If anyone is kind enough to please share AZRIEL POV, I will be forever grateful.
In exchange I can share Feysand bonus scene. Which I dont mind at all. Unfortunately I do not live in the USA so like many others, Azriel’s bonus scene was impossible to get.
Wait until Nesta finds out that Rhys is the reason why Elain is miserable because she cant be with Az. Thinking all the time that she has been rejected by him instead of the real reason.
Rhysand:Takes the bride of a rival court on her wedding day, forces her to spend a week with him every month, end up being her mate, getting into a war with Spring, and therefore Hybern.. end up marrying and mated to said Bride.
Also Rhysand: Sorry Az, I know it took you a while to move on from Mor and I’m proud of you, I want you to be happy…… However… you can’t be with Elain. Would be bad for politics. Cant have another war starting, you know? Can you not choose someone else?
For everyone out there…. whether you like or hate Feyre, Nesta or Elain for whatever past aggressions….
We can all agree that the root of their traumas and troubles is their parents.
That’s it. I said it.
If they had a “safe” childhood … there wouldn’t be any discourse between them.
If Papa Archeron did what he should have done… the three sisters would have gotten along much better way before the whole Fae mess started.
How you still blame Nesta or Elain or even Feyre instead of the parental figure still amaze me.
Once the three of them finally heal and get along… is game over. They will be so fucking powerful.
I just need everyone to fucking back off in the IC and let them fix their problems alone.
I get that Rhys and the Ic are now “Feyre’s Family” but they’re not Nesta’s and they’re not Elain’s.
And neither sister should have to be attached to their hips.
I need Rhys, Amren and specially Mor to shut the fuck up and let Feyre, Elain and Nesta resolve their issues alone. They definitely dont need third parties adding more fuel to the fire. And yes, I excluded Azriel because he’s the only one in there that knows how to mind his own business.
Now hold on to that… if you like her character, that’s fine I respect everyone’s choice but this is my personal opinion and I dont think I will ever like or accept Mor. And here’s why:
She comes from a wealthy family, raised as noble, she knows nothing about what being hungry and struggle through life means.
She was sold by her father to Eris in marriage, a proposal that was made by both Kier and Beron, for which none of them had a choice.
Mor was 17, so was Eris. No one seem to remember the little fact that he was a kid too, and go ahead and try to say no to Beron or go against his wishes. We all know what happens then. (If not, please ask Lucien..or his mother)
Mor, consciously, chose Cassian, a simple bastard with no family, no power to back him up, to lose her virginity with. Fully aware the consequences that will bring upon her. And not just herself, but Beron and Kier could have demanded Cassian’s head for it and no one would have been able to reject them. Not even Rhysand, considering he was not a High Lord back then, and his father had no reason to be in bad terms with either Beron nor Kier over a simply bastard.
Mor knew exactly the feelings Az had for her, her power is truth. Or she keeps saying. Meaning, she can identify when people lie or hide something. Despise his feelings (previous to her sleeping with Cass), she never made him aware that she doesn’t feel the same.
And before you go ahead and tell me “It’s been 500yrs, he can let it go, blah blah”. He had never ever ever confessed his feelings, he tried once and she shut him down before he even started. And that’s it. He never tried to push her, or pressure her as you all want to make it seem.
And I know for sure, by the way she acts with Cassian… that if Azriel makes any show of having feelings for Elain or any other female… Mor will not take it well.
But I know… she has been using his feelings for her for her own advantage. She keeps Cassian and Azriel tied on a leash… giving them a little taste here and there to make them think she can still be with one of them. She’s keeping her options “open”. All to conceal that she doesnt like men, for whatever reasons she prefers to keep it private, dont think for a moment that her “family” aka Inner Circle will judge her for it… specially considering Velaris is a “heaven for people like her”.
“But then she’d walked away, and Azriel hadn’t made a move, and… Mor was still there between then. Somewhere between friend and lover. Dear to him as family, but… Cassian had hated himself for that look on Azriel’s face afterward.
He’d had lovers, some for a night and some for months, and Mor had never cared, but…
This woman standing before him like a pillar of steel and flame… Cassian didn’t want to tell Mor about her. About how he’d touched her neck.”
