#and the fucking nyx one. evil

[animutate]

it took me 100 years (remembered to check online) but i finally found a black lipstick that ISNT MATTE or sheer or gloss.

#matte lipstick you are my enemy. esp matte liquid lipstick i put up with kat von d witches for too long #and the fucking nyx one. evil

[spacestationstorybook]

in case you didn't notice i added a bunch of‏‏‎ ‎bg3‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎women to the crush list (lol.) and one of them is orin‏‏‎ ‎and like the obvious joke that everyone makes is "oh i can fix her" and on the one hand yeah. and also obviously part of me is like Evil Woman Awooga!!! 👀 but also it is kind of annoying that the obvious reaction everyone has to people saying stuff like that about her is like. "errrmmm...you know she would Kill You right???? 🧐🧐" like yeah obviously she's chaotic evil and that makes her less interesting to a lot of people but she's not JUST‏‏‎ ‎bhaal's‏‏‎ ‎crazy murder puppet either! she was never supposed to be his chosen, she was rejected by nearly her whole family and desperately wants to prove herself to them, she finds artistry in her killings (as disturbing as that is it's still an interesting character element! and probably one of the only creative outlets she was allowed to express as a‏‏‎ ‎bhaalspawn!)‏‏‎ ‎she's disobeyed him in the past and was punished for it! sorry can you tell i think about this post a lot. i feel like a lot of fandom (reddit especially so maybe i just need to get off reddit) tends to reduce all of the characters to a couple base character traits and it shows especially with the characters who aren't main companions

#it's not as bad as the way people on reddit talk about‏‏‎ ‎mol‏‏‎ ‎(you people are ghoulish she's a fucking CHILD) #and i'm not saying people should start woobifying her but even chaotic evil characters are allowed to have depth #i've kind of become obsessed with a durge!orin‏‏‎ ‎au‏‏‎ ‎because of this recently. #like where‏‏‎ ‎gortash‏‏‎ ‎or og‏‏‎ ‎durge‏‏‎ ‎implant her with an amnesia tadpole to get her out of their way #and she ends up being the one struggling with‏‏‎ ‎bhaalspawn‏‏‎ ‎urges‏‏‎ ‎and trying to become her own person. #i just think it would be so interesting to see who she could become without‏‏‎ ‎bhaal's‏‏‎ ‎influence... #i'm insane about women and character analysis and character analysis of women sorry. #nyx on comms

[llumimoon]

Introducing a very important side character and the big bad villain in the EAH au!!!!

Nicky being a bunny rabbit is ABSOLUTELY a running gag in the story btw Lark is fucking fuming and beefing with what appears to be just a normal ass bnuuy and its so funny. its SO funny.

Willy does play the role of the previous Evil Queen before Scary so here he is imprisoned his Magic (Doodler) Mirror that he will totaaaallly stay trapped in. mhm. definitely will not trick someone into breaking him out. (I am lying he definitely gets out)

A small section of the Nicky Bunny Rabbit Saga btw:

Also new Wonderlandian development lead to this

(AU by @rindomness, @kaseyskat, & I!)

Image description under the cut !!

[ID: Image 1: Ever After High AU Nicky Close posed with one hand up holding a pocket watch and the other hand hesitantly raised by his waist. He is labeled with the text ‘The White Rabbit’ and there is a word bubble that says ‘can transform into a bunny!’ And an arrow pointing to a white bunny in the bottom left of the image. The bunny has a pink bow and two piercing on an ear that match the piercings on Nicky’s bunny ears on his humanoid form. His humanoid form is wearing a light blue striped tailcoat with a white shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up and a pink bow. He has large white gloves with pink toe beans on them and dirty white pants with various white belts and buckles and pink and blue knee patches and a pink sash belt with a bow on the left side. The pants are tucked into blue and pink buckled boots with white rabbit feet sticking out at the ends. He has three extra pocket watches on a belt loop and the pocket watch in his hand is open to show the time and a locket picture on the other side of Sparrow Oak dressed as Snow White.

