Ashmita Ghosh

As described by Selnick’s article:

I just hit 4,500 followers today and I’m super sick rn so I decided I had a lot of inspiration for this particular preference because its just what I want right now

Requested by @dreams-of-feysand @writergash and some nonnies

Preference Tag List: @dreams-of-feysand @runesandfaes@autumn03 @fiery-feyre @januarystears@caitlyn-blackwell @starzablaze @writergash @illyriangoddess @wyrdtoyourmother @perks-of-being-a-lunar @justbooklover @aelinxfeyre @queen-archeron@twirling-pages​ (Let me know if you want to be added to this list!)

Rowan:

You have a fever, so Rowan uses his powers to keep you cool when you’re overheated or warm when you have chills. He keeps fresh air circulating the room to help your overworked lungs and has an ice pack constantly ready to soothe your pounding headache. He fusses over you all day and it’s the most adorable thing ever.

Rhysand:

He takes you to the cabin when you are sick, both for fresh air and some alone time to get better. The cabin’s magic takes care of both of you and without responsibilities and plenty of sleep, your health improves fairly quickly. You get back to Velaris a week later even though you were only sick for three of those days. That alone time was definitely used to it’s fullest extent.

Aelin:

She makes you into a roll of blankets and then realizes that she didn’t leave you enough room to move your arms. So then its a process of unrolling and re-rolling so she can hand you the steaming cup of tea she’s been keeping warm –and proceeds to keep warm enough so that it soothes but does not burn your throat. When you’re done, she provides an abundance of books to read and says ‘bless you’ literally every single time you sneeze.

Dorian:

The King of Adarlan gives you a massage when you are sick in bed. With both his magic and physical hands, Dorian rubs your shoulders and feet until your body is completely relaxed. He then proceeds to kiss up the length of your body and you honestly completely forget about your pounding head and screaming throat. Especially when Dorian takes it upon himself to place a sweet peck right on the tip of your red nose.

Kallias: Yeah?

Viviane: Remember that time I asked why I couldn’t be High Lady?

Kallias: Yeah.

Viviane: Yeah.

Viviane: Let’s get on that.

Kallias: But—

Viviane: No buts. Because remember those years where I wasn’t your wife? Yeah? We can go back to those years.

Kallias:

Cuddling Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Holding their first child

Proposals

First ‘I Love You’s

Jealousy

Finding Out You’re Pregnant

When on Your Period

Kisses

First Meeting/Mate Bond

Wedding

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1. Nicknames: I don’t have any, just Claire 2. Gender: Female 3. Star sign: Scorpio 4. Height: 5′2″ 5. Time: 3:16 pm 6. Birthday: November 6 7. Favorite Bands: Paramore ftw 8. Favorite solo artist: Currently Dua Lipa, Bruno Mars, Lorde, Ed Sheeran 10. Song stuck in my head right now: “Walls Could Talk” by Halsey 11. Last movie I watched: Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice (I watched it this morning purely for research because I wanted to know the storyline going into Justice League. Overall, it wasn’t a very good movie, but Wonder Woman had some screen time so it was totally worth it.) 12. Last show I watched: The Defenders (ahhh I love this show) 13. When I created this blog: May 14, 2015 14. What I post: I whole bunch of random shit. A lot of Marvel stuff, a lot of book stuff (like ACOTAR), and some political stuff. Recently I’ve been obsessing over Tom Holland, aka the love of my life. 15. Last thing I googled: “iron fist actor” (his name is Finn Jones) 16. Do I have any other blogs: I have crapload of other blogs. @romanhff​, @myavngers​, @futureauthor​, @kitrook​ are the ones I use most, but even then I’m not super active.  17. Do I get asks: Sometimes. I wish I got more, though *wink wink* 18. Why did I choose my URL: Because I am Nesta. (I wish lmao. I just love Nes to pieces.) 19. Followers: 444 (ayyy) 20. Following: 321 (hah) 21. Favorite snack for movie/TV show watching: Popcorn and M&Ms 22. Average hours of sleep: It varies. Last night I got 5 hours. 23. Lucky number: 3 24. Instrument: Used to play clarinet, now just ukulele and some guitar. 25. What am I wearing right now: A blue tank top and Hogwarts sweatpants 26: First celebrity crush: Harry Styles, probably 27. Dream job: Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe an author, or an editor. I would love to somehow be involved in the film industry, either as a script writer, director, actor, or even critic. I wouldn’t mind dancing professionally, either. Basically, I want to do something creative.  28. Dream trips: Does the whole world count? I literally want to visit as many places as I can. (But I would especially love to do like a road trip through France and Italy, and I really want to go to Poland also. Oh, and Prague.) 29. Favorite food: I love all food but maybe pizza? Or sushi, or just a really good pasta. 30. Nationality: USA

