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I couldn't help but sneak this timeless quote into chapter 7 of AtMotS

“Don’t you know, Feyre darling, death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it a while.”

@the-lonelybarricade, you'll appreciate this one, I think.

#acotar #the princess bride #AtMotS #at the mercy of the stars #it's getting there guys #little by little #feysand fic #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #ancient myths retold

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#so freaking satisfying #like how sexy of me right?

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daydreaming about writing: 🥰😍🥹❤️😊🌺✨😘

the act of actually writing: 😭😰😵‍💫😭😰😭☹️😖

#why write all these chapters when i can so easily mentally plot them #I'll TOTALLY remember everything tomorrow

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an experienced traveler versus an artist doing physical activity

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Feyre Archeron,ladies and gentlemen 🙇🏼‍♀️

#i am SPEECHLESS #HNNNNNNNG #if you hear the sound of a body hitting the floor and whimpering it’s rhys #I'VE DIED AND COME BACK TO LIFE #okay we're normal again #mostly #acotar #feyre archeron

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Putting out a feeler for numbers…how many of you would be interested in a fourth wing fic challenge?

@justallihere and I have noticed there’s still not that many fics for the size of the fandom and there are also a lot of people here who express that they’d like to write but they’re too nervous or haven’t before, so we thought a fun thing to do would be a fic challenge!

Basically we’d get it set up, you’d send in that you wanted to do it and whether you’d prefer angst or fluff, and we’d send you back a prompt for you to write a little piece—minimum 500 words, no maximum.

Please click on the poll if you’re interested :) would hate for it to just be us 😂

#what a fun idea #fourth wing #the empyrean

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A modern Feysand au where Rhys just took over his father's company and is trying to make it his own. So, he's creating new job titles, firing people who only work there because of nepotism, and in his free time, he likes buying paintings from CursebreakerArt.com to decorate and liven the building up.

Feyre is a struggling artist who is only able to afford rent because some random guy keeps ordering from her shop and she's not complaining, but he's bought so many, and who needs that many paintings?

One day, after mailing the latest orders out, Feyre decides to walk around the city and eventually notices the help wanted flyers for Velaris Co. everywhere she looks. She's curious. She's heard of this company before, and apparently, the ceo is an absolute prick, but the pay and benefits are supposed to be fantastic. So, she takes a flyer, and after a few days of no new orders, schedules an interview.

Rhys goes through the list of the days scheduled interviews. Normally, a ceo would be too busy to conduct interviews on their own, but he wants to show he's different from his father, and he wants to know every employee as a friend, not just someone who works for him. He scans through the list, and one name suddenly catches his attention. Feyre Archeron. He knows that name. He's seen that name elegantly signed on almost every painting on this floor and has seen it scribbled on a little thank you note that comes with each order. Feyre Archeron, creator of CursebreakerArt.com, is interviewing at his company that afternoon.

Feyre walks into the interview room slowly, suddenly self-conscious about her paint stained sweater and leggings. This place was really nice and really professional. She was way in over her head to even think of trying this! She should have washed the paint out from under her nails! She should have worn a pencil skirt and blouse!

Feyre's thoughts are cut short when Rhys enters the room and then suddenly stops. Then, their just staring at each other in silence. Feyre thinks Rhys is not only the handsomest man she's ever seen but that he must also be appalled by her appearance and it was definitely a mistake to come here.

Rhys, on the other hand, was 100% prepared to gush about how much he loves her work, that is, until the moment he actually saw her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had not been ready for that at all.

Feyre gets up, starting to apologize for wasting his time, saying she'll see herself out, but Rhys stops her with only two words. "You're perfect."

Feyre blushes fiercely, then Rhys clears his throat and begins talking to cover up what he just said.

"For the job. You're perfect for the job. You see, a lot of my employees have young children who spend the day in our care center or go there after school. I was hoping to hire some new employees, people who are passionate about something like art, cooking, or music to come in to spend time with the children during the day and teach them."

"I see... and you think I'm perfect for that job from just one look at me? Without even looking at my portfolio?"

"Ms. Archeron, off all the interviews I've conducted today, you have been the only one to dress appropriately for children and not an office. You're covered in paint, so you're clearly passionate, and I already have most of your portfolio hanging in my office or in the hallways."

#love this concept #feysand

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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

#fanfiction #fanart #i don't know of a writer on this planet who wouldn't love you forever

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Why haven't I seen this before?!!

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I saw this post on Twitter and I lost my mind.

