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🩷Valkyrie x Pilates⚔️

One of my amazing friends @_banannikacos suggested this idea based on the @bloomsburypublishing promos and I couldn’t get it out of my head, so here’s a silly little doodle/comic.

Hope you enjoy it! Major thanks to @miseryreads for the concept creation!

Yeah I get pissed for the girls as a whole, but what truly pisses me off is what this implies about Emerie’s story.

Emerie has never had sisters, she’s never experienced a bond like this one. And on top of this, she was born into a world where being a woman is the worst possible thing you could be. They strip her of her autonomy and debilitate her, kill her mother and leave her with nothing but her store, which the men are also trying to take.

She spends her whole life systemically oppressed and then she meets Nesta, who also needs saving, who also needs to learn what being a sister is like.

Emerie takes the initiative to join training, to gain the strength and bravery to stand up to these men, all while gaining sisters and creating some of the most beautiful bonds we’ve seen in the series. She experiences girlhood for the first time ever.

And then she proves to the Illyrian men who have ruined her life, that she can be powerful, that she can overcome, and that she can whoop ass.

She can do everything they can and more.

You’re telling me you read all of this and you still think it’s boring and overdone?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝.

The top of the first page, it merely said, Chapter Twenty-One. She read the first few lines beneath it, then nearly dropped the pages. “This—this is about us.”

Gwyn beamed. “I convinced Merrill to add us into the penultimate chapter. She even let me write it—with her own annotations, of course. But it’s about the rebirth of the Valkyries. About what we’re doing.”

Gwyn’s fingers slid into hers, squeezing tight. Nesta looked up to find her holding Emerie’s free hand as well. Gwyn smiled again, her eyes bright. “Our stories are worth telling.”

"I am the rock against which the surf crashes. Nothing can break me"

"Nothing can break us....The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren, Right then and there. That was when it all changed."

It became the ritual: to cut that ribbon, to be crowned with its severed half and anointed Valkyrie. Gwyn was the first. Emerie the second. By the end of training that morning, Nesta became the third.

“I wanted them to know. What you’ve accomplished. That even though Valkyries don’t have something akin to the Blood Rite, you’re as trained as any warrior in Illyria.”

Friendship Bracelets and Wishes

But Gwyn grinned, beginning her demonstration by selecting three colors that she thought matched Emerie’s spirit, she claimed. Green, purple, and gold. Nesta refrained from snickering and selected colors for Gwyn: blue, white, and teal. Emerie, in turn, selected Nesta’s colors: navy blue, crimson, and silver.

“Let me make a wish for all of us,” she explained, gathering the three charms. A small gift—for the friends who had become like sisters.

A chosen family. Like the one Feyre had found for herself.

Nesta squeezed the charms in her palm, closing her eyes, and said: “I wish for us to have the courage to go out into the world when we are ready, but to always be able to find our way back to each other. No matter what.”

The Blood Rite ⚔️

“I want to take that road.” Her voice thickened. “I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two. No matter what may befall us. Not as Illyrians, not for their titles, but as something new. To prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions.”

“So we climb Ramiel. We take the Breaking. We win to prove to everyone that something new can be as powerful and unbreakable as the old rules. That something no one has ever seen before, not entirely Valkyrie nor entirely Illyrian, can win the Blood Rite.”

"Succeeding in the Blood Rite didn’t mean the training stopped. No, after she and her friends told Cassian and Azriel most of the details of their ordeal, the two commanders had compiled a long list of mistakes that the three of them had made that needed to be corrected, and the others wanted to learn from them, too.

In honor of pride month I am posting my last hurrah of gwynerie 🥹 I loved this two so much and I love their dynamic and the possibilities that they have together.

I love my bisexual priestess and my lesbian princess so much!

This was actually for @emerieweekofficial and it was not done in time so then I was gonna use it for @gwynweekofficial but at las things got in the way and I wasn’t able to participate :( but I love them so much anyway.