I got part of this idea from @stherix for when the mating bond snaps, thank you darling. First meeting is for the non-Fae in this preference, which was requested by @fiery-feyre @embracethenight138 and some nonnies

THANK YOU @highladyyfeyre @my-boyo-fenrys and @autumn03 for being my beta team on this, you guys helped so much because I honestly didn’t think this was any good so thank you!

Preference Tag List: @runesandfaes @autumn03 @fiery-feyre @januarystears @caitlyn-blackwell @starzablaze @writergash @illyriangoddess @wyrdtoyourmother (let me know if you want to be added to this tag list!) 

Rowan: 

It snaps right away for him. He smells your intoxicating scent and he meets your eyes and just. Boom. Somehow, in a split second, he is across the room in front of you, his pine green eyes boring into your own with fierce intensity and he purrs, ‘Hello, mate,’ with just the stupidest half smile on his face that you fall in love with immediately. He offers you his hand and bends down low, without taking his eyes off you, to place a kiss on your knuckle. It is a reverent and completely loving touch that sends shivers down your spine and then it clicks for you as well. Rowan’s smile widens because he sees realization dawn in your eyes as he straightens. You take in his tall, strong frame, corded muscles, long white hair, and you murmur, ‘well hello to you too’. 

Rhysand:

It seems like all the air is taken from his lungs when it first snaps. His heart is pounding rapidly in his chest and Rhys feels as if it might explode. His usual smug expression disappears until unrelenting determination and love shine through. He doesn’t even believe - can’t believe - that the Cauldron would grace him with such an exquisite creature as a mate. ‘Mine’ he whispers, more to himself than anyone else. You’re across the room so you don’t hear him and Rhys is pretty sure that you don’t know yet, so he decides to not tell you for a little while. However, that doesn’t stop him from murmuring quietly practically every time he sees you - a smile playing on his face - ‘mine.’

Aelin:

She is completely and utterly shocked when the mate bond snaps. Being half-Fae, she was never completely sure that she would get a mate, much less you, her best friend since she was a child. She frets for days about how to tell you, and ends up showing up at your bedroom door one night, in nothing but an extremely scandalous nightgown. You sputter a few times at the sight, trying not to stare at her though you desperately want to. Aelin mutters, ‘Huh, I thought my mate would be happy to see me with so few clothes’. Your eyes widen because you can’t believe that you might have just actually heard her say that. She has a sly smirk on her face as you take a second to process. Finally, you drag your eyes back to her frame and take your time raking them up and down her scantily clad body. ‘Well if by mate, you mean me, then you would be correct’, Aelin’s smile grows and she pushes her way passed you and onto the bed. Slightly opened mouth but not reluctant in the least, you follow her right away.

