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freyjas-musings · 4 months
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Just requested the artist Venusfolk that I can share this with everyone here as well..... the most gorgeous set of fanarts of Gwynlain ... please do find her on IG (Venusfolk) and give her lots of love
Its artists like this that have my heart ❤️ people who genuinely mean well
Characters belong to Sarah J Maas
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vivictory-draws · 4 months
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Me, upon seeing two women get pitted against each other for the sake of some guy: ok but what if they kissed instead? #feminism
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shadowriel · 6 months
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ACOTAR Couples & Halloween Costumes: Headcanons 👻 🎃
Feysand: Feyre and Rhys definitely have a cute family costume planned with Nyx, but as soon as they leave him with a babysitter, they have to be the hottest couple in a 25-mile radius. Think Mr. & Mrs. Smith, think mafia AU, think Feyre in a slutty dress and Rhys unable to keep his hands off her
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Nessian: Nesta and Cassian start planning their costumes at least a year in advance. No expense is spared, no detail is overlooked. Sure, they get into semi-heated arguments leading up to their favourite day of the year, but it’s well worth it. My vote goes to them being sexy pirates, or a gender bent Hades and Persephone.
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Elucien: The thing about Elain Archeron is that she will always be that bitch, so well-dressed that people can’t help but stare. Lucien LOVES it! He’s also more than happy to take off his shirt at Elain’s request. A Greek god (or warrior) and goddess definitely works for their day court vibes (bonus points if Elain is Aphrodite).
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Azris: Eris and Azriel famously refuse to put effort into Halloween. Azriel has been known to throw on cat ears. Eris has worn a mask or used fake blood on more than one occasion. Yet, somehow they end up surprising everyone by dressing up as a cop (Eris) and sexy criminal (Azriel). Yes, the handcuffs are fully functional. And, yes, Azriel wears a crop top.
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Emorie: Our fave girlies have one goal on Halloween, and that’s to look ridiculously hot. Mor lives by the fact that “hoes don’t get cold” and usually makes a costume out of lingerie. Emerie’s been known to follow her lead or dress in something’s that more comfy. I think they would absolutely slay as an angel and demon.
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Bonus addition: Emerie as a witch (and Mor can tag along as a black cat)
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Gwynriel: These two always go with a costume that’s ridiculously niche or nerdy. Sometimes, Gwyn will get Azriel to dress up as her favourite male characters. Sometimes, she’ll wear a gorgeous costume on her own (and Azriel will just be there, looking at her with hearts in his eyes). Batman and catwoman is a fan favourite, but Gwyn loves the year she found her new favourite book and got them to dress up as a priestess and shadowsinger.
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Elriel: Elain is hot (see above), and Azriel is more than happy to take a supporting role when it comes to couples costumes. Elain wants to wear a fancy dress? Azriel will offer to hold her purse. It’s an Elain Archeron world and Azriel is loving every second of just being in it. I feel like a flower and gardener costume would be cute couples costume for them.
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Jassa: Jurian and Vassa are here to have fun. All of their costumes are easy-going and definitely bought last-minute, but they still look amazing. They’re known to find things around the house, and wear a costume that they insist is a pun. Some years, they remember they have these race car outfits at the back of their closet.
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Gwynlain: Gwyn and Elain are for the Pinterest girlies. They always have the most gorgeous costumes, and their makeup is impeccably done. Dare I say, they’re the second hottest couple in a 25-mile radius. My brain is literally malfunctioning at the thought of them dressing up like Bloom and Flora from Winx Club.
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I honestly could go on and on (and on…)
[All images were found on pinterest]
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ratabrasileira · 7 months
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Gwyneth Berdara
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achaotichuman · 2 months
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"Elucien's book is gonna be next!"
"Elriel's book is gonna be next!"
"Gwynriel's book is gonna be next!"
Meanwhile I'm sittin in the corner playing with my Tamcien, Azris and Gwynlain dollies like the oblivious gay rarepair shipper I am.
