mor said she want to join them later and it’s clear its there to build up her love story with Emerie.

why didn’t Sarah make Gwyn leave the library and wear her stone in ACOSF where she was a big focus? when will this happen? I don’t think this will happen off page given how important it is for her character.

I don’t believe she will be the main POV she will have the love interest’s POV just like Cassian.

I hope I answered your question.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #pro gwyneth berdara #acotar

[atlasthegreatest]

- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

🔳 Male/ Female Oc

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X

Avatar Korra

Lin Beifong

Iron II

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Opal

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Vasquez

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Bellatrix Black

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

James Potter

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

Sirius Black

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

- ▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Laxus Dreyar

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

-▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Broast

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff

Laura Kinney

Jean Grey

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Gwen Stacy

Felicia Hardy

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Helena Bertinelli

Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El

Wonder Woman

Cassandra Sandsmark

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes

Katherine Pierce

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron :

- 🔳 Three is a crowd (Nesta x Male oc x Cassian)

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

Throne of Glass:

Aelin Galathynius :

- 🔳 In Each Others Arms

Rowan Whitethorne

Manon Blackbeack

Elide Lorchan

Manhwa Girlies:

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

#the legend of korra #harry potter #reader insert #percy jackon and the olympians #acotar #marvel #dc universe #throne of glass #fem reader #male reader #navier ellie trovi #penelope eckhart #fairy tail #attack on titan

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 21

Summary: it’s the end of the year, and the students are preparing to say their goodbyes. For now, at least…

OCs featured: Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co, Gwen Archeron @thatravenpuffwitch, Henry Lovecraft @lifeofkaze

Warnings: hand touch.

June 1896

A shadow appeared in the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, far above Héloïse’s head. She looked up over the edge of her bowl of hot chocolate as she watched it grow closer.

“What is that?” asked Gwen, also watching the object traverse the sky. Héloïse swallowed.

“That is my grandmother,” she said, recognising the shape of the carriage and winged horses.

The school year had ended, and this morning, the students of Hogwarts school were going home for the summer. Most of them, Héloïse had learned, would be taking the school’s locomotive back to London, but many parents and guardians had arranged their own transportation, Héloïse’s grandmother among them.

When the Ravenclaw girls stepped outside, Héloïse was surprised to see that her grandmother’s was not the only winged horse-drawn carriage present on the grounds; the school had provided several others that had already started to transport students down to the village train station. But while the horses of Héloïse’s grandmother were dappled snowy grey with black manes, the Hogwarts horses were black from nose to tail, and almost skeletal in appearance. There was something about them that made Héloïse feel almost wary.

“Don’t you fret, Matilda,” said Siobhan, looking from Héloïse to the horses and back again. “They’re only Thestrals, they won’t hurt you.”

She and Gwen hugged Héloïse as a means of bidding her farewell, and both boarded one of the carriages along with Henry Lovecraft, her friend from the year above. Henry tipped his hat at Héloïse and she smiled back at him, before the carriage jolted into action, carrying Héloïse’s friends away from her and the castle behind her.

A small hand tugged at the hem of Héloïse’s robe, and she turned to see one of her grandmother’s house-elves at her side.

“Mademoiselle Héloïse, vous devez venir vite,” the house-elf told her in his high-pitched voice. “Votre grand-mère-”

“Alors, je viens,” Héloïse assured the house-elf, and she made to follow him, but she stopped when she saw a familiar face in the crowd of students climbing aboard the Hogwarts carriages. “Attends un moment.”

Héloïse ran back into the crowd, the house-elf calling after her. She paid him no attention.

“Jim!” she called out, and Jim paused as he went to step up into the carriage. He looked at her, and waved his friend ahead of him.

“Héloïse,” he said. “I thought that… Will you be taking the locomotive after all?”

“No, my grandmother, she is here,” she told him, nodding her head in the direction of her grandmother’s carriage. “I am coming to say goodbye. Now I must to go back to France.”

Jim’s face fell. “For good?”

“Well, I am hoping that it is not for bad.”

“No. No, I… ‘For good’, it means the same as ‘forever’.”

“Oh,” said Héloïse. “In this case, no. Not for good. I am coming back at the end of the summer.”

“Good. That’s good,” Jim nodded. “So, it is not really goodbye.”

“It is not?”

“No. Well, not exactly. Because we will see each other again then. I hope.”

