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Eccentric, witty, unserious, funny, bubbly, loving, curious, feminist, sunshine girl and stoic, broody, takes himself too seriously, emotionally unstable, grumpy guy become friends (and rivals) pushing the best parts of each other out while slowly falling in love, I think I've seen that film before! In..

Bob and Linda (Bob's Burger's)

Luke and Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)

Gilbert and Anne (Anne of Green Gable)

Dimitri and Anastasia (Anastasia)

And of course Gwyn and Azriel

Day 2: Tropes @gwynrielweeksofficial

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and while im at it fuck isreal and fuck zionist and fuck poilievre

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you absolutely cooked with this response and to add onto your last point it just further highlights how people intrinsically view white women as victims or in need of protecting while woc are pushed off to the side or expected to protect themselves

my little think piece hot take is when people mention how feminine characters are overlooked and whatnot, they often fail to mention WOC (since most of the time there is a WOC who is equally if not more feminine in the series) which just proves their point but also highlights how this conversation is quite performative.

For acotar people mention Elain, and although there is for sure some misogyny, it makes no sense for her to be the poster child of this when we have Emerie with the same hobbies (plus shes an avid romance reader and fights with and for women, which is the most feminine thing to do) yet she is often masculinized to the tens or overlooked. I could take it a step further and say since she's not a light skinned WOC it's even worse.

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my little think piece hot take is when people mention how feminine characters are overlooked and whatnot, they often fail to mention WOC (since most of the time there is a WOC who is equally if not more feminine in the series) which just proves their point but also highlights how this conversation is quite performative.

For acotar people mention Elain, and although there is for sure some misogyny, it makes no sense for her to be the poster child of this when we have Emerie with the same hobbies (plus shes an avid romance reader and fights with and for women, which is the most feminine thing to do) yet she is often masculinized to the tens or overlooked. I could take it a step further and say since she's not a light skinned WOC it's even worse.

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Gwynesta is so real to me. I adore their friendship, but in another world they would be together. Its the grumpy x sunshine, their magic speaking to one another, lady death and her siren. The banter, the way Gwyn is the one to pull Nesta back, and Nesta pushes Gwyn out. The top of the mountain devotion, the overcoming trauma to be with one another. Being each others number one fan, ride or dies. The praising of one another, the monologue of Gwyn's beauty.

Day 6 @gwynweekofficial

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Songs from pop girls I think Gwyn would write/sing in her setlist!

Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter

Water by Tyla

Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter

God Is a Woman by Ariana Grande

Feels Like by Gracie Abrams

Nobody Gets Me by SZA

Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

I Know by Faye Webster

Opposite by Sabrina Carpenter

scared of my guitar by Olivia Rodrigo

WILDFLOWER by Billie Eilish

The Water is Fine by Chloe Ament

Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA

Queen of the Waves by Barbie

Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

Dear God by Tate McRae

Juno by Sabrina Carpenter

Day 2: @gwynweekofficial

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" I was broken once before , I survived it - I will not be broken again , not even by this mountain"

The Spirit of a warrior - Gwyneth Berdara

Artist- Muffin_art

Commissioned by @freyjas-musings

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Gwyn Week Day 1 Phoenix - The Spirit of a Warrior

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Gwyn is a phoenix rising from the ashes after what she went through when she saved the children of Sangravah. She watched her sister fall in front of her and endured suffering like no one should. But she rose up again in ACOSF and is marching down a new path as a reborn Valkyrie.

Her strength and resilience in the face of adversity is awe inspiring. I am excited to see how else she will rise from the ashes of her past and stride towards a new dawn.

🩵⚔️🩵⚔️🩵⚔️🩵⚔️🩵⚔️🩵⚔️🩵⚔️🩵⚔️🩵⚔️

Artist: Mibelart

Commissioner: Me

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An iconic line and a hilarious reinterpretation of it by @: bluenefelibata

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One thing that really pisses me off is when people make Gwyn out to be some girl simping for Azriel. It grinds my gears because like it completely disregards Gwyn's character but also what makes Gwyn and Azriel, Gwyn and Azriel.

One reason I love gwynriel is that Gwyn is truly the only one who is sassying him, not taking him seriously, writing him off, and calling him out. She stays charming him. And I know this will sound bad but she's not like the other priestesses who fawn after him (and no shade to them its funny). Like she want to get to know HIM and it perplex me so much when people paint her out to be his lackey when in actuality is more likely hes HER lackey.

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tab tak is dil ko sukoon na miley

As a Desi girl I saw myself in Emerie so in honour of that I have decided to write a little something something about how I interpret Emerie's thought about being an Illyrian woman in a High Fae society (so basically heavily inspired about my experience as a Desi girl living in the West). Enjoy!

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All aspects of Emerie’s life were shrouded by the simple fact that she was an Illyian woman. An identity so ingrained into her being that she could not separate from it, even if she wanted to, nor can she separate the two from one another. She existed in a body that was deemed less than, and ill suited to the very people who vowed to protect, and serve her. 

