#acosf countdown

[gwynweekofficial]

Hi lovelies! A reminder that Gwyn Week is 54 days away and we’re so excited to see what all of you come up with! ❤️

Art credit: @hachandraws

#gwyn acosf #gwyn supremacy #gwynweek2023 #gwyn berdara #gwyn acotar #gwyneth berdara #gwyn appreciation week #countdown

[bookishfeylin]

hi :)) i don’t mean to bother you or anything but I just binge read acohas and like- I love it so so much.

I remember when I first came into the fandom and like, I didn’t (and still don’t) like Rhysand, and I would see people posting about how much they love him and when I or someone else would bring up how bad of a person he is they would get so mad and defensive, so I really just love that you’ve acknowledged his wrongdoings but also still hold Tamlin accountable.

(sorry if I’m rambling) but I also really enjoyed the part when Nesta rejected the bond. I’ve seen a lot of people here talk about how toxic Nessians relationship is, like how Nesta was treated and how the IC only really started treating her like a human being after she was mated to Cassian, but I still really loved it bc Nesta was done so dirty in acosf. I also loved Nesta in the most recent chapter, she just seemed so at peace at the end. but yeah I just wanted to say that I really love this fic and i really enjoy your writing style as well, it’s real satisfying to read :))

also the numbers at the end of the chapters are very very ominous and mildly (very) concerning 🤨

Hello! Oh, this definitely isn't a bother, not at all. I love long rambly asks and comments about my fics and I love talking about my fics, ESPECIALLY ACOHAS because that's my venting fic lmao.

In all seriousness though, thank you so much! This ask means so much to me.

When I began writing ACOHAS, I was very frustrated with how EVERYONE in canon acted shitty, but only Tamlin and Nesta were actually called out on it. But when I've tried to find Rhysand/Feyre/Inner Circle critical fanfics, too many of those brushed Tamlin's and/or Nesta's bad behavior under the rug as well. I wanted everyone's nonsense to be called out, and for the aforementioned characters to actually have growth, so I tried my best to convey that in ACOHAS. Rhysand+Co are called out, but Tamlin is still held accountable for his own actions and is forced to acknowledge that he is everything he thought Rhysand was. He became the monster in Feyre's story, and I would never want to ignore or downplay that as an abuse survivor myself, whilst acknowledging that Feyre and Rhysand are the monsters in other people's stories, too. That's why Sanara, for example, exists as a character.

The same is true for Nesta, albeit to a lesser degree than Tamlin, since this whole fanfic is about Tamlin atoning for his wrongs whilst Nesta isn't NEARLY on his level of bullshit and doesn't need nearly as long to work through her issues and grow as a person. A large part of that growth was getting over her persistent self-loathing in ACOSF, since she ends the book... not really loving herself? Hoping one day she'll be worthy of love? Nesta's "growth" in ACOSF can be summarized as her deciding to be nicer, her learning to fight, and her hoping one day she'll deserve love. That's a HORRIBLE takeaway from a book that claims to handle trauma and mental illness well. So she gets more growth in ACOHAS as well: she learns that she deserves love, that she deserves better than the scraps Cassian and the Inner Circle were giving her, but she also knows that she never wants to treat other people like they treated her. She never wants anyone to feel as hurt and broken as she did. Hence, her growth. So she's finally at peace in this latest chapter, for the first time in her life, because she's truly satisfied with herself as a person.

And the numbers. Yes. SOMETHING happens once the countdown finishes. Though I am legally obligated to not reveal anything about it

:)

#ask #writing #acohas #my fanfics #i hope you dont mind my rambling 😅

[elrielbliss]

do you think bloomsbury is seeing all the quotes on twitter asking for acotar 5 and is laughing or they aren’t checking? also i peeped on their insta on their acosf paperback announcement post someone commented asking for news and they said not yet🤐 which makes me wonder if that’s the first acknowledgement they’ve given then maybe in the paperbacks there will be something! sorry if i’m annoying you with my clown questions right now i’m just tryna reach. ps i luv your countdown they are so funny

lol you're all good!! and omg what post did they comment this? send me a link to the post if u can pls! i'm like kind of shocked they even responded to a comment regarding the next book lol

edit: nvm anon i found the post!! but this was from 27 weeks ago.. there's a big chance marketing teams know the timeline of when books will be announced considering they have to start planning for campaigns months in advanced - so hopefully this is a good sign that something may be coming soon!!

[whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk]

Hiya!! Santa here again! 🎅 All of your winter traditions sound so cozy. I’m trying to resist the urge to jump into festivities until it’s officially December, but I’m so impatient 😭 and you’re seeing Hamilton!! I’ve never seen it live, but it’s supposed to be incredible and I hope you have a fantastic time! Are you a big theatre person? What are some of your favorite shows (either ones you’ve seen or ones you hope to see)?

I have no snippets yet for you, but I do have a few questions, one acotar-related and two for festive fun:

If you could sit down with SJM and ask her anything about the series or the characters or what she has planned, what would you want to know??

Do you have any favorite Christmas movies you watch? I am always looking for recommendations—I like to have them on as I make cookies and decorate (or when I’m grading end of semester papers and trying to make it through to the bitter end).

And finally, what are your feelings about new year’s celebrations? Do you love them/hate them/feel indifferent about them? Is there anything special you do to mark the change? That’s all I have for now, and I promise I won’t be gone so long next time 💋 🎄

Hahaha well somebody on our street had their Christmas tree up on the 1st of November so if you feel like jumping in, I'd say go right ahead 😂 Personally I wait until the 1st of December at least, but that is because I am a Grinch hahaha.

I'm so excited to see Hamilton as I've never seen it on stage! I am definitely a theatre person. My absolute favourite is either Phantom of the Opera or Six the Musical, but I'm dying to see Les Mis at some point. We've got tickets booked for Hadestown, Wicked, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show too for next year, but I'm hoping to add & Juliet to that list, as well as the new Bonnie & Clyde musical. Oh, and Moulin Rouge! I would kill to go and see Moulin Rouge.

Also, these questions are so fun!! I would definitely ask SJM what she plans for Nesta next (and why she had to take her powers away) and what role she sees her occupying in the Night Court now. I'd also like to personally demand an explanation for the lack of Cassian saying I love you in acosf because, hello, that's a crime.

My favourite Christmas film is a toss up between The Grinch or The Nightmare Before Christmas. I also love the first two Home Alone films, they're just so good even all these years later.

Lastly, I love New Years Eve! I tend to go for a meal with family in the evening and then afterwards spend the rest of the night with my friends where we ring the new year in together. For a couple years we'd celebrate in town-- yknow, get all dressed up and go out out, but getting a taxi home is almost impossible. So now we either go to a house party, or just get together with some drinks and do our own thing. We always stay up and watch the countdown to midnight though! One thing I don't tend to do is resolutions because I can never stick to them 🙈

#secret santa

[woahpip]

Ho ho ho! I know it's been a while, but your ACOTAR Secret Santa is here to check in! The countdown has begun!

I'm hard at work on your gift, and I wanted to give you a taste of what's to come. :)

I decided to write this story in the canon universe, the day after the Solstice gift exchange in ACOSF, as a matter of fact. If you've read Azriel's bonus chapter, then you'll already have some idea of the angst that's coming your way.

But what is angst without sweetness to soften the blow? There will be fried apples and fresh baked bread, as well as pine trees and pining, as you requested. :)

If there is anything else that would make this story sweet for you, please let me know! :D

P.S. From the last answered ask, congratulations on your honeymoon! :)

um THIS SOUNDS PERFECT I AM SO EXCITED

and thank you, my honeymoon was definitely the best part of the year!!!

sending you love and fun this holiday season<3

#acotar secret santa

[coralskywhxre]

“People often made the mistake of assuming Cassian was the wilder one; the one who couldn’t be tamed. But Cassian was all hot temper—temper that could be used to forge and weld. There was an icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw.”

I need me more of this in acosf I’m on my knees begging.