Mor and Azriel:
Now Mor thinks that the problem is not with her, but with Az. That if she felt the same, he would never try to be with her because he doesn’t feel worthy of her. Now hold on a sec.. so you let your friend that you care about so much to really believe that? Instead of actually giving him a reason of why you cant be with him?
Mor and Cassian:
This is a weird ass relationship because previous to Cassian meeting Nesta, he really tought she could be with him. That there was a chance… and we know Mor has been using Cass as a buffer to cover her own sexuality. We know she uses him so she can never be alone with Az, as if he would jump into her or something.
But I really hate how she fucking poison his ear when it comes to Nesta. How she keeps following around to talk shit about Nesta, like girl.. why?
I get that you want to protect your friend… but he’s not a damn child? He’s a grown ass man? Capable of making his own choices?
I just fucking hate how she goes around telling people how nice she is, how lovely she is… how she wants to protect women, and girls over bros, blah blah but then treats Nesta like shit only because Cassian shows some interesting in her?
And btw.. Nesta has never ever ever said or done anything to Mor. She had one conversation, in which Mor fucking deserved that answer, but the moment Nesta showed some feelings for Cassian, Mor went straight to her throat!
One of the things that boiled my blood, and this is a HUGE SPOILER FROM THE LEAKED CHAPTER OF ACOSF SO PLEASE STOP READING NOW IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO KNOW!
is when Mor suggested to Cassian to drop Nesta in the Court of Nightmares. Like girl, knowing how they treat women there, knowing the shit that happened to you, knowing how much you love to show us that you hate it… you’re really that type of bitch to suggest that? What the fuck?
Another one is her, telling Nesta straightway behind Cassian’s back while rubbing her stomach to point out her old scars (which Nesta had nothing to do with) “I’ve met a lot of people like you, you dont deserve him”. And then when Cassian approaches them, she put on a smile on her face like nothing happened. Like how you gonna compared to what was done to you by YOUR OWN FATHER, to Nesta not wanting to be with Cassian!!??
I’m sorry but I hate that type of behaviour in a woman. I hate the “pick me girl”. And I hate sneaky bitches.
Everytime I picture Mor, this is what it comes to my mind:
“Every instinct in his body came roaring to the surface, so violent he had to choke them with a brutal grip or else he’d find himself on his knees, begging her for a touch, for anything.”
i don’t have any plans on reading the new book anytime soon but the only thing i really care about in the acotar world at this point is lucien getting a happy ending because his character deserves so much more than he got in the first books but i don’t trust sjm to do it so i’m holding off.
A/N: This Nessian one-shot wouldn’t leave me alone and effectively blocked my progress on any of my other WIPs, so I gave in and followed the inspiration.
This is set in canon, during the war but prior to the final battle with Hybern. It’s full of Nessian longing/ pining, so enjoy
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Her bones ached.
The night’s cool air added to the discomfort, another meager annoyance that had the potential to break them all.
The cries of battle had been fierce and electrifying. Too quickly they had given way to cries of pain; anguish both physical and emotional. Nesta wondered how many Illyrian soldiers had lost family during the day’s fight; biological or found. She hadn’t allowed herself much time to dwell on it. Injuries were plentiful in various degrees of severity, and she was running ragged already trying to keep up.
Dani. DANI! What on earth has happened that I’ve forgotten how BEAUTIFULLY you write canon?!
This is so so gorgeous, so painfully sad and angsty and so… perfectly Nessian. The mate conversation? Amazing. The lingering touches? Divine. The mutual understanding that they’d be together in those last moments? Chefs fucking KISS.
I’d also like to shout out to your wing writing. Cassian’s movements were so spot on and it made me think of him in his true complete form rather than a modern au.
I LOVED IT. I bow down to you, Nessian queen.
(And also, thank you to our JP Saxe obsession and for it inspiring you to write this. I think this might by my favourite piece of yours ❤️❤️❤️)
Oof— you really knew how to hit a girl right in her feels
I just needed acomaf/ acowar Nessian. I miss that era so much— all the pining, and the profound longing? Unmatched. The way they say so much while actually saying very little; just in the nuances of their body language and in the subtext of the words they do manage to share. Ugh. I love them.
I wondered if I focused too much on Cassian’s wings, so this compliment has put my mind at ease in a big way I love the idea that he could be so imposing, so expressive while also being really gentle in the next beat.
