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i am so concerned that sarah just thinks this is an okay way for them to treat her. sometimes she seems aware of her characters flaws while other times she seems to just think they are justified in all of their abhorrent, arrogant, self-righteous behavior

“Elain was like a dog, loyal to whatever master kept her fed and in comfort.”

— Nesta in ACOSF (chapter 32)

“Why not tell Elain about the baby’s sex first?”. “She discovered the pregnancy. I wanted you to know this part before anyone else.”

— Feyre to Nesta in ACOSF ( chapter 21)

And this is why Elain desperately needs to get out of the NC. This is how they all see her. Feyre didn’t even bother telling Elain about her pregnancy whereas she wanted to reveal it to Nesta herself. Rhysand treats her like she’ll be of no help whatsoever in scrying or anything court-related and has all his focus narrowed only on Nesta’s abilities. Cassian outright said she doesn’t belong in this court how much ever she claims to be a part of it. Amren and Mor just don’t care. Azriel is just out there projecting all his unresolved issues on her and making incel like decisions for her. The twins who are spies/househelps for Rhysand and Az, which makes them basically her ‘paid-friends’. Elain is barely respected and valued there,which is so sad. She really needs to get out and take over spring or something and find her own path, her own found family and let her true potential shine. Whether she accepts the mate bond or not doesn’t matter. But the NC, the Inner Circle and Azriel is most definitely not for someone like her.

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what is this obsession with erasing lucien's autumn court identity i don't get it lol. his room at tim tam's was literally autumn themed. he can embrace his day court side without changing his entire aesthetic. he is like the only high fae that actually gives off faerie vibes in this series he doesn't have to ditch all of his clothes for a permanent toga pls 😭😭

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thank you so much! 💕💕

dark jon fics recommendations?

1. Beasts of Seasons by simonetta

She had prepared her words and her actions meticulously. She hadn’t prepared to actually see him. Or, Jon and Sansa reunite and things don't go according to plan, forcing Sansa to reevaluate her identity and her loyalties and forcing Jon to come back to himself. Post-ADWD, bookverse fic. Jon and Sansa reunite on campaign to win back Winterfell.

2. The Difference by @asilentfrenzy

“I was not the one to strangle your brother or burn your grandfather.” “The North sees no difference.” Sansa’s glassy eyes focused and trained directly on Aemon's, her gaze becoming fiery with an intensity that threw him off before her tone dropped in temperature. “The Starks see no difference." The implication was clear and quite intentional, and the blow was all the harder in the knowledge that she took the risk to make it despite how fearful of him she was.

3. deathless by @kingsansa

“The men I came here with,” He began, “The ones my family chooses to associate with—they aren’t my friends. And they’re nobody you would want to know. They’re callous and greedy. They aren’t good people. If they see something or someone that belongs to someone who they perceive as their better, they’ll want it. They’ll do anything to take it. They can’t help themselves.” His skin was rough, but his touch on the underside of her jaw was velvet. His fingertips were cold. She told herself that that was why she was shuddering. “Do you understand?” He asked. She didn’t. She was tired and tipsy and confused and frustrated— She was starving in a way she never had before, for something that she couldn’t understand. “But I don’t belong to you,” She said, uncertain and shaky; a doe on new legs. “No,” He said. “You don’t.” And she wondered if she imagined it, the way his chin ducked, a nod of appeasement, as if to say: Not yet.

4.Cute But a Psycho by @amymel86

Sansa is hung over on the morning her husband's severed hands are delivered to her doorstep.

5. hiraeth by @kingsansa

“You’ll permit me.” He murmured. It was not a question. But for reasons she could not understand, she knew she would. He ran his fingers over her cheek. Along her brow. Underneath her chin. He did not venture underneath her veil. He acted as if he did not need to. His touch was warm, almost reverent. When at last, his hand returned to his side, he said, just loud enough for her to hear, “There you are.” Alayne said nothing, but the breath she released was tremulous. Anticipatory. Exhilarated.

6. wolfsong by @kingsansa

She does not close her eyes. She does not sleep. She does not dream. After almost 200 years of running, it is the one place he always manages to find her.

