𝓖𝔀𝔂𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓪🩵✨

Okay see this?

I just want this dynamic! Those looks!!! The smirks!!!! The determination to beat the other!!!

I just know Sarah can not help but give us this. There is NO WAY she will not write tension filled fight scenes for her endgame couples and these two are primed for it

I think every gwynriel fan knows this art belongs to @artcrawwl on insta. They have some of my favorite gwynriel art and just draw them so perfectly. I hope one day we will get the “you are the new ribbon, Az” scene because I need to see that look she gives him and the way he looks after her

Ms. Gwyneth Berdara 🩵

She is so beautiful 😍

Commissioned by me

This stunning art by adduani on instagram

You may repost with permission from me the commissioner💕.

Character belongs to Sarah J Maas!

Finally got my Lucien fanart done. I love my red headed fox boy

I thought the point of ACOSF was for Nesta to heal into a version of herself that the IC approved of, but in HOFAS they still don't like her, so what, exactly, did ACOSF accomplish?

I feel like any good that came out of that book was ripped to shreds in HOFAS. Nesta still isn't healed as we see her lost and spiraling back into that pit of despair. She still isn't happy. Nessian aren't in a good place as Cassian still can't stick up for Nesta, and he still won't defend and protect her. Worse, Nesta no longer feels safe around Cassian because she either thinks he'll harm her directly or that he won't stop harm from coming to her. Nezriel aren't in a good place since Az clearly won't lift a finger to protect Nesta from execution. Nesta and Rhys still hate each other, and he still wants her dead, even though he's only alive because of her. Nesta still isn't getting along with Feyre and Elain (which isn't surprising since she's the only one owning up to anything. Elain and Feyre are shit sisters who need to own up to it rather than constantly putting the blame of their failed relationship on Nesta). Nesta still isn't getting along with the IC, she's still asserting that she's not a part of the Night Court, and it's not her home. So what did the almost-700 page book accomplish?

I do think everything is setting the stage for Nesta to find out she's Starborn and reawaken the Dusk Court, but why couldn't she have opted for the human lands or try to seek refuge in another court for her book? The only thing that wasn't ruined in HOFAS was Gwyn and Emerie, but why couldn't they have been females that she met outside of the Night Court, away from the IC? When it comes to the IC, the only thing ACOSF accomplished was all the parallels between Tamlin's treatment of Feyre and the IC's treatment of Nesta, and Lucien/Cassian's complicity. So was the point of the book to start an arc to challenge the IC?

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑

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This Gwyn solo by mftfernandez is simply stunning !!! Head to her page and give her some love ❤️

Some of my favourite Gwynriel AU fanfics for @gwynrielshappyendings favourite Friday , I couldn't pick just one so here we go in no particular order :

Denial and Devotion by @respecttheshoes

My Jolly Sailor Bold by @aldbooks

Soul meets Body by @sadiegirl2021

Song of heart by @thevalkyriesshadow

The shadowsinger by stephsreads

The princess and the knight by @sunshinebingo

The world above by @shadowsxgwynriel

I might need to make Part 2 because there are several more 😅😅😅

Hello Everyone, it's time to officially announce the dates for Gwyn Week 2025. This year Gwyn Week will be held between June 15 to 21!!!

So, let's get our Gwynergy on and get ready to celebrate our favourite warrior priestess.

We would like to thank kloartz for all the phenomenal art she made for the event announcement. We wanted someone who loves Gwyn as much as we do and Chloe truly shines ✨️

Music Edits - Thank You @sadiegirl2021 and Mr. K for giving the clip it's soul with the music and the addition of the quote with Gwyn's voice just elevated it to an entirely different place. It screams Gwynergy !!!!

Special effects - @sanzy4 thank you for adding beautiful thematic effects that enhanced the clip further. We are so thankful for your contribution.

Wishing Sarah J Maas a very happy birthday and thank you for giving us an exceptional inspiration in the form of Gwyn 🩵

IT'S TIME TO START PLANNING FOR MY FAVOURITE EVENT OF THE YEAR !!!!!

