I Introduce To You My New Favorite Crackship That Makes Zero Sense But It Makes Sense

I introduce to you my new favorite crackship that makes zero sense but it makes sense

Dozriel. That's right, Dozriel.

Dorian and Azriel because why not? If we can ship whoever we want then I'll ship both kings and enjoy the mental image. And I don't mean it in a romantic way but a bromance way.

Imagine Azriel's shadows playing with Dorian's invisible hands. The lost of kinky stuff they would do.

So, yeah. Dozriel. My new break from the Elriel/Gwynriel war.

It's clown day! 🤡

Let's celebrate! 🥳

The Mother and the Cauldron - creating Elucien

@elucienweekofficial2024 here is my contribution for elucien week 2024! Hope you enjoy!

The Mother: Cauldron, come forth.

The Cauldron: What do you need, Mother?

The Mother: I have a question.

The Cauldron: Nothing new.

The Mother: May I ask the question?

The Cauldron: You are strangely polite today but sure, you may.

The Mother: we know hybern has the Archeron sisters

The Cauldron: Yes, we do.

The Mother: And we know that in about five seconds, Elain will come out of the Cauldron as a Fae.

The Cauldron: Still wondering why I am an actual Cauldron, but yes, she will.

The Mother: And you found her beautiful

The Cauldron: I did, she's nice and scared

The Mother: so you gave her a nice gift

The Cauldron: I did. She's a seer.

The Mother: wonderful. So I was thinking: My calculations about mates are always right, so I did some work and she will find her mate as soon as she comes out

The Cauldron: She will? That's nice, they usually have to put a lot of work for it. Who's it gonna be? Cassian? Tamlin? Azriel?

The Mother: Not Cassian, he already has a mate.

The Cauldron: Right, I forgot. Tamlin?

The Mother: No, I have something else in store for him.

The Cauldron: Then...Azriel? He's been waiting for 500 years.

The Mother: no, no. Not him. That would be more toxic than Hybern.

The Cauldron: so whom? And if you say the King of Hybern I will open up and swallow this universe-

The Mother: Calm down, not him. I was thinking about a handsome red head with a russet eye and fire in his blood...

The Cauldron: ....

The Mother: what do you think?

The Cauldron: didn't he have a mate?

The Mother: I honestly don't know who gave him that impression, but no. He is mateless.

The Cauldron: well, that ought to mess him up. Angst, fluff...I mean, it could work?

The Mother: Right? She can braid flowers into his hair...

The Cauldron: And he can bring her to the continent...

The Mother: and she can go to spring...

The Cauldron: And she is a flower so she needs sunshine...

The Mother: yeah, and he is the heir of day...

The Cauldron: I see it working.

The Mother: Right? The fox and the faun

The Cauldron: The spell breaker and the seer...I like it. I see the plot

The Mother: yeah, impossible to miss the clear signs

The Cauldron: Yeah, they're made for each other. Here comes Elain!

The Mother: okay, to your position. We have a story to start!

So I found this on the news and what bothers me is the fact that they banned milk and honey because it's "indicent" as if a book of poems is the problem and not their toxic mentality and ACOTAR? A book that presents characters development and complex trauma? Like? Is Utah okay? Full article down

https://amp.theguardian.com/books/article/2024/aug/07/utah-outlaws-books-by-judy-blume-and-sarah-j-maas-in-first-statewide-ban

To be known by you

I'm just gonna giggle like a little girl and drop this here in Tumblr.

This is a little peek into something I've been working for a while now. It's gonna be a series (elucien/gwynriel) but the main characters will be Elain and Gwyn. ELRIELS, BRYRIELS OR WHOEVER OTHER TOXIC SHIP YOU BELONG DO NOT INTERACT.

WARNINGS: Honestly, just two girls being girls (👩‍🦰🗡👱‍♀️🌸).

Enjoy this little peek! And don't forget to show your support, I really want to keep this one going.

Elain was convinced that she, as a matter of fact, did not belonged in the night court.

But then, she didn't belong in any court.

