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vanserrasvalkyrie · 3 hours ago
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Let's talk about something fun!
Sarah said there will be Azriel singing in the future. What do you think his singing voice sounds like? And while we're at it. What about Gwyn's?
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stars-and-scripts · 5 hours ago
Eris at star fall for the first time? And he dances with nests but watches az and wishes it was him. And then they dance.
ooh yes!!! eris and az dancing
send me azris prompts
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feyre-a · 6 hours ago
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Training was fun today, rhys actually joined us
I ended up practicing with nesta while him and cass kept trying to fight the other and win
Nesta and i ended up leaving them to get breakfast
While our illyrian babies kept trying to show off their fighting skills
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acourtofvucien · 6 hours ago
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The fact that Lucien “hunting the continent and dodging armies to find Vassa” equates to him finding salvation is so beautiful 💗
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nehemikkele · 7 hours ago
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We're Back (Part 2 of We're Leaving)
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Velaris, River Palace, Morning, One Day After Nesta Returned From Illyria
Nesta and Rhysand
They were all there, in the study where Nesta had dramatically left twelve months ago. She thought to herself, what a difference this time. I don’t hate myself. I’ve got Cassian and we adore each other. We sisters are together. But there is a relationship I need to fix for all our sakes.
Nesta and Cassian stood side by side, resplendent in their fighting leathers, the perfect picture of strength and health. Nobody could fail to see the power that both of them exuded in the room. Yes, his liege lord and her younger sister had more magical power (although in Nesta’s case that was up for debate), but this couple was lethal. A swift slide of her eyes to the right saw Amren and Mor looking at them with respect and perhaps a little awe. The last year had seen Nesta mend and create their relationships in a slow, sometimes painful but completely honest way. She didn’t see herself as part of the Inner Circle and frankly had no interest in joining. The cause on which her mind was most focused was the plight of Illyrian females, and her friendship with Emerie had brought a distinctly personal element to it.
Everyone had visited Illyria since she had moved there, except Rhysand. Nesta had also mended her relationships with her sisters. That belonged solely to them and none of them brooked the slightest interference of others providing opinions as to how they spoke amongst themselves. Which had brought them to this point.
“You’re back and I understand that you both recognise the mating bond but haven’t accepted it,” rumbled Rhys, “I can’t say that I was ecstatic when I realised it wasn’t going away, that you wouldn’t reject him…” A soft snarl emerged from Cassian and Nesta gave a squeeze on their entwined fingers. I’ve got this. “However, it does seem to mark a fresh start for us. Perhaps it’s the end of the beginning.”
Nesta looked him in the eye, “You’re right in that it’s a fresh start. Two brothers with two sisters, one couple officially mated and one not. It’s either a recipe for disaster or something strong can emerge from this.” She paused, “Could we discuss this more privately? We have rather a lot to thrash out, but it’s for us to do this, not anyone else.” Rhys gestured to the window, “Shall we take a walk outside? I’ll put up a sound barrier if you prefer?” Nesta dipped her head in agreement and they both left the room walking side by side.
Outside the sun was shining and it was warm, with a welcoming breeze coming off the Sidra. They walked to a small, iron table which had two chairs with cushions placed next to it. Both sat down and looked at each other. Nesta started, “We’ve never seen eye to eye, largely because we started with prejudiced positions. I hated and feared Faeries and I believe you despised me because of what happened to Feyre in the cottage. I appreciate you always want to protect your mate, and I have started to acknowledge the same feelings for Cassian as well.” A nod from Rhys. “And our positions never changed, in fact got even worse over time. Our actions after the Hybern War, mainly my actions in pushing everyone away, solidified this position to almost a point of no return. But neither are you blameless, you could have done more to understand, or rather I think you understood all too well and didn’t want to look into that mirror again. The dark year in Velaris allowed the Inner Circle to despise me without any prospect of redemption. Except him. If the Cauldron hadn’t been mated me with Cassian, I have no doubt that I would be dead or enslaved in another Court. And I think the savage part of you would have been happy, no matter how hurt my sisters may have been.” Another nod from Rhys, this time slower. “Despite everything, I do love Elain and Feyre even if I struggle to show it in an …..orthodox manner. In a way which is acceptable to the rest of you. I’m not lightness and love, I’m dark, fierce and utterly loyal to those that I give my love to. It’s not easy, not wanting to show how I feel, but it was the only protection and choice I had left. Something which I know you’re fully aware of by your actions to keep Velaris safe when Amarantha had you in her clutches.”