She is always overlooked, and dismissed at healers appointments. They deem her pain tolerance higher than the average Fae, claiming that she has thicker skin. Her wings slashed in a way to cause excruciating pain. The women of Emerie’s town were the only ones to take her claims seriously, but even then they couldn’t access the proper materials. No herb she can take, or ointment she could apply, it was like rubbing salt into a wound, a daily reminder that she could no longer taste the sweet wind on her own accord. The maternal death toll of Illyrian women was so high that they all assumed that was how her mother had passed, a lie she ran with to shield herself from her fathers wrath. 

Having a suitable lover was difficult too. Considering how she has the option of all types of people, it really shouldn’t be that hard. Emerie is an intelligent, well accomplished, and beautiful woman. It wasn’t like attracting a person was difficult to her, it was just that her lovers always came with some sort of relationship ending issue. Illyrian women are less likely to be open with their sexualities, leading to a string of unfulfilling relationships involving  hidden, fleeting moments and the looming idea of brutality or even death. Illyrian men never seemed to value her as much as she needed, while they did appreciate her beauty and body, they rarely appreciated her brain, and soul. High Fae females often masculinized Emerie, placing her in the role of the cocky giver, not that she didn’t partake in such a role every so often, but they automatically assigned it to her even if majority of the females had been with were more ‘masculine’ than her. Emerie didn’t even entertain High Fae men, she feared that they would have nothing in common, and would fetishize her or place themselves in the saviour role.

Sometimes, a truly rotten part of herself, yearns to be as blissfully ignorant as her Valkyrie sisters, to have that ability to be seen as just a woman and not an Illyrian one. It’s not that they don’t understand what she goes through, they see it firsthand, and are the first to come to her aid, but there was always a disconnect there; a disconnect only available due to their lived experience.

Nesta, originally a human, and the lowest rung of society, was Made into a High Fae, the top dog. It was a special type of hierarchy, one that Gwyn is acquainted with. Emerie sometimes finds comfort, and common ground with the copper haired priestess. They both experience prejudice due to this, but Gwyn still favours her High Fae side, she has the luxury to be deemed as respectable because of this quantum, something that Emerie simply couldn’t do. 

The High Lord has the same issue, although infinitely worse. He parades around his Illyrian nature only when it benefits him, only to assert dominance. What a peculiar thing to associate Illyrians with, violence, when all wars fought were because of a High Fae male being greedy. With all the power, and influence that the High Lord possesses he does not do a particularly good job painting Illyrians in a positive light. Perhaps Emerie shouldn’t care that to the rest of Prythian, Ilyrians are only violent, insolent creatures but she does. A part of Emerie was glad that the High Lord was making strides to show off his Illyrian heritage, but a part of her resented it. 

The other two ‘batboys’ as they have called themselves, a nickname that Emerie finds off, were another ball park in of itself. Fully Illyrian soldiers elevated to the highest form of government in the Night Court. Cassian at least has the common decency to not abandon his people. He rarely speaks ill of them, and helps as much as he could while also engaging with his, hers, culture, but there was an air of otherness. A bitter reminder that he is “one of the good ones.” Azriel on the other hand is a self-hating Illyrian, one so angry at the universe for the shitty customs of his motherland that he simply disowned himself. She understood to a certain degree but she couldn't help but resent him, for whatever oppression he went through was nothing compared to the women. According to Nesta, he spends his days pining after blonde, brown eyed, damsels that he saved. This doesn’t shock Emerie, of course only a light, and bright High Fae female is worth 'saving' and 'protecting'. Not that she would want that in the first place, it was just the principle that a High Fae female is coddled for any slight discomfort they feel, a rhetoric she knows Gwyn shares as well. 

Emerie has her fair share of complaints with her culture. She hates the paternalist nature of it, she hates the division and the need to compete with one another, she hates the judgement, and lack of freedom. Yet she loves her culture, she loves the perfectly flavourful food, the vibrant outfits, the expressive dances, and deep folk songs. She loves the people too, as much as they don’t love her, she will forever love them. Emerie is proud to be an Illyrian woman. To have courage and resilience running through every cell of her body, to empathize with others in a way that only she could understand, to wield her intelligence and strength in order to fight for the mothers, grandmothers, aunties and children, even the stubborn males. She is an Illyrian woman, and that is her power.

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For @emerieweekofficial

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i went on anti-gwyn side of tumbler and ao3 and all I have to say is that i'm scared and worried

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Gwyn: *wearing the new Valkyrie leathers with confidence and a radiant smile* How do I look?

Emerie: *focused and taking note of where the seams can be improved*

Nesta: ...

Nesta: Smash

Cassian: What did you say?

Nesta: *blushing* Nothing

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Gwyneth Berdara

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Emerie of Illyria

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Nesta had been beautiful as a human woman. As High Fae, she was devastating.

Continuing to explore the Archerons pre- and post-transformation into Fae, this time with Nesta. I like to think her eyes lost some of those icy blue hues in favor of silver. Also my hot take (forgive me) is that I don't vibe with the intricate braided updo: she hates being Fae at the start, she has no time to look that put-together. Idk I just think beautiful women should be allowed to go feral and burn the world down a little

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Gwyn but its her singing "opposite" by sabrina carpenter