This is probably one of my favorite prompts because I have so many headcanons for love languages in the ACoTaR universe:
Elainâs biggest love language is acts of service. She likes feeling useful and wants to make the lives of those she loves a little less stressful in any way she can.
Her second one is gift giving/receiving. As weâve seen she puts serious thought into the gifts she gives her loved ones.
Her third is physical touch, but thatâs not as true since the cauldron..except for Azriel.
Azrielâs biggest love language is quality time. Even if heâs silent for hours and listening to someone ârambleâ, he enjoys being with the people he cares about.
His second one is also gift giving/receiving. He felt truly seen and appreciated the effort Elain went through to give him not just a useful gift, tailor-made for him, but also something that showed their shared humor.
He is averse to most physical touch, except when it comes to Elain.
All of that coincides to my biggest headcanon (and hope for Elainâs book) that Azriel will be the one to take her to see the tulips on the continent as a gift (maybe a birthday, anniversary, just because?) where they can spend time together without the watchful eyes of the IC ..so thatâs what @elainsweetcobalt and I commissioned. đ
@elrielmonth
Art by aysha.nasir15
An d keep an eye out for a reblog with fic link by the wonderful and incredibly sweet @pinkrasberryfish
Ignore the last part! There was a language miscommunication between my bestie, pink, and me 𤣠the fic she is writing is for another commission/prompt
Elain, girl, I get it. Like, who is this huge, beautiful, mysterious Illyrian warrior, spymaster, wielder of Truth Teller and Shadow Singer with neck tattoos? But he is also polite, courteous and a big softy?! Climb than man like a tree girl. Please.
This is honestly really surprising to me. Apparently there are people out there that think Nesta and Cassian are going to end up together. Have they not read their bonus chapter? SJM effectively ended them.
First of all, the way they think about each other is not romantic at all:
Cassian has no idea where he stands with her, and as you can see, he is so unhealthily obsessed with Nesta that he can't stop thinking about her and literally rushed to interact with her even though she doesn't even like him and is mean to him! If Sarah wanted this be be romantic, she could have made totally different choices. We could have learned they shared secret touches or looks, have their fingers trembling or breath catching around each other. But no, just confusion and unhealthy obsession on Cassian's part. Honestly, he kinda seems like an incel here.
Worse than that, it's clear he obviously only lusts after her:
He literally has not said one thing about her personality! He's just weirdly obsessed with her boobs and her scent and is just thinking about him stroking her. If we were supposed to have gleaned he has real feelings for her, and not just lust, couldn't Sarah have added something more sweet and personal here? I don't know. Maybe he could have brought her a thoughtful present that shows how much he sees and understands her when no one else does. But no. He just wants to get laid and touch her boobs. Honestly, ugh.
And let's not even get started about the Mor thing!
Cassian slept with Mor because he was jealous of Azriel! And if you recall, in ACOMAF Morrigan said Cassian just wants what he can't have and it has driven Cassian crazy for centuries that Mor never wanted him again after they slept together once. Rhys confirms this too.
Nesta clearly is not interested in Cassian. In fact, she knees him in the balls right after this. Honestly? This actually seems like a really toxic perpetuation of the Mor situation. Cassian yet again wants what he can't have, and it is actually in the canon text that he has this problem. Also, notice that he's ashamed of this situation and embarrassed to tell Mor about it? That's not a very good setup for a romance. He should have the full support of his friends and family in order for Nessian to work.
He calls himself stupid, he knows it's wrong, he just doesn't care for a moment because of the lust. Again, Nesta knees him in the balls. Not interested. Take a hint you creepy incel! And even though he was fully planning on devouring her lips, he is clearly not anymore!
But here's the real nail in the coffin:
Nesta forbids him from coming back. She threatens that she'll scream if he does and she is only willing to work with and talk to anyone but him. How is he supposed to get around that? How is their relationship supposed to develop if he is forbidden from talking to her and seeing her? I just don't understand how this is supposed to resolve in the books. At least hundreds, if not a few thousand of the tens or hundreds of thousands of SJM readers have read this bonus chapter. There's no way to come back from this.
Also- did you notice in ACOFAS Nessian's same drama is still playing out, but SJM interestingly enough introduces a character named Emerie and they have a scene together? Seems like SJM is clearly telling us Nessian isn't happening and setting up a new love interest for Cassian. Based on their limited interactions, it's actually really obvious to me that they are a much better fit and there is already a ton of foreshadowing that they are endgame. In fact, I think they are mates!