“I am hoping, also,” Héloïse frowned. “Jim, if it is not goodbye that we say, what is it that we say?”

“I… I am not sure, actually. Um, until we meet again, I suppose. What would you say in French?”

“Au revoir.”

“Does that not mean goodbye?”

“Yes, but also no. It is… ‘until the seeing again’,” Héloïse told Jim, who nodded and cleared his throat.

“That… Well, that is just right,” he said. “Au revoir, Héloïse.”

“Au revoir, Jim.”

Both were quiet for a few moments.

“Well, I suppose that I had… That is to say, the train-”

“Jim.”

“Yes?”

“I do not have English books in France,” said Héloïse, pulling a scroll of parchment from her pocket. “I will not to be able to practise my reading, unless I have people to write to me. I am thinking that you might like to write to me.”

“Yes, I might like it. I mean, I would like it, very much so.”

“And I can to write to you, also?”

“Please do.”

“Héloïse Perrault! Qu’est-ce que tu fais?”

At the sound of her grandmother’s voice, Héloïse flinched. She shrugged to Jim by way of apology, and passed him the scroll of parchment, her fingers brushing against his as it changed hands between them.

“Héloïse. Viens vite!”

Jim said nothing, but he smiled at Héloïse, and she ran back to her grandmother without another word, climbing into the carriage beside her.

“Alors,” said her grandmother, as the carriage rose up from the ground. “Poulard. Était-il aussi mauvais que tu le pensais?”

Héloïse shook her head. No, Hogwarts had not been nearly as bad as she had thought. In fact, there had been some parts of it that had not been bad at all.

She turned and looked out of the window at the castle growing smaller as the carriage flew away, and she pressed her head to the glass, just as she had on her way there back at the start of the year. Before her grandmother could tell her to sit up straight, she whispered two words to the castle, her breath fogging up the glass as she did so.

“Au revoir.”

Héloïse smiled to herself. It was not really goodbye, after all.

#the beginning of a symphony #hogwarts legacy #the hexley legacy #heloise perrault #jim hexley #siobhan llewelyn #gwen archeron

[endlessly-cursed]

𝑮𝒊𝒂 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙩

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣; 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛."

BASICS

Full Name: Gia Estelle Somerset 

Age: Differs from the era 

Birthday: 10th of September, 1917 

Weight: 68kg 

Height: 1.60m 

Faceclaim: 

HOGWARTS

House: Hufflepuff 

Wand: Pear wood, unicorn hair, 12 inches, flexible 

Amortentia (what they smell like): expensive cologne, fresh pine, parchment, old books and sponge 

Best class: Transfiguration, DADA 

Worst class: History of Magic, Flying 

Wanted career: Translator

Quidditch: Keeper 

Extracurriculars: Duelling Club, Frog Choir, Hipogriff Club 

FAMILY

Mother: Primrose Sabrina Gray 

Primrose was very well-loved and admired by her children, and Gia grew up with a far more experienced and mature mother figure, and she got to know her mother in more depth and always aspired to be like her. She admired her mother and did her best to make her proud. 

Father: Malcolm Stolberg-Burke 

Gia was definitely her father’s favourite, and for what her elder siblings told her, he felt guilty for having had missed two years of her life-which she could hardly blame him for, for she by then had no conscience and her mother, according to soruces, did an stellar job- and was always spoiled by him, the apple of his eye and always did her best to make him proud of her. 

Sibling(s): Vincent Alexander Somerset, older brother 

Gia looks up to her big brother, and not only because he is the heir of the estate, but she admires him and his sense of duty and leadership. Though it annoys her that he is so overprotective of her, she nevertheless appreciates that he’s involved in her life, unlike many girls born with a huge year gap between their siblings, especially the brothers. 

Eldest sister: Alexandra Victoria Somerset 

Gia admired her big sister too: she was extremely beautiful, poised, elegant and the perfect picture of a daughter of Winbourne, and Vincent’s heir should he not sire any living heirs, and the second most likely to inherit, unlike Gia, who was highly unlikely. She was a second mother figure when growing up, often seeing her like a child to take care of instead of a sister, thing she eventually grew out of. Even after she got married at 22, they still corresponded -they did noy trust telephones- and shared many secrets she didn’t dare to tell her mother. 