Rhys sighed, “All of us have made sacrifices for those that we hold dear. You included Nesta, I’ve always seen that, especially by your valour in the Hybern War making yourself a target for the King.” He shook his head, “The essential nature of the Fae is primordial. We love and hate to extremes, so much so that the logical part of our mind is swamped by emotions. Even as I know we couldn’t have won the War without your interventions, the pain felt by Feyre because of your actions is something I struggle with. It’s simply how we are, well those of us born fae. You were made and I can sense your desire to hold onto some part of your humanity. It’s the last piece of your identity to the world in which you were born into, and you’re not going to give it up.”
Nesta listened carefully and knew the next part would be hard for her to say. “One of the most difficult things actually does not stem from being fae. My youngest sister is now a High Lady and I am mated to one who has sworn service to her. It’s a humiliation for me, that somehow everyone feels I have to serve her. I don’t begrudge her riches and love that she has found with you. I do hate the fact that apparently I have to do as she instructs me and I can’t fend for myself outside of all this.” She waved her hand at their beautiful surroundings. “I can’t trust the fact that she can force me to do things which have been driven by your detestation of me, and quite possibly enjoyment of seeing me suffer. I can’t reconcile this situation just yet.”
His voice was subdued and eyes were lowered, “And you’re right in that my thoughts and actions towards you have been driven from a horrible place. I don’t feel proud about it, and it needs to change. So I’m sorry for not being a better brother and seeking to help you in the right way. We’re both fortunate that Cassian is the better male and never gave up on you. I’m sorry.”
She could see the genuine remorse in his eyes and words and she whispered, “I’m sorry too.” His eyes glimmered with acceptance of her words.
“I don’t know what I want to do next,” she admitted, “but I know I do need to do something beyond hugely enjoyable sex with your brother and supporting females in Illyria. It’s a start, but there is more out there. I’m a better fighter now, but the diplomatic side,” a shared chuckle between them, “is something I want to explore. Being Emissary to Humans wasn’t really a job, I didn’t want to do it and the Mortal Queens certainly had nefarious intentions which meant the whole thing was set up to fail.” A wince from Rhys. “I need to do something which gives me autonomy and serves the people. I can accept being under the auspices of the Night Court, but not in servitude to it. That’s a hard ask of you as a Ruler, but if you truly want us to create a new future this is how it needs to happen.”
Rhys considered this, “You have power and talents which no-one in the Inner Circle has. I want to give you a role that you want to do. It’s quite possible, nay highly probable, that the Night Court is too small for what you can do. But, take time and steps to reach your potential. Mother willing, you now have centuries to achieve this and with Cassian by your side. Velaris wasn’t built in a day!”
The High Lord of the Night Court sat in silence for a minute and Nesta was content to let him work out his thoughts. “I don’t have anything to give you like that. Yet. And you’re right, it’s an anathema for me to consider this type of role. In essence you would be representing the Night Court but doing what you felt was best in achieving a particular goal. I will need to think on this later and discuss with Feyre if we can proceed on this basis. For now though, I suggest you continue with your current enjoyable lifestyle,” a smirk from Nesta, “and sterling work in Illyria. You can also think of what you might want to do.” He sat back and gave her an appraising look, “I can’t pretend to like you in a day, but I am grateful we’ve had a chance to talk and start figuring out where we go from here. It would do no good to Feyre and Cassian if you and I are shredding each other all the time or just simply not speaking to each other. I think we love them both too much for that.”