I swear this has nothing to do with the fact that I dislike Nesta. I mean, do I dislike her, and do I think Cassian deserves better? Yeah. But that's not relevant here. What's relevant is text and foreshadowing and the fact that I don't like Nesta and think Cassian deserves better because I've self inserted myself into Sarah's writing and want her to do what I want and I don't want Archeron sisters I don't like winding up with a bat boy I love.
Wait no... Ignore that second part I didn't mean to type that out.
Ok so I don't know if I'll be able to describe this correctly. But let me at least take a crack at it.
I'm not pro-Elriel because the couple, per say, I'm pro-Elriel because the story we'd get from an Azriel x Elain pairing. Stay with me, this is pro-Elriel, I promise.
I just find an Elriel, and thus a rejected mates, storyline so damn compelling.
In a narrative world so shrouded in prophecy, fate, and destiny, I love the idea of exploring what happens when a character decides to defy said destiny. When they decide that the path they forge for themselves, and all the good and bad that might come with it, is the path they want to walk.
Exploring a love story where two people choose to defy Fate, to defy what is essentially their religion, and choose to be together is so fucking powerful.
And so far, Elain's character has been so wonderfully written for this sort of narrative. The passive, docile, people-pleaser standing against fate itself in the name of love, who finally finds her voice and decides what she wants for her damn self, even if it goes against everything sheâs been taught to believe.
Elain, whose life has largely been decided for her, who is a people-pleaser and prone to putting the wants of others above her own self, being the one to break what's perceived as the biggest blessing in Fae culture for Azriel. Azriel who has never been chosen, who has never felt he's worthy of love or goodness.
Like, for me, if Elain were to accept the bond, it would feel like a regression in her character's growth. She'd be doing what the Cauldron essentially wanted. She'd be doing the "right" thing in the eyes of Fae society. She'd be giving in to the pressures that stem from her Court and the alliances she knows her mating bond is helping to maintain. Her accepting the bond wouldn't mean Elain is growing. In my mind, it would mean she's laying down and deciding that she, in fact, has no autonomy or desire to do anything but what's expected of her.
And I just don't think that's as compelling of a story! Not just because I want her with Azriel. If she came out of the Cauldron as Azriel's mate, but had chemistry and potential for an epic love with Lucien or another character she'd reject the bond for, then that's the ship I'd be down for!
It's the story I want more than the endgame couple. I want the drama that comes with a rejected mating bond. I want to explore the lore behind the bonds. I want to see a different type of love story. I want to explore what it means to defy fate and the Cauldron and societal expectations in the world of Prythian.
I want to see what it means to find a love that trumps even a mating bond.
So, in regards to the post here that I just reblogged, I have some MORE thoughts:
Not only do I think the OP did a remarkable job explaining what has been my focus and my "reasons" for elriel since the beginning, but I just want to reiterate that.
There is conflict, there is world-building, there is epic love overcoming all else, there is (potentially?) political fall out...
There is so much STORY that can be done with this pairing.
If someone can please give me such story in any other ship, I'd be down for it.
Because where is the STORY in Elain with anyone else? (Because it's not going to be an Azriel-book. It's not going to be a Lucien-book. The one thing that we can pretty much BET on is that it'll be an Elain book, because the SISTERS have been the focus from the beginning. But I digress...)
So let's say it is definitely Elain's story. Feyre had hers in the first three; Nesta in Silver Flames; it'll be Elain's turn now. Seems fairly reasonable to make such a guess.
Tell me, honestly, what sort of story that would CENTER around ELAIN if the endgame pairing is Lucien? There is no conflict, there is no fall out, there is almost nothing for them to "overcome" in any way.
"Elain accepts the bond. The end." Very, very, VERY short tale.
But a story that would CENTER around ELAIN if the pairing is with Azriel? Boy oh boy do we have story!
Rejected bond and what happens because of it (DOES anything happen because of it?)
World-building and expansion of lore and whatnot (possibly tying in things we learned in other Maas-verse stories?)
A "love more epic than a mating bond" kind of pairing
The importance of one's choice, even in defiance of fate or gods or whatever other power
Political fallout from Elain and Azriel choosing each other--what does that mean with allies? What does it mean with Rhys? With Lucien? Does it affect the courts of Prythian in some way?
