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foreverinelysian · 3 days
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Where the Sky meets the Sea
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It has been so hard keeping this commission to ourselves, but I’m thrilled to present this absolutely breathtaking art by @catheccino and commissioned by @trashforazriel and I for @gwynrielweeksofficial!
Laura and I have always loved Cathe’s version of Gwynriel, so we had to commission a piece for Gwynriel Weeks! Cathe you knocked this out of the park and we are so in love with how it turned out. We hope you all love it too and once again, happy Gwynriel Weeks!
No reposts please!
Link to post here!
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sydneymack · 3 days
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“I believe everything happens for a reason.”
Feyre, Rhys and Nyx - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @/kiraky.ml
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praisethelorde · 3 days
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Getting railed by Lucien Vanserra would cure my depression.
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azshighlady · 2 days
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"Body Parts"
Some smutty headcanons about Azriel's body parts for sexy Saturday..
Warnings: 18+, this is pure smut, okay?
Enjoy!
Hair: his black hair being mussed from you running your hands through it as he fucks you or licks you. He loves it when you pull on it roughly, loving that slight twinge of pain as evidence of your pleasure. His hair being pasted to his forehead with sweat as he moves in you..
Eyes: his beautiful hazel eyes being blown out with lust and desire as he takes in your body. His eyes rolling back in his head as you ride him, slamming your hips down to meet his thrusts. They flutter closed as you kiss and bite his neck and chest.
Face: his face being twisted in absolute pleasure and he cums, his jaw locking. His face being the perfect seat for you as you ride it, gripping the headboard as his tongue licks and flicks against your core
Lips: his sensuous lips being swollen and wet from your kisses. His lower lip having teeth marks in it from him biting down, needing to quiet his soft whimpers. The most delicious praises flowing from them.. “So good for me.” “I love the way you feel around me, so perfect.” “Look at you.” “Take it for me, I know you can.” “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Neck: his neck being covered in bites, bruises, and hickeys. His neck muscles straining as he throws his head back against the pillows of the bed.
Arms: his strong arms holding you close to his body as he thrusts into you from behind, or really whatever position you’re in. You gripping his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he fucks you into oblivion.
Hands: his hands around your throat, choking you lightly as he forces you to look at him. His hands gripping the sheets, or holding both of your wrists above your head as you surrender complete control to him.
Back/chest: his back and chest being covered in scratches from your nails, the evidence of your love-making. They heal quickly, but he always makes sure you leave fresh ones on his skin so his brothers can see them at training the next day.
Wings: his wings flaring wide as he takes you, cocooning you in their warmth and scent. Him groaning and whimpering as you run a nail along the membrane, in that spot that drives him absolutely crazy.
Stomach: his stomach muscles clenching as he cums, his breathing harsh. You love the sight of it, of him, coming completely undone all because of you.
Cock: it’s no secret that Az has the largest wingspan.. his cock is massive, long and thick, with a dark pink tip. Every time you fuck, you need a few moments to adjust to him, but you love the stretch, the feel of him inside of you. His cock twitching in your mouth or your body as he cums, filling you.
Thighs: his massive thigh muscles flexing as he pounds into you, causing the headboard to slam against the wall. That’s the reason you two have to buy new bed at least once every few months…
Feet/toes: his toes curling as you take his cock deep into your throat, gagging on his size. His feet planting on the bed as you ride him, allowing him to thrust up into you.
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rainingriversofyou · 3 days
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“Carynthian Warriors” ⚔️🖤
Artist: bookishkoda for @gwynrielweeksofficial
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skyjasper · 3 days
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Betray You Like A Man.
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Azriel X Rhys sister oc (but Rhys Centric kinda?! Rhys and Az angst?)
Summary: HOFAS bonus chapter inspired. Azriel and his mate Y/N Moonbeam aka Rhysands little sister have been hiding for over 50 years. When her older brother finds out he is anything but happy.
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Warnings: mentions of SA, Yelling, lots and lots of Angst, quite Az.
Words: 1,382.
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She and Azriel had been seeing each other secretly for over 50 years now. They had been through hell and back together, finding out about Rhysand under the mountain, Supporting her brother with his mate, fighting a damned war, and even finding out they were mates. Not once did either of them let on to their secret relationship, always passing each other with cold glances and curt words. The only form of kindness shown was on important occasions. But the minute they were alone, when they got back to their secret apartment, they were perfectly fine.
That was until Rhysand barged into Azriel’s apartment yelling something about Nesta telling Feyre something about their babe and found the two of them laying on the floor. Y/N reading and Azriel mulling over paperwork with a biscuit. In an instant, albeit a second too late, Azriel’s wing was covering her. Rhysands words fell away and he stood still, she could see him just barely through her mate's wing but she knew that her older brother could smell her.