Requested by multiple nonnies, @my-life-is-a-drama-book, @writergash @ataurusinabookshop

Tagging: @starzablaze (let me know if you want to be added to the Preferences Tag List)

Rowan:

He’s in the room when you find out. His hand is tightly latched onto your own as the healer informs you. A huge grin fills his face as he looks between you and your stomach. ‘Little baby bird.’ He says suddenly, making you laugh. ‘I’ve been waiting to say that for centuries.’ Rowan tells you, resting his forehead against your hip and breathing in your new scent. ‘My mama and my baby bird.’ He murmurs. You’re pretty sure he’s in shock. Your hand rakes through his hair, briefly wondering if your child will inherit his silver locks. ‘My papa bird.’ You chuckle. Rowan looks up at you, tears swimming in his eyes. You hand drifts to his tattoo, trailing down the expanse of his face. He turns his head to kiss your palm. ‘Thank you.’ He whispers. ‘For giving me a chance to be a papa bird.’

Rhysand:

You have been trying for a couple years…. okay a couple decades, and you and Rhys are becoming uncertain that it will ever happen. You’ve even had a couple miscarriages that almost destroyed Rhys. The two of you would stay up for days after you found out, holding each other and silently crying, trying to reassure yourselves that it would all be okay, even though it wasn’t. When the healer does inform you that you are with child, you keep it to yourself for a couple months, not wanting Rhys to have to go through the pain of losing another child. However, when you reach the end of your first trimester, it’s almost impossible to hide it from him anymore, plus it’s the farthest you’ve ever gotten. So, you tell Rhys and he just looks at you in disbelief, suddenly connecting the dots from the last three months, and it all falls into place. ‘It’s healthy?’ you nod. ‘It’s been three months?’ you nod again, suddenly feeling selfish for hiding it from him. But Rhys is so happy. He pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your hair and breathes in your scent that he knew had changed but hadn’t come to terms with yet, and he just holds you for hours, crying softly tears of joy. 

Dorian:

It spread around the castle like wildfire and most of the royal staff knows that you’re pregnant before Dorian does. He’s about to begin a meeting when one of his advisors come up to him and congratulates him. Needless to say, Dorian is confused and with a look of horror, the advisor scurries away. It doesn’t take him long to find out why the castle is abuzz, and he storms around trying to find you. When he finally sees you in the garden, it just blurts out. ‘You’re pregnant?’ You turn around to look at him nervously, nodding once and preparing yourself for any reaction. But Dorian is already across the space between you and has your face in his hands, kissing you fiercely. You feel phantom caresses along your abdomen, and soon his real hands join them after he breaks the kiss. ‘You’re pregnant.’ He repeats in awe and amazement. 

Cassian:

He almost doesn’t believe you when you first tell him. He thinks you’re joking. ‘That’s not a very nice prank, sweetheart.’ He mumbles, flipping the omelette in it’s pan and not even looking at you. The smell of the eggs makes you vomit into the sink and then Cassian is there, holding your hair back with wide eyes. ‘Wait, you’re serious?’ You nod, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking up at him worriedly. Suddenly Cassian is kneeling in front of you, his cheek pressed against your stomach. ‘i love you.’ He whispers as you trail your fingers through his hair, a peaceful smile on your face. ‘I love you too.’ Cassian chuckles, glancing up at you. ‘I was talking to our child, but yeah, I love you as well.’ You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin as he murmurs again, ‘our child’.

Chaol:

You’re laying in bed, his arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers trailing along your abdomen, when it just slips. His hand freezes and you are really glad you aren’t facing him to see his expression. Of course, Chaol fixes that immediately, turning you over, a wondrous look in his eyes as he stares at you. ‘You are pregnant?’ He clarifies. You nod. ‘With my child?’ You laugh and nod again.  Chaol leans forward and places a small kiss on your temple. Then another on your nose. And another on your cheek bone. He places light pecks all along your face and neck. “I *kiss* have wanted this, *kiss* have prayed for this *kiss* since I *kiss* fell in love *kiss* with you.” You can’t help but giggle as his lips trail unhurriedly across your skin. He worships your body that night, placing the same kisses all over your body as a thank you for being his wife, the love of his life, and now the mother of his child. 