Etc. Etc.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again:
From a purely WRITING perspective, from a purely STORY-TELLING perspective, I cannot see it going any other way for Elain's story.
If weâre giving such large significance to such small details then fun fact the stars in Velaris shine like amethyst so what nowâŚ
ACOMAF
âAround us, the city twinkled, the stars themselves seeming to hang lower, pulsing with ruby and amethyst and pearl.â
Notice how silly that sounds. Sjm couldnât remember that Bryce was wearing leggings during the final battle in CC1 or the names of the avallen twins but sure she remembers the one time she put some of Helionâs day court entourage in amethyst amongst cobalt and crimson 7 years ago.
Adding on: Listen, if you really think that SJM wrote that Elain glows with good health in amethyst to immediately make us think, âOmg like some of the members of Helionâs entourage in ACOWAR,â then⌠honestly I donât know what to say. Does that not sound silly because that is such a minuscule detail? Maybe the reason weâre just thinking about this now and not 3 years ago when ACOSF came out is because weâre looking for significance in places where there isnât any.
â. . . torn up by thorns,â I mused, recalling a morning this past summer when Elain had come into the house, her right palm bleeding from several gashes thanks to a stubborn rosebush that had pierced her gloves. The thorns had broken off in her skin, leaving sharp splinters that Iâd had to pull free.â -Feysand bonus chapter
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When I read this, I couldnât help but imagine Azriel being the one to find Elain after a mishap with a rosebush and using it as an opportunity to share a stolen, tender moment of caring for her as he has throughout the series.
It would be so poetic for Azriel to be the one to care for and bandage the wounds on Elainâs hands, considering the scars he carries on his hands from his own painful past. @oli_diart is the angel who brought this idea to life for me! I am just in awe of her talent, her attention to detail, and her ability to capture expressions.â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
And thank you so much to the lovelies running the @elriel-month and for making this event possible! So happy that I can contribute to this beautiful month! đĽ°
A/N: I was so happy when @elainsweetcobalt asked me to write a story to accompany this amazing fanart for this week's prompt. Shout-out to her and @tessorange-art for the incredible job because holy shit it's such a good fanart
It was nearly 1am when Elain finally got the courage to get up from the couch and lie to her family.
âIâm exhausted.â She said with what she hoped was a soft, convincing smile â so at odds with the erratic spike of adrenaline coursing through her body, numbing her limbs. âIâm going to call it a night.â She added a bit apologetically, aware of her sisterâs knowing gaze on the side of her face. Elain paid Feyre no mind, feigning obliviousness as she dropped a good-night kiss on Rhysandâs cheek, happy to see that no suspicion lingered in his star-speckled eyes. Feyre, however, was waiting for Elain with open arms and an intrigued look on her face.
She knew her sister wouldnât ask questions while her mate was watching them so closely, but nervous bubbles still fizzed in her tummy as she wondered what, exactly, was going through Feyreâs mind. Nevertheless, Elain smiled â a doe-eyed, innocent grin that did absolutely nothing to fool her sister, who remained mercifully silent as Elain wrapped her arms around her â and it was all she could do to keep her composure as she turned around and climbed up the stairs, the curious gaze of her family on her back the only reason why she didnât rush to her room.
Truth be told, neither Rhys nor Feyre had any reason to be suspicious, no reason to believe Elain to be anything but the stickler for rules sheâd always been. The reliable if not predictablesister is what they saw every time they glanced at her, and it was an image Elain was all to happy to sustain if it meant one more night with him, his lips on her skin, his weight on top of her.
Her entire body was a riot of sensations â hot yet cold, numb yet buzzing with energy â yet there was no reluctance, no hesitation in her step as she entered her room â silently locking the door behind her â and made her way past the neatly made bed, past the overflowing vase of colourful tulips and towards the balcony door, throwing it open with gusto.
Only to find that no one was there.
Which was to be expected, if not a bit underwhelming. So what if her throat was dry with thoughts of running into his arms? So what if she could barely breathe with the anticipation that pounded through with every beat of her heart?
