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@nestaarcheronweek | Day 01: Queen of Queens

“We heard about you down here. You are the one the sea and the wind and the earth whispered of.”

“Nesta.”

“You took from the Cauldron itself.”

“Come with me, Queen of Queens, and we shall return what was once lost.”

-  Chapter 54, A Court of Silver Flames.

Nesta has been referenced more than once as a queen in the books, and perhaps this is a portent for what the future holds for her. Maybe not exactly as queen, but as ruler of the Dusk Court.

In this art, me and Luana wanted to represent Nesta as it's High Lady, holding her two swords: Cauldron made Ataraxia and Starsword/Gwydion. And we couldn't have loved more how @gessueter brought this idea to life.

Art by: @gessueter Commissioned by: @melphss and Luana Characters belongs to: Sarah J. Maas

#your honour i love her #nesta #nesta archeron

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if he doesn't whimper what's th fucking point

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“We deserve each other. And we deserve to be happy”

#im in looooove #feysand #feysand fanart

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Pairing: Feysand  Rating: E  Tags: Smut, Angst, Necromancy & Resurrection, Ghosts & Haunting, Morally Gray Rhysand, Silver Fox Rhysand, Dark Magic, Halloween, Breeding Kink, Beast!Rhys, Biting Summary: Feyre swallowed her horror and raised her tattooed hand. “The bargain was only for the rest of my life.”

Rhysand's grip on her tightened as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tamlin and I didn’t shuffle your corpse around for a week every month, if that’s what you’re thinking. I had to do some good old-fashioned graverobbing to get you, Feyre.”

Her spine stiffened. Prick!

(Or, what would have happened if Feyre wasn’t resurrected Under the Mountain?)

Read Chapter 3 on AO3 now! Snippet below the cut.

A beast of scales and spikes and fangs loomed large and black over Feyre.

Ice crackled through her veins and tensed the limbs that had just been rendered deliciously lax. Frigid terror warred with the desire that had turned her molten beneath her mate’s tongue, and base human instinct froze her body into place—the same that had once brought her eye-to-eye with a faerie wolf.

Fight or flight.

And, Cauldron fry her, she had never been one to choose flight.

“Rhys?”

“Yes, love?” the monster above her drawled—and Feyre saw what she didn’t before.

The familiar upward sweep of the beast’s cheekbones. The slant of the dark, slitted-pupil eyes. The elegant, regal line of his strange maw.

Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out, Rhys had told her the day she spent cleaning lentils out of his hearth Under the Mountain, offering a glimpse of talons and shadowed wings while she brandished an iron poker at him. While your Tamlin prefers fur, I find wings and talons to be more entertaining.

Entertaining. Fucking hell, there was nothing entertaining about this horror in the slightest.

If she had any breath left in her lungs, she might have laughed hysterically and uncontrollably at herself. At the memory of the mortal girl who thought that a wolf, a Wyrm, and a half-transformed High Lord with only the dregs of his power were frightening. Those little spectacles had been nothing. Less than nothing.

Because now, above her? Rhys was terror given form, the primal fear at the heart of every nightmare in the flesh. He was a predator, built for rending limbs from bodies and tearing hearts from chests.

He was Winged Death.

Feyre swallowed, looking closer.

The golden brown skin she had waited centuries to touch was gone. All that remained now was a broad, massive body covered in layer after layer of rippling ebony scales. Ridged and almost featherlike, they blanketed him in impenetrable armor that stretched as far as Feyre could see. And where the scales ended, the massive, membranous wings of a demon began, jutting upward from his back—austere, violent appendages tipped in claws that glinted like daggers in the low light. The sharp, dark edges of them, of all of him, faded into the swarm of shadows that surrounded their alcove.

His shadows. The lethal camouflage of a male who bent the night to his will.

His hands curled around her waist, and she felt the razor-keen talons he had once leveled at Amarantha prick her sides. When she dared to glance downward, her eyes skimming his trim waist, she found that his even feet were transformed, replaced entirely by grotesque, clawed appendages she had no name for.