Image 2: An ornate mirror is in the center of the image. The frame of the mirror is made up of intricate black swirls reflecting purple, blue, and red light from around it. The mirror has four eye shaped gems, the biggest one being a red eye at the top and the other gems being smaller and about the same size on the left, right, and bottom of the mirror. The gems are emitting a glow corresponding to their color. The glass of the mirror is shattered and is giving off a purple glow. Willy Stampler dressed as the Evil Queen is smirking and is trapped inside the mirror with his eyes glowing purple. The mirror is surrounded by purple particles and sparkles.

Image 3: A discord screenshot of messages in a server between ‘rin (doodler gender)’, ‘hero enthusiast (cal)’, ‘sparrow enjoyer’, and ‘hermie apologist (silver)’. Rin says ‘POTENTIALLY WEEKS!’ And ‘lark at some point going is this actually nicky. Is this actually nicky or am I legitimately just beefing with a real rabbit this wonderland kid picked up. did i fool myself’ then Cal and Nyx (who is ‘sparrow enjoyer’) both send keysmashes and Cal says ‘is this nicky or is this some random bunny who hates me specifically’ then Rin sends 'EXACTLY' and Silver sends ‘LMAO’ and Rin sends ‘did i piss off some other bunny-related person. what is this. what is happening. The exact opposite of nicky forgetting he could go rabbit mode when he first started keeping an eye on the kids for sparrow is him staying bunny mode MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH LONGER THAN IS NECESSARY OR REALLY USEFUL’

Image 4: A doodle of EAH AU Taylor ‘s head with bunny ears and an excited smile in red next to EAH AU Hermie’s head with a mischievous sharp teeth grin and cat ears in pink. The top of the image says ‘Update:’ while under the sketches Taylor is labeled ‘half white rabbit’ and Hermie is labeled ‘half cheshire cat’. /end ID]

#dndads #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies season 2 #eah dndads au #cal draws #nick close #nicholas foster #nicky freeman #willy stampler #hermie unworthy #taylor swift dndads #btw im gonna do a post w/ all the kiddad designs at some point #i feel like 80% of this AU is us bullying the fuck out of Lark. its hilarious to me #yeah this au is lovesong too which means Nicky and Sparrow are a thing. which makes the Lark and Nicky beef SO MUCH FUNNIER IMO #also btw Hermie immediately clocks that the rabbit is Nicky but plays along with it for the bit #Scary is the only one who doesn't know who he is shes more preoccupied with other thinfs #(at this point in time Normal is missing and they're trying to deal with Willy. its a lot) #and YEAHHHH the doodler does play a part in this au #idk what you expected from me the doodler guy and rin also the doodler guy #doodles is some Entity that was used to trap Willy in the mirror it is what makes the mirror magical #so when the mirror breaks . in a way doodles is also freed. but not completely #we WERE also gonna release it until we realized how op having the doodler would be so we were like okay nvm u need to do some other shit #to fully release it #when working on nicky i was using my usual nicky colors aka blue and red #and then i realized hes the WHITE rabbit #so i lightned everything up to be pastel and BOOM now hes trans colored. hes the trans bnuuy #hes kinda sillayyyy #hermie and nicky r truly the ones making this shit a comedy. otherwise it would probably be a horror #also scam is the cheshire cat. we realized kitty and her mom's dynamic fit hermie and scam VERY well and ran with it

[fairdale]

i don’t care what people say, i LOVE rhysand. he gave everything to protect his family and his court. he sacrificed himself to keep them safe. he kept feyre from totally breaking under the mountain, gifted her music as an anchor there. he only wanted to keep her safe.

he may have made mistakes, but i think he always tries to do his best for the people he cares about. he should have acted different in some occasions, yes, but this is the same man who made sure there was a library where the priestesses who had been abused felt safe (mind you, the same one he used to go to after going back to velaris), the same man who used his last bit of power to make sure his family knew what was going to happen. he did it all for them, for this people, his family, his mate.

i also feel like some people like to forget what a hard life he has had, with everything that happened to his family and the, mind you, forty nine years under the mountain.

he made sure at least a bit of kindness and life remained with velaris and i can’t tell how much pain i felt when he talked about starfall and when he explained everything to feyre.

god, he even tried to help tamlin before, tried to be there for him. there’s goodness in his heart and people who refuse to see it and paint him as an evil male are blind.