7. Beloved Monster by @amymel86

“An acquaintance of mine can settle all your debts,” the man says, still not looking at Harrold as he makes his offer. Sansa is stunned. Glancing to Harry, she can tell he is too. Her hand absentmindedly reaches up to her neck, tips of her fingers whispering over the bare skin where her mother’s garnet necklace used to sit. Coming out of his momentary stupor, Harry shakes his head. “Sir, I thank you for the offer but my debts are significant and I doubt your acquaintance will-“ “He has the means to cover it all and is happy to do so.” “I-...” her husband scratches at the back of his head. “Repayment will be.... slow. I do not have the means to-“ “Repayments will not be necessary.” Sansa frowns. This is surely some sort of entrapment for her husband. Is he bright enough not to fall for it? Who is this gentleman and who is this acquaintance of his that seemingly wants to throw away his money on a scoundrel like her husband? Harry’s brow furrows. “No repayments? Then what does your friend want in return?” The gentleman’s gaze flicks over Sansa’s form again. “Your wife.”

8. what used to be by @woodswit

the fallout of a marriage of convenience.

9. writer’s block by @woodswit

Writer!Sansa on a deadline for a scene she has no idea how to write, tattooed bartender!Jon. i have nothing else to say for myself.

10. one slip and i am dead by @woodswit

She would rather die than ask Jon, of all people, for help. The history between them is gnarled, knotted, dangerous. But Sansa thinks she knows something about the nuns that keep going missing in Boston, and she knows no one else will believe her.

11. From Instep to Heel by @orangeflavoryawp

“‘I’m a Targaryen,’ he says finally, the words smarting along his tongue, even now. A need and an uncertainty all at once. ‘And she – ’ He stops, swallows. ‘She is nothing,’ he finishes tightly, the untruth a tremulous exhale as it leaves him.” - Jon and Sansa. Like the curve of the horizon, when the moon breaks from beneath its bow.

12. the night we met by @woodswit

They have both left what happened that night—and everything that transpired—in the past, but now Jon's back and he has a request, one Sansa cannot turn down.

13 i fall to pieces (when i'm with you) by usuallysunny

"Go North. Only North. Jon is Lord Commander at the Castle Black. He'll help you." He'd had good intentions, this broken shadow of a man who used to be Theon, and he couldn't have known. Sansa finds a Lord Commander at Castle Black. He has steel-grey eyes, her father's eyes, and a dark beard framing a strong jaw, and he looks and sounds and moves like Jon... But he's not Jon.

14. your halo slipping down by @woodswit

When Arya disappears while hunting Sansa's stalker, Sansa knows she's got to take matters into her own hands. Her first move is to go north-- --to Jon Snow, who has just been released from prison. Jon Snow, the boy in black, is her last hope.

15. A Violence Done Most Kindly by @orangeflavoryawp

“There is an old sort of magic to sacrifice, after all.” - Jon and Sansa. Stark is a house of many winters.

16. when the walls come tumbling down by @phantomphaeton

These violent delights have violent ends. With salt and smoke, fire and blood, iron and ice, the tides of fate wash clean the saviors of the continent. Two years after Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow ride south to win the Last War, Westeros is on the verge of destabilization. The Red Wolf—left simmering in fury in the North—is compelled to rejoin the Great Game.

17. Dark! Jon Snow series by @justadram

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if sjm ever cut lucien's hair i'd probably cease to exist. there would be no greater sin

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hey, guys?? i know lucien's father is the high lord of day, but he's an autumn boy through and through. his room was literally made to look like autumn in the spring court. he's not gonna suddenly forget mamaserra's side once he finds out about his father

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remember when lucien gave feyre his cloak on that mountain while he shivered and froze in the cold right after feyre's arrogant ass didn't listen to him about making it through his own damn court and then she still proceeded to continue to be a complete asshole to him despite his selflessness that she didn't deserve?? 🤗

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Autumn Leaves on a Flowered Breeze - Elucien

A mistake.

A mistake. That's what he had called it.

Elain didn't know what she was doing.

What was she doing? Standing in front of Lucien's door after what had just occurred was the last thing she should be doing, but her legs had carried her there before she had known what was happening.

It wasn't fair to him. She knew what they meant to one another. She knew, despite how she had done enough to make it clear she hadn't had any intention of having a relationship with him, that he hadn't been with other females, and yet there she had been right below him ready to kiss another male and who knew what else. She also knew that despite what she had been willing to do with another male that she was incredibly satisfied he never touched other females - that he was loyal to her. That also wasn't fair to him. It was incredibly selfish of her, but she couldn't help it. Admittedly, she didn't want to try.