Azriel:

His shadows let him know the minute your scent changes. He debates hiding it from you until you’re at least a few more days along, but he is unable to hide his excitement. ‘What is it?’ You ask, and Azriel is pretty sure you are already glowing. in response, a shadow lingers over your stomach, dancing along your skin, somehow both protective and excited. ‘Really?’ He nods, a huge grin breaking out on his face. There is no sign of doubt in his face, no worry or darkness. He is unbelievably happy and it’s contagious. The two of you look down at your still flat stomach, where a shadow has now attached itself. It does not look like it’s leaving. And it doesn’t. Azriel’s faithful shadow stays in front of your stomach as it grows, a protecter, informer, and reminder of the joy growing within. 

Lorcan:

He probably has a better track of your periods than you do, so he’s the first one to notice when you are late, and it doesn’t take him too long to figure out why. ‘Are you with child?’ He asks blatantly one morning, when you once again are not bleeding. You are taken aback by the question, not yet fully realizing that you are in fact late. You quickly do the math in your head and your eyes widen. ‘I-I might be.’ There is a flicker of emotion on his face that you can’t quite decipher. ‘Would you be okay if I was?’ Lorcan’s expression softens. ‘I would be ecstatic.’ He assures, and you feel a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. ‘Now, let’s go find a healer.’ His need to find out for sure makes you laugh. When you find out that you are, indeed, pregnant, Lorcan is just smiling faintly to himself, proud to have figured it out. And suddenly, he starts laughing. Lorcan Salvaterre full on erupts in laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks and he kisses you soundly as you look at him, wide eyed. ‘Hellas, I’m gonna be a dad.’ He whispers, and chuckles once more. 

Lucien:

He was gone for a couple months on an Emissary trip and when he comes back he is in for a surprise. You’re standing there, a pronounced bump protruding from your torso, and Lucien is stunned motionless. ‘Is that…?’ He asks, gesturing towards your stomach. You can practically see the wheels turning in his head as he does the math. ‘Is it…?’ He points to himself and you nod again. Quickly, he crosses the space between you, his hands stopping inches from your stomach and then he looks up at you for permission. You pull his hands the rest of the way, setting them on where he is most likely to feel it kick. Somehow, the baby knows right away who it is, and Lucien gasps at the small pressure that hits his hand. Tears gather in his eyes as he looks back up at you. ‘I’m sorry I was gone so long.’ He murmurs. ‘If I’d have known -’ ‘It’s okay.’ You interrupt, ‘You’re here now, and our child has a father.’ Lucien grins again, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and another to your stomach. ‘I’m your dad.’ He tells the baby, and the months of missing him are relieved from your shoulders. 

Aedion:

His heightened sense of smell notifies him only a few hours after the healer told you. ‘Why is your scent different?’ He extracts his nose from your neck in the middle of a heated make-out session. You can practically see all of the different possibilities running through his mind until it clicks. ‘You’re not….’ You are unable to meet his eyes as Aedion gasps. ‘Are you mad?’ You ask, afraid of the answer. Instead of words, Aedion responds by nuzzling his head into your stomach. It’s your turn to gasp as he kisses your navel, memorizing your new scent. ‘Far from it, button.’ He assures. ‘We’re gonna have a tiny wolf!’ The relief that courses through you is overwhelming. ‘You’re impossible.’ you mutter lovingly, running your fingers through his long hair. He rests his chin on your stomach and looks up at you. ‘And I’m also your baby daddy.’ 

Helion:

With his endless knowledge, Helion sees the signs immediately. One night, he switches out the novel on your nightstand for a book about pregnancy in fae. ‘What the….’ You look up at him, confused, but he’s just staring at you, a small genuine smile dancing on his lips. ‘You’ll need that, better brush up on what to expect…’ His hand drifts to rest on your abdomen. ‘When you’re expecting.’ Helion chuckles at your wide-eyed expression, letting his fingers play along your exposed skin. ‘Your mommy is in shock.’ He coos to your stomach, laughter rumbling through his body. ‘Hopefully she get’s over it soon.’ He picks up the book and flips to the first page. ‘Because she has a lot of reading to do.’ And then he begins to read aloud. 