#acosf #a court of silver flames #azriel #cassian #nessian #nesta #acosf countdown #sjm #acotar #sarah j maas #elriel #elain #feysand

[profoundbeliever]

To anyone that wants the azriel bonus chapter...I'm willing to share mine!!

#a court of silver flames #acosf #azriel #sarahjmaas #elriel #acosf countdown #acosf spoilers

[rhysismydaddy]

Unholy Matrimony Pt. 1 (Nessian)

Nesta’s part of the Damnation Series.

OOF this took so long sorry. I rewrote it, changed it, then deleted it entirely about 9 times. I literally started writing the version before you, from scratch, on Sunday. All parts are linked below, so I’m only tagging people on this version! To go to the next chapter, there is also a link at the bottom <3

ALSO, an important caviat: Nesta is an only child in this one! I originally wrote it for her to be adopted and not know it, but it wasn’t really relevant to the story, so... idk. Just ignore that plot hole I guess.

Parts 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 -- pls like each part I’m insecure

______________________________________________

~Cassian~

“You’re getting married.”

The glass of bourbon halfway to my mouth pauses, because despite being known for being rash and unpredictable, even I’m surprised by the sudden change in conversation.

My eyebrows raise as I look over at Rhysand, my best friend and Capo, trying to figure out if this bastard is serious. His tone says he is, but that doesn’t make sense, because before a few seconds ago, the word “marriage” was in neither of our vocabularies.

He’s been single for as long as I have, although I’m starting to suspect he’s got a bird in the city. He’s too damn happy these days, and the other day I saw him laugh at something on his phone.

Which is weird, because we both know long-term commitments don’t really do well with our lifestyle.

We were raised to not give a shit about anything except the job. We kill without remorse, live in the shadows, and whatever other shitty euphemism you want to use. Settling down in some suburban, picket-fence prison has absolutely no appeal to Made Men.

Don’t get me wrong, most of us get married at some point. But never for love.

Some men choose a bride that’s pretty and sweet. Someone who will donate to charity and help clean up their image. Governors’ daughters, women from old-money families, and social princesses make up this category.

Some men marry to advance their station in the Family. Second sons who will never inherit the business marry daughters of Underbosses to get a nice boost to their status.

And then there’s the ones who are forced to marry by their capo--ie. me-- so they choose whatever attractive woman that’s in the Family and available. Those are always the happiest.

But regardless of the reasoning, marriage in the mafia is heartless, political, and for me, unnecessary.

I know I’ll have to pick someone eventually, but there aren’t a whole lot of desirable options at the moment. Not many of the other Underbosses have daughters that are over the age of fifteen right now, and I have no interest in doing the child-bride thing.

Plus, there’s no way I’d marry someone outside of the family. At my rank, it isn’t an option.

That leaves... a widow?

The only one I know is Ianthe, and considering I highly suspect she killed her last husband and the fact that she’s crazy, there’s no way in hell I’d legally bind myself to her for life.

So he must be joking.

I take a pull from my cigar and look over at Rhys with narrowed eyes. “Uh huh. Sure. To who, exactly?”

“Volchonok.”

The Wolf Cub.

The cigar snaps in my fingers.

“You’re fucking kidding,” I say, honestly hoping that’s the case. He’s either that or insane, and I’d hate to lock someone who’s like a brother to me in a padded room.

Rhysand’s unflinching gaze doesn’t change, but his tone morphs from that of my friend to my boss. “You will marry her, Cassian.”

“She’s a fucking Russian,” I spit, not understanding. That should be reason enough for him to be joking.

In our world, being Russian is a crime similar to stabbing the Pope.

We’ve been at war over New York with them ever since they decided to try and get a stronghold on the east coast, and I’ve killed more of them than I can fucking count. Now I’m marrying one?

“Yes, she is, and so is her father, Alexei Olov.” Aka the Bratva Boss responsible for blowing up half of St. Petersburg last year when the local police refused to buy his weapons. “You will marry her, move to New York full time, and run the city with her by your side.”

“Why? Two or three more years, and we’ll have the city anyway.” Every day the Russians get weaker, and I’ve been responsible for pushing them out of my city block by block.