“A truce then?” she offered.
“No, that will never do.” came back the answer. Her face stilled and stomach churned. After all we’ve just said we go back to where we were before?
“A peace. A new start. We’ll work this out together. You and I” he smiled back to her.
A thought occurred to him. “Cassian says you’ve become a great fighter, have learnt to harness your passion rather than your anger. My mother was almost clipped until the Cauldron saw fit to mate her with my father. This cause is one I’ve championed for centuries, but you...you are making a difference in Illyria. You have my thanks for that as well.”
He gestured in the vague direction of the House of Wind. “You’re aware that the Library gives home and refuge to some….fractured souls?”
Nesta shuddered at the memory of her experience with Hybern’s Ravens and Bryaxis. “Yes, I remember”, she replied cautiously not knowing where this was going.
“Given your ongoing championing of females, I thought that you might like to split your time between Illyria and the House of Wind. A particular priestess named Gwyneth Berdara has raised some persistent requests to have an instructor they can trust to show them self defence techniques and possibly something more.” He left the obvious question unsaid, the genuine choice that she could make.
Her lightning fast brain considered the technical feasibility and logistics of such a proposal. Constant movement between Windhaven and Velaris, but a cause close to her heart. Being closer to Elain and Feyre and enjoying the finer things that this city had to offer were a definite positive as well. But, she was no instructor, that would have to come from Cassian, as Nesta couldn’t envisage another who she felt could help struggling females without arousing fear and panic in them.
“I agree,” she started slowly, “but Cassian would have to as well as I’m not at a level to instruct. It would feel good to help here and in Illyria, that’s the honest truth.”
Rhys looked over at her, “We have an accord and I’ll let you handle Cassian’s acquiescence to your request.”
“My request……?” she trailed off.
“You wanted an assignment with autonomy? You have it. Pick your team and methods to help the priestesses and let me know the progress.” He grinned at her disarmingly.
Nesta returned these words with a genuine smile of her own. They embraced quickly and walked back towards the River House, straight into a welcome roar of approval by everyone else.
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vucienstan · 7 hours ago
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Lucien Vanserra
Son of the Autumn and Day Court • Heir to the Day Court • The Clever Fox • Emissary • Lord • Fire Wielder • Spell-Cleaver
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daisybrekker · 8 hours ago
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Feyre Foreshadowing Elriel
ACOMAF:
And I think Elain - Elain would like it, too. Though she'd probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.
I smiled at the thought - at how handsome they would be together. If the warrior ever stopped quietly loving Mor.
2-3 Years Later in ACOSF:
"It doesn’t matter what I want." Distant words—ones that prevented Cassian from prying further. He was still happy to be Mor’s buffer with Azriel, but there’d been a change lately. In both of them. Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel… those longing glances toward her had become few and far between. As if he’d given up. After five hundred years, he’d somehow given up. Cassian couldn’t think why.
In other words, Feyre literally saying how Elriel would be beautiful ONLY if Azriel stopped loving Mor, and what does he do in ACOSF? Stops loving Mor...😏
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dreaminginvelaris · 9 hours ago
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i hope feyre and gwyn become friends. i think they would really like each other. i feel like gwyn would see a lot of her own sister in feyre, and i think feyre would see a lot of herself in gwyn, of how much they both have endured many hardships in their life. i really want this.
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moripetal · 10 hours ago
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Lyrics from songs on my phone that remind me of ACOTAR characters
It’s a long one! Not all the characters are here!
Tamlin   Atlas - Fanfarlo “Next spring will bring you back again, You’ll sigh and crack the whip for us, And maybe you will be the one, Who’ll draw the line in the sand for us to cross.
It’s all packed box now, All painting portraits time, And maybe when the night comes, You’ll open up the cage.”
Nesta   Boreas - The Oh Hellos “I’d be lying if I told you I’m keeping tidy anymore, Yeah I swing from believing that maybe my working will all pay off, To considering drinking with Molotov, I’m halfway out the door.