Alright, I’m done gushing, I promise. Thank you thank you thank you for the kind words! It means the world, truly ❤️
A/N: This Nessian one-shot wouldn’t leave me alone and effectively blocked my progress on any of my other WIPs, so I gave in and followed the inspiration.
This is set in canon, during the war but prior to the final battle with Hybern. It’s full of Nessian longing/ pining, so enjoy
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Her bones ached.
The night’s cool air added to the discomfort, another meager annoyance that had the potential to break them all.
The cries of battle had been fierce and electrifying. Too quickly they had given way to cries of pain; anguish both physical and emotional. Nesta wondered how many Illyrian soldiers had lost family during the day’s fight; biological or found. She hadn’t allowed herself much time to dwell on it. Injuries were plentiful in various degrees of severity, and she was running ragged already trying to keep up.
“The evening passed in a blur of experiences, some arbitrary and innocuous, yet seemingly loaded all the same. Each bucket of water she hauled into a tent held a value she’d never known before it meant a wound could be properly cleaned. The sound of linen ripping into strips was rhythmic and comforting because it meant enough resources remained to treat the wounded. The crunch of earth beneath her feet was a reminder of purpose.
She was alive, albeit exhausted. Being uninjured and fully able-bodied, she found the motivation to keep moving. She had to keep moving.” — this is so wow. Just wow head empty just your incredible writing ability
“A certain trance had fallen over Nesta over the course of the day, and the sun had descended behind the rolling mountains before she finally relented and decided to rest. The healers within the camp had badgered her on it throughout the day, and none had been overly impressed with her stubbornness. They’d been grateful, of course, but they couldn’t afford another convalescent.” — Living for the healers begging Nesta to take a break and her refusing until everyone has been treated
“She startled, and her steps came to an abrupt halt. It had happened so quickly that the tent flap brushed against her back when it eased closed, causing her to flinch once more. Seconds passed before anything began to make any sense.
Cassian stood over an expansive round table with a large piece of parchment held in place by weights at each corner. Some of his siphons, she realized, upon further examination. She watched as he studied the map, extending his arm to push several small pawns across a strip of land.” — HEHEHEHEGE SHE GOT IN CASSIAN’S TENT BY ACCIDENT
“The fact that he hadn’t whirled on her, a weapon to her throat before she could blink, meant he knew no threat was present. Whether he knew it was Nesta in his tent remained a mystery.” — oh he definitely knows it you dearie
“Cassian rested his fingers against the table top, his keen eyes continuing their path over the map. His wings twitched, relaxed. Nesta was fascinated by them. Studying their details, imagining the stories of every scar, was a welcome distraction from the compulsion she’d felt toward her destination.” — Nesta has a wing kink and we know it. She thirsting over daddy general and I cannot blame her
“You’re welcome to visit anytime, Sweetheart,” he replied, mirth laced through the words. “Consider it an open invitation.” — why am I giggling like a school girl and blushing
“The barb was loaded at the tip of her tongue, ready to cut into his arrogance and insufferable teasing— how each step had been a mistake, how her exhaustion had made her desperate enough to overlook details of the various tents. It dissolved when Cassian turned to address her fully, his features crumpling when he realized her state.
“Nesta,” he murmured, taking several slow steps in her direction. ”Are you alright? What happened?” — the way he went from playful and flirty to worried and protective MY HEART
“Whatever he’d been working on was forgotten. He scanned the space around them, gesturing to a small seating area near the table. When Nesta didn’t make any moves to take him up on the offer, his brow pulled together in a frown. She had no doubt that the same expression had compelled many others to comply with his every whim before, but unfortunately for Cassian, Nesta wasn’t much like them.
She held up a slender hand. “Don’t starting fussing. I’m fine.”
His wings rustled, pulled in tight. He crossed his arms and balanced his stance, settling into a form Nesta was all too familiar with from their many verbal spars. — PLEASE HE IS SUCH A MOTHERHEN AND SO ATTENTIVE AND WORRIED AND I AM CRYING
“Nothing happened. I helped the healers today. I’m tired.”
Her spine bowed marginally at the admission, and as if that tiny change in her posture pained him, Cassian closed the distance.