So there has to be a reason we’re suddenly okay with the enemy.

Rhysand sighs. “It was his idea, not mine. Orlov has agreed to sell our coke in Moscow and Seattle instead of his usual dealer and will supply us all the weapons we need for five years. There will also be no more midnight raids, bullshit arrests on bullshit charges, or missing shipments. He’s offering you a dowry, too.”

I don’t need his money, but the old fashioned term makes me laugh.

“Yeah? And how much does he think his wolf cub is worth?”

His lips twitch. “Ten million.”

“She must be a real pain in the ass, then, if he’s going to pay me that much to take her,” I chuckle.

Not that ten million dollars is anything but pocket change for the man. Orlov may be losing the fight in New York, but the bastard is richer than sin. 

Selling arms to half of the entire world will do that to a person.

“I hear she’s beautiful,” he says, trying to tempt me to not fight him.

“Then you marry her,” I shoot back, not ready to give up the argument.

“I don’t feel like it.” Fucking typical. Rhysand sighs. “You and I both know we can work this deal to our advantage, so what will make you say yes?”

He could order to me to say yes and I’d have to, but he hates enforcing that kind of authority with me.

So I think it over, make a show of lighting a new cigar. “I want Sera.”

It’s a burlesque club in New York I’ve always been a little envious of, owned by Orlov and operated by his men. I’d tried to buy it a few years back but hadn’t had enough leverage on the Russian to strongarm him into selling.

Now I do.

Rhysand--the only one who knows about my failed attempt to buy the place--nods and tells me he’ll make it happen.

“When’s all this happening, anyway?”

He looks like he might laugh. “Wedding is in a month, but she’s flying in tomorrow night.”

A quick laugh forces its way out of me. Also typical of him to give me absolutely no time to change my mind.

Well, I have a month. That’s already longer than any relationship I’ve ever had. 

Sighing, I stand and shake his hand, cementing the deal before I can even lament the loss of my bachelorhood.

~Nesta~

“Chto sluchilos?”

I slide my gaze to my father, because seriously, that’s the stupidest fucking question I’ve ever heard. 

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Everything.

“Nichego,” I lie, assuring him for what feels like the tenth time as I look out the window. The plane picks up speed and lifts off, taking me towards an uncertain future, an uncertain place.

I might have told him nothing’s wrong, but inside, I’m screaming.

Three days ago, I woke up to find a marriage contract on the pillow beside me. There was a blank space where my name had been typed and a pen waiting for me to remedy that.

I still haven’t.

I’m not signing anything until I meet this... Cassian. 

God, what an Italian name.

An image springs to mind, one of a slumped-over, hairy-chest beast with slicked back hair and a gold chain. 

I know it’s stereotypical and hopefully incorrect, but I’ve never been to Italy and Alexei strictly forbids me watching movies that portray Italians as anything except revolting. 

But looks aside, there’s one thing I don’t need to guess to know. 

My future husband will be like all the other men in my life: controlling.

Men in the world I live in take what they want, don’t ask for permission, and feel like they’re entitled to anything and everything. I’ve dealt with it my entire life, so it’s more amusing than anything at this point.

I guess I’m a bit non-traditional in that sense, considering most of the women around me have no problems taking orders from their fathers or husbands. But Alexei and I figured out pretty early in life that wasn’t going to work for me.

As he frequently likes to tell me, I started telling him to fuck off when I was five.

What did he expect? All the kids I hung out with were the opposite sex and at least five years older than me, so my vocabulary and mannerisms became pretty... colorful early on.

Regardless, I’m just not looking forward to having to deal with yet another man who thinks he can control me.

“Ty vresh',” Alexei accuses, lips twitching. You’re lying. 

“Konechno.” Of course. 

Of course I’m upset, but I understand what’s happening. I might have found out about it three days ago, but I’ve known it was coming for far longer.

As the only child of the great Alexei Orlov, Wolf of Moscow and Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, I’ve been told my entire life that I will one day be used as a pawn to gain more power.

It would--should--piss me off, but I’ve also been told I’m to one day take my father’s place and run his company.