Fenrys:

He picks you up and twirls you around when you tell him, then scoops you up in his arm and refuses to set you down. He carries you all around, telling everyone that he is practicing carrying his child while you bury your face in his neck in embarrassment. He doesn’t set you down for hours, and even then, it’s in bed and he puts you in his lap. ‘Are you ever going to let me walk ever again?’ He seems to think about it. ‘Maybe once our baby can walk as well.’ Fenrys sends you a wolfish grin and pulls you closer to him, kissing your shoulder and looking up at you with big eyes. ‘Our baby.’

Kallias: 

He immediately goes into planning mode, worrying about your health and the food and the crib and the clothes etc etc etc. And then suddenly, he stops his pacing and looks at you, a new light shining in his eyes. You’re sitting on the bed, watching him with amusement as he panics, and raise an eyebrow. ‘What should we name her?’ You’re taken aback. ‘Her?’ You’re barely a month along there is no way either of you can know the gender. Kallias shrugs, a small smile on his lips. ‘Yeah, a little baby snowflake girl.’ You smile back, because he’s excited, and that makes you excited too.

Gavriel:

He finds out during a party with the rest of your friends. Someone offers you a drink and you decline, drawing Gavriel’s attention. You look up at him sheepishly. ‘I was going to tell you….’ Suddenly, he realizes what’s happening. Gavriel exclaims, drawing everyone’s attention and you blush bright red. ‘We’re gonna have a kitten?’ He asks. You slap his shoulder. ‘Don’t call it that!’ But your friends are all rejoicing, congratulating you. Gavriel can’t look away, his eyes pinned on you and a mischievous look in his gaze. You have a feeling his once-in-a-century joke is about to happen. Instead, his hands go to your hips and he just smiles. ‘I’m definitely calling it a kitten.’ 

Tamlin:

He found our you were cheating on him because the new scent that is now mixed with yours is definitely not a product of him. You break up with his sorry ass and go to your baby daddy and the two of you are very happy.

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Requested by various nonnies, @my-life-is-a-drama-book @writergash and @stherix (this one has a couple girls as well for all my bi, pan, and lesbian friends :))

Rowan:

With Rowan, it’s all the little things that he does when he’s jealous. it’s wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. It’s small kisses on your shoulder, seemingly innocent and absentminded. It’s playing with a strand of your hair. It’s resting his chin on the crown of your head. Forehead kisses. Hands on thighs. The little things. Of course, he also does all of these normally too, so you don’t always realize when it is intentional or not. It’s when you notice that he is glaring over your shoulder at whatever male or female was looking at you for too long, or his face is hard and threatening instead of soft when he’s playing with your hair that you finally realize what’s happening. Calling him a territorial fae bastard at this point does nothing, Rowan simply accepts that it’s what he is. So now you just smack him on the chest and tell him to knock it off because he knows that you’re his and he’s yours. That usually makes him relent. Although the little things don’t stop. They never do. 

Rhys:

He barely ever gets jealous of potential suitors, because Rhys knows that neither of you have eyes for anyone else. Instead, the High Lord get’s jealous when you insinuate that someone might have a bigger wingspan than him. He will playfully act like he is hurt, and attempt to prove that your assumption is false. Of course, then he questions if you have ever even seen said person’s wingspan, to which you laugh until you realize he’s serious. You immediately deny, and Rhysand will roll his eyes. ‘Well then, I suppose you’re just going to believe me when I say I definitely have the bigger “wingspan”’ And the two of you spend the rest of the night confirming it. 

Mor:

It usually occurs at Rita’s as both of you get a lot of attention at the bar. Mor’s response to seeing males and females admiring you is to flaunt your relationship. She loves that people know she’s with such a beautiful person - that the two of you are in love. She will pull you onto the dance floor and the two of your will spend hours there, swaying, grinding, singing, and looking into each other’s eyes the entire time. The bond between you is evident to anyone watching, and is so intense that it usually makes them look away. Mor will smile, because there truly is no need to be jealous about others with you, because they all know that you are hers and hers alone. 