“I should have known,” he said, his voice like warm rain. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’d have to be exhausted to end up here.” — married couple vibes, ABSOLUTELY MARRIED COUPLE VIBES
“His throat bobbed, and Nesta fought the urge to touch the skin below his jaw and trail her fingers over it. Blissful heat radiated off his body, warming her skin against the night’s chill, and she steadied her body against the urge to sag against him. Cassian fixed his gaze over her shoulder, ran a callused hand through his black hair.” — Be strong Nesta not to jump on him. You can do it even tho he looks like such a snack god knows I would not have any self restrain
“Cassian huffed a sardonic laugh and reached out to wrap her hand in his. The touch sent a rush of sensation up her arm and through her chest; something she was all too willing to ignore. Without a word, he tugged gently and led her to the pile of pillows and furs nearby.” — SCREAMING CRYING SCREAMING SOME MORE
His scarred eyebrow lifted in challenge. “Sit,” he ordered. — Yes daddy right away daddy I can lay down too if you want daddy
“If you need to get back to it, I won’t bother you. There’s no need to entertain me.”
Cassian’s mouth ticked up in a small smile. He turned toward her and traveled the short distance to where Nesta was seated. He lay down on his side atop the palette of furs, allowing Nesta as much space as possible. He adjusted his weight to prop on an elbow, his other arm draped over his waist.
“Maybe it’s me that needs to be entertained.” — THE WAY HE IS LAYING ON THE BED PLEASE SUCH A SEXY PICTURE AND THE DOUBLE MEANING OF HIS WORDS
“Nesta bit her cheek against the smile that threatened to emerge. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
With a wink, he lifted his mug to his mouth, a smile still evident in the crinkle around his eyes. Nesta wanted to return the smile and throttle him in equal measure.” — he almost made her smile TWICE SHSHDUDHDHHD
“Nesta closed her eyes, allowing herself the indulgence of such vulnerability in the middle of a war zone. She guessed she was safer doing so in the General Commander’s tent than anywhere else. The issue came when the quiet allowed too many of the day’s thoughts to wreak havoc on her mind. Before things could spiral, she heaved a breath, feeling an eerie and unexpected sort of calm tugging at the space between her ribs. She was thankful for the blessing to avoid such a display in Cassian’s tent.” — the way his presence calms her and how safe she feels being with him PLEASE DANI
“I found myself wondering,” he began, pausing to find his words. “At times, while the fighting was happening, I wondered where you were. Hoped you were safe.”
“I did, too,” she murmured, surprising herself with the truth. She cleared her throat, forced a surety she didn’t feel. “Every time someone was carried into the tent, I wondered if it would be you.” — I CANNOT TAKE THIS I SIMPLY CANNOT! Acowar!Nessian hits different because they’re not as traumatised and hurt by the world and their love is so shy and scared and hesitant it’s very very sweet
“Rather than hand it over, he lowered himself onto a knee in front of Nesta. He unrolled it from its original shape and worked it until he had it twisted the way he wanted. His features were schooled in concentration as he lifted it over Nesta’s head and rested it around the back of her neck.” — WHERE DO I FIND MYSELF A CASSIAN?! WHERE?! Btw given that you’re already on your knees just take the opportunity to ask for her hand in marriage
“She nearly moaned at the warmth of it, at the gentle brush of his fingers against her skin. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she swore she heard Cassian’s breath hitch each time he freed a rogue piece of her hair from beneath the towel’s weight. Too soon, he was pulling his hands away and settling into his original position across from her.” — Cassian almost jumping on her and losing his mind because she’s so close and she moaned and HE IS TOUCHING HER HAIR
“Nesta wasn’t satisfied with his answer. She indulged in a quick glance over his form, how the loose ties of his tunic allowed a glimpse at his tattooed chest. He seemed so humble, so ordinary in that tent with her. As ordinary as a towering Fae male, strong as if he was carved from stone, could be, anyway. The image didn’t align with the Cassian she’d seen far more often. General Commander of the Night Court’s Armies. Member of the High Lord’s inner circle. War legend.
She got the impression he didn’t readily acknowledge his status or how important his survival would be to the Night Court.” — sobbing she got it so right he’s so selfless and self depreciating Cassian please know that you’re very loved and important
“Nesta swallowed, trying and failing to mute the sound of his steady heartbeat. It felt too big for the space and fought to derail her focus, but it soothed her all the same.”— SHE CAN HEAR HIS HEART
“I don’t think that’s true. You realize you’re not so readily replaced, surely.”