So by gaining more power for him, I’m also doing the same for myself.

Not that I really give a shit about that kind of thing. I started officially working for Alexei years ago, and I already have enough money saved to never have to work again. 

But in the Bratva, there’s no getting out. I was put in this world by birth, and the only thing that will take me out is death. 

In case it isn’t obvious, I’m not a typical business woman. 

My father is an arms-dealer. 

A less than legal one, if you believe the heinous lies the media spreads about him.

He sells weapons to governments, private armies, and whoever the fuck else has the money to buy. 

He’s also built himself a shipping empire to haul said weapons around the globe, runs the drugs and prostitute rings in Moscow, and has enough real estate to rival most small countries.

It probably sounds like I don’t care, and that’s because I don’t. 

I like what I do in the sense that I have a mind for business. I went to business school and graduated at the top of my class, and I enjoy running the clubs and hotels I have. Trained by Alexei himself, I’m ruthless in negotiations, enough so that people started calling me the Wolf Cub by the time I was twenty. 

But despite being good at it, I’m not particularly fond of the aspect most people think of when they picture my career in the Bratva. I detest drugs, have never hired a prostitute, and don’t really enjoy selling arms to bad people. 

The alleyway meetups, the broken bones and bullet holes, and the blown up houses are all a little tiring to me.

Sure, it sounds exciting. And for a while, it was. I used to lose myself in the chaos, used to enjoy coming home with busted knuckles. But I honestly just got tired of it.

Right now, I don’t have to deal with it as much because Alexei’s still alive. But when he dies and I officially take over the family business, I’ll have to be more involved. Even if the thought makes me want to sigh.

I pull out my laptop and look over the financial report for Sera, my newest club in New York. As predicted, everything’s running smoothly. 

I turn the laptop around to show my father, grinning when he pulls out his reading glasses and leans closer. 

“Starik,” I tease. Old man. 

He flicks my forehead, then reads the report and nods. Then he turns to his phone, probably playing Angry Birds or some shit, and leaves me to work.

The plane ride goes by quickly, and by the time we’ve landed in Chicago, I’ve gotten ahead on my schedule for next week, slept, and changed into what I’ve chosen as the “meeting my future husband” dress.

It’s simple and sleek, the black material clinging to my curves without being obscene. It’s long enough to hide the holster on my thigh, not that I feel in any danger with four personal guards stationed near me at all times.

My heels click as I make my way down the plane stairs and across the tarmac to the waiting sedan, and once my luggage and belongings are unloaded, we head to the Italian Capo’s house.

We’re meeting here, finalizing the contract, and then Cassian and I are flying to New York. 

My new home.

“Try to look happy,” Alexei tells me, his heavily accented English almost ridiculous to hear. He speaks English only when he’s in the states, and considering he hasn’t come here since I graduated B school two years ago, he’s a little out of practice.

“I’m ecstatic,” I say, intentionally using a word I know he doesn’t understand.

His eyes narrow, because it isn’t the first time I’ve used this trick, but he doesn’t call me out on it. We continue to ride in ecstatic silence, eventually pulling up in front of the Capo’s... house.

It’s almost obscene to call it that, considering it’s fucking huge. Like obnoxiously huge.

I heave a sigh, step out of the car, and take in my surroundings. The neighborhood’s quiet, likely filled with friends of the Cosa Nostra too scared to make any noise. 

A butler--seriously, a butler--opens the door and welcomes us inside, and as soon as I step in, I have to repress the urge to roll my eyes.

The amount of dirty money in the air is suffocating. It drips off the vaulted ceilings, down the artwork on the walls, across the marble floors. It’s in the little details of the crystal chandeliers and the mahogany staircase. 

Ridiculous.

One look at Alexei’s disgusted face says he’s thinking the same thing.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re rich. Grossly so. Alexei could have ten houses just like this, if he wanted them.

But he doesn’t. He owns property all over the world, but most of it is commercial or apartment complexes--property that makes him money, in other words. This, however, is a massive waste of capital. 

The butler leads us further through the house and into an office where four men wait. 