Dorian:

Sometimes, at parties, balls, meetings and such, Dorian is pulled away to talk to dignitaries and nobles. This habit leaves you to be approached by various people. Dorian always keeps an eye on you during occasions such as this, to make sure you are alright and safe and not being bothered. So, whenever he thinks that someone talking to you is a little too friendly, he uses his magic hands to remind you that you are his even from across the room. He will brush them across your abdomen, making your breath hitch. They will lower to the insides of your thighs, lightly stroking and making it hard to concentrate on your conversation. All the while, he will continue talking to the royal person or advisor very calmly, pretending like he’s not driving you crazy with his magic. Later when the party is done, you will call him an idiot but he will just smile and replace the phantom hands with his own very real ones. 

I’ve seen a lot of posts about this, but i just wanted to share my personal experience i guess and what this fandom has done to me. I have barely any followers so i’m not sure this will even get around :/ When I read Throne of Glass I became obsessed with Sarah J. Maas’s books. I read up to Queen of Shadows and then had to wait for EoS. During that time i couldn’t pick up any other books cuz I thought they just couldn’t compare. Then I found out there was another series by her. ACOTAR.

ACOTAR honestly changed me. It changed my view on things and at the time i was going through a really hard time and i was just very depressed. The series helped me heal but the biggest thing was how real the characters felt for me. I fell in love with all of them.

I don’t have a single friend who reads. Only a couple of my close friends even know I like to read cuz everyone else judges me and I have really bad self confidence issues so I’ve kept it to myself. But it’s been killing me more because I can’t talk to anyone about this book in person and i hate it. I can’t let all of my feels out to any of my friends.

So I joined Tumblr. And I was amazed. At how so many different people from all over could make so many new friends and just endlessly talk about this series. I haven’t posted anything (this is my official first post) cuz I was always nervous and shy that people wouldn’t like me or something.

But I loved just watching everyone rant and just have fun talking about this amazing series and how it brought so many people together! Until ACOWAR came out.

Personally, I loved ACOWAR because it continued with the characters i fell in love with and it healed me even more. That’s my opinion and i absolutely respect everyone else’s. But.

Every time i would look at tumblr, there was a HUGE argument over small things i didn’t even realize you could argue over. It broke my heart to see people that were once together as friends and family and supporters… a FANDOM, fall apart. I had no idea what to do.

I started getting worried to look at Tumblr cuz I hate seeing people argue like this. This fandom makes me SO happy beyond words. Like i’m speechless of how amazing everyone is. I love every single one of you.

The fan fics you come up with, the edits you make, the hilarious and relatable posts you make is incredible. And the fact that it all revolves around ACOTAR makes me even happier since i have no one to talk about it with.

Please, please, please, take a minute and remember why you post what you post, why you write about these characters, how you met others through this fandom, and most of all, please don’t fall apart.

I’ve never been apart of a fandom before and this has been amazing even tho i don’t post anything, just witnessing it. It’s incredible.

So please, don’t argue. If you don’t like someone’s fanfic than don’t read it. If you don’t agree with someone’s opinion that’s perfectly okay! But respect their opinion like they would respect yours. Everyone is different.

Yes, I ship Elriel which has been an argument lately. Yes, i love the whole “die together” thing that Rhys and Feyre did because i like cheesy romantic stories and i loved that! But that’s just me! I 100% see why people would disagree, and i respect that because i know people are different and you can’t always agree.

Those are just two examples but what i’m saying is PLEASE don’t argue over things like that! Let Sarah J. Maas write whatever she wants! It’s her books. And if you don’t like them don’t read them.

Overall my message is to be kind to each other. We’re running out of kindness in this world and it kills me. This is where I come to be happy. So please be nice and respect each other. You’re all outstanding and talented and wonderful people and i want you all to know that you’ve changed my life even though i don’t talk or know any of you. I hope to post more after this and make friends so i can talk about ACOTAR with someone.

ACOTAR text messages | Nesta + Cassian