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$LAYYYTER
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Misplaced Lens Cap
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if i look back, i am lost

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iβve gone a bit collage crazy over the last few weeks and made one for each court + our sweet elriel
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter
Dawn
Day
Night
Dusk
and one special one for elriel
elriel art: @ gracerstudios
One of my favourite platonic interactions between Elain and Rhysandπ₯Ή
He gave her a scenic tour to distract her from the argument with Nestaπ
βyou cameβ elain said behind her, and nesta started, not having heard her sister approach. she scanned elain from head to toe, wondering if sheβd been taking lessons in stealth either from azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.β
; acosf chap 58 β‘
114 days until elriel book.
first art by vats9_9, comm by elain_kingslayer and second art by tangerine.eileen
Nuala and Cerridwen week!!!
art by me;)

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Cassian: Sunrise is happening now. Let's go!
Azriel: My sunrise hasn't happened yet.
Cassian: What?
Azriel: Elain wakes up in...
*checks pocket watch*
Azriel: ... 9 minutes.
tog moodboards β elide lochanΒ Β
βBecause I am from Terrasen and believed my queen dead. And now she is alive, and fighting, so I will fight with her. So that no other girls will be taken from their homes and brought to Morath and forgotten.βΒ
high lady of the night court.
muni was such a kind and loving soul, and no words can convey the light she brought into the lives of everyone she knew, even if she had only known them for a short time.
tbh i donβt really have words. this is shocking and devastating and iβm praying for her family in all of this.
if you have the means to donate to help those suffering in the aftermath of the venezuela earthquakes, here are some links. i may update if i find more.
hold each other tighter today π
barnes & nobles removed this from Sarah's pageπ
either something is coming or they got tired of waiting
(screenshots credits: aoitavacorte)

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Just found out that the great artist Muni_Luny has passed away after the Earthquakes in Venezuela :(((
May she rest in peace!
lucien literally told feyre to suck it up buttercup when she was being abused by tamlin. my goat azriel, a true lover of women, would never.
Elriel π©·
Cerridwen πͺ»
Headcanons:
She appreciates fine jewelry and has a growing collection of perfumes from across Prythian and the Continent
Prides herself on being the more fashion forward sister and designs most of the outfits and styling for the Inner Circle
Proficient with daggers, can hit a moving target from 10 meters consistently
More soft spoken and reserved than her twin
Has curly hair and loves trying new ways to style it
She is older than Nuala by three minutes but lets her sister believe otherwise
People here use the " reading comprehension" term to sound smart because i don't think half of the population here actually knows what it means!!!
We Elriels and feysands have theories based on the quotes,story plotlines, scenes and interactions written inside the book and constantly reading and judging the patterns of writing of Sarah's book series!!!
Then there is another half of this fandom whose entire theories are based on what will sound spicy, inspired from another author's book, completely imaginary scenarios , having no canon moments in the original book and having no connection with the actual story plot, and mostly taken from fanfics.
That's not reading comprehension that's your wild imagination!

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[untitled]
Sleep had abandoned her weeks ago.
It circled just beyond reach, waiting until exhaustion dragged her under for an hour or two before another dreamβor the absence of oneβwrenched her awake.
Tonight was no different.
So Elain wandered.
Barefoot, wrapped in a thin robe against the cool night air, she slipped downstairs in search of tea. Silence. Anything that belonged only to her for a little while longer.
The entrance hall lay in darkness, moonlight spilling through the tall windows onto polished marble.
She was halfway across it when the front door opened.
A rush of cool air drifted inside.
Someone stepped over the threshold.
Broad shoulders.
Black leather.
A travel pack lowered to the floor.
Her heart lurched.
Noβ¦
Not again.
She closed her eyes.
For years, sheβd caught glimpses of him everywhere.
A male with dark hair disappearing into a crowd.
Shadows stretching across a rooftop at dusk.
A familiar laugh carried on the wind before she remembered his laugh had always been too quiet to travel that far.
Her mind had become cruel in the years heβd been gone.
She counted a single breath.
Then another.
When she looked againβ¦
He hadnβt vanished.
His shadows drifted over the marble floor.
Real.
Every impossible inch of him.
Her breath snagged somewhere beneath her ribs.
He stilled.
As though heβd heard it.
And looked up.
Time had not softened him.
It had made him dangerous.
Harder around the mouth. Broader through the shoulders. Dark stubble shadowed the face sheβd spent years forcing herself not to remember. New scars traced skin sheβd once imagined tracing herself.
Her pulse stumbled.
She should have felt anger.
Resentment.
Anything but this.
Instead, something long buried stirred painfully back to life.
Five years.
Five years of teaching herself not to look for him whenever a room fell quiet.
Five years of trading away tiny pieces of herself until sheβd almost forgotten who sheβd been before he left.
And one look was all it took for her to realise sheβd only been pretending.
βAz?β
His expression didnβt change. But something dark flickered behind his hazel eyes.
His gaze drifted over her face as though committing it to memory.
Then lower.
To the diamond glinting against her left hand.
He looked at it for only a heartbeat.
When his eyes returned to hers, whatever sheβd glimpsed had disappeared behind the same unreadable mask heβd always worn.
βI hear congratulations are in order.β
Especially for what theyβd done for my sister. The companionship, the purpose, the small sense of normalcy in that kitchen. Sheβd bought them those cozy, fuzzy blankets from the weaver, one raspberry pink and the other lilac.