oh, and i want to say that i felt so so angry when people kept calling him amarantha’s whore. i was so angry. and there hasn’t been apologies for it. ugh, it’s just so unfair.

and i know this doesn’t really have a coherent pace, but, at last, i need to say that i adore how much he loves his brothers, cassian and azriel, and mor and amrem. and feyre.

he’s just so SO in love with feyre, he would give everything for her. he made her his high lady, he didn’t give two fucks about that tradition. he helped her learn how to read, how to fight, how to control her powers. i think that’s one of the things i love most about him: he never, ever, tried to cut her wings. he never tried to undermine her.

i know he’s gonna be a wonderful dad to nyx and i’m so happy for them both. i wish we see how this little family loves and learns and blossoms.

i love him so so much.

#acotar #rhysand #i love rhysand #pro rhysand #feysand #i also LOVE feyre #she’s my QUEEN #appreciation post for my baby

[shadowkoo]

The Taste of Sin

→ Summary: Following his sister's passing, Taehyung faced a daunting battle within himself, one where he eventually succumbed to the enveloping shadows that gripped his soul. Your task is to free him from the clutches of the black magic that now consumes him. The only problem? He doesn't want to be saved.

↠ kth x f.reader | 6.7k words | 18+ ↠ genre: angst, strangers to lovers, smut, black magic au, warlock/witch au

→ Warnings: Read at your own risk! Includes scenes of abduction/kidnapping, minor and major character death & dead bodies, murder, stabbing, knives and other weapons, blood, rituals and witchcraft (duh), slight torture / exorcism-like behavior? idk how else to describe it askldjf;skljdl, illusions to scars, burning skin, unprotected sex, explicit sex, angry sex, fingering, choking, oral (female receiving), teasing, begging, rough kissing, magical fucking? (we’re making that a thing lol), deep dicking, creampie

→ Author note: Thank you so much for reading! All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. If you would prefer to bookmark and read it later on AO3, you can find it crossposted here.

Long ago, every instance of magic served a positive purpose. According to the tale, the cosmos gave rise to two mighty entities, Kai and Nyx, after many years of stagnant magic. For magic had been around for centuries by this point, but no one truly had mastered it.

When the culling eliminated many witches and warlocks, the magical line of descendants began to diminish. Kai and Nyx would become the light that the survivors could look to for guidance and protection.

They grew in unison, fostering and educating their apprentices about the complete potential magic can provide and how to harness their talents. Nyx was beloved by the people, and Kai’s gifts were powerful enough to keep them safe from those who dared to harm them.

Over time, Kai's feelings of resentment towards Nyx and his responsibility to safeguard only grew. He yearned to be worshipped. The affection that was once mutual turned into malice, and a sinister shadow wrapped around his soul. It tickled his spine, twisting around through his veins, until he let it take over and embraced the darkness within.

That was the day Black Magic was born.

In the present day, those who are gifted with magical powers are either deemed Sacred or Sinful once they’ve matured. It’s common knowledge that all witches and warlocks are originally born Sacred. Evil isn't born. We know that to be true. It's a learned behavior, created over time. However, the path someone follows in life can change everything.

It's not a matter of what side a witch chooses, but what side chooses them. And unfortunately, it's not as simple as good versus evil, light versus dark, or right versus wrong. 

It boils down to a witch's determination to defend themselves and the length their loved ones will go to in order to resurrect the person they once knew.

But black magic doesn't discriminate. It shows no concern for your family lineage, your economic status, or your future aspirations.

It's patient. 

It bides its time until your vulnerability allows you to embrace even the slightest taste before it creeps into your soul, waiting until you make the choice to devour it completely. 

At that point, you can no longer tell where the darkness ends, and a witch begins. They are now one.

So when the Kim family unexpectedly lost their sweet boy to the Sinful, they knew it would be nearly impossible to get him back.

The only way his soul can be saved is by someone who is accustomed to the taste of black magic helping to remind him of who he truly is.

"This is a photo we took on his eighteenth birthday. That was five years ago. We didn’t know it would be the last photo we would ever take of him..." Mrs. Kim hands you the photo and sniffles, a sign that she’s attempting to keep her composure.