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shadowisles-writes · 11 months
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ACOTAR Writing Circle 3 Masterlist
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The Syren, part 2, part 3 @headcanonheadcase @secret-third-thing
I Choose Who. I Choose You., part 2, part 3 @hlizr50 @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship​ @headcanonheadcase​
The Great Escape, part 2, part 3 @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship, @aldbooks​ @starfall-spirit​
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Blindsided, part 2, part 3 @bennylavasbuns, @azrielshadowssing
Peer Pressure, part 2, part 3 @azrielshadowssing @mercarimari​ @foreverinelysian​
Tangled Cable Car Wires, part 2, part 3 @thelovelymadone, @bennylavasbuns​ @thehaemanthus​
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On the Edge of Losing You, part 2 @starfall-spirit, @thegloweringcastle
Right There Beside Him All Summer Long, part 2, part 3 @rosanna-writer​ @sideralwriting​ @hlizr50​​
Grounded, part 2 @writtenonreceipts, @thehaemanthus​
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Fictional, part 2, part 3 @mercarimari @rosanna-writer
Sailing Ships, part 2, part 3 @foreverinelysian, @writtenonreceipts​ @sideralwriting​
Down This Road, part 2, part 3 @thegloweringcastle, @headcanonheadcase​ @thelovelymadone​
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Heatwave, part 2, part 3 @secret-third-thing, @starfall-spirit​ @azrielshadowssing​
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Someday, Today, part 2, part 3 @thehaemanthus, @hlizr50​ @vikingmagic33​
A Sunshine from the Ocean, part 2, part 3 @sideralwriting @thelovelymadone @sunshinebingo​
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Cool for the Summer, part 2, part 3 @aldbooks, @vikingmagic33​ @rosanna-writer​
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I Hate You Too, part 2, part 3 @sunshinebingo @foreverinelysian​ @bennylavasbuns​
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This One Even Blooms, part 2, part 3 @vikingmagic33 @sunshinebingo​ @thegloweringcastle​
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emiliamildner · 1 year
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I have another piece planned for tomorrow that's the official 2023 Valentine's Day art but today, my favourite crackship. Gwyn and Elain from ACOTAR.
Now say it with me kids - it's not that deep. They're just characters from a fantasy book.
‼️DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION!
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chelseacattos · 7 months
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FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: GWYNLAIN.
I need them to be friends so bad. Elain helping Gwyn process loss, Gwyn helping Elain find her voice. Azriel who??
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ofduskanddreams · 9 months
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Truth or Dare, Azriel?
For @panicatthenightcourt :) The request: Gwynriel and Elucien. Tipsy truth or dare and maybe things get a little bit messy? I chose to make this a modern AU since it wasn't specified hehe.
A/N: It's implied that they've been drinking but let me assure everyone that they're still fully in control of themselves. There is no infidelity in this fic, everything is consented to by all parties involved.
Gwynriel & Elucien ✦ Rated M ✦ 1.3k words ✦ on AO3
Azriel dropped his head onto Gwyn’s shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the scents of sunscreen and lavender shampoo.
The bonfire was crackling merrily and carving a pool of orange out of the deep violet night. Crickets chirped, frogs trilled, and the lake water lapped gently at the sand.
He was tipsy.
Gwyn smelled fucking amazing.
There were still four days left of their vacation.
He was at his favorite place with his favorite people.
It was too….
No. 
Azriel sat up, blinking against the firelight and reminding himself that he was allowed to have this without the constant fear of it being stripped away.  
Some things were truly good. Other shoes didn’t always drop.
“Everything alright, Az?” Elain asked. She was curled into Lucien’s side across the fire from them.
“Yeah, fine. I just spaced out.” He hoped his face betrayed nothing. The last thing he needed was for Lucien to spend the rest of their vacation calling him Sadzriel again. 
“Okay,” Gwyn exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “We are going to play a game because it’s too early for us to be getting tired. Besides, we need to give them—” she jerked her head toward the house on the hill “—more time before the cabin will be safe.”
Half an hour earlier, Nesta had dragged Cassian away from the fire claiming she was “tired.” Rhys and Feyre made their excuses not long after.
Gwyn had a point. Even if they wanted to go to bed right now, Azriel knew none of them would be able to fall asleep due to the volume of the others' activities. It was the one downside of this pine-sheltered haven on the lake. 
“What kind of game?” Lucien asked.
Azriel turned to his right. The flames danced tangerine in the teal reflection of Gwyn’s eyes making them gleam with a devilish light. 
His girlfriend shot him a sly smile. “Truth or Dare.”
Elain grinned, “I’m in.” 
“Me too,” Lucien said with a huff of laughter. 
“Az?”
His past experiences of Truth or Dare weren’t what Azriel would call fond memories. Then again, maybe that was an unavoidable consequence of playing with Rhys and Cassian instead of being the fault of the game itself. And the way Gwyn was looking up at him all wide-eyed and lower lip caught between her teeth the way she knew drove him crazy….
“Fine, I’m in too.”
“Don’t sound so excited about it,” Lucien chuckled and Azriel threw an empty beer can at his head.