#I am so normal about this #gaaaaaah #faints #elucien #our girl deserves a little treat like this

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y'all, living right next to a buc-ee's, the place really isn't all it's hyped up to be, but sometimes those fries hit just right.

#buc-ee's #starfall personal

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Ancient Myths Retold Masterlist

AN: I gave you breadcrumbs during Feysand's first night together, but here's the real Odyssey!Elucien set up. I can't promise you when the next chapter will be out, because I've run out of prewritten chapters, but I really felt like dropping something today. The fic will be finished before mid-July. That I can promise.

Anywhosville, enjoy!

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Feyre

Ten days. It took ten days for the fire and frenzy of the mating bond to mellow enough that Feyre and Rhys were willing to consider rejoining society. While she was disappointed to leave the bubble of bliss they’d created for themselves, there was no escaping reality, and Rhys could only be absent from his duties for so long before people started calling it insubordination.

“You should know, we aren’t going back to Velaris yet,” he said. 

“Where are we going first?” He grimaced. “Rhys?”

“Your parents heard you were in the Night Court and have been persistent in their desire for an audience with my father to demand your return to Summer, going as far as to bring your engagement to the public eye. I’m sure you realize that until you publicly claim me as your mate, you will be treated as your father’s property. The bond’s authenticity will be obvious upon arrival, so don’t worry about that.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I knew I’d have to face the fallout soon. I just didn’t think I’d be dealing with the whiplash of going from this little bubble of happiness to listening to my parents' manipulations.”

“Or perhaps you’re going from our little bubble of happiness to a place where you finally get to stand up and tell them where they can shove their way of thinking.” He was tender in cupping her cheek and she leaned into his touch. "You are not their puppet, remember? You are free.” He gave her a wolfish grin, slipping her mating band onto her left hand. “And once you’ve established that…”

She slowly took the envelope he extended, unfolding the scrap of paper inside to assess the loopy handwriting there.

Rhysand,

I appreciate you reaching out, as it’s been a considerable time since we’ve seen one another. Congratulations on your mating, first and foremost. You can tell your new love I’d be more than happy to host any family of Elain’s and when you’ve found yourself in a more agreeable state—

She didn’t need to read the rest to know what the offering was. “You wrote to Day.”

Kissing her knuckles, he smiled. “I made you a promise, darling. And when I promise something, I follow through.”

Throwing herself in his arms, she kissed him. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, my love.” 

She fluttered her eyes, one hand dropping to his belt. “Before we go…”

He dipped his head, his slight grin falling against her ear. “What kind of male would I be to refuse my eager little mate?”

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Rhysand

“You must realize, High Lord, our daughter has no place here. She belongs to the Prince of Spring.”

“I belong to no one.”

His mate looked positively delicious that evening, her soft curves wrapped in a backless gown  of midnight silk, a slit up the right side exposing one creamy leg. There wasn’t a single male in the room who didn’t do a double take at the sight of her—including his brother, posted in his usual position beside the High Lord’s throne, the loyal spymaster. She was nothing short of regal as she strode through the Court of Nightmares. And all his. “Mother. Father. You can go home now. Your reason for being here holds no power.”

“Darling, don’t be foolish. You don’t know what you're talking about.”

Head high, shoulders back, she assessed them with cold indifference, letting the condescension roll right off of her. Good girl. “What’s foolish is that you’ve stepped out of your territory to make demands you have no right to make.” 

“That’s enough, Feyre,” her father ordered. “Until you’re married you are my responsibility.”

“Try to marry me off to Tamlin,” Feyre dared them. “Try to force me back to Spring. Try to use me for your gain, Father, and see what happens. With a bond so fresh, my mate lacks the patience and grace I’ve shown you thus far.” Cold satisfaction filled him as he watched the pair of intruders go from irritation to shock.

“You little fool. Do you know what you’ve cost us?” 

Her mother’s hand rose up, pausing as a deadly snarl ripped through the air. His own, he realized. Once again his mate was under threat, this time with a raw bond forged and fed. The dark power under his skin yawned awake, making itself known. He’d pay for the display later, he knew, but his current priorities had nothing to do with his father’s fondness. “Strike my mate and I’ll mist you on the spot, Lady Archeron.” White as a sheet, Feyre’s parents exchanged a glance. “Step away from her.” They obeyed, eyes glued to the marble as he prowled closer. His own father merely sipped his wine, looking on with open amusement, despite the power display Rhys had just impulsively flaunted.

