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Me re-reading Acotar waiting for Sarah to release more of those Acosf teasers

#loki #thor #books #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #sarahjmaas

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Pandemic love (Cookbook sequel)

Sitting behind the circulation desk Azriel tried desperately not to fidget with the mask on his face. Their library had been closed during the peak of the pandemic and they'd finally re-opened, with strict guidelines of course. The first being, that face masks had to be worn at all times. He didn't mind the masks. It's just sometimes the urge to pull at them became unbearable.

Shaking those thoughts away, his hands instinctively clicked away on the keyboard. Mrs. Johnson had called and requested he look up books on succulents because she was somehow killing them despite all her efforts of keeping them alive.

Taking a pencil from behind his ear, he made a list of the books to pull and rose from his seat. The library was still pretty empty so he was able to move about quickly without distractions to get the items he needed. On his way back to his desk he heard a loud sigh followed by a familiar voice."Oh I'll never get the hang of these things. Why did Nesta have to order the fanciest facemasks." Placing his stack of books on succulent care on top of the nearest bookshelf he turned the corner and saw her standing there. Her frustration displayed perfectly amongst her features.

Clearing his throat he spoke lowly so as not to startle her, "Would you like some help with that? Turning around she let out a small sound that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a squeal. "Azriel! I-I don't need... That's to say, I have it for the most part." He watched as her shoulders sagged in defeat. The villainous cloth mask crumpled up in her hand. Sighing she held it out towards him. "Yes please."

Wanting to stay as safe as possible he looked around for the nearest hand sanitizing station. He excused himself and walked the few steps away to cleanse his hands. As soon as the liquid touched him he swore loudly. Looking around he saw a few patrons gaze in his direction. Elain gasped. Not in shock however, she appeared to be worried that he was in pain.

Approaching him, she glanced down at his hands without flinching. They were riddled with scars and yet, that didn't seem to bother her. Lifting her delicate hands up to the sanitizing dispenser she quickly rubbed her hands together. Peering at his hands once more she asked in the softest voice, "May I?"

Not knowing how to fully respond, he merely nodded his head. Reaching inside of the little bag draped across her shoulders, she pulled out a small tin. "Your hands are very dry. Possibly from washing and sanitizing them often. Here. This will help." Upon her opening it, he was instantly hit with the scent of lavender and vanilla. She worked up a good size amount in her hands before asking him to hold out his.

She began gently massaging the miracle cream onto his dehydrated, cracked skin. Every muscle in his body went taut. Physical contact with others was something quite unfamiliar with him. It's not that he hadn't been touched before, it was rare for him to let his guard down to allow anyone to do so. As she continued to work the mixture into his hands he allowed himself to relax and savour the moment, taking her all in.

Her hair was windblown, with flowers cascading in a trail down her back. She wore a green dress that complemented her creamy complexion. So caught up in her, he hadn't noticed she'd finished until those golden brown eyes looked up into his. "I'm finished. Here. You take this." She placed the tin lightly into his hands. "Remember to use it once daily."

Smiling she pulled out the face mask and handed it to him. It was one of those complicated kind that tied up in two spots behind the head. She turned around allowing him to move closer behind her. As he secured the mask in place, his hands grazed her cheek gently. And there it was again. That sharp intake of breath. This time in pleasure. It would be his undoing.

Once he was finished she turned around to face him. The mask was the palest shade of pink, with flowers embroidered along the edges. She was quite possibly the only person to make them look good. "Thank you... Azriel." Standing on tip toe. She braced her hands on either side of his shoulders and gently placed a cloth covered kiss on his cheek.

Wanting to help steady her, he quickly placed his hands on either side of her, leaning forward slightly as she lowered herself to the ground. Staring down at her, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face before replying, "No thank you Elain. You and your miracle cream have saved my life." Although he couldn't see her smile, her eyes seemed to light up. He was just about to ask her a question when he heard another familiar voice that called out to him.

"Mr Azriel! I hope you've found my books. My plants aren't going to survive the night I fear." Mrs. Johnson. Of all the times for her to decide to pick up her books. She chose this exact moment.

Elain backed away fumbling with the straps of her purse before saying, "I want you to use that cream every night ok. You've got to keep those hands protected. Smiling under the veil of his mask he replied,

"As you wish."

(my fan cast of Elain and Azriel. I edited Elle slightly. Haven't written this in depth in ages but I want to get back into it. I hope you all enjoy)

#sarah j. maas #acomaf #acotar #illyrian #acofas #acowar #elain x azriel #elain acheron #azriel #fanfic #elle fanning #pandemic #covid 19

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Elizabeth Bennet: Please? For me?

Mr. Darcy: Don't do that.

Elizabeth Bennet: What?

Mr. Darcy: You think every time you say "Please? For me?" I'll do whatever you want, well, not this time.

Elizabeth Bennet: Please? For me?

Mr. Darcy: Okay.

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I'm still convinced that Nesta, in A Court of Silver Flames, will get to the Illyrian Mountains with Cassian and end up channeling all of her energy into helping the women there.