“If you had my memories of Truth or Dare, you wouldn’t be so psyched about it either,” Azriel grumbled. 
It didn’t take long for the game to spiral in the direction that Azriel had been dreading. They made it once around the circle and then it was Elain’s turn again. He knew it was going to be bad no matter which option he chose. The world may think Elain Archeron the epitome of sweet kindness, but those close to her knew better than to fall to that facade. Elain Archeron could be the devil in disguise.
“Truth or dare, Azriel?” she asked, her tone intentionally disarming.
Knowing Elain for as long as he had, he knew she knew things about him that few did—that Gwyn didn’t. Not yet, at least. They’d been together for a year but some things he wanted to share were so weighty that a year might not be strong enough to hold them. To choose “truth” would be too risky.
“Dare.” Azriel leaned back, leveling Elain with a look of challenge to belie his fear of her next words.
“I dare you to kiss Lucien. For at least five seconds. With feeling.”
And Elain looked so smug at that, Azriel couldn’t help but laugh. Lucien was very attractive. Had they met in a bar and weren’t attached, he’d waste no time. “What do you say, Lucien?”
Lucien wore a smirk as he pushed off the log to stand. “If the ladies want a show, and you are willing, who am I to deny them?”
Azriel rose, moving until they were standing nearly chest to chest. “Oh, if it’s what the ladies want, I’m all in.” 
He shot a questioning glance toward Gwyn over his shoulder. It was only a fun game if everyone thought so, if she didn’t want him to do this he wouldn’t. But Gwyn was smiling, and she waved her hands as if to say by all means, please continue.
So, Azriel reached and tangled his fingers in the thick red hair at Lucien’s nape. He winked at Gwyn. “I always have had a thing for redheads,” and then he stepped into Lucien’s space.
Lucien was slightly taller than him. Azriel had forgotten until he had to tilt his chin at the last second. The kiss started out questioning: hi there, hello—drawing back, a second chaste brush and press—we’re doing this, yes we are.
Then it turned exploratory: how good of a kisser are you?—adding pressure—very good I’ll have you know—Lucien’s hands on either side of his jaw, tipping Azriel’s head as he took control. Azriel nipped Lucien’s lower lip in response to the challenge.
Someone wolf-whistled. Probably Gwyn. Azriel took that as his cue to slow, and Lucien did the same.
The kiss ended sincerely: that was rather nice—a strong press—it was, wasn’t it—parting, then coming back for one last peck, featherlight and lingering.
They stepped away from each other, smiling. Lucien offered Azriel his hand, “Nice work.”
Azriel shook it, “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
Lucien rolled his eyes and went back to sit beside Elain. “Was it everything you hoped for?”
Elain, whose red cheeks (though not as red as Gwyn’s when Azriel looked) were answer enough, but she huffed a laugh, “And then some. I don’t know what I expected but that was… something.” 
Lucien arched an eyebrow, glancing between Azriel and Gwyn with a silent question. Azriel couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him, but that was something to think about for another night. Now he needed revenge.
“Elain—Truth or dare?” Azriel already knew which one she would choose, but they had to play the game. 
“Dare.” 
Just as he had hoped.
“I dare you to ask Gwyn to go skinny dipping in the lake with you right now.”
“Oh,” Elain feigned surprise. “So that’s how it’s going to be? What do you say, Gwyn, should we give the boys a taste of their own medicine?”
“Now hold on. That wasn’t—” Azriel’s half-hearted protest was interrupted when Gwyn stood up and tugged off her (it was actually his, but she’d stolen it) hoodie.
“There is nothing I would like more,” Gwyn replied with a wicked-looking grin aimed at Azriel. 
Elain and Gwyn walked down the beach, a trail of discarded clothes marking their path to the lakeshore. 
Slowly, Azriel and Lucien rose and turned as one, as if there were little more than puppets on strings. 
Inky water swallowed pale limbs and soft curves as they walked further out. The two women seemed to glow in the light of the nearly full moon reflecting off the breeze wrinkled surface of the lake. They were ethereal, otherworldly, like nymphs or sirens.
Azriel glanced at Lucien to find the man already looking at him. They exchanged nods, starting to follow the trail their girlfriends had left behind.
Gwyn and Elain stopped when the water was just below their shoulders. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew their hands were in each other's wet hair and they were kissing. 
“Fuck me.” The words sounded like they’d been punched out of Lucien’s gut.
“Yeah,” Azriel breathed. He shared the sentiment.