She raised a hand to knock, freezing when the door opened just before she managed. There he stood, bare chested and expecting her, hair unbound and tousled like he had been pulling his fingers through it out of stress. She could only stare, having no idea what to say to him. Wordlessly, he stepped back, pulling his door open wider for her before clicking it shut behind her after she took his invitation without hesitation. When she turned back around he was leaning against his door with crossed arms, watching her with his gold eye whirring.

“Are you doing alright tonight, dove?”

She blinked, surprised by his incredibly informal question. Lucien was never so casual with her. She swallowed, wondering just how much he knew. Was there resentment in his tone when he asked it? She searched his face, finding nothing but a neutral gaze with just a touch of wary concern. So he wasn't upset with her, never once had he ever made her feel as though he was upset with her, but perhaps upset enough by whatever he had concluded about what she had been doing downstairs to not be as controlled as she was used to him being with her.

“No, I'm not,” she said simply, tilting her nose up slightly as she tried to appear sure of herself, clasping her hands behind her back. “I am not doing alright at all, and I am sure you know that.”

“I do know that,” he confirmed, dipping his head in acknowledgment, the concern in his eyes more evident.

“And I came up here to ask you for something,” she breathed.

“Anything for you, lady,” he automatically replied.

Of course that would be his answer. She already knew that would be his answer. Another reason why it wasn't fair for her to come up to him.

“I want a kiss.”

There was a moment of hesitation, and she knew why.

He was an honorable male.

She closed her eyes, ice cold defeat slowly trickling in. He wouldn't do it. Of course he wouldn't, and she shouldn't have gone up to his room to stand before him and demand his touch and affection just minutes after wanting another male's. Right beneath her mate. When she knew Azriel had gotten a thrill out of the fact, and that thought alone had made her feel gross and wrong, but she was desperate for real desire. Not forced desire sourced from some magical bond that neither one of them could control. But apparently she wasn't going to get that.

Before she could speak again, hands were cradling her face and tipping her head back as her lips were captured by his. She was unable to help the small gasp of surprise as he took advantage of her parted lips. Instantly she melted into the kiss, and she shouldn't have been surprised by how right it felt and how naturally she welcomed his kiss. She had always been tentative before in her kisses, but there was no hesitation when returning Lucien's. Her mate's.

She could feel the significant restraint behind his kiss, the raw hunger behind it. And though he was doing a very good job holding himself back, she could feel the smallest need to punish, to show her all that she had been trying to escape. Him. There was vengeance in his kiss, but nothing malicious. She tasted desperation as well, an urgency to prove himself.

What shocked her was how thrilled she was by the subtle possessiveness of it. She had fought so hard against the idea of him having any claim to her, but everything about it felt right and the effect on her very soul was instant. She could feel the pieces of her that had gone missing blooming once more and he had only just started to touch her.

His hand slid down to lightly guide her by the back of her neck, his thumb tipping her jaw back as he towered over her further, the same thumb tracing down over the center of her throat. She shivered beneath the very simple touch. It was subtle, but it reminded her that he was inhuman and there was a predator somewhere deep inside of him. Quite deep, based on how exemplary of a courtier he was, at least when it came to her, but it was there, and there was a piece of her that didn't exist before the Cauldron that called to it. He devoured her, and she wanted to race to devour him first despite how she knew she would lose every time. She couldn't even remember how it felt to kiss Graysen. She could hardly remember her name.

She made a small sound of protest when he broke the kiss much sooner than she would have liked, but his lips still hovered over hers.

"What happened, Elain? Why did you come to my room already scented with arousal? Was it for another male?" His thumb stroked back up her throat. "Hmm?"

"It was... not," she struggled to get out, completely out of breath and out of sorts as she was continuously shocked by his behavior.

"No?" He asked in only partially mocking curiosity, his head cocking to the side in a near comical way as the manner of it reminded her again that he was not at all human.

"No," she repeated firmly, tilting her chin back more as she watched his face, a taste of defiance on her tongue. “Whenever you are near I feel… flustered. I only meant to remedy it with another male.” She smiled when he responded with a snarl he clearly meant to keep in, pleased he had failed. At that moment the fey part of her didn't want a gentleman. The fey part of her wanted to challenge.