Elain turned, walking towards her vanity in a futile attempt of distracting herself, pointedly ignoring the tulips that seemed to taunt her from beside the balcony door. Her reflection watched her from the mirror with feverish, wide eyes and flushed cheeks the same pink as her satin dress â one she had picked specially with him in mind. Goosebumps covered her skin as a cool gust of wind caressed her ankle, wrapping around her calf-
Elain looked down â at the dark tendril stroking her skin â and her gaze immediately snapped up again, looking through the mirror at the man standing behind her, so silent and so still she blinked to make sure she wasnât imagining him. But there he was. She parted her lips, every word fleeing her mind as she took him in â a midnight-dark shadow and impressive, leathery wings, carefully tucked in behind him. His lush lips were tilted up ever so slightly, hair wind-blown and wild. A familiar swarm of shadows lazily coiled around her, reaching for her, touching her â gently wrapping around her legs, brushing against her arms.
Her name on his lips was a greeting, a plea, and before Elain could greet him back his scarred hand were caressing her neck, his thumb stroking her delicate skin. In a woosh of relief, Elain tilted her head to the side, wild eyes urging him to touch her more, to wrap his hand around her throat. But Azrielâs touch remained soft, languorous. His hazel eyes, however, betrayed his otherwise calm expression, chaotic as they traced her face, her bare neck, the plunging neckline of her satin dress, and then flickering to her face in obvious appreciation.
Elainâs mind went quiet as his hand trailed slightly down, playing with the strap of her dress, teasing her until she was squirming in her seat, spreading her legs open. She couldnât even bring herself to be embarrassed by the needy sound that left her lips as she pressed against him. A whisper of a touch made her gasp, and Elain watched with hooded eyes as shadows trailed up her skin, brushing against her upper thigh.
Azriel leaned down and pressed his lips against her pulse point, nibbling and licking at the sensitive skin. Elain watched him through the mirror, fighting not to close her eyes and lose a second of the sinful image he painted tasting her. Azriel looked up, as if sharing her exact thoughts, and Elainâs breath caught in her chest as his hazel eyes flared and he smiled wickedly.
âYes.â Elain answered the unspoken question, making Azriel chuckle at her eagerness. Elain did her best to glare at him, but then Azriel was pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, and any urge to fight was quickly forgotten.
âWere they suspicious?â He asked instead. The rumble of his whiskey voice sent a thrill down her spine, straight to her core. Elain bit her lip and shook her head. âAre you sure?â He knew damn well she was sure â just as she knew he had checked if it was safe to come into her room before even stepping foot in her balcony. But this was a familiar game to them, and they were both beyond pretending the thrill, the rush of sneaking out, of getting lost in each other when, on all accounts, they shouldnât, didnât excite them.
At that moment though, Elain couldnât care less â not as she got up on shaky legs, turned around and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him with such force that Azriel staggered back before righting himself. He groaned low in his chest, kissing her back as if it were second nature. His shadows, Elain noticed fleetingly, had made themselves scarce, now replaced by Azrielâs hands as they reached for her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
âDoes Rhys know youâre back?â Elain mumbled, pressing kisses to his jaw as he carried her to bed. Azriel pulled her hair back, holding her body close while pulling a strap of her dress down her arm, exposing her nipples to the cool breeze. He groaned, kissing her bare shoulder, down her chest until he was wrapping his lips around the peaked bud. Elain almost let him distract her. âAz?â She urged.
Azriel pulled back, kissing her temple, and laying her down the bed with such care her heart squeezed inside her chest. âHeâll know in the morning.â He finally said. Which meant no one knew Azriel was already in Velaris, back from his week-long mission. Which meant he could spend the night with her, unafraid of being sought out by anyone else.
Despite the leathers that still covered his body, he wasnât the Shadowsinger, he wasnât the Night Courtâs Spymaster. Tonight, he was just Azriel. He was only hers.
So Elain smiled, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him take his top off, his eyes never leaving hers. And she didnât look away either - not even as the sound of his pants hitting the floor echoed through the room. In what felt like slow-motion, he climbed up the bed and pushed the hem of her satin dress up her legs. The caress of his scarred hands against her tender skin made her squirm where she lay, and a needy whimper left her lips as his thumbs caressed her inner thighs. Elain spread her legs, mindless with want and too desperate to feel ashamed of her wanton display.