“Azriel,” Rhysand growled out. With a knowing sight, Azriel released his wing that covered Y/N’s frame, not hiding her wings.
The moment Rhysands eyes found her matching violet ones he turned and walked out, slamming the door. She turned her head to her mate whose eyes were glazed over in silent conversation, she decided to listen to what Rhys had told him.
“Do we go? We should probably give him time to calm down shouldn’t we?” She asked, staring at Azriel’s golden eyes. He just nodded quietly.
Silently and with deathly calmness they gathered themselves and flew to the river house. She winced as they walked in the door, taking in the ruined vases and the loud shouting of her other brother and sister trying to calm Rhysand down.
“I DO NOT CARE. THAT IS MY SISTER.” He screamed at Cassian. She turned to Azriel, putting a hand on his chest to stop him,
“Maybe I should go in there alone.” She offered. And with a short nod he agreed, before she could walk away he grabbed her arm, and with a deadly voice he spoke,
“If he even thinks about yelling at you I will be in there. I will just be right outside.” Then he let go so she could enter the room. When she did she gasped at the sight of her older brother.
“Rhysand,” she spoke firmly, only slightly scared as his raging eyes turned on her.
“Is that bastard here?!” He spoke.
“It doesn’t matter, Rhysand.” She went to place her hand on his arm when he flinched away and stared at her with disgust.
“Don’t even get me started on you.” He raised his voice, tears springing to her eyes at his reaction. The pair of them had always been as thick as thieves, never staying mad, and definitely never yelling at each other like this.
In an instant, Azriel was behind her, hands on her waist to inform her he was behind her. Her brother didn’t even glance at the male behind her before continuing,
“I can’t believe you slept with my brother like some common whore.” He spat out like a slap in the face, he knew what she had been through, what she had done for him while he was under the mountain. A cry fell out of her mouth, his words inflicting more pain than any physical blow could.
Before she could say anything the entire room went still, the bottom half of the room covered in angry shadows. Before she could blink her mate had her brother around the throat against the wall.
“Be very careful how you talk about my mate,” Azriel growled, she could feel his anger festering through the bond. She sent a comforting phantom hand over his shoulder.
“Your mate?!” Rhysand laughed, “That’s hilarious brother, no one could ever love a bastard like you. We all know it, just admit it Azriel, you aren’t capable of loving a female.”
And then it was Y/N who was on top of her brother, facing him with a slap that resonated throughout the entire room. Not a single soul spoke as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. Not even Feyre said anything as her sister-in-law hit her mate.
“Fuck you Rhysand.” She yelled. “Fuck you for reacting like this! You are nothing but a cowardly piece of shit. You blame everyone else for everything that is your fault. Did you ever stop and think as to why we didn’t tell you?!” She yelled, Rhysands mouth opened to respond but she continued, “No Rhysand, you don’t get to speak. Maybe if for once in your godsforsaken life actually looked at anyone other than your mate you see that the people around you are going through shit! You would see the face that Elain is on the verge of breaking, that Nesta was going through something none of us could possibly imagine, that Cassian was coping and that I, your fucking sister, was traumatized. I get it Rhysand, what you went through under the mountain, trust me I get it, but it does not give you the right to treat everyone else like shit because they don’t react the same way you do to trauma. You do not get to sit here and act like my brother trying to defend my honor when you haven’t actually acted like a decent brother for the past 3 years!” She screamed in his face.
She gave him one more resounding slap before standing up and finding Azriels hands.
“Do not come find us brother, for I do not want to see your pitiful face.”
Then, hand in hand with her mate, they left. They both flew, flew for hours till they were at the cabin Azriel had built for his mother before she passed. When they arrived and got out of the cold she sunk to her knees, tears finally flowing.
Az’s rough hands came to hold her face, “Shh my love, he is not worthy of your tears.” He murmured into her hair. Instead of trying to calm her again he just let her cry, not once letting her go, instead instructing his shadows to gather water and blankets.
So she fell asleep crying in his arms over the hurt her brother had caused. And when she woke she found Azriel’s dark hair. She stared at him as her fingers twirled in the onyx strands.
“You know what he said wasn’t true right, you know how to love and you are worthy of it Azriel. You and I are the proof, this right here,” she gestured in between the two, lightly pulling on the golden ribbon that flowed between them. “This is the proof. I love you beyond words Azriel. I know you feel the same shadow singer.” She told him. Observing as his hands tightened around her waist. They had both suffered far too much to let the words of her cruel brother diminish all the progress they had made.
It wasn’t easy at the beginning, getting Azriel to open up and come to accept himself. It took him years to realize he was worthy of her love. That he wasn’t a broken bastard.
