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A Gifset of my Lorcan and Elide fancasts for all you Elorcan trashbuckets (me included) Chapter 64 of KoA

““Say it,” she whispered, fingers stilling in his hair. Lorcan opened his eyes, finding her gaze. “I love you.””

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Gifset for my fancast of Elain Archeron, the fawn ✨

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Did another thing haha. Acotar characters! From top to bottom: Feyre, Elain, Nesta, Amren, Morrigan,Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel

My Throne of Glass characters are here! Girls and Guys !

Who’s your favorite out of these!?

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I did a thing.

From top to bottom although I’m positive you all know who they are.

Aelin,Nehemia,Lysandra,Manon,Kaltain,Ansel,Elide,Nesryn,Yrene.

My TOG guys are here! 

ACOTAR characters are here!

P.S Manon is looking at Dorian lmfao

Who’s your favorite out of these!?

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OC’s for my fic Against All Odds

Here are my OC’s of the Heirs of Prythian! You’ll recognize some of the names too as they pay homage to some fallen characters from the books. <3 

If you weren’t aware, when i’m not fancasting ACOTAR/TOG I’m writing a fic called Against All Odds :) Give it a read! It’s the first fic i’ve ever written.

It’s about the heirs of Prythians courts, mating bonds, adventures and smut haha.

*All artwork, editing,face claiming and writing is done by me so please don’t re-post! Reblog or leave a comment if you care to :) All of this is inspired by Sarah J Maas <3

Estrella- Heir to the Night Court

Andras and Hensel- Heirs to the Spring Court

Jesminda and Elyander- Heirs to Autumn and Day Court (Elucien bbs <3)

Cohl- Heir to the Winter Court

Cyrus- Heir to the Dawn Court

I’m working on heirs to the Summer court too :) anyway. Enjoy!

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Lysandra, Lady of Caraverre. Shifter.

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My Lysandra fancast because i’m tired of people whitewashing her.

Let’s take a look at SJM’s other POC characters and how they are described. One ongoing physical trait for her characters of seemingly Asian descent ( South for Nesryn, Southeast Thesan and Amren)

-Lysandra: “Large, slightly uptilted green eyes, sensuous lips, sharp cheekbones, and a pert nose combined to create a rare, staggering beauty that caused men to lose all common sense. Aelin stepped under the narrow awning and drawled, “As far as memory serves me, Lysandra, I warned you that if I ever saw you again, I’d kill you.”

-Nesryn: “Faliq,” Chaol growled, and the woman slid her midnight eyes toward him. If Nesryn’s family name didn’t give away her heritage, it was those eyes, slightly uptilted at the corners and lightly lined with kohl, that revealed at least one of her parents was from the Southern Continent.

-”I guessed who she was before she rose. Her right hand was solid gold—mechanical. The way Lucien’s was. It clicked and whirred quietly, drawing the eye of every immortal in the room as she faced her High Lord. Thesan smiled in warm welcome. But her face … I wondered if Amren had modeled her own features after a similar bloodline when she’d bound herself into her Fae body: the sharp chin, round cheeks, and stunning uptilted eyes. But where Amren’s were that unholy silver, this female’s were dark as onyx.” 

-So reaching back to Lysandra and her slightly uptilted eyes, nesryns slightly uptilted eyes, Amren and Thesans upswept eyes. They’re all ethnic canonically. Also just because Lysandras eyes are green doesn’t mean green is exclusive to white people. Freckles as well. I have an amazing fancast for her that shows what she could look like if everyone stopped whitewashing her.

My fancast links for ACOTAR and TOG are below!

ACOTAR

Feyre Archeron

Rhysand

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Lucien Vanserra

Morrigan

Azriel

Cassian

Amren

Helion Spell Cleaver

Kallias and Viviane

Vassa

Miryam

THRONE OF GLASS

Aelin

Rowan

Lysandra

Aedion

Nesryn Faliq

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Sartaq

Yrene Towers

Manon Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lorcan Salvaterre

Gavriel

Fenrys

*All photo edits are done by me

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Andras survives- an Acotar Fic/AU

Death was painless. It felt like being held in the warmest of arms, cradled in caring hands. A welcome reprieve from the centuries of war and carnage. It was life that hurt. Life was searing pain, anxieties and roiling worry, arrows in your gut .. or eye if you were me.   The moment I stepped over the border into the mortal lands, I had forfeit my life. My future. All in hopes that it could save the lives of my court. Little did I know.. gods above… little did I know.

-Her-

I couldn’t stop screaming. It was no word in particular, just a sound that came out of me with such force that I heaved and heaved until it guttered out. I had never seen a dead body before. It was a man, naked in the snow. The arrow that pierced his eye had shoved itself out through his dark curls like a beacon of death. Blood was seeping out of the place where the wound began. I swayed on my feet, vision going blurry before I steeled myself and stepped forward. I was no healer, I hadn’t been born with the gift to mend bones and soothe hurts. But I was a fighter and I knew what a moment could mean in a situation as grave as this. I knelt beside him, preparing myself for the inevitable. My hand quaked as I reached out toward his face and pushed his heavy curls away from the arrow protruding from his eye. Nothing could have prepared me for what I beheld. Blood slick against my fingers, an ash arrow buried into the handsome face of this stranger.. and as I moved his hair further, delicately pointed ears peaked out. I fainted before a gasp could escape my lips.

-Andras-

Every nerve in my body was screaming in agony. All I could do was lay in the snow, hoping I’d freeze to death soon. The ash arrow had pierced my eye and gone out through the space behind my ear. I was certain that I’d died for a few moments.. only because nothing hurt in that time. It was peaceful until the screaming began. It shattered my mind into a thousand fragments of ice. The pain swelled until I could do nothing but lay still. Every miniscule movement was a promise of daggers shoved into my skin. The screaming stopped, tapering out into wet heaves that I knew were induced by my seemingly dead carcass lying naked in the snow. Then, crunching of frost and soil as the source of those screams stepped toward me. I felt a warm hand reach out and touch my face, smooth the hair back from my ruined skin and then up to my pointed ear. I opened my good eye in time to catch a glimpse of the person that deemed me worthy of a second glance. Eyes the color of the richest soil, her deeply tanned skin illuminated by the sun itself, and hair wild and curling in a million directions. She was fierce and untamed, strength and vulnerability flowing off her in equal amounts– she was incredible. And she was fainting.

TO BE CONTINUED :}