I was so excited to post these, then I woke up to the news of Unilever unlawfully removing the Ben and Jerry’s CEO in retaliation for the brands’ social activism.

I stand with Ben and Jerry’s. Unilever is trash. I hope B&J try and buy back their company, so I’m throwing this idea to them as a potential way they could raise funds, awareness, and energize existing markets:

Partner with (like-minded) authors/publishing houses to create limited edition flavors based on fictional characters or books. Call it Ben and Jerry’s Book Club. The revitalization of the book industry could be harnessed to help B&J reclaim their company! Put freezers in those new Barnes and Noble stores opening up! Think of the possibilities for merch, art prints, etc!

Ben and Jerry’s remains one of the few brands that consistently sits on the right side of history, so I fully support them in trying to escape the evil overlord that is Unilever.

(Yes, you can sub out Andarna’s lamb bits for marshmallows instead. These were drawn as a bit of silly fun, and if I’d known I’d be getting political with the post I probably would have been a bit more serious with the flavor choices)

The stairs never ended.

Nesta’s legs burned, her breath ragged, but she kept going. One step after another, down into the yawning dark of the mountainside, down into the silence where no one could hear her. No one to sneer at her failures. No one to remind her of what she was.

She counted the steps at first, but somewhere after the thousandth, the numbers blurred. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Not the pain in her knees, not the shaking in her fingers, not the raw ache in her chest that never truly went away. If she walked long enough, if she let the wind strip her down to nothing, maybe it would hollow her out completely. Maybe it would finally take everything.

She deserved it.

Her stomach twisted, bile rising in her throat as the memories surged—hands reaching for her in the Cauldron, Elain’s screams, the icy, suffocating dark of the water. And then, worse, the things that came after. The cruelty she wielded like a blade, the sharpness of her tongue, the nights lost in a haze of liquor and strangers’ hands. She had become a thing worse than the monster that had dragged her under.

Her foot slipped.

She caught herself on the rail, fingers gripping so tightly they ached. But for a breath—just one—she wondered what it would feel like to let go. To tumble down, down, down, to shatter against the stone at the bottom. Would they even care? Would they sigh and shake their heads and say, at least that problem is solved?

Nesta pressed her forehead against the cold wood of the railing, shutting her eyes. She wasn’t crying. She wouldn’t cry. But the weight in her chest pressed heavier, her pulse a slow, dull throb in her ears.

There was no end to this, no relief. Only more stairs, more darkness, and the hollow, rotting thing she had become.

She forced herself to move again, because stopping meant thinking, and thinking meant drowning.

The stone steps blurred under her feet, the same endless gray, the same ceaseless descent. Her body ached, but the pain was good. The pain reminded her that she could still feel something, even if it was only this—her muscles screaming, her lungs burning, her knees threatening to buckle with every step. If she was suffering, then maybe she was paying for it. Maybe she was atoning for the wreckage she had left behind.

But she would never suffer enough.

Not for Elain. Not for her mother, who had wasted away and left her to pick up the broken pieces of their family. Not for the village girls who had gone hungry while she sat in that cottage and did nothing. And certainly not for Feyre, for the little sister she had let walk into hell alone.

Nesta gritted her teeth, swallowed back the nausea creeping up her throat. The weight in her skull pressed heavier, heavier. Like something was inside her, clawing to get out.

You do not deserve to be here.

The thought came so suddenly, so clearly, she almost gasped. And it was true. The House of Wind, Velaris, this world—none of it was hers. She did not belong in their shining court, in their circle of love and easy laughter. They looked at her and saw something broken, something unwanted, something that did not fit.

She was the thorn in their perfect garden. A thing made of spite and ruin and cold, cold fire.

Her steps quickened, reckless now. Maybe if she ran hard enough, she could outrun it. The memories, the thoughts, the voices whispering in her skull. Maybe she could silence them if she just—

Her foot slipped again.

This time, she didn’t catch herself.

The world tilted as she tumbled forward, the breath punched from her lungs as her body slammed into the unyielding stone. Her elbow cracked against the edge of a step, pain exploding up her arm, and then she was rolling, crashing, hitting step after step after step—

By the time she stopped, everything was ringing.