'Please don’t cry, please don’t cry.’ you repeat to yourself. For being upper-class witches, they sure are some of the more sensitive ones. You can tell that they truly care for their estranged son.

Deep down you know that they have all the right reasons to feel this way, but your lack of certain emotions, specifically sympathy, makes it a little difficult for you to feel compassion in moments like this.

Ever since you were rescued from the darkness you've had a hard time understanding emotions and sensitivities. You don’t like either. They make you vulnerable, and vulnerability is dangerous for someone like you.

You are an exception to the rule, neither completely Sacred or Sinful. You’re a part of the Saved; a group of witches that have been brought back from the Sinful. Of course, you can never get rid of the darkness completely. It lingers in your blood, but you’ve learned to control it.

"So do you know what happened that allowed him to let the darkness in? I know that your family is one of the stronger bloodlines, so it couldn’t have been that his powers were limited. And he's not a half-blood either?"

Mr. and Mrs. Kim share a look, debating if they should disclose the reason to you.

"You're right. He was strong up until his sister died. He abandoned his powers and lost interest. We would have to plead for him to do anything remotely related to magic, and even then he put up a fight."

'That would do it. An emotional, grieving warlock that refused to use his powers would be an easy target.'

You rest your hand on Mrs. Kim's in an attempt to console her. "You know this is going to be difficult, right? He's been gone for so long. Are you sure your son is still in there?"

"I know he is. He has to be," she urges, her eyes begging for you to help them.

"Okay..." you say softly, "Were you able to track him? Where was he last?"

"On the east side of the city. We used a spell to pinpoint his exact location, and he was spotted three days ago on camera outside of this mini-mart." Mr. Kim hands you the blurry image. 

"Well, it looks like I’ve got some work to do. I’ll keep you two updated."

Taehyung gazes at the street lamps' reflection on the wet pavement. Unaware of the earlier rain, he stares at the puddles left in the wake of the storm.

His daze breaks as he catches the familiar sound of a woman's heels approaching. He closes his eyes, envisioning the woman within the shadows of his mind.

'She'll work,' he decides, watching her walk quickly in his general direction. Astral Vision is just one of the perks of turning dark. 

He waits until she’s closer, then conceals his body before she can see him lingering in the shadows outside of the bar. The spell took less than a second to manifest, and then he grabs her. One hand over her mouth and the other pushing her towards his car.

The woman is terrified, rightfully so, and Taehyung feeds on her fear. Her pale face, wide eyes, and fast pulse excite him.

He would have preferred to keep her lucid, but she wouldn’t stop screaming. Her high-pitched shrieks still echo in his ears. Thankfully, the sleeping spell he casts knocks her out, making the car ride enjoyable for the most part. 

If only there was a spell that silenced the constant whispering in his ear…

It doesn’t take long for them to arrive at his place. This part of the city was known for being the center of the dark arts, so when the woman's body trails behind him in the air, no one questions it because everyone is used to seeing some fucked up shit. Hell, last week someone set a captured spirit loose and kept walking through the walls of the old apartment building.

As they enter the dark lair, Taehyung waves his hand around and his magic carries the woman’s body to the worship room and gently lays her down on the makeshift altar table.

At the snap of his fingers, she wakes and frantically glances around at her new surroundings. A fireplace full of black flames, candlesticks everywhere she looks, pentagons and other unrecognizable sigils painted across the walls, and a mysterious man walking toward her with a devilish smile.

"Blood is old. Blood is powerful. Blood is exactly what the darkness wants." He starts chanting, making his way around her body, circling her.

"No, please!" The woman yells as she struggles against the restraints that suddenly appear from thin air. "Please. I beg you," she cries, "I have a child. She's two. *Please!*" The woman continues to sob as he lifts the knife in the air

"Shut up. This will go by faster if you just shut the hell up."

It wouldn’t matter if she was pleading as if her life depended on it. In this case, it did, but that’s irrelevant. Nor does the look in her eyes when she realizes she was going to die tonight. 

Taehyung doesn’t care. He just wants the whispering to end, and the only way to make that happen is to do what it told him.

So he did.

You listen quietly as Taehyung completes his incantation, completely drawn in by the way he handles his power. The unlit candles that fill his room all ignite when he finishes, signaling that your cover is close to being blown now that you’re no longer hidden from plain sight.