Middle sister: Lenore Callista Somerset 

Gia always felt puzzled and amused by her sister, Lenore, only six years younger, still a considerable age gap, but the two of them got on well. She was the most like their father and always teased her, calling her ‘Miss Father’. Still, the two of them loved and cared for the other, and Lenore looked out for her when Alix graduated. 

Middle sister: Jocelyn Cassandra Somerset 

Uncle(s): William Berkeley ( @beloved-bucky​ ) Danny Gibson ( @catohphm​ ) Henry of Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal​ ) (all surrogate uncles) 

Jocelyn was probably the closest to her sister Aster, who was only four years older. Both of them shared a love for the arts and Quidditch, despite being from different houses, they were still supportive on the other and certainly gave her sister a run for her money, showing off her talent to learn fast and make it look fashionable and chic, inhereted from her mother. 

Younger sister: Morwenna Beatrix Somerset

Despite being four years younger, they got along well and related in being the eldests' shadow and wanting to make something for themselves, not to mention living their prime days in a different age of most of their siblings

Gia had several surrogate uncles, but the one she was closest to was her godfather, Danny Gibson. He adored her, and to the family made sense that he was the godfather of her last child, Gia, the surprise and miraculous baby. His gentleness, caring and nurturing nature and the fact he treated Gia like his own child definitely won her over, and she adored her godfather and uncle. He was like a second father to her and knew she could always count on him. Many people joked that she did look like Danny’s daughter, and they’d often laugh about it. They both agreed that if another life she was to have another family, she’d love to be Uncle Danny’s daughter. 

Aunt(s): Nadia Erbland ( @gcldensnitch​) , Niamh Kelly ( @unfortunate-arrow​), Almira Iverach ( @cursebreakerfarrier​ ) Gwen Archeron ( @thatravenpuffwitch​ ) 

Aunt Gwen always teased that she loved surprises, and that she was more than happy to be Gia’s godmother. She was kind, loving and adored Gia like her own child, growing really close and being another motherly figure, admiring her free spirit and sense of freedom, thing she took to her own heart. 

Friends: tbd 

Significant Other: Enzo Yaxley 

Enzo and Gia was mostly unexpected. He was from the S28, she was the daughter of a half-blood lady, and though her father was from the S28 as well, the Yaxleys had a dislike of anything with a single droplet of muggle blood.But it seems love cared little about that, and both of them ended up together, marrying in the chapel of Winbourne, and eventually had six children: Lysandra, Celia, Corban, Victoria, Nadia and Brooklynne Yaxley. 

However, their only son resented Gia and idiolized Voldemort and soon joined his ranks, estranging himself from his family. Gia disowned him and made her only unmarried daughter Victoria her heir instead so none of the pure-blooded freaks of her other daughters’ husbands would dare touch her inheritance and dowry from her mother which had been earned by defending Winbourne from being taken by an enemy all those years ago. 

Gia ended up dying in 1980 of heart malfunctions and Enzo and his son had a big fight in which he forbid his only child, his daughter Eloise ( @kathrynalicemc​ ) from seeing them and he never acknowledged him as his son. Enzo followed a year later of broken heart. 

PERSONALITY

Three Qualities: Kind, hardworking, strong-willed 

Three faults: Entitled, proud, hot-tempered 

Guilty pleasure: Extremely hot showers 

Writing hand: Left 

Zodiac sign/other personality trait: Virgo 

FAVOURITES

Colour: Blue, golden, white, red and green pastel 

Composer/singer: Ludovico Eunadi 

Food: Mac and cheese 

Family member: Her aunt Siobhan ( @kc-and-co​ ) 

Location in the world: Cairo, Egypt 

Holiday: Summer 

Hobbies: Reading, baking, learning new languages, paint, sew and ride stallions 

MISC

As many of her siblings, she is a polyglot: she speaks French, German, Polish, Danish, Greek, Latin, Portuguese, Spanish, Gallic and some Balkan languages 

She also knows ballet and many court dances, though by the time she was of age to partake in court activities, it had been interrupted by the Great Depression and the Second World War. 