“You will go home. You will reach out to the Spring High Lord and tell him whatever deal you struck is void. You will tell him that your daughter is mated to the Heir of the Night Court and any attempt to go through with this pathetic arrangement will be taken as and dealt with as a threat to the court and crown.”

“Please, understand—”

“You were told to leave,” Feyre interrupted them, sweeping an arm towards the chamber’s nearest exit route. “Now leave.” The moment they winnowed, Feyre turned on his father. “If that’s all, High-Lord.”

Rhys held back a curse as his father’s eyes widened marginally, the only sign of surprise he was willing to show. “Quite a tongue on you, Feyre.”

“Pardon my abrasiveness. I am eager to see my sister.” She gave an almost sarcastic curtsy that left the court tittering. “If that is all, High Lord, I request my leave.”

Straightening on his throne, he assessed her, withholding the dismissal she desired. How many times had he pulled that same card on Rhys when he was a boy—tried to force him to inferiority? “It is very fortunate that you belong to my son. Remember that, Feyre, the next time you open your mouth in the presence of a superior.”

“Enough, Father.” Feyre didn’t argue as he shifted in front of her. “She meant no disrespect,” he placated, keeping his tone as neutral as possible.

“Playing with fire, darling.”

“Am I? Good.”

“I’m sure she didn’t. Enjoy your time in Day. Try not to do anything foolish.” Like turning a court monument to rubble, went unspoken. “You’ll be returning to the camps after this visit of yours is through.”

“Yes, Father.”

Ignoring the continuous whisperings of the court, Rhys winnowed them from Hewn City back to Velaris where they could change into something a little less formal and pack what they needed for the trip to Day. “You were brilliant. He’s an asshole and always will be. Don’t let it bother you.”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything regarding her parents or his father’s degrading remarks as they gathered their things. “The camps he mentioned. It’s the same place you were telling me about when you told me about the wing-clipping?”

“Windhaven, yes.”

“You don’t like going there.”

“They know, despite my father’s actions when my mother was meant to be clipped, he will not bother changing their ways. They also know I do not share his beliefs, but can do nothing significant before I become High Lord. The only respect they hold for me is as a Carynthian—an elite warrior. I fought in their units during the war when my father assigned me there. They obeyed my orders as their commander, but it was not a brotherhood. When my unit was captured…”

Horror flashed in her eyes and guilt squeezed tight in his chest. “It’s a time long since past.”

“Ten years is not so long to an immortal, Rhys.”

He sighed, bending to kiss her cheek. “You’re lovely for trying to help, but I don’t care to discuss it. Come. The sooner we leave, the more time you will have with your sister.” Her frown told him she knew he was manipulating the conversation, but she was also too considerate to push him to talk about something that made him uncomfortable. “All set?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

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Feyre

She surrendered to the now-familiar pull of Rhys’ magic, keeping her eyes shut until her stomach stopped spinning. The first sound to greet her was the screech of a bird, then a soft sob. “Feyre!”  As soon as she’d stepped out of Rhys’ arms she was wrapped up in her sister’s, tears soaking through the thin fabric of her dress. “You’re okay. You’re okay, aren’t you? I mean, the last thing I heard, you were set to be fed to that beast and then it was killed and you were missing. When Helion told me you were coming to visit I couldn’t believe it.”

“Here’s the proof,” she murmured softly. “I’m fine, Elain. What about you?”

Her sister was silent for a moment. Long enough that she felt justified in checking Elain for any signs of mistreatment. Beyond looking a bit tired, nothing seemed wrong with her sister. She was as stunning as ever. A healthy weight too. More than that, she seemed to fit in here. From the unrestrictive clothes to the circlet on her arm—the equivalent of a wedding band, Feyre had heard—to her very skin, flushed by the sun and complimenting the soft pink gown she wore, the panels fluttering in the breeze. She belonged here.

Still, for all her apparent comfort, Elain hesitated to speak freely. Something told Feyre that had more to do with the company she brought than anything. 

“Rhys…”

“I’m going to go tell Helion we’ve just arrived. I’ll find you again soon, Feyre.” Kissing her softly, Rhys pulled away, heading towards the entrance where Helion waited to give them the privacy her sister desired.

At last, Elain spoke again. “Raising a child alone is more difficult than I expected,” she confessed. “I miss Lucien terribly. And these suitors… He isn’t dead, Feyre. I would know if my mate was dead, wouldn’t I?”

Feyre paused, an unfamiliar pity building in her chest as she hugged her sister again. “I’d imagine so.”