“I love you beyond the sun and the stars, I would travel worlds for you Azriel. And if the stars would vanish then I would voyage through the darkness with nothing but my bare hands to find you.” She whispered, “I would rip the wings off my back if yours were ruined because I know how much you need to fly. I would kill gods and kings alike to ensure you are safe. For as long as I am alive you will no longer be alone ever again, you will always be loved. I will always love every part of you.” She brought his scarred hands to her lips and kissed the skin on them. When she released his hands her lips found his mouth.
“There are not enough words in this world for me to express my love for you Y/N Moonbeam, So instead let me show you.” He spoke against her lips before moving his kiss down her neck.
And show her he did.
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@littlelunatica @going-through-shit @annaaaaa88 @i-am-infinite @impossibelle
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fantasymindpalace · 2 days
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and you know what?? fuck madja the healer too because why would she only tell rhysand about the pregnancy risks and not feyre? that man literally had the entire night court down to the fucking healer conspiring against their own high lady. the level of treachery the inner circle engaged in to withhold the truth from her is why i don’t care about nestas “delivery” when she told feyre. nesta using a mean tone and raising her voice is still not as disrespectful as hiding the truth. the ic didn’t like nesta’s tone because they didn’t appreciate their lies being revealed.
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bunnyshideawayy · 3 days
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i love how SJM is like “you know what cures trauma and depression? idk me either, try fucking your personal trainer.” and that is the plot of ACOMAF onward.
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The Autumn King: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day— 
Bryce: *Bursts into tears* 
The Autumn King: Why are you crying? 
Bryce: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! *sobs*
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shakingcryingwriting · 14 hours
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Do you ever think that when Rhys came home after 50 years saying "She's my mate She's my mate She's my mate" and crying Mor thought for a moment he meant Amarantha?
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tuluaart · 1 day
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I've waited for so long Gwynriel week because finally it feels safe to post Az and Gwyn draws without getting hate for it 😂🥲
Do I hate the idea of Elriel? NO, BUT...
When SJM wrote black on white "Something sparked in Azriel's chest. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason... he could see it. But Azriel tucked away the though, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. " that was it for me.
I have shipped Elucien since the beginning, but Gwynriel was something new for me. It grow so much in my heart that I can't stop thinking about them. I just hope SJM will bless us with a beautiful love story between these two 💓
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foreverinelysian · 2 days
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Portrait Perfect
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Hello everyone, I’ve been gatekeeping this art I commissioned from @: j.sgrey/ @sassyhobbits for a while but I’m so excited to finally post it!!
This art is inspired by a scene in Chapter 4 of my Gwynriel series “The Weight of a Crown” (which will be released…eventually) and it was so unbelievably fun to see this scene come to life! Without spoiling the chapter all I will say is that Gwyn and Az are not super thrilled to be standing together in this pose for a painting👀
Jules, you did such a phenomenal job on this piece and working with you was so fun! Thank you for doing such a stellar job!
Link to post here!
@gwynrielweeksofficial
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sydneymack · 2 days
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A Court of Thorns and Roses Characters
Artist: @natserpiece
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bluedietcoke · 2 years
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y’all love the morally gray, snarky, grief stricken characters until it’s a woman. i’ve seen so much discourse regarding female characters who display the exact same character traits as male leads and are criticized for it while the men are praised. let women be cruel and vindictive. let them deal with their grief and trauma in destructive ways. let them be real. give them the same treatment you would give to your favorite male love interest.
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azshighlady · 3 days
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mood board for my upcoming Azriel story
“A Court of Shadows and Darkness”
summary: the untold story of the notorious Spymaster and shadowsinger of the Night Court. Locked away, tortured, beaten, and thrown into a war-camp, Azriel has not had an easy life. Follow his long journey through the shadows and darkness.
snippet: long ago, in the desolate mountains of Illyria, a female screams. Sweat beads from her pores as she bears down, fighting through her hard labor.
The Illyrian midwife murmurs soothing words, encouraging her on. “One more,” she says. “I can see the babe’s head.”
With a final push, the female can feel the babe make its way from her body. She lays back as she tries to catch her breath.
The room is silent, utterly silent, and she could hear the harsh winter wind blowing outside.
Suddenly, the babe cries, and she swears she can see the shadows grow darker in the already dim birthing room.
“It’s a boy,” the midwife murmurs, raising up the tiny winged babe. He has a full head of dark hair, and his little face is twisted up in outraged distress.
The female, now a mother, smiles to herself.
My son, she thinks to herself. My sweet son.
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Elain x Azriel - A Court Of Thorns And Roses
Artist: dudledudlesss / @dudlesdudles
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