Cassian’s gaze met hers for a split second and dropped to the space between them. “Careful, Sweetheart. That was almost a compliment.” — IT WAS SHE LIKES YOU PLEASE THIS IS HURTING ME WHAT IS UP WITH THE SPRINKLES OF ANGST
“She needed the deflection, to shift Cassian’s focus elsewhere. He’d be the first to point out how she began to withdraw, and she’d rather he didn’t. He thought a while on his answer; long enough for Nesta’s attention to get lost tracing patterns over his wings. They rested within reach, and her fingers twitched to physically trace those patterns against the thin membrane. As if he’d felt her intent, they retracted toward the center of his back.” — you can bet that Nesta obsess over Cassian’s wings now that they’re mated and Cassian loves it
“It was the genuine self-sacrifice that chipped away at Nesta’s defenses. His response had been so earnest that she knew he meant every word, and it inspired a sadness on his behalf and her own circumstances. She had no aversions to solitude, but she didn’t think she would need to excuse anyone of any obligation to her. She’d be alone by choice, first and foremost, but if she decided on the reciprocal, would anyone be there anyway?” — CASSIAN WOULD BE THERE HE WOULD VOLUNTEER
“I guess the more appropriate answer would be that I’d be mated to some Fae male by then, and we would spend it together.”
Cassian’s eyes snapped shut, but he opened them just as quickly. His expression seemed neutral enough, but something unidentifiable was off about it. Nesta studied him in the time between their words, trying to decipher what left her feeling hollow as he looked at her. — CASSIAN WANTING TO TELL HER HE THINKS HE IS HER MATE AND NESTA UNCONSCIOUSLY WANTING HIM TO BE
“I don’t know how it all works, but I doubt that’s in the Cauldron’s plans for me. I’d be satisfied enough with having a say in my death this time around.”
Pain flashed across Cassian’s handsome face, both at her words and something deeper. It was already gone by the time he spoke.
“I hear you. If it’s any consolation, it took over 500 years for me to believe that I have a mate, so I think it’s fair that you don’t quite have your mind around it.” — CASSIAN HURTING BECAUSE NESTA IS TALKING ABOUT HOW SHE WILL DIE ALONE AND HOW SHE IS NOT DESERVING OF A MATE AND CASSIAN FEELING BAD BECAUSE HE HAS ALWAYS THOGHT THE SAME BUT NOW HE THINKS SHE IS HIS
“His words were acid dripping within her ribcage, but she forced the pain down with the same vigor she did her unwelcome powers. She would no sooner touch what the discomfort meant.” — NESTA JEALOUS BECAUSE SHE THINKS CASSIAN HAS A MATE AND IT IS NOT HER
She watched his hand lift to the back of his neck and traced the movement in his forearm when he squeezed his tense muscles. “No, not that I’m aware. I just meant I assumed I wouldn’t have one for a long time.” — and now Cassian to avoid the question because he doesn’t want to scare her saying he thinks she’s his mate
“Her words felt disingenuous, though that idea was absurd. They were as honest as she could manage, but they remained unpalatable. The combination of hers and Cassian’s thoughts on the matter intensified her discontent, and she brushed it off in favor stretching her legs in front of her.” — BOTH OF THEM THINKING THE SAME THING BUT TOO SCARED TO SAY IT THE PAIN
“She stood, soreness already roaring through her tired muscles. Cassian rose swiftly and held his hands out as if to brace her at the shoulders, but Nesta took a subtle step back. She couldn’t bear the contact; not if she intended to return to her tent with those walls still resolutely in place.” — SHE DOES NOT WANT TO LEAVE HIM I AM HURTING
“Despite it all—“ he paused, fixing his eyes on the ground near his feet. His steps were silent as he traveled across the tent, stopping barely two feet away from her. Close enough to touch, to breathe in his distinct scent yet again. She’d know him by any of her senses, down to the nuanced sound of his twitching wings . “If the Cauldron were to level our world tomorrow, I’d be right here.”
“I like to think I’d find myself here, too.” — THIS IS IT I AM JUMPING OUT OF A WINDOW
“Goodnight, Nesta”
She looked over her shoulder to find his attention fixed resolutely on his task, as if his parting words left him vulnerable in a way he wouldn’t allow her to see.