“And how did that work out for you?”

“I'm here, aren't I?”

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aww thank you so much! that means so much!! i haven't had anyone talk to me about that fic in a long time! i could send you what i have written if you're interested 🥰

Would you ever go back and update your DracoxAstoria fic?

yes, if you can believe it! i have the next two chapters done (and have had them done for years), but i just can't seem to edit them and get them posted. honestly my writing has improved so much since that fic and i want to edit the whole story, but it's over sixty chapters and over 300k words 💀💀 i also want to replace ophelia's character with the character she was originally meant to be because she's so poorly done in comparison to the other female characters, so that's also nagging at me. but i will get the final chapters out before fixing the entire thing!

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Fuck, marry, kill, but it's Rice crispy, Carry on, Azriel

lol kill azriel, fuck carry on, marry rice crispy (controversial, i know, but i would not be able to handle either of the sidekick bAt bOyS and i at least enjoyed rice crispy in the beginning of the books as a character and i don't want to marry someone who is willing to be a lackey to their master even at the expense of the so-called love of their life. pathetic 🤢🤢)

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This might be so random, but I feel like the detail of Elain banging her old fiance was such a retcon. Like Elain is an uppity prim bitch. I just felt like it was a lazy cop out from the author, so she could get straight into kinky smut.

sarah said she doesn't like to do virginity scenes. which is fine, but i think that as an author it's wild to change a character to accommodate writing blocks. the type of culture she set for her human world definitely points to a purity culture, which elain would definitely adhere to. unless grayson really pressured her, i think it was a poor choice as an author to add that bit in. it worked with feyre and nesta (even though i didn't think nesta's "rock bottom" ((🙄)) fit her either), but it is definitely an obvious cop-out for elain. i at least hope she has an issue with virginity scenes for other reasons than them being too "boring" for her

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Would you ever go back and update your DracoxAstoria fic?

yes, if you can believe it! i have the next two chapters done (and have had them done for years), but i just can't seem to edit them and get them posted. honestly my writing has improved so much since that fic and i want to edit the whole story, but it's over sixty chapters and over 300k words 💀💀 i also want to replace ophelia's character with the character she was originally meant to be because she's so poorly done in comparison to the other female characters, so that's also nagging at me. but i will get the final chapters out before fixing the entire thing!

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Whats your ship? gwynriel/elucien 🥰

When was the moment you shipped them?

What are your top 3 reasons why you ship them?

What is one thing you'd love to see in their book?

elucien 🦊🌸

1. they are so compatible in every way. i have a giant post of sources on that, so i won't be writing a novel here on it, but there is SO much they have in common!

2. i think they will bring out the best in each other

3. the aesthetic?? excellent

i MUST see lucien challenging elain. her coping mechanism is avoidance. lucien won't coddle her because he respects her and doesn't infantilize her like literally everyone else

(i do think gwynriel will be endgame, but i am not an azriel fan. i ship him with extensive therapy. but gwyn does seem to be good for him!)

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since it's eris week it must be discussed how much eris gives off daemon targaryen season one vibes (obviously not in appearance lmao)

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You are one of my favourite Gwynriel/Elucien shippers! Go on anon and send this to 5 of your favourite ones! 💖🌻

this is so sweet 😭💕💕

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I’m so tired of seeing negative discourse about Tamlin. The people who hate him the most think Rhysand and Cassian are the BEST mates. Like the hypocrisy makes me gag. Everyone will say “he slept perfectly fine while she threw up”. Actually ma’am, he slept at the end of the bed in his BEAST FORM because he was terrified something or someone would try to hurt her. He did the best he could while trying to heal his own trauma and deal with the ONCOMING WAR but, no continue to preach that he’s abusive 🙄 like yes he made mistakes but so DID RHYS AND CASSIAN. Yet they get praised for their shitty behavior. That’s my rant for the day😒

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What's with you mfs trying to uwuify Lucien? The guy who offered a moon on a string? Who roasted Tamlin's lack of rizz? Who dominated Cassian with one word?? He's got fire in his blood and he fucks like too? Trust me babes, he's got this covered. Biggest dick in Prythian right there.