One is immediately identifiable as their lawyer, his over-priced cologne making me have to resist the urge to sneeze. The humongous man in the corner is hired muscle, if the boxy shape of the guns under his jacket is any indication.

The man behind the desk is obviously in charge, so I’m guessing he’s the Capo. Rhysand or Rhyland or something weird like that. He takes me in silently, bright eyes not seeming to miss any details. 

That leaves the man leaning against the desk to be Cassian Azara.

My fiancé. 

Our eyes meet, his golden gaze beautiful and wild, and I have to remember to keep my expression bored. 

Because the stereotype, the horrible image I’d conjured up in my mind, couldn’t be further from the truth.

For one, he isn’t hunched-over. He stands tall, leaning a hip against his Capo’s desk with obvious confidence. But I see more than just self-assuredness in his eyes. He seems a little too rough around the edges, wild gaze almost like he’s daring someone to swing at him. 

If the confidence didn’t already make him attractive, his looks sure as hell get the job done.

His hairs long and dark and curly, half of it pulled up in a rouge manner that clashes with the suit he’s filling. He has a few days’ stubble, too, like standing still long enough to shave just isn’t an option. 

His shoulders are impossibly wide, narrowing down to trim hips and legs long enough to make him tower over everyone in the room. 

His knuckles are tattooed and split open, and there’s a cut above his eyebrow that tells me I was correct to assume he’s a fighter by nature. 

Usually, that would be a deterrent for me, but there’s something about the way he’s dressed in a dark suit jacket and crisp white shirt while also looking so untamed that has me cocking my head to study him some more. 

He studies me, too, beautiful eyes taking in the long blonde hair and bright blue eyes offset by pale skin. He looks at the dress like he can see everything underneath, and I have the strangest urge to blush. Jesus, he’s toxic.

He’s attractive, is what I’m getting at.

Which is not what I had planned on, considering I’d been trying to think of a plan on how to not sleep with him, but suddenly that’s all my mind can focus on.

His lips twitch like he knows what I’m thinking, and I realize we’ve just been standing here staring at each other for a bit too long.

So I turn back to Alexei and shrug like I’ve seen what my future husband has to offer and aren’t impressed in the slightest. 

I toss the marriage contract on the desk, grab the Capo’s fancy little fountain pen out of his hand, and sign my name on the blank above my name. 

Cassian watches, but I ignore him entirely until the ink has dried. Then I look up at him through my lashes and wink, turn on my heel, and leave the room.

~Cassian~

I think I’m in love.

Fuck.

She hasn’t said a single goddamn word, but the way she looked at me has me feeling itchy all over, anticipation and nerves rolling through me. I feel like I feel before I fight or something exciting happens.

Like I’m primed and ready and need it to happen now. 

Nesta Orlov, my bride to be, is nothing like I expected. 

I was fully braced for some meek little woman, similar to most of my friends’ wives, to come in and smile and say hello. 

But nope. Nesta didn’t smile; she came in like she was walking onto a battlefield. 

And she didn’t smile. She looked me over, clinical blue gaze noticing too much, and left me feeling winded. God, she’s beautiful. Just looking at her made me hot.

She also didn’t say hello. 

Just signed the contract and left, like this was nothing more to her than a boring business deal. I mean, that’s what it is, but... I don’t know, I expected more of a reaction. 

I’ve heard from some Underbosses that their wives cried or raged when they were forced to sign, but shit if that were the case with Nesta. She honest to God looked like she didn’t care.

Alexei, on the other hand, does look a little pissed about the situation, but I couldn’t care less of the old man’s opinion. He’s signed the contract, so to me, he’s irrelevant. Regardless, he and Rhys proceed to iron out some of the details about the wedding and other shit I’m not paying attention to.

Then they shake hands, and the Russian warlord turns to leave. 

He reaches the door and looks over his shoulder at me, and there’s amusement in his cold gaze as he mutters, “Udachi.” Good luck. 

As soon as he’s gone, Roman and the lawyer follow, leaving me alone with Rhys. 

He slides the contract to me, and I sign my name next to hers, making this shit official. 