I really need to re-read the series and write some more fanfics before next year

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #a court of silver flames #sarah j. maas #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #illyrian #high fae #fanfic #velaris

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Rhysand and Feyre (Dark Swan) I lost inspiration to draw for a while BUT this was inspired by my friend @theartfuldodgcr story!! Here is the link!😊❤

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When your friend draws you in your house colours with your wolf patronus 🙌

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#ravenclaw #harry potter #jk rowling #wizard #magic #books

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I need this framed and hanging above my bed

Elriel Kisses coloured

ngl i’m really happy with how this turned out, those flowers were a challenge :)

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In My Blood

Nessian angst

Word count: 2166

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?”

She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them. 

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded–just once.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.”

Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.

- A Court of Wings and Ruin, Sarah J. Maas

Sweetest ship or BFF’s, these two are special. 

This is for the wonderful @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty ❤. Thank you for this! I LOVED DRAWING AZRIEL! 

And, apparently, I’m obsessed with closeups.

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Living for the hand holding YES

In My Blood

Nessian angst

Word count: 1676

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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Shadow dragon

Continuing with the Azriel as a librarian theme because it's fun to write about. Feel free to leave me promots (The next one will feature Elain returning to get more "cookbooks" 😉)

Azriel liked kids. Kids were blunt. They didn't hide their truths behind pretty lies. Whenever the young fae children accompanied their parents to the library, he knew intially they feared him.

They would stare quietly, their caution eventually giving way to curiosity. Despite their parents attempts to lead them away, they still dared to ask questions.

"What are the shadows for?" 

Protection, he'd reply with a sly smile.

Today he watched as a family entered and browsed amongst the books. The mother too absorbed in her own affairs to notice the eldest of her 2 sons, tormenting the younger. The boy tried desperately to ignore his sibling, but this only seemed to fuel him.

"What did you bring this stupid thing for? You're too old for dolls."

"It's not a doll", the younger brother replied meekly. "It's a dragon."

Stepping forward the older brother grabbed the toy and smashed it on to the floor. "Well whatever it is it's stupid."

Azriel's shadows began to flit about him impatiently. He wasn't the helpless young Illyrian locked up in the dark anymore. This wasn't his battle. And yet, he couldn't help but to feel for the young fae male as he stooped over an attempted to piece back the remnants of his dragon.

Moving from around the counter, he pretended to busy himself with organizing the books on a nearby display. He allowed his shadows to drift towards the boy, taking the shape of a small dragon. Gasping, the boy stumbled back, bewildered by what he saw.

He began looking around frantically trying to find the source of this enchantment when his eyes locked on Azriel.

Winking, the shadowsinger placed a single finger up to his mouth as if to keep it their little secret. The boy held his finger up in return smiling slightly before turning back towards the shadow dragon.

It didn't take long for the brute like elder sibling to return.

"Are you still over here..." He never finished. As soon as he saw the shadow dragon moving about he froze in place.

"W-what's that?"

The younger fae male only took a second to glance back at Azriel before replying, "It's my dragon. He's not happy about you killing him. He came to tell you so."

The older fae, looked down at his brother. "But that's not possible. Dragons aren't real. T-they're not real."

At this, Azriel allowed the shadow dragon to gradually increase in size. Soon he towered over the youngest brother by at least a foot. The boy stood with his chest slightly puffed out glaring up at his older.

"Here's what's going to happen," he began slowly steadying his voice. "You're going to s-stop picking on me. Or else."

The older brother darted his eyes between the shadow dragon and his mother, who was several feet away. "Or else what?"

Azriel didn't wait to see if the younger fae looked back to catch his eye. He allowed the shadow dragon to rear up, flexing his wings broadly. Then using one of his siphons he let a single blue flame of light erupt from the dragons mouth.

The elder brother let out a wail as he took off towards his mother.

Laughing lowly to himself, Azriel walked over to the younger brother and asked, "What's your name?"

"Kairen," the boy replied.

"Kairen, I'm Azriel. If your brother ever gives you a hard time again, you know were to find me."

Nodding, the boy smiled then headed in the direction of his family.

Tagging @rosehallshadowsinger @rhysanoodle @porcelainart

#azriel #shadowsinger #acomaf #acofas #acowar #acotar #sarah j. maas #velaris #illyrian

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Aelin walking by in that black dress from QOS

Rowan’s reaction

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…………………………………………………….i’m dying…………………………………………..

(props to @probablylikesixducks for helping me with backgrounds and dealing with my annoying snaps xoxo love ya gal) 

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CAN WE SAY THIS A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

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Waiting on Kingdom of Ash, King of Scars, and The Wicked King to come out like:

#kingdom of ash #king of scars #the wicked king #sarah j. maas #leigh bardugo #holly black #nikolai lantsov #prince cardan #jude duarte #fae #aelin ashryver #aelin and rowan #rowan whitethorn #ferris bueller's day off

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I think people forget just how starved we writers are for feedback. Like every time someone tells me how much they liked my writing or how it touched them I do an internal breakdance while crying for five minutes straight. 

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Wylan: Jesper asked me how i slept last night and i didn’t know whether to say “good” or “okay” Wylan: i got nervous so i said “gay”