“Goodnight,” she murmured, stepping out into the frigid darkness. — I’m okay I’m fine I’m not crying it’s just a tree in my eye
As per usual, Babi, I’m humbled by your generous reviews! I don’t deserve you, but I’ll keep trying
I went from touched, to laughing, to emotional, and everything in between reading this! Your support knows no bounds.
But THIS—
“Acowar!Nessian hits different because they’re not as traumatised and hurt by the world and their love is so shy and scared and hesitant it’s very very sweet”
— made me smile hard. This is exactly what I wanted to come through in this one-shot. What would the development and trajectory of their relationship/ mating have looked like in the absence of such brutal trauma? If they hadn’t fallen apart at the seams and had to crawl back from it? If they’d had the luxury of time, of getting to know each other more organically? [You can ask @duskandstarlight. She had to listen to my rambling about this specifically when I was planning this fic ]
A millions thanks to you, my dear Babi! You make a girl feel loved ❤️
A/N: This Nessian one-shot wouldn’t leave me alone and effectively blocked my progress on any of my other WIPs, so I gave in and followed the inspiration.
This is set in canon, during the war but prior to the final battle with Hybern. It’s full of Nessian longing/ pining, so enjoy
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Her bones ached.
The night’s cool air added to the discomfort, another meager annoyance that had the potential to break them all.
The cries of battle had been fierce and electrifying. Too quickly they had given way to cries of pain; anguish both physical and emotional. Nesta wondered how many Illyrian soldiers had lost family during the day’s fight; biological or found. She hadn’t allowed herself much time to dwell on it. Injuries were plentiful in various degrees of severity, and she was running ragged already trying to keep up.
Well, yes Nesta, and there’s no reason to be jealous, he’s talking about you baby
“No, not that I’m aware…”LIAR.“…I just meant I assumed I wouldn’t have one for a long time” (wow, what a great save, general. Bet in his head he’s like: “Nailed it”)
“What changed your mind?”
Seriously, Nesta, c'mon, what’s wrong with you, can’t you tell? Wow, you must really be very exhausted (for Cassian’s luck)
I mean, yeah, the whole thing was so adorable, but this part especially, I can’t with my two dorks ❤
Our girl really was so affected by this mate business, totally ignoring the flashing signs that point to HER as his mate sweet little love.
And Cassian did his best to navigate the touchy subject, although I have no doubt that his internal monologue would consist mostly of screams
(…) , “.” . , . . ’ , , “. ’ .” ’ , . , , . “—’ ,” , .” ~ A Court of Frost and Starlight
This scene is one of my favorite scenes of Elain and Azriel! I have always wanted an art inspired by this scene. It’s such a beautiful scene yet simple scene . Lately this scene has been used to make fun of us, to ridicule us, to call us names. So I wanted to turn all that hatred into this beautiful comfort scene. At the end of the day my goal is to bring as much positivity as I can to the fandom. I hope you love it as much as I do.
@jessamyart is once again the incredible artist that created this stunning scene. I love working with Jess, she has always managed to read my mind and create exactly what I envisioned. So thank you Jess, I will always treasure you for helping me bring this presents to life. It’s always a pleasure, and I cannot wait to work with you again!
To my little angry potatoes here’s my little Christmas gift to you.
This scene is one of my favorite scenes of Elain and Azriel! I have always wanted an art inspired by this scene. It’s such a simple scene yet conveys a lot. Elain is still going through trauma and Azriel is one of the few people who can make her open up and be comfortable. Hopefully this fanart expressed that!
The artist that created this beautiful scene? Is non other than @jessamyart I have been in love with Jess drawing style for ages. She truly is the sweetest person to work with, they way she just didn’t bring me vision to life, she truly created a work of art. Thank you again for taking me on this journey it was an absolute pleasure, and I cannot wait to work with you again!
This is my solstice gift to all of you! To my little Elriel family, my angry little potatoes, this year wouldn’t have been the same without your constant support!
Oh ya know, just a flawless piece of work from @morgana0anagrom, one of my all-time favorite artists. I’m so glad I got to commission this scene in their style!
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I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS!! Thank you @hacawijo for organizing this commission and to all my fellow Elriel fam who made this happen!! I am so happy to have shared this journey with you all!!
And thank you @morgana0anagrom for creating this absolute masterpiece to life! I am in awe with your talent!!