The proof was how she had asked to go to the house of wind to visit Nesta and Cassian, but since Nesta was not there and Cassian had to go somewhere she wasn't allowed to know because she wasn't a member of the inner circle, they had dropped her off at the house and told her that someone would go and take care of her soon.

Now, she was there, a grown woma--female, and she was waiting for her nanny to come and pay heed to her needs.

She didn't know what was more pathetic: the fact that they thought she needed a nanny, or the way she simply accepted it.

Currently, she was looking around the library, remembering those first months where she had been reborn, remembering how empty she felt at the way she had lost everything. She still felt like that sometimes.

"You must be Elain." A voice behind her said, curiosity being laced with the delicate voice of the female.

Elain turned around ready to find an actual nanny, but instead she found a tiny red haired girl with teal eyes and a million freckles, with a toned body being covered by illyrian leathers.

The female blinked at her, and Elain found her voice. "Yes," She mumbled and then shook her head clearing the whispers in there. "I mean: yes, I am Elain."

The red haired girl nodded and closed the library door behind her. "Well, I must confess that I was expecting to take care of a kid." Elain blushed furiously which caused the red haired girl to hurry and explain. "Not that there is something wrong with needing someone to take care of you! Because it is okay, I should know ," the girl shook her head with a sight. "What I mean is that the way Cassian said I had to come and they way he worded it made me believe I would be babysitting."

That unsettled Elain. The inner circle had stopped protecting her a long time ago and had started to keep her locked within herself. They didn't told her anything, they kept quiet always, they didn't include her in plans that could possibly affect her.

And Rhys, by the cauldron, Rhys acted with Nesta so horribly simply because Nesta hadn't kept Feyre from going into the forest to hunt. Sometimes, when Rys was being a total arse, she imagined herself getting up and screaming at him that she was also guilty of it, that Nesta wasn't the only one to blame.

Sometimes the guilt ate her alive. Yes, she had no idea about hunting like Feyre or being aggressive like Nesta but she knew how to grow things. She could have grown vegetables to feed her family instead of spending all that money on flowers. But the inner circle only blamed Nesta, and kept Elain in a cocoon that was starting to deem a bit too tight.

"I do not need a nanny." Elain mumbled quietly, not wanting to offend the female that had clearly gone to babysit her in good graces.

The red haired girl nodded. "Noted. What about company? Azriel is going for bloodshed today in training and even though I am up for a challenge most of the time, I have my cycle and I feel near death."

Elain nodded curiously even though the mention of the shadow singer had moved an old wound inside her. Her mind whispered a name and Elain couldn't help but ask, "what is your name?" The female walked to one of the couches, giving her a soft smile.

"Gwyneth Berdara, but you can call me Gwyn." She recognized the name.

Gwyneth Berdara, one of Nesta's closest friends. She had won the blood rite as a carynthian, was a valkyrie and was an acolyte in the library.

Not only that, but she was also Azriel's mate.

The knowledge made her wince a little. After winter solstice, after the fiasco with Azriel, she have had a vision.

Azriel had gone with Rhys and Elain had been left clutching her necklace for dear life when the vision suddenly struck her. In her vision, Azriel was laughing but she couldn't hear his laugh, his eyes were sparkling as he stared at someone, and then a blur of red was going in circles around him, with a soft laugh echoing through her mind; his shadows were twirling freely and peacefully, and when the blur stopped, she saw red hair and Azriel gave a step forward and whispered "Gwyneth."

Elain had been able to see the threads of the mating bond between them, had seen the love and the longing in Azriel's face and she had known that she didn't stood a chance against it, so she had left the necklace behind and walked to her room, just a few door away from her own mate, and cried herself to sleep. Now, his mate was right in front of her and she was sure he knew who she was.

Her knowing who he was seemed impossible, but that was not her business. She had enough with her own mating problem, or in better words: the lack thereof.

Bro, I literally just got out of the bathroom when this boy grabbed me and dragged me to the room while he tied me up. It's your bot the one that is being freaky, I'm just following the story line