“This should be interesting,” he comments, vague as usual. 

I sigh, because I have a feeling interesting isn’t going to cover it. 

_____________________________________________________

NEXT CHAPTER

Tags: @elorcan-trash @januarystears @emikadreams @sjm-things @santas-dwynwen @thebitchupstairs @sayosdreams @perseusannabeth @cursebreaker29 @a-bit-of-a-cactus @elriel4life @girl-who-reads-the-books @shinya-hiiragi @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln @ireallyshouldsleeprn @highqueenofelfhame @rowaelinismyotp @nahthanks @ghostlyrose2 @lovemollywho @tillyrubes10 @claralady @tswaney17 @rowanisahunk @superspiritfestival @thegoddessofyou @awesomelena555 @booksofthemoon @greerlunna @jlinez @studyliketate @over300books @justgiu12 @masstrash @aesthetics-11 @bamchickawowow @b00kworm @sleeping-and-books @musicmaam @hizqueen4life @maybekindasortaace

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #acosf countdown #acosf #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acosf fanfiction #a court of mist and fury

[elriell]

23 days until we find out if Nessian are mates 🙌🏻

#nessian #acotar #acosf #nesta archeron #cassian #acosf countdown #wings and embers

[positivewitch]

“ I don’t see you spouting poetry, brother. ” Azriel crossed his arms, still smiling faintly. “ I don’t need to resort to it. ”

#azriel #shadowsinger #acosf #acosf countdown #acowaf #acotar #acowar #acomaf #a court of silver flames #elain x azriel #aesthetic #my edit acotar

[shadowhunterssizzy]

ACOSF

Who is gonna take one for the team and post the azriel’s and feysand’s pov for the international readers who couldn’t preorder those editions?

#acosf theory #acosf countdown #nessian #elriel #desperate

[gwynsazriel]

just a reminder before ACOSF drops in 4 days,

people are going to see things however they want, people are going to understand things differently, people are going to think what they want. AND THATS OKAY!!

but the most important thing is to not be rude about it! let people think what they want to think, that’s the fun of it! it’s fun to speculate, it’s fun to make theories! just please be respectful of one another.

i’m posting this because i know how this fandom is, and i know how rude and mean people can be when you don’t form the same opinions as them. so please be nicer:)

#a court of silver flames #nesta archeron #nessian #acosf #acosf theory #acosf countdown #elriel #cassian #azriel

[bliuc]

I just read a quote that said you are not a bad person for the way you tried to kill your sadness and man that quote screams Nesta Archeron

#acosaf #acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf headers #acosf countdown #nesta archeron #pro nesta #nesta archeron supremacy #nessian #nesta deserves better

[elrielbliss]

God bless you for your acosf paperback countdown. Your gifs capture my feelings perfectly and I'm glad we can all progressively descend into madness together lol

oop that reminds me i gotta post the countdown today. i'm ngl i think it's looking bad for us

[drugswings]

“Cassian chuckled hoarsely, and looked to Nesta, who remained pale and quiet. What she’d seen, what I’d seen in her mind … The size of that army … “Eat or bed?” Cassian had asked Nesta, and I honestly couldn’t tell if he’d meant it as some invitation. I debated telling him he was in no shape. Nesta only said, “Bed.” And there was certainly no invitation in the exhausted reply.”

I constantly find myself wondering about how was their interaction soon after this scene... How he led her through the tents and if they talked a little. What kind of quick conversation they’d had. I even wonder if Cassian remained standing by outside her tent after she walked in.

*I cannot wait to see more scenes like this in acosf 🥺

#my otp for life #i love them so bad #otp of otps #no one else #i love them so muuuuuch #nessian #nesta and cassian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #acowar #nesta #cassian #acotar #acotar series #acosf #a court of silver flames #nesta archeron #acosf theory #acosf countdown

[geekygirlinthetardis]

I was a slave for any Nessian content from Day 1 and now we get to have a whole ass book about them... cancel 2021, i'll be reading

#nessian #sarah j maas #nesta archeron #cassian #acosf #acosf countdown #a court of silver flames