She met the Prince of Wales once, but thought him rather pathetic 

She was one of the most beautiful of Primrose’s daughters and many wanted her hand, but she and her father refused all of them 

After the war, she enrolled in Cambridge where she got a degree on Medicine and served as a nurse in many Muggle hospitals and occasionally on St. Mungo’s, most specially as a translator 

She translated many books to English that had been banned centuries before and also was considered a hero for the victims of the Holocaust 

She read Mein Kampf and pamphlets of Mussolini’s policy to understand better the enemy 

The Prime Minister Winston Churchill wanted Gia for the SOE, but she had to reject because she was pregnant and her face was now known thorought occupied Europe 

After the war, she accompanied her husband to find his lost sister and cousins of the war and even funded some rebuildings of Warsaw of her own pocket, which led to her brother sending fundings himself 

She put protective spells over Winbourne and her house of London during the successive bombings of Hitler 

She met the Queen Mum, Elizabeth Bowes Lyon, and both women instantly clicked 

She had a thorough collections of diaries where she wrote all about her childhood, Hogwarts years and her war experience, and her daughter Deyanira published them, which made the memoir quite famous in the history of the wizarding world, and which led Gia’s granddaughter, Lou Yaxley ( @kathrynalicemc​ ) to reconnect with her cousin Camille, great-granddaughter of Gia’s brother Vincent 

#fbawtft #riddle era #fantastic beasts oc #riddle era oc #wwii #1940s #oc: primrose sabrina gray #character sheet #oc profile #corban yaxley #nadia erbland #danny gibson #gwen archeron #oc: vincent somerset #alexandra somerset #lenore somerset #jocelyn somerset #gia somerset #enzo yaxley #gia x enzo

[thatravenpuffwitch]

Noa: Halloween and spring

Gwen: 1960s and summer

Thanks for asking for my Ravenclaws 💙

NOA

Halloween - she’s dressing up as Michael Meyers ofc. But making it a little sexier with the tights 😂

Spring - jeans and a t-shirt with a sporty windbreaker, her signature tie dye blue platform Converse, and chunky silver jewelry

GWEN

1960s - she would love the go-go boots and houndstooth patterns

Summer - I did modern au and canon for this one. A tennis skirt is perfect for Gwen’s sporty/ feminine vibe.

#noa march #gwen archeron #fashion asks

[merymoonbeam]

It’s the way those people know some things are important and try to fit their ship into...

•Batboy-Archeron friendship. Feyre and Cassiand, Nesta and Azriel. It is obvious who is left and from acosf there is a scene of Rhys giving Elain a scenic tour or how Rhys talked about elain in the bonus chapter. It is obvious. But they know this and still act like Gwen is going to be bff with him

•Roses. Elain has been connected to roses from the first book but they are acting like she is connected to sunflowers lmfao. Bc you know Sun=day court=sunflower=lucien... mind you sunflower is not connected to lucien at all in the books. Or gwen is somehow connected to flowers/roses now.

•Death and Lovely Fawn. At this point I have seen so many variation of this. Priestess and her shadowsinger lol. Fox and fawn. Sun and his flower lmfao. GET A GRIP.

•Cobalt. Elain wearing cobalt when she first met Azriel. Suddenly Azriel’s siphons are drawn as teal. Wonder why. Lol. Or gwen is wearing cobalt dress for some reason. Lmao.

•Light and Dark. I don’t think I need to explain this. They steal it as if their “ship” is described as light and dark.

•Nyx’s favorite aunt. as if elain’s actually nyx’s aunt. I’m shocked. And gwen is just nesta’s friend. Imagine that. 🤭🤭🤭

•Elain is connected to spy things and suddenly gwen is gonna be a spy? Wasn’t she a valkyrie? 🥴🥴

And many more things.

You know... if all of those things were actually important it would be in the books but they are not. And the things they steal from elriel is in the books as if they are important and sarah is trying to foreshadow things. 🤭

#elriel #i’m in a silly goofy mood #I’m petty today don’t mind me #elriel rant

[blackgrnger]

Nestha Archeron & Lucerys Velaryon

Nesta Archeron lives 120 years until she is killed in battle sacrificing herself for Gwen. She doesn't regret it for a moment, smiling disoriented and in acceptance with her face in the hands of a desperate and crying Gwen. “It's okay,” she says quietly.

She thinks that finally any god there is giving her rest. Finally. After a century of bitterness. Finally.

The gods are cruel, of course.

She awakens to find her late mother's face, healthy and very much alive.

She doesn't understand in her early years what happened, her anger blinds her to noticing the differences. She didn't go back in the past. Nesta Archeron has now become Nesta Beratheon in an entirely different and unknown universe.

