oh my days y’all I actually have no sense of time. I thought I’d been gone like a week since my last post, then I realised my last post was fricking gwyn week, and I almost cried. Where’d all the time go, seriously??
Although not a heavy shipper in general, I do like the idea of Gwynriel. It would be a right-side up SJM move, and I have no doubts that it’ll be the next ship.
The other would be Tarquin, although that’s more of a crack ship, but after a few conversations with a friend who’s convinced they’re going to become a couple in one of the next books, I’m sort of on the ship too.
If Gwyn’s not related to the Vanserras, and Elriel is the next ship, I feel like the only other option would be to pair her with Lucien. All things considered, it’s not a bad ship, and they’re two of the best characters in the series.
Polyamory ship, that I know SJM will never do but I wish she would, I absolutely adore the idea of Azriel/Gwyn/Nesta/Cassian all living in the House together and it being a very open deal.
Nothing specific, but I hope Gwyn finds happiness, regardless of the shipping war and all the shit she gets for being nice. Seriously, she deserves it.
I want her to wear her priestess stone, and understand that what she did and Catrin’s death were not wasted efforts, and that she definitely is beyond worthy of wearing the stone.
Hope she at least gets to be a perspective in someone’s book (not a heavy Gwynriel shipper, but it would most likely be that book), because I feel like her POV would be good and we might finally get some Autumn/Spring Court culture going on (Lucien too, but they’re both a bit on the back burner at the moment)
Theories:
100% believe she’s blood related to the Vanserras. SJM is a bit of a lazy writer when it comes to stuff like this (the red hair was an immediate clock-in, the Autumn Court was the other big clue) and I have no doubt that her father is in the Vanserra family. I just hope its not Lucien cause that’s weird, gotta be honest.
I love the Little Mermaid Theory, but I don’t necessarily believe it’ll happen, considering SJM has literal mermaids in her other series she could use for this retelling (pretty sure Tharion wishes he was Ariel).
A theory I dislike intensely, is the Evil Lightsinger Theory. Mostly because it stems from the fact that antis think she’s using her trauma as a way to make us hype her up, only for it all to be a facade. SJM’s not a monster or a complete idiot guys, I highly doubt that’s where she wants to take the story.
Also like this theory I saw that Gwyn will get one of the other three swords (I think Narben, but I can’t be sure), and that Emerie gets the other one, because I love the Valkyries being a unit like that, with the similar, powerful weapons.
And final theory I like, which one of my friends whole-heartedly believes, is that in a book where Gwyn gets her own perspective, she’ll meet the children she saved in Sangravah, and see all her work that day wasn’t for nothing.
I do realise I missed Day 4, mostly cause I had nothing to add/think of, so sorry about that.
(Under the keep reading is where it gets angsty, you’ve been warned)
“I love you,” Catrin said, rolling onto her side to face Gwyn.
She never said those words. Not once had Catrin thought to say those words, because Gwyn already knew.
Actions spoke louder for her, and the only reason she would say it is if she doubted what Gwyn already knew.
“I love you too,” she said, giving her sister’s hand a squeeze, “You’re my number one, Trin, don’t forget that,”
“Good,” relief washed over her features, the creases smoothing out.
Gwyn often wondered if all that stress would give her wrinkles by the time she was two hundred, but she preferred not to think about that.
“Do you really want to be a priestess?” Catrin asked, a flicker of something like uncertainty crossing her face.
“Of course,” Gwyn frowned, sat up to look at her sister, “Don’t you?”
“Definitely,” she sat up too, grinning ear to ear, “When I’m a century or two old, I’m gonna bust out of here and work as a dressmaker,”
“That’s your grand plan?” she rolled her eyes, smiling at her sister’s determine, “Okay, well then, if you’re going, I’m going too,”
“And what are you gonna do?”
“I’ll sing, of course. Since you aren’t going to make us any money,” she said, yelping when Catrin pinched under her ribs.