But that was of little importance once the rough, strange underside of his cock slid through her oversensitive, slick folds again. Made her suck in a sharp breath as the bond twinged and he lifted himself off of her so she could see that too.

Gods, he—

Her mouth went dry at her first glimpse of his considerable length, hanging heavy and hard over her stomach. It was the same midnight shade as the rest of him, her own wetness glistening like stars in the night along its length. But the coloring, the size, weren’t what snared her mind.

It was the ridges.

Her heartbeat accelerated to an uneven, excited patter in spite of herself.

#sooo excited for this!! #can’t wait to catch up #feysand #feysand fanfic

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Elain and Lucien x The Tortured Poets Department

And who's gonna hold you like me?

And who's gonna know you, if not me?

#the vibes are immaculate #elucien #elucien moodboard

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#i’m girls

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Rhysand is interesting

Rhysand is gorgeous

Rhysand is flawless

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Fun fact, did you know that if you replace "Rhysand" with "Velide" in this quote, it would still be 💯 true?

@velidewrites made this beautiful gift for me and I'm still reeling at how lucky I am to have such a kind friend 😭😭 She knows I'm obssessed with her version of Rhys and it's no wonder that she captures him so perfectly considering that it takes one interesting, gorgeous, flawless person to know another! Velide, thank you so much 🥺💕💕

Everyone please give her so much love for blessing us with this art atop of wealth of so many other amazing works!! If you haven't yet, definitely do yourself a favor and go gape in open-mouthed wonder at all of her masterpieces here.

#VELIDE #brb while I get lost in his pecs #rhysand #aka daddy

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Creator Highlight #3 - @reverie-tales

Welcome back to Feysand Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

Today we want to highlight @reverie-tales

If you've ever had the pleasure of interacting with reverie-tales, you know that she is the sweetest human being to possibly ever exist. And the chances rae high that you have interacted with her, because if you check the comments of almost any feysand work, the chances are high that you'll find her there with supportive comment for its creator.

Reverie-tales has made an art out of spreading kindness and positivity in this fandom and today we want to take all of the light she radiates and send it back on her for a change!

Because on top of being an exceptionally sweet person, she is also extremely talented!! Reverie-tales has blessed us with a wealth of Feysand stories that will fill your heart to bursting and make you grab some tissues. We've highlighted a few of our favorites below!

I Get to Love You - This is the story of a male who loved his mate, his High Lady, and the mother of his child, told from his perspective. A glimpse of selected events mentioned in ACOSF from Rhysand's POV. Three chapters that can be individually read as one-shots. 

Starlight -Every night Feyre, a star above the Prythian sky, wholeheartedly shines her light, looking forward to watching her Prince of Night below—that is, until unexpected trouble finds her. (A Stardust AU)

Paint Again - Set in a modern alternate universe, Feyre is struggling to paint because of her grief. That is, until she receives an unexpected email that reawakens her love of painting.

You can also find more on her masterlist!

#she’s a fandom treasure #the best of the best #feysand #feysand fanfic

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two bros, both alike in sexuality

in a hot tub, where we lay our scene

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i imagine lucien has a warm voice. i can't really explain it, but it just makes sense for his voice to be like bathing in the sun or sitting near a fireplace after a cold day.

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ngl I think I should get grabbed by the waist and kissed gently and then cuddled for several hours and talk about nerd things.

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corset top + skirt

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Modern Eris Aesthetic

Interests include: intricate puzzles, a house full of animals, crisp autumn air, bickering, hands full of rings, classical music, late-night adventures, having impeccable taste

→ You can find more modern ACOTAR aesthetics here

#eris vanserra #eris vandaddy #acotar #acotar moodboard #did i already say daddy? #modern eris vanserra #modern acotar aesthetics

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Evangeline: Just so you know, if you go to prison, Jacks...I will not wait for you. Jacks: You won't have to. I'll escape. We both know that.

#yes this exact dynamic #evajacks

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have you kissed your lich husband yet today?

#i love love love this