—

Years pass very quickly and incredibly monotonously. She follows the rules of the kingdom, of her parents, of her house in an automatic, very accustomed way. After all, she's lived a century under Rhys's tutelage, under Cassian's cage. She is not surprised to note how her sisters are exactly the same, Feyre from an early age so detached from reality and stubborn enough to face any illusion of injustice. Where even in her naivety Elain manages to deal with this new environment, too beautiful not to get a good marriage, too polite not to charm any good-born Lord, too obedient not to follow the teachings of the Septas religiously. But here, in this place, everything Feyre is becomes just a death sentence.

They don't get along, but Nesta isn't going to let ignorance be Feyre's downfall. She teaches Feyre all she can, she drags Feyre from training yards to Septas and Maesters. It's not just later, in a really really bad fight. Where Feyre screams her frustrations and insults at a very tired Nesta that they resolve themselves. Feyre is only 10 and Nesta is 13. Nesta pulls out a wooden sword and orders Feyre to fight. Feyre is confused but moves forward, being knocked down quickly, over and over again.

Nesta does not ask her to give up. She let her younger sister exhaust herself, she watched Feyre raise her sword in frustration and silent tears dozens of times. “Who taught you how to fight? You never set foot here if you weren't looking for me,” Feyre asks, finally in defeat.

Nesta can't say she's spent a lifetime with a sword in her hand. Even though I never wanted to hold one. She can't explain that this is the first time she's felt almost complete. “You must be prepared for every kind of battle, Feyre. This is the world of men. We are women, we don't just fight with swords. You understand?"

Feyre stares at her for a long time, jaw set and eyes much like her own, she nods in resignation. "I understand."

—

Years later, when Nesta has 18 name days, she watches Feyre alongside Aemond Targaryen talk about an engagement, with a promise of allegiance to his brother Aegon's crown. She watches a young Lucerys Velaryon, 17 name days old, answer her father's question which of his daughters he will wed.

Lucerys stares at her for just a moment. "I would have Lady Nesta's hand, making her Lady Velaryon, our sons heirs to Driftmark and respected places at court, being the grandsons of rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen."

She doesn't react, raising an eyebrow at him. She remembers meeting him only once, at Aegon and Helaena Targaryen's wedding. A quiet, polite and shy 13 year old boy. She remembers him very shyly reaching out to her after watching her for a long time. She didn't deny the prince any more than she had denied other lords all night, but it was the first time she'd smiled at an obviously decent dancing partner who hadn't carried on an unpleasant conversation. He was her height then, but she noticed how her eyes would only reach his chin now. Even his hair has grown out, it's out of her eyes and almost down to her shoulders. The combination of his mother and her father made him well, delicate features and valyrian of Rhaenyra but with a body that reminded her too much of Harwin Strong.

Her father pauses, in any universe too ambitious a man for his own good. She knows he's been moving in with Otto Hightower for years, a promise of marriage for Queen Alicent's second son. But what is a second son who will inherit nothing compared to another heir to the richest house in the kingdom? Bastard or not, Lucerys Velaryon holds the upper hand here and everyone in the hall can see it.

Aemond Targaryen as well. He threatens the prince and demands an eye. She notices how Feyre keeps silent and searches her eyes, her sister nods and she sighs under her father's screams so they don't spill blood in their house. She speaks for the first time, "I accept Prince Lucerys's proposal on the condition that the marriage be immediate."

The prince looks at her with an ironic smile. “We’ll get married now then.”

Aemond Targaryen leaves Storm's End with a promise to burn the castle down in the very near future. She believes him, but her younger sister's finally relaxed shoulders tell her everything she needs to know. Feyre has so far shown no interest in any marriage, unlike Elain who married a firstborn son of House Baelish at age 15.

She would later regret her decision to delay a wedding for her sister when Rhysand showed up. Now she will marry a prince in the middle of a war, after all who is Nesta without a war to fight?

#yes i picture Florence as Nesta because she has the rage in her eyes that is needed to play Nesta #I love Nesta but I love imagining her in complicated situations falling in love with someone decent #I'm team black but I know Nesta would love or hate Alicent a lot #I also imagine her being very important to Rhaenyra's council #lucerys velaryon #hotd #nesta archeron #pro nesta archeron