“I’m serious, Gwyn,” she said, shading her eyes from the sun, “I don’t want to live here forever. We can go somewhere better. I’ve always liked the Day Court,”
“Are we going to meet Lord Helion and drink tea with him every morning while we’re at it?”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit,” Catrin said, waving the words away with a hand.
“I’m just being rational,”
“That’s your problem. None of the dreamer in you.”
She was sure Catrin hadn’t meant the words to be harmful. And of course she hadn’t, because fourteen year old sisters don’t think words like that are harmful.
Still, they stung sharper than a bee.
“Wherever we go, we go together though, right?” Catrin asked, holding out her webbed little finger, “I’ll even stick it out in Sangravah if that’s what you want.”
And she would, Gwyn knew it. They loved each other, and if they thought about it long enough, they both concluded that they’d never need anyone other than each other. They were two halves of an inseparable whole.
“Where I go, you go,” she pulled a face, taking her sister’s little finger and shaking on it, “Even if where we’re going is some boring old tailor’s shop, we’re going together. I promise.”
“I love you,” Catrin said, ushering the children towards Gwyn’s waiting arms, “Now get them out of here!”
“Trin, come on, what are you doing?” this was no time to play hero.
“They need help at the walls,” she gave a sad smile, “The catacombs will be safe though. Go Gwyn, I’ll be with you in an hour, tops.”
She stared at her sister, but now was not the time for long declarations. She grabbed the smallest children and ran, unable to bring herself to look back.
They got to the trapdoor in the kitchens, Gwyn breathless as she crammed them in as fast as she could, hearing the heavy march of soldiers’ boots behind her.
“Stay silent, okay? Not a sound,’ she closed the trapdoor and kicked the rug over it for good measure, as they came in.
“We heard voices,” a soldier grunted, and Gwyn felt tears burning her eyes, “Where are the children?”
“It’s just me,” she felt her neck itch, and refused to scratch it, lest they think it a tell, “The children went with my sister.”
They sniffed the air, catching the similar scents, and grinned. One made a signal and the other left.
“You mean this sister?” the first one said, a leering grin on his face, as Catrin was dragged in, gagged and bound.
“Trin!” she nearly sobbed the word, hoping someone would come and save them both.
“I’ll ask again; where are the children?” the one holding Catrin said, slamming her head against the table. Blood trickled, but she remained conscious. A good sign, she hoped.
Gwyn opened her mouth, hating herself for the fact that she was going to sell out the children for Catrin. Anything, to know her sister was going to be alright.
But she shook her head. Their eyes met across the room and Gwyn knew that Catrin would rather die than let her do this.
They’d never needed to say “I love you”. They were beyond that. So Gwyn used another word, one that was better than the three everyone else used.
“No.”
And Gwyn couldn’t stop screaming, when they chopped her head off.
apologies, missed day one of gwyn appreciation week, so I’ll combine day one and two here.
for day one, I think my favourite scene with Gwyn is when she shows up at Emerie’s house. That was obviously very important to her, and it made me quite proud when she finally took such a big step to support her friends.
for day two, I love that she’s still kept her light hearted, easygoing manner, despite all that she’s endured. Compared to a lot of other characters who have fallen into despair after going through all their trials and tribulations, it’s pretty cool to see that she’s still fighting, and still being such a generally sweet, caring person.
really random but did anyone else grow up with the kotlc books?
because I just learnt about stellarlune, and to have all these books was my pre-teen dream (they’re still on my shelf looking beautiful as fuck books 1-7). I stopped after flashback because that was a behemoth to get through, only for me to remember I was no longer a child and could not stand middle-grade romance. anyways, time to reread and buy Legacy and Unlocked because the books have the most awesome covers.
just thought I’d throw in my two cents on the matter of the cc3 crossover.
I hate it. Hate hate hate it. But I can’t change it, because I’m not the author, and that sucks so utterly and completely because if you gave me a room full of all these characters at least half of them would’ve been given the death sentence.
