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I noticed something while rereading the Caraval serie...Why is Legend always leaning against something?! xD

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If Rhysand was inspired by Sarah's husband and Xaden was inspired by Rebecca's husband. Then there's still faith for all of us readers.

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Now everytime there's a storm with lighting, my mind instantly goes "Oh Violet and Xaden must be having a great time together". Thanks Rebecca 🥴

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I wanna live inside an anime movie...with my cats... and a cute love interest that is a wizard or something cool... is it too much to ask?!

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*me watching Suzume with my mom*

My mom: "I didn't know guys in anime movies could look so hot".

Me: "IKR" *fangirls*

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Just saw Suzume and omg!! It's so beautiful and fun. I loved every minute 😊 If you like anime or not, pls do yourself a favor and watch it.

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Has anyone seen Fena: Pirate Princess?! It has ToG vibes!!

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Came here to fangirl about Kaguya-sama Love is War s3. THAT SCENEE was so perfect!! ALSO that wink to A-ha's song Take on Me AND Arséne Lupin!!!! Def my FAV 😌

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...does this mean rhysand's last name is fucking danaan

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Sk8ter boy song hits different when you like ballet and have a crush on a skater boy.

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YES PLS 😍

Hear me out:

High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyre of the Night Court

Lord Cassian and Lady Nesta of Illyria

Prince Azriel and Princess Elain of the Court of Nightmares

Lord Cassian and Lady Nesta of Illyria - General to the Night Court and Commanders of the Illyrian and Valkyrie Legions

Rhys’s face was carefully calm. “You didn’t ask what bigger responsibilities I have in mind for you.”

“I assumed Nesta was big enough,” he hedged.

Rhys gave him a knowing look. “You could be more.”

“I’m your general. Isn’t that enough?”

“Is it enough for you?”

Yes , he almost said. But found himself hesitating

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“Hello, Lord Devlon.” The leader of the camp, then.

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“How did you—I mean, how do you and Lord Cassian—” Cassian spewed his wine across the table, causing Mor to leap up, swearing at him as she used a napkin to mop her dress.

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“Lord Cassian.” He peered over a shoulder to where Emerie still stood behind the counter. He didn’t bother to correct her, to say that he did not and would never accept using lord before his name.

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You as well, Lord Cassian.

“Just Cassian,” he said, as he had said so many times now.

You are a lord in good deeds. It is not a title born, but earned.

He bowed his head as he said thickly, “Thank you.” It took him until he reached the section where Clotho had said Nesta would be to shake off the high priestess’s words. What they meant to him.

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A low, bitter laugh. But she turned to Cassian, looked him over as if she were a queen on a throne.

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How she calls to you. A queen, as my sister once was. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter sunrise.”

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Nesta smirked. “If we are to be Valkyries born again,” she said, “maybe we should combine the Illyrian and Valkyrie techniques.”

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“I always thought she was born on the wrong side of the wall,” Elain admitted. “She made ballrooms into battlefields and plotted like any general."

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“You plan on leading an army, Nes?”

“Not an army.” She glanced sidelong at him. “But perhaps a small unit of females.”

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“Nesta is … she’s Illyrian. I mean that as a compliment, but she’s an Illyrian at heart."

Prince Azriel and Princess Elain of the Court of Nightmares - Commanders of the Darkbringer Legion and Spymasters of the Night Court

There was an icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw. In the centuries I’d known him, he’d said little about his life, those years in his father’s keep, locked in darkness. Perhaps the shadowsinger gift had come to him then, perhaps he’d taught himself the language of shadow and wind and stone.

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The Hewn City. A place of such terrible beauty.

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Already dressed for the Hewn City—the brutal, beautiful armor so at odds with the lovely garden. And my sister sitting within it.

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As he revealed the legion of Keir’s Darkbringers charging on foot, swathed in wisps of night and armed with star-bright steel.

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Cassian—I couldn’t even spot him beyond the blazing flare of his Siphons near the front lines, crimson glowing amid the vicious shadows of Keir’s Darkbringers as they wielded them to their advantage: blinding swaths of Hybern soldiers in sudden darkness... then blinding them doubly when they ripped those shadows away and left nothing but glaring sunlight.

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Our foot soldiers had broken the lines in places, Keir screaming at his Darkbringers to get back into position, plumes of shadows flaring from him.

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He might have defied and proved those Illyrian pricks wrong at every turn, but it won’t matter if Rhys makes him Prince of Velaris—he’ll see himself as a bastard-born nobody, and not good enough for anyone.

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Great, scaled black beasts were carved into those gates, all coiled together in a nest of claws and fangs, sleeping and fighting, some locked in an endless cycle of devouring each other. Between them flowed vines of jasmine and moonflowers.

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She had come alive here, and her joy was infectious. There wasn’t a servant or gardener who didn’t smile at her, and even the brusque head cook found excuses to bring her plates of cookies and tarts at various points in the day. I marveled at it, actually—that those years of poverty hadn’t stripped away that light from Elain. Perhaps buried it a bit, but she was generous, loving, and kind.

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I wondered what she saw when she looked at the cottage. If she beheld not a prison but a shelter—a shelter from a world that had possessed so little good, but she tried to find it anyway, even if it had seemed foolish and useless to me.

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But I tried to smile, if only for Elain, who flitted about the room, personally greeting each guest and dancing with all their important sons.

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Elain had always been gentle and sweet—and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light.

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And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her. But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed.

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“Look who decided to grow claws after all.”

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“And you were his princess?”

Ice cracked through her. “No. Elain was his princess."

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Are you an actress??

LOL no, why do you think so? 😆

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🌸✨DEATH AND HIS LOVELY FAWN✨🌸

I wanted to share the stunning fanart I commissioned for Elriel! The amazing author behind this beautiful masterpiece is Mellendraws on Instagram! She was the sweetest! So please if you repost give credit to both me and her!

Cr:mellendraws

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Fav fancast #1 for Nikolai Lantsov, Louis Hoffmann. 

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Feysand | Nessian | Elriel | Vassien ♥️

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Okay but I get all sorts of feels when I think about Papa Rhys