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#a court of mist and fury

Does everyone forget that Rhysands parents were mates and we’re fucking miserable?

I have seen so much discourse talking about how the world building has mates set up to always be perfect for eachother but that’s not true in the slightest.

Mates can hate eachother. Especially the females.

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The relationship development with everyone besides Gywn, Emerie, and Cassian was so bad.

Nesta gets so little scenes with them and the scenes she does get are filled with anger and hatred

But then poof all of it’s gone have either a half a page chit chat or a good deed

Rhysand didn’t care about Nesta he was just glad to be alive, he never got to know her. See her. Never had a moment where he was truly just her brother.

We don’t get a scene where the Archeron sisters can resolve there truama and hash out their past. Talk about their feelings and open up to one another.

Amren and Nesta just a mess.

Mor never spoke a nice word to her as she still doted over cassian.

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Cassian putting in ALLthe labor and effort of pulling Nesta out of the darkness and the IC reaping those rewards irked me.

When Elain only went to see nesta went to see Nests when she thought she was.getting better. Expected to be happily greeted and just get to go back to when they were closer. While Cassian is the one taking her insults, making bargains, and trying to push through even though he himself is upset.

Elain can just cry and sulk away when Nesta gets emotional and angry. She didn’t even try to help her in this book. No on in the IC really did. They just sat back but jumped right back into her life when she got better.

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i would like to stress this.

if mor and eris have any form of romantic connection in the next book i will riot. sarah has no right to undermine those of us who have gone through assault or sexual discrimination etc, Mor is cannonically bisexual who prefers women. there are two possible love interests, Emerie and Vassa. i would love to see her find her person, just as much as i want eris to realise how much of a piece of shit he is. the fact that mor was so blatantly left out of acosf says a lot, either she was left out of major plot points on purpose or sarah hasn’t decided which route she wants to go down as she’s still looking at our reactions to ships etc etc

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This isn’t about ships

After this book I didn’t even Like Elain archeron (every scene with her she annoyed me)


Elain should still have freedom of choice. To do as she pleases. And who she pleases.

Imagine how rejecting someone and everyone around you still treating you like your their property?

I love Gywn 10x more but this is so wrong.

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Feyre, to her scrambled eggs: oh what ever shall I do with Nesta!

Rhysand, pulling out binder: ah yes I’ve been thinking about this for MONTHS now! I have a brilliant plan all figured out don’t you worry Feyre Darling!

Feyre, reading over his shoulder: This just says “House arrest” and “Make her Cassian’s problem”

Cassian: Brilliant.

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A Court of Mist and Fury

I dont know if it was intentional or not, but theres something so poetic about the fact that Rhys waited three months to call in his bargin with Feyre, bc you would think spending as much time home as she did Under The Mountain, she’d be fine enough to not be pleading for her life once again, but it was exactly three months until she couldnt take it anymore. it’s almost as if a part of her died that day too, after three more months of compeltly diffrent but just as real torture

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Cant believe I read almost 800 pages and we STILL don’t know what the mating bond feels like when you aren’t Daemanti. Like I was ANSWERS!! Do they still feel each other’s emotions? Can they talk mind to mind (I’ve always assumed no because Feysand could do that even pre accepting the bond but I’d like confirmation thx)? Is it a physical pull? Can they send each other feelings if they can’t talk? Like could Nesta see Cassian feeling down and just send him a lil love u here’s some happiness nudge? Is it normal for that whole golden thread thing to happen and it just wasn’t mentioned for Feysand??


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I would fall from Grace, Just to Touch your Face

Gwyneth Berdara stared at her reflection in the mirror. The mysterious rose necklace, that she now wore everyday underneath her clothing, shined on her slim neck in the dim candlelight.

 That same necklace, was a steady presence during the blood rite, guiding her through the trenches as she was separated from her friends.

 That same necklace, held some unexplainable, omniscient power over her.

 This power was probably propelled due to the fact that she had no idea whom had gifted her with such a treasure. The moment that Clotho had handed her the blank box, pure confusions swarmed in her chest.

“It seems that you have made great friends, or a secret lover,” Clotho wrote, shaking her head with a silent smirk. Gwyn had tried to desperately get the answers out of Clotho for the entirety of the day.

“You really wish not to share with me who this is from, dear Priestess?” Gwyn asked, hands on her hips.

 Clotho’s eyes held a shining secret, and Gwyn could barely function on anything after that. Could it have been a gift from the high lady herself ? Or perhaps one her friends? The questions continued to encompass her dreams.

 Now, what seemed like years later, Gwyn wore a gown that fully showcased the necklace for the first time. The gown was a simple design made of silk and chiffon, however, the vibrant teal colour perfectly matched with her eyes.

 Tonight, the entire city would celebrate the union between, Nesta Archeron and Cassian, the general of the Night Court. Gwyn’s heart swelled at the thought of her best friend finally mating with the general. It was only a matter of time.

 But her hands began to shake from the nerves. Being around hundreds of people was still not a comfortable option, and Gwyn hoped that she could sit through the entire ceremony.

 You can do anything. You won the blood rite. You climbed that mountain.