Azriel didnât seem bothered by it in the slightest â and with a groan, his fingers found her soaked center. With a muttered cursed, Azrielâs gaze turned to Elain, his lips seeking hers, his tongue battling hers as his thick fingers entered her, his thumb swirling around her clit. He fucked her with his fingers, going slow and fast then slow again, playing with her body until Elain was bowing off the bed, hips moving as she sought the sweet pressure of his fingers. Azriel knew what she needed â harder, faster â but still he kept his lazy pace, watching her with a satisfied smirk and hunger in his eyes. Like he couldnât get enough of seeing her squirm under his touch, cheeks flushed while the sounds of his fingers fucking her echoed through the room. Azriel kissed her jaw, her neck, her chest, all the while muttering sweet praises against her skin.
Good girl.
Youâre so wet for me.
You make me so hard.
His dirty words were enough to send her over the edge, and before Elain could help it, she cried out, legs shaking as she came hard around his fingers. There was nothing in her mind but pure bliss, her entire body seemingly bursting at the seams as she kept clenching rhythmically around him.
He shushed her tenderly, looking entirely too pleased with himself. âYou need to be quiet, or I canât make you feel good, baby.â He muttered against her lips, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. Elain, still panting and probably looking as debauched as she felt, didnât give him a chance to deny her a thing. Before he could mutter any more idle threats, she was pushing him until he fell on his back, bed bouncing with the impact. âElainââ He tried to scold her, but she was beyond reasoning. Elain straddled him with ease, pulling the dress that had pooled around her waist up her body and throwing it behind her, caring little for where it landed. Azriel went silent, but the sight of his hands gripping the sheets spoke of his restraint. He wouldnât touch her if he didnât think he should â and hadnât that been their problem for so long?
No longer, though.
Elain leaned down, dropping a kiss to his chest, eyes locked on his. âWhat if I want to make you feel good, too?â She murmured, kissing and licking his neck until he was panting under her. She would mark him tonight, right there so everyone could see. Let them ask where he had gotten it â let him remember it all again and come up with an excuse that could never do them any justice. âWill you be quiet?â She asked softly, hand reaching for his cock where it strained between their bodies. Azriel groaned, head dropping back as she pumped him slowly.
His hands finally reached for her waist when she bit the lobe of his ear, squeezing her fist around him and the sight of his naked body under her, strong muscles writhing and completely at her mercy sent a new wave a wetness to her core. She started pumping him harder, kissing him as he tried not to moan too loudly. Suddenly Elain understood why he enjoyed seeing her at his mercy.
âHoly fuckââ He groaned and power rushed through her at seeing this unbreakable man panting for her touch, nearly begging her for more. But Elain wasnât as cruel as him â she raised her hips ever so slightly and aligned his member with her aching center. Azriel seemed to have stopped breathing, his own hands holding her still as she started to drop down his cock. âShit.â He rasped and Elain had to agree. He fit perfectly, stretching her, and filling her in a way that sent starts bursting behind her eyelids.
She leaned down, hands holding her weight on his chest as she tried to move, but Azriel stopped her. âGive me a second.â He asked. Elain nodded, eyes closed as she fought the instinct to ride the man under her until both of them were screaming, secrets be damned.
âAzriel, please.â She begged when she couldnât handle it anymore. âDonât make me wait anymore.â
He smiled softly, pushing a lock of hair away from her face. âGo ahead, baby.â He rasped, hands dropping to her hips. âRide me.â
She hardly needed to be told twice. She moved her hips slightly, finding the perfect pace until both were panting, fighting not to make too much noise. But it was impossible â not as Azriel bent his legs and started thrusting up, hips meeting her own until the only thing she could hear was the sound of his skin meeting hers, his pained groans that sent sparks up her legs. A large hand grabbed her ass, guiding her up and down his cock as Azriel, with an impressive show if strength, sat up, his mouth wrapping around her nipple and sucking.
âYes.â She mumbled, hands holding onto his shoulders as he kept filling her, fucking her until there was nothing she could think about the feeling of his body pressed against hers.
Euphoria crashed down her body as his skilled fingers found her clit, his lips on her neck as he rasped, âCome for me.â
Elainâs entire world ended and was made anew. Pleasure like she had never felt before numbed her limbs, turning her into putty in his hands. She felt herself fall onto him as he held her close, seeking his own pleasure in erratic thrusts and soft praises muttered against her sweaty shoulder. She felt him come inside her with a groan, filling her until they were both sated, drained, and falling down on the bed with whatever sliver of energy they had left.