Maybe then my breath could embody, A wildfire starting. I’d sweep up the forest floor, And my body breathe life into the corners, Be a darker soil.”
Lucien   To Be Loved - Askjell feat. AURORA “You touched my skin so warm, And time is cold, And trust me I would know. In my heart, I’m the half of a whole, And it’s making me feel so alone. Waking up thinking of what it is to be loved.”
Rhysand   ‘O Sleeper - The Oh Hellos “While the weary nations weep, Awakening me from a dream, I see the moonlight steal across my sheets. My love is lying fast asleep, Chasing its beams. She stirs and then she turns her back to me.
The clouds overhead open up, For the wicked and just, All the same."
Feyre   Passerine - The Oh Hellos “My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline, From fuelling the fire of that Greco-Roman dream. Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams, It don’t bring me relief, no, It don’t bring me nothing.”
Azriel   Honor For All - Jon Licht and Daniel Licht “Love is a distant aroma at best, A withering smile that’s stuck deep in your vest, The night air it wraps it’s fingers around, Your body it shakes from the now distant sound.
Oh the sound of her voice, A sweet symphony, Played over and over until you are free.”
Morrigan   New River - The Oh Hellos “I know the winds from the south, Have the waves riled up like a hungry mouth. And your stomach goes hollow, At the thought that it could swallow you whole.
Well it’ll rain for fourty days and nights, And nothing you do can slow the rising tide. But the river takes her shape from every tempest she abides, And like her, you’ll be made new again.”
Amren   Soulless Creatures - AURORA “Come my wonders after dawn restores, Waiting for the world to turn once more, Listening to the deep magnetic sounds, Hunting for a victim lying down.
Come back to me, After peace restores, Soulless Creatures.”
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dreaminginvelaris · 14 hours ago
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i think if feyre was forced into the blood rite, rhys would damn the consequences. like he legit would say fuck it, loose his throne, his title and go against the illyrian laws to get his queen back. like i can already see it and it would be epic. and ofc they’ll get away with it bc they’re both powerful and the IC would help them escape. bc family sticks together.
gods im so in love with the love feysand has for each other.
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dreaminginvelaris · 20 hours ago
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for those of you saying that Gwyn would be mad at us for talking shit about Nesta...babes, I think Gwyn would definitely understand why we don't like Nesta.
I think Gwyn would understand why we can't forgive Nesta for abusing Feyre. Gwyn would understand it bc she was a sister too, she had a sister like Feyre, who took care of her, looked out for her, protected her when her mother died. Gwyn would understand our protectiveness of Feyre and why we can't forgive or like Feyres abuser.
Gwyn might have told Nesta it's okay and all is well when Nesta told her what she did, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't understand why there is so much hate towards Nesta. Gwyn was lucky, she never saw that side of Nesta, never will, but we did.
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wintersouldier57 · a day ago
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Hey guys remember that time Lucien rolled up his sleeves and started fishing with his bare hands? 🦊
Just reminding you.
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Friendly reminder:
Azriel shadows are protective of Elain
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Azriel shadows whisked away the box that had Elain's necklace, they acted on their own here to help them
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Azriel shadows are not needed for Azriel to read Elain
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Azriel shadows light up when Elain is happy
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ACOTAR Fandom
Can I remind everyone in the ACOTAR fandom that this is just a book series made up of fake people that have no true influence on your life. Looking through Tumblr and seeing people post all these hateful posts comments about others readers/artists/ characters/ and even Sarah herself is literally so sad to watch. People are allowed to like or dislike certain characters and relationships all they want but, people need to at least respect what others think and not judge them for it just because it doesn't fit what you want. People in this fandom have created such a hateful environment for others and have started obsessing over these characters on what looks like a very unhealthy level. While even I have certain relationships I'm leaning towards and issues with certain character's choices I know that at the end of the day it's a book series. While everyone may disagree about different things please still respect each other.
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