The girl notices your figure and wails out when your eyes manage to lock. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she saw you already, you weren't sure when, or how, you were going to make your presence known. 

That's how easily the darkness can get to you. You didn’t even realize when it had you paralyzed in time. And if a witch isn't aware at all times, they have a higher chance of being taken over.

"Please save me! I see you, help me!" Her shrill voice pierces through the empty room. You duck by a bookshelf and wait to see if he spots you too. 

Taehyung pauses to glance around; he doesn’t sense anyone so he closes his eyes and continues with his plan.

When you step out of the shadows she repeats herself, begging to be let go, begging for you to help her. 

You take another step closer, moving slowly while racking your brain for how you’re going to get her out of here when suddenly the dark flames quit dancing in the fireplace. Every candle in the room turns toward you and the room becomes too quiet.

Someone taps on your shoulder. Startled, you turn your head to find no one there. And when you move to face the woman again, a tall figure stands in your way.

"Who the hell are you?" Taehyung demands, a mere few inches from your position.

If you weren’t slightly concerned about what he was going to do to you next, you probably would have laughed out loud. That blade is pointless. You both know that he can do a lot more damage with his powers now that the darkness is on his side. 

Speaking of which, his other hand twists at his side and you guess he’s trying to inflict pain on you somehow.

You know this must be true when he frowns, clearly confused as to why you aren’t on the floor in crippling agony.

"Oh, yeah. That doesn't work on me babe, clearly not human." You admit rather smugly. His demeanor tenses as you close in on him. "You should really put the knife down. You don't want to accidentally hurt her, do you?"

"That's exactly what I want to do," he hisses, using his magic to send his knife flying through the air and into her chest before you can even process what’s happening. 

The second the blade touches blood, every candle in the room is extinguished.

You somehow manage to hold in your surprised gasp, despite not being ready for that.

This job isn’t for everyone. You’ve witnessed a lot of death in your short time as Saver. If it wasn’t for the good pay and the sense of accomplishment, (not to mention the high probability of making Nyx proud) there was no way in hell you would willingly put yourself in this traumatic position.

That's what you remind yourself of anyway. Especially since it’s hard finding anything else with your label. Damn witch society and their stupid social standings for making everyone believe that a Saved witch is any less of value than a Sacred one.

It’s been a while since your last assignment, and after how badly that one had ended, you’ve been contemplating if it was a mistake to come so soon - just like your coworkers had presumed. 

You brush those thoughts aside and remember why you’re here, to save.

"Did you have to kill her? Was that really necessary?" you prod.

"Yeah, it gets them off my back," he huffs, "What do you want?" He peers at you, trying to figure you out.

One ‘perk’, for lack of a better word, of being one of the Saved is that when a Sinful reads you, they catch onto the lingering darkness and assume you're one of them. It makes it easier for them to trust you, which inherently makes your job easier.

"Need a place to crash for a week or two. I sensed you from outside. Thought it was safe here since we're the same and all that." You had rehearsed this part, knowing you would need a valid excuse to get close to him. And it was normal, the Sinful did usually group together. Everyone is stronger in numbers.

"Does this look like a boarding house to you? Get the fuck out." He turns back to the dead woman's body and catches her blood in a vessel filled with ash and other unrecognizable ingredients.

"What kind of ritual is this?" You ask, ignoring his demand and following him around the room as he throws other components into the blood pool. "Looks very...ancient?" It looks disgusting if you’re being completely honest, but you have to play along. "Need help?"

"Why aren't you leaving?" He questions. "Did I not make myself clear? Get. Out."

"What if we make a deal," you suggest, starting your plan. "I'll clean up your messes and stay out of your way and you let me stay here. I'm a newbie, if you can't tell. So far I'm really enjoying how much I don't care. I can do whatever and go wherever I want. Well actually I can't, I think I'm being hunted-" Your rambling trick works and he interrupts you, clearly irritated. and doing whatever he can to shut you up.

Taehyung rubs a hand over his face when he realizes he can't get rid of you, "Okay! Okay, I really don't give a shit. Stay here then. Whatever. Just stop talking. Fuck."