 Gwyn’s fingers continued  to tremble as she tied her cloak around her neck, covering most of her gown, but still allowing the necklace to be on full display. She did one more analysis of her appearance in the small mirror found on her bedroom wall. Gwyn had not been to a social gathering like this in years and was not sure if this was appropriate attire.

 So she decided to undue her braid and comb her copper coloured hair along her shoulders. Was this too much? She found herself again nervous.

 You won the blood rite, Gwyn. You can go to one simple gathering, the ever present voice murmured.  

 Gwyn held her trembling hand over her mouth and took a seat at her desk. Maybe Nesta would understand if she could not attend? Maybe she could give her congratulations in private?

 Then the the gentle chain caught her attention again in the mirror. The rose was almost winking for any form of attention.

 Stand up, Gwyn. Go enjoy your new friends, the necklace seemed to scream at her. Her fingers grazed up to the chain and she held onto the rose for a moment, closing her eyes in the process.




 Then she opened her eyes and felt a smile paint on her face. She was a strong warrior and could handle a few dances. Gwyn stood, with strong sturdy legs, and marched out of her pathetic room.

 Velaris was vibrating with excitement and activity. She continued her breathing process while making her way towards the temple. She kept her back straight, even when some men made comments about her as she passed by.

 Once she reached the temple, she blew out a long breath and took a seat on one of the pews. Nesta had asked if she would consider singing during the ceremony, and in a moment of pure excitement, Gwyn had agreed. Now, she tried to even out her breathing so that she was prepared to sing in front of strangers, half of which, were men…

 She almost stood and considered heading straight to the exit, until she saw him.

 Spymaster, Truth-teller, Shadowsinger.


 He was again dressed in full black and had his hair slicked back in order to showcase his beautiful face. He appeared to be helping with the preparations, completely oblivious to her existence.

 She would never admit it, but it was his face that she imagined in order to calm herself after  screaming from her night terrors .

 She could never admit it, but it was his voice that she heard when she sang.

 Gwyn quickly turned her neck, not wanting him to catch her staring at him.

 But it was already too late, he met her eyes across the temple, and slowly made his way to her. Then he halted in his tracks, as he took in her new appearance.

 Gwyn shivered, not from the chilly temperature, but from how he gazed at her exposed neck, at the jewelry.

 He probably thought she looked silly, dressing up like this.

“They asked you to come early as well?” his voice rasped along the temple walls. There was a twinge of curiosity and humour in his tone.

 Gwyn ran a finger through her hair, smiling widely. “Well, the entertainment is the most important part of any ceremony. We would not want the singer to go missing,” she smirked up at him.

 Azriel softly chuckled and sat on the pew behind her, so that she could easily converse with him without straining her neck.

“But, if I was to go missing, they would need someone to fill in as soon as possible..”

He turned his neck at that comment,“ And who, Ms. Berdara, do you think would be chosen for such a position if you did go missing?”

“I don’t know Azriel, maybe someone who can actually sing. Do you know anyone?” she played with him, raising her brow in the process.

“Well, they would have to be extremely talented,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“And would have to be used to such an audience,” he placed his elbows to his knees, nearing her.

“I only know one more singer in this room,” she teased.

 He stood gently, grasping on the back of the pew, leaning down towards her.

“No one will hear me sing… unless it is an extreme, life threatening, situation,” he played along, straining each of his words.

 She sat in complete silence for a moment, observing his face at such a close angle.

 The last time they had been this close, she had been bleeding in his arms.. which was right after..

 Gwyn stood abruptly, keeping her distance. “I should go prepare with the orchestra,” her voice trembled.

 The spymaster only nodded, as if he did understand the sudden new tension between them.

“Of course,” he began to turn away from her, but paused for a moment.

“And that is a beautiful necklace on you.”


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acosf spoilers down below once again!

now that i looked into things more deeply with az elain and gwyn, i’m going to try my best and not ship any of them. i think sjm could shift her attention to gwyn so we can know ab her a lot more, but i’m also hoping to know more ab elain as well! shipping elriel together will just bring me more stress, so why not just stop shipping them and see where things go?

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what if feyre was british…

*before she found out about the mating bond in acomaf*

feyre: that’s a good idea, mate.


rhysand: *starts sweating*

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“I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.” And a whole lot of nothing. He’d told the shadowsinger all he knew—of his surviving brothers, of his father. His mother … he’d kept some details, irrelevant and utterly personal, to himself. Everything else—his father’s closest allies, the most conniving courtiers and lords … He’d handed it over. Granted, it was dated by a few centuries, but in his time as emissary, from the information he’d gathered, not much had changed. They’d all acted the same Under the Mountain, anyway. And after what had happened with his brothers a few days ago … There was no tinge of guilt when he told Azriel what he knew. None of what he felt when he looked toward the south—toward both of the courts he’d called home. For a long moment, Elain’s face did not shift, but those eyes seemed to focus a bit more. “Lucien,” she said at last, and he clenched his teacup to keep from shuddering at the sound of his name on her mouth. “From my sister’s stories. Her friend.”

- A Court of Wings and Ruin ; Sarah J Maas

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