SO, Rhysand in CCity? My own personal thought is that this is like when someone’s archnemesis moves in next door, and a supervillain level of petty takes over. Except everyone’s going to love that purple eyed slimeball, and I am not ready for that.
The IC in general, in cc3 is just stupid. E.g. a quick moment, maybe a time jump a few months to show Bryce has been working hard with the IC and then she’s through the portal, and then we launch into time difference between worlds, everything’s changed/been demolished in her world, Bryce has to put it right.
shit, I should’ve been given cc3.
Anyways, I have to add that this was really shit writing on SJM’s part. Like, crossovers are a distinct no-zone for anyone attempting to write in an official, published sense. A little cameo, like the example above, would’ve been a slightly bigger nod than Aelin falling through the worlds, but still a nod. Not throwing away with niceties and dumping all these characters from another universe into the plot, because it honestly makes me so mad.
“I bought you, and now I set you free, Lehaba.” (Pg 701, hardcover)
I’m sorry why did you not fucking free her the second it happened, you SELFISH ASSHOLE PRICKFACE. So much for FRIENDS. So much for BEING A GOOD PERSON WHO HATES SLAVERY.
Bryce is pretty much as bad as every other slave owner at this point. Like. What, were you keeping Lehaba in RESERVE? Were you waiting for the RIGHT MOMENT? Did you just want to do it in front if other people so they could see how (supposedly) SELFLESS you are?
Bryce is dead to me. “Oh but I’m freeing you” why didn’t you do it in the first place you ASSHOLE, the SECOND you managed to buy her, what was your ducking excuse for waiting? Was there too much paperwork? Would it take time from your pity party to fill it out?
No I will die mad about this. Shortly after Bryce says she wanted to throw a party for Lehaba and announce it there, but this only goes to show the cluelessness of everyone involved in this book. Freedom is not a 'gift'. Freedom is a goddamm inalienable right. You don't wait to throw a goddamn party and tell an enslaved person that they are no longer owned by someone, you tell them IMMEDIATELY that they are or that you're in paperwork hell making it happen. This isn't some inspired birthday gift to show off, Bryce and author. Bryce OWNS THIS WOMAN (by law) AND HASN'T EVEN TOLD HER.
Look I try not to speculate on the mindset of real life people I haven't actually met. I don't always succeed, but I try. This forms a pattern, though: this author's books consistently throw slavery into the worldbuilding mix as a cheap way to show that the bad guys are bad and that the good guys (who say they don't support slavery) are good.
But somehow (SOMEHOW) the good guys always either end up as slaveowners (here with Bryce, in ToG with Celaena) or married to former slave owners (Feyre and Rhys, ACoTaR) and no one seems to think anything of it. That is, as the kids say, Not A Good Look.
What if Nesta accepted Eris’s proposal in ACOSF? What would happen if Nesta and Eris fell in love despite her mating bond with Cassian? This can be an ACOSF rewrite or just an angst prompt where Nesta defies the mating bond to follow her heart even when the world tells her not to.
Day 2: Headcanons
What are some of your favorite headcanons for Nesta and Eris? What do you think they would be like as a couple? Share them!
Day 3: Similarities
Nesta and Eris are very different characters but they share so many similarities. How do you think their similarities and differences would highlight their relationship?
Day 4: Playlists
What song(s) do you associate with Neris? You can share something as small as a lyric to a whole playlist!
Day 5: Modern AU
What would it look like if they fell in love in alternate universe?
Day 6: Fanart
If writing is not for you, show your love for Neris through art!
Day 7: Free Day
This is a free day so you can post any content you want for Neris! Fanart, fics, headcanons, posts, etc. are all appreciated.
Someone on reddit told me recently that they can't relate to the abuse Rhys inflicted upon the Courts during Amarantha's reign but they can relate to the abuse Feyre endured by Nesta and that's why Nesta is worse than Rhys.