Nesta lay there, sprawled across the steps, gasping, the sky above her a swirling blur of black and stars. Her body screamed in agony, but she barely felt it past the numbness creeping into her bones.

It wouldn’t have been enough to kill her. Not from this height.

But for one, fractured moment, she wished it had.

Nesta didn’t move.

She lay on the cold stone, her body curled against the sharp edges of the steps, her limbs throbbing, her chest rising and falling in jagged, uneven breaths. The stars above blurred, smeared like wet paint across the ink-dark sky. The ringing in her ears dulled, replaced by the sound of her own breathing—shallow, trembling, broken.

She should get up. She should force herself to move, to keep going, to pretend she wasn’t shaking, wasn’t unraveling here on these gods-damned stairs.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Her throat clenched as something dark and suffocating coiled inside her, winding tighter and tighter until it cracked.

A choked sound broke from her lips—small, wounded, unfamiliar.

Then another.

And then the tears came.

Hot and endless, spilling silently down her face, seeping into the cold stone beneath her cheek. She pressed her forehead against it, squeezing her eyes shut, as if she could hold it in, as if she could stop this storm from breaking her apart. But there was no stopping it. No dam strong enough to hold back the flood inside her.

She sobbed. Deep, shuddering, gasping cries that wracked her entire body, that made her curl in on herself, pressing her arms against her ribs as if she could keep herself from shattering completely.

No one was here to see. No one was here to tell her to stop, to pull her up, to say it’s going to be okay when they both knew it was a lie.

She had fought so hard not to cry. She had buried it all, let it rot inside her, let it turn to poison in her veins. But now—now, alone on these endless stairs, bruised and shaking and exhausted—there was nothing left to hold it back.

She cried until her chest ached, until her body trembled from something deeper than the cold. Until there was nothing left inside her but the hollow, aching silence that followed.

And still, she did not move.

The Valkyries enjoy Mardi Gras!

Emerie is drinking a hurricane, while Gwyn feeds her king cake. Nesta has a moon pie and is excited for all the live music!

Yes, Nesta wore her mask. They used it to get thru the crowds safely and get the best throws from the parades. Nobody got hurt and hangovers were minimal.

Priestess Gwyneth Berdara

It‘s a redraw of the 2023 piece:

I was sold from this moment forward. Sorry, it’s just how my brain is wired. She didn’t return his smile?! 100% in.

"Nesta is a villain!"

"Lucien is evil!"

"Gwyn is evil!"

Or, better yet, what if the IC are the evil villains? I mean, they did just want Nesta to kill Bryce and leave an entire world enslaved...and that's after they spent five books going on and on about their own enslavement.

Maybe I'm just too old to understand this fandom. I'm baffled how the "heroes" of the story destroy an entire court, displace innocents out of their homes, benefit the enemy, sexually assault their mate, slaughter an entire village, etc etc.

But Nesta can't help to defeat the Asteri, free Midgard, and save all worlds without being a villain.

Lucien can't occasionally visit his mate without being evil.

Gwyn can't sing without being evil.

This fandom is so backward.

Chapter thirty-four: Feyre returns from the Spring Court with a friend.

(Prologue // previous chapter // next chapter)

He’d always known it was coming.

The anger. The fury.

Cassian had known from the start that it was there, as sharp as the blade he held in his hand, as brutal as the weapons lining the walls. Always lurking, just beneath her skin. He’d been waiting for it— for the day when Nesta Archeron erupted and let the entire world feel it.

It hadn’t ever scared him.

Not even now, as the early dawn light streamed like liquid gold through the single window set high into the stone wall of the House of Wind armoury; a place little more than a collection of shelves and a coalition of weapons deposited over the centuries. No, he hadn’t ever been afraid of that unleashing, not even as a shudder racked through him at the memory of it, an aftershock hours too late. 

Was it any wonder she had broken so thoroughly, right there on that rooftop yesterday?

Any wonder she had completely and utterly… shattered?