“Well boys,” Gwyn’s voice carried over the water. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join us?”
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freyjas-musings · 11 months
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My very last piece for the month of May.... presenting Gwynlain as the cutest mermaid couple ever . Artist Jessicalynndraws just created the most magical Disney like fanart for them. I really hope you all love it as much as I do .
Charcaters belong to Sarah J Maas
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unhingedbookclubs · 1 month
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“Your story is worth telling.”
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shadowriel · 23 days
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it's gwynlain but it's hot and possessive, elain bites the infamous necklace straight off gwyn, that's it, send tweet
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rosanna-writer · 1 month
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now i've read all of the books beside your bed
Summary: A Gwynlain drabble inspired by “source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams" Warnings: none Rating: T Word Count: ~600 Read on AO3
"Sweetheart," Gwyn said, trying and failing to sound patient, "how many times are we going to talk about this?"
Elain looked up from her novel, all doe-eyed innocence. "Talk about what?"
Gwyn never fell for that—from their first meeting, it had been abundantly clear to her that Elain Archeron wasn't nearly as sweet and naive as everyone assumed her to be.
It was one of the many reasons Elain had married her.
One of the other reasons had been Gwyn's enthusiastic support of Elain's efforts to create comprehensive taxonomies of the Night Court's native flora. It had been more than just words of encouragement—Gwyn had volunteered to fetch books, organize notes, and check facts.
That had been years ago, but Gwyn still proofread Elain's work. These days, she did it from the comfort of her desk in their home library, often with Elain curled up in the nearby armchair like she was now.
It had become a comfortable routine, which is why Gwyn merely narrowed her eyes at Elain and said, "Your citations."
"Did I get the numbering wrong again? I—"
"Elain. You can't cite prophetic visions in an academic treatise."
"You can if you're a seer," Elain said mildly, as if that settled it.
Gwyn set her pen down, rubbing her temples. "They can't really be independently verified, and scholarly work needs to be reproducible."
"There's not much point to seeing the future if I don't share what I know, now is there?"
"You should write something more than just a footnote that says 'This was once revealed to me in a dream.'"
They'd gone back and forth on this for years—it would be remiss to exclude relevant information Elain had gleaned from a vision, but in the bibliography, it couldn't quite be categorized as a firsthand account or an interview. Gwyn had asked the scholars in the library for advice, but seers were so rare that no one had ever given the issue much thought.
The argument could go on for hours if they let it, and Elain had no intention of ruining their evening. She closed her book and stood, crossing the room and wrapping her arms around Gwyn's shoulders.
"I appreciate your attention to detail all the same."
Gwyn smiled—even with her, Elain couldn't quite manage to stop being a bit prim and diplomatic. The sound of it was just as familiar as Elain's jasmine-and-honey scent. "I appreciate you all the same."
Elain pressed a kiss to Gwyn's cheek. "Appreciate you more."
Gwyn couldn't ignore a challenge like that. With all the strength and grace of a Valkyrie, she turned and slid both hands under Elain, lifting her wife as she rose to her feet. Elain let out a surprised laugh and locked her legs around Gwyn's waist.
"Do you have a source for that claim?" Gwyn said. It must have gotten on Elain's nerves just the way she'd hoped it would—Elain leaned down and kissed her, immediately parting Gwyn's lips with her tongue. Gwyn carried her without breaking the kiss, taking a few steps forward until Elain's back was pressed against the bookshelf.
Gwyn might have been the one who had Elain pinned, but Elain's hand drifted to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands to keep her right where Elain wanted her. Not that Gwyn wanted to be anywhere else—she'd stay there forever if she could, with Elain's mouth on hers and her hands splayed on Elain's ass.
Neither one of them was sure exactly how much time had passed when they finally broke apart, flushed and breathing a bit harder. But as intoxicating as Elain was, Gwyn was still lucid enough to remember that she'd never gotten an answer to her question. "Do you?" she said, pushing for a response. "Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, Elain."
Elain let her head tip forward until their foreheads were touching. "Take me to the bedroom and allow me to demonstrate my appreciation, then."
The rest of the proofreading could wait until morning.
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velidewrites · 1 year
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Moodboard Requests || GWYN & ELAIN
For @thesistersarcheron and @ultadverb
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achaotichuman · 4 months
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I need Elain Archeron to come pick up her wife Gwyn, Azriel keeps hitting on her at training to try and counter his homoerotic urge to fuck Eris.
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futureautumnhighlord · 3 months
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@thesingingpriestess Keep your girl away from Azriel, she’s a little cheat.
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