If Lucien was her mate, that changed everything. But if infidelity wasn’t what kept him from home, what could be? He was smart. Cunning even. And he knew how to sail. He’d been away from Day for years and hadn’t once winnowed or sailed home to see his wife and son, a school-age boy now who would need his father’s guidance.

“If you know Lucien is alive, why does Helion not send a ship out to search the best routes to and from The Continent? Why does he allow the suitors into his home? Why are they permitted to pursue you?”

“They bear no ill will, yet. And there are some who pose offers for Day one might consider, if my mate were truly dead. As for the ships? Several have gone out over the past few years and none have returned. Either destroyed in a storm or losing their course, we can’t say.”

“No one takes to the sea without learning the constellations. They’re the truest map.”

“Perhaps not. Perhaps they have shifted.”

“The stars stay true to their seasons. Elain—”

“What else would keep my mate from me?! From raising his son?! Ten years without a father and I can still offer him nothing more than my own fragile hope, Feyre.” Her voice broke. “I told myself when I was a girl that I wouldn’t rely on a male. That I would endure an arrangement if I must. Look at what I’ve become. Desperate, unmoored, and the wolves can scent it on me. They think I will break under their promises and pressure. That I will stray.”

The last word was hardly a whisper. A taboo thought to a mated female that she now recognized on her own soul-deep level. She couldn’t imagine her sister’s agony though. If Rhys had been captured and killed during the war or lost to a storm, she would never know it beyond word of the grapevine. She would never have grieved him. But Elain was mated before the princes were called to the front lines.

This grief was one she may never know and could not do anything more than listen and attempt to sympathize.  For once, she initiated comfort rather than distancing herself from her sibling, slowly stroking her hair, rubbing her back, holding her tight as Elain had done some twenty odd years ago when Feyre was just a child frightened of a stormy sky and crashing sea.

“You have endured this long, Elain. Have faith a while longer. Carry what hope remains. If there is one thing that will bring him home it is your bond.”

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Taglist: @lulling-night-sky // @edgyellie // @shallyne // @the-lonelybarricade // @darling-archeron // @goddess-aelin // @the-lost-changeling // @faeriequeensuriel // @pandavelaris // @s-uppertime // @elentiya-whitethorn // @acotar-fanns // @jealousveronya // @acourtofwips // @reverie-tales // @gwynkyrie // @corcracrow // @thelovelymadone // @rosanna-writer // @eat0crow

#acotar #feysand #fanfiction #at the mercy of the stars #AtMotS #acotargiftexchange2023 #feyre archeron #rhysand #feysand fic #elucien #we'll get back to them in July my friends

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The ball on my Elucien Week A Warrior of the Mind art is officially rolling, y’all. This is gonna be such a treat!

#I am so freaking excited #I told corcracrow I’m a Feysand girlie at heart #but I’m more excited to write and post the Odyssey! Elucien AU than AtMotS #acotar #elucien #fanart #fanart commissions #fanfic art #elucienweek2024

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The only person that is embarassing is you defending ewriels when they'd never defend you haha

This is the last thing I'll say on this subject, so put on your listening ears and your reading eyes (historically not a strong suit in this fandom).

First of all, you don't know literally anything about me or my fandom friends, plenty of whom are Elriels that have had my back in a myriad of disagreement that would make your asshole wet. Your mindset of us vs them is so juvenile, the kind of things my twelve year old understands isn't helpful when it comes time to take accountability for the things they've done wrong.

Secondly, relationships are not and do not need to be reciprocal. If I see ya'll acting like mean ass bullies, I'm gonna say something regardless on who has my back. Someone SHOULD- this is a BOOK. You all make me feel like a crazy person sometimes the way you act like advocating for your ship is actually advocacy on par with any social justice movement. Oh NO words on a page I don't agree with- better harass REAL LIFE PEOPLE ABOUT IT. Embarrassing.

And finally, I'm glad you saw my post and recognized I was talking directly to you. I'm not embarrassed for saying the fandom and ship war is toxic because ya'll on BOTH SIDES actively KEEP IT THAT WAY. Sorry you're just now realizing that being an elucien actually doesn't absolve you from being a cruel, immature bully.

Anyway have a terrible day! You deserve it!

#god forbid someone stands on neutral ground #or calls out some fool who needs to touch grass #and so what if someone else wants to make all or none of them kiss #what then anon? #pro Elucien pro Elriel and pro us girls who want to see it all #time to find another obsession pumpkin I just hope you don’t ruin their fun too

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.