âHoly fuck.â Azriel panted and Elain couldnât help but giggle where she laid, splayed on top of his body and unwilling to let go.
She smiled lazily. âYouâve said that.â
âIt bears repeating.â He smirked, chuckling softly as he glanced at her. He stroke her cheek gently, lost in thought. Elain didnât ask him what was going through his mind, not even as he watched her with so much tenderness Elain almost looked away. Azriel leaned down instead, kissing her slowly, deeply. âCan I hold you while you sleep?â He asked, a soft frown on his face.
Elain pouted. âI donât want to sleep.â
âYouâre exhausted.â
âYouâre back from Rask, and Iâm the one whoâs exhausted?â She teased, but Azriel just looked at her, letting her see everything going through his mind.
âI just need to hold you tonight.â He said, and Elain said nothing else. Because he would be leaving soon. Because sheâd be waking up alone, any trace of him gone, his scent already fading from her sheets. And like always, despite her sore body and the vivid memories that would make her blush early in the morning, she would wonder if it had all been a dream. That is until she looked at the lovely vase by the window, where a new tulip stem wouldâve joined the others. A different colour every time so Elain could tell them apart.
So Elain nodded as she reached for his lips once again. She wondered if maybe it was time to talk to Feyre. If there was a way for him to stop going away every other day. Not for the first time, she wondered if Rhys kept Azriel away for a reason â if in his concern for the people he loved, the High Lord wanted to avoid Azriel coming around Elain as much as possible, believing distance to be the key to a situation no one wanted. If he thought time apart would make them forget each other, want each other less.
If only he knew.
âIâm probably leaving again soon.â He murmured against her lips, as if he could muffle the words and stop them from coming out. From happening. âI wonât be able to tell you when Iâll be back.â He frowned, as if only now realising heâd be spending nights away from Velaris again.
A pang twisted in her stomach, but Elain smiled serenely, pressing a kiss to his chest. âThatâs okay.â She reassured him, even if she knew every cell in her body would spend the entire time longing for him, too busy missing him to care for anything else.
Azriel eyed the balcony door, the gauzy curtains still blowing with the night breeze. âI donât want you to wait for me without knowing when Iâll be back.â
Elain raised her head, eyes heavy with sleep as she watched him. âWonât you come to me when you get back?â
âAlways.â
âThen Iâll be waiting for you.â She reassured him.
âElainââ
âSleep, Az. You need to rest.â She laid her head on his chest, snuggling closer to him just as he interlaced his fingers through hers. He sighed in defeat and Elain felt her heart trip inside her chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling happily as she closed her eyes. âI always leave the door open for you, anyway.â
I absolutely adore the result of this art, Tess and I giggled while talking about Azriel secretly flying to Elain's room you can read the full fic of this scene since @slytherhys wrote this amazing fic for us, please go and give this one some love art on IG and the incredible fic on A03
"Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldnât tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, âBeautiful.â"
god that elucien blog is so annoying. they have the worst takes and get mad whenever theyre forced to have a logical argument and always start attacking. that comment about your trauma not being special was fucked up, sorry you had to deal with that. theyre horrid sometimes
Thanks. Honestly, I was a little taken aback by the force at which these Gwynriels started attacking me all because I said the ship makes me uncomfortable.
They just kept harping that all SA victims are fine with Gwynriel and it only makes Elriels uncomfortable and I was just like "actually, not true." And I got hit with the "well your personal SA trauma doesn't make you any more superior to try to shame an entire ship" or whatever
Like what? Excuse me?
Aside from the fact that I literally never said that
Genuinely I had to sit there like - what the actual fuck? I'm not out here commenting on anti posts telling them their ship is making me uncomfortable. I just scroll past it.
But then they come onto my post and have the audacity to call me all sorts of names and dismiss my own trauma to tell me that "actually no Gwyn is ready to have all these aggressively sexual HCs we have because she asked Azriel if he could sing and they can ship them because they're fictional characters". Like okay? I don't care?
Why come into my post and say I'm wrong? Say I'm misogynistic for wanting to ship female characters (especially ones with SA trauma) only when they are ready and with people they've actually shown interest in?
Literally these people are insane. I'm blocking all of them from now on. I'm not having "debates" anymore with people who don't even respect real people, let alone fictional characters.
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