So SJM’s doing a crossover? I remember a quote that was something along the lines of “as an author, I would never write a crossover of my series’ because it’s silly. As a reader, I would definitely write it for my eyes alone.’
Do you know who said that? SJM.
Hot take but I actually enjoyed CC, and it was a lovely break from the mess that is ACoTaR. Like yes, there were still some minor plot holes (plus the blatant ignorance for current events like police brutality and fucking SLAVERY). But putting that aside, it was a fun little murder mystery with a modern element that I semi-enjoyed. But now? Now I have to deal with fucking Rhysand, the bane of my existence, being in CC.
CC actually means something to me, as I’m sure it does a lot of people who also hate ACoTaR. To know that SJM has actually put her trashy porno filled with furries into a book I’ve been waiting two years for is infuriating.
I’ve never written anything on tumblr before, so this is probably complete and utter crap, but hey ho.
She finds him sitting under the oak tree, a book in his lap. Locks of short red hair fall into his eyes, and he sweeps them back with a huffed out breath before flipping the page.
Nesta walks over to him, waits patiently for him to notice her. Eris will not, if she’s unlucky. And it appears to be the case when he simply continues to read, brows furrowed in concentration.
She doesn’t say anything, merely waits for the wind to change and for him to feel the skirts of her dress blow over the pages of his book.
It comes minutes later, and she watches as he slowly lifts his gaze to meet hers.
‘Hello, darling,’ he drawls, setting down his book and removing his circular reading glasses, ‘What brings you to my half of the house?’
‘Am I not allowed to talk to you?’ she raises an eyebrow, and his lips curve in a smug smile.
‘You’ve never expressed an interest before,’ he says, still grinning up at her. The smile is enough to make her want to reconsider, but they’re already talking so why stop now?
‘You’re quite the busy male, I’ve noticed,’ she says, dropping to sit down beside him. In doing so, their elbows brush and her stomach does that silly thing where it drops far enough to make her breath hitch.
An unlucky day, it seems, for Eris hears it and his smirk only grows.
‘I think you’ve noticed more than that, darling,’ he says, setting aside his book and leaning closer, ‘Perhaps my dashing good looks and charming wit have finally gotten to you?’
A blush stains her cheeks as he stares at her, eyes searching her face for an answer she won’t speak of.
Yes, she’s noticed that when the light hits his eyes just right she can hear her heart pounding in every part of her. Yes, when he’s walking through the forest with his hounds she’s noticed the way he treats them like they are the greatest creatures to converse with.
And yes, she might’ve also noticed the way he stares at her longer than is necessary when she talks.
‘If I had noticed such things,’ she says, moving close enough that their legs are pressed against each other, ‘What would you have to say about it?’
He seems surprised by this reaction, which makes it her turn to smirk. He tips his head, considering, before he matches her smugness.
‘I think, darling,’ he murmurs, his breath hot on her cheek as he reaches up to brush a lock of stray hair away from her face, ‘That I would tell you that I’ve noticed you too.’
He cups her cheek, and Nesta closes her eyes, her lungs cease to work as she waits for the moment. His lips hover over hers for a moment, and she arches forwards, wanting them to make contact.
‘If you want me to kiss you,’ Eris says, and she slowly opens her eyes to see him smirking, ‘You should know that I like girls who beg for it.’
The reality of what she almost did slams into her. Nesta shoves him back and stands, irritated that her dress is soiled along with her dignity.
‘If you wanted a beggar go into the city,’ she huffs, bunching her skirts in her fist, ‘You certainly won’t find one living here.’
His quiet laughter rings in her ears for the rest of the day.
Nesta is living in the inner city still. Feyre is pregnant. Sort of a timeline mix of ACOFAS and ACOSF. But this was written before acosf. Nesta and Rhys sleep together in a chapter and then there's like this awkward interaction between him, Nesta and pregnant Feyre. It's not a Rhys Nesta shipping fic, more of a Nesta is in a spiral and she does literally anything because of depression and trauma fic.
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