It’s rather easy getting him to cave, but in retrospect, that's not a good thing. It just proves how far gone he is. For example, who doesn't care if a random person - specifically a person who broke into their home - stays with them for an uncertain amount of time? He just doesn't care. And that's scary.

He walks towards the door, the vessel still in hand, and turns to you to say, "I'll be back later. Take care of the body."

Lovely.

3:00 AM

There’s a reason why this time of night is called the witching hour. That's when witches and warlocks are the most powerful. 

So here you are, cross-legged and floating above the floor, getting ready to do something rather invasive, but effective. You aren’t sure if there’s a specific name for what you’re doing, but you’re basically putting yourself into Taehyung’s dreaming mind to pull the memories out of their hiding spots.

When the darkness takes over, it pushes everything aside and fills your mind with disturbing thoughts instead of your own, and it does this so quickly that you forget almost everything about yourself in a matter of minutes.

It’s also tricky because you aren’t able to detect what the memories are until after having drug them out from the deepest pockets of his mind. You have a 50/50 chance of this working in your favor, and you really need it to.

Being inside someone's dream is like being underwater. You don't move as fast as you usually do, and everything's a little fuzzy to look at. Thankfully Taehyung is smart enough to have his memories boxed away, so it isn’t hard to find them. You reach for the nearest one to you, then proceed to open the lid.

The first memory that you pull is one from Taehyung's childhood. You watch his family run around the beach, laughing and splashing around in the salty ocean water.

You reach for another, and suddenly it's autumn. Older Taehyung and his younger sister are kicking the leaves around in the park. A crisp breeze carries the leaves away in the wind while they play.

The next memory leaves you chilled. Taehyung is driving through a snowstorm on his way home after picking his sister up from school. He didn't want her to drive in this weather. You watch in horror as a deer runs out in front of them. He swerves and the car spins on the icy road before rolling several times. They're knocked out for a while, and when Taehyung finally comes to he notices that she's no longer next to him, and there's a giant hole in the windshield.

You return to your body, which is covered in a cold sweat. 'What a terrible way to watch a loved one die. No wonder he let the darkness in.'

You’re ready for your next plan of attack the following morning when Taehyung finds you in the kitchen. His face twists when he notices your bowl, he’s not-so-secretly judging your choice of food.

"What? A witch has to eat." You say, defending the sugary cereal. "Plus, it was in your cabinet. You bought it."

"Didn't buy it. Also not my house, I'm just ahhh - renting it for the time being." He grins, obviously satisfied with his response.

'He's in a rather decent mood. Especially compared to yesterday. Does that mean the memories worked? There's only one way to find out...'

"So," you start, even though you know Taehyung isn’t paying attention to you, "How did you sleep?"

"I relived my sister's death last night." 'Yeah. That one's on me. My bad.' "But I also dreamed about this breakfast cafe near my favorite park that my family used to eat at every time we came to the city."

Your eyes grew in size when you realize that he remembered a memory all on his own. This is really good. Really, really good.

Taehyung wakes up feeling different, but he can’t place how. For the first time in a while, he doesn’t hear whispering, and he can’t help but wonder if you have something to do with that.

'It must be', he decides. 'You, for whatever reason, keep the whispering at bay.'

And then it clicks. You're one of them. And he doesn't know what to do about it.

You're here to fix him. But he doesn't want to change. To go back to a normal life. Well, as normal of a life as a warlock can have.

He sits up in bed and opens his palm. The smallest flame appears and he watches it dance in his gloomy room. He doesn’t want to miss this. Without black magic, Taehyung is nothing but a weak man, incapable of protecting the people he cares about.

He plays it off when he sees you in the kitchen, choosing to talk about his dreams last night, and watches your face light up when he threw in that last one.

"Do you want to visit that place today? It sounds like it's nice," You suggest before getting up to put your empty dish in the sink.

Taehyung's face drops, he’s right. You’re one of the Saved.

"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? It's too bad that place doesn't exist," he hisses before driving you backward. Your head bounces off the wall and he doesn’t hesitate to push the knife he had hidden earlier against your windpipe.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? I know what you are," he seethes. His rage deepens as his face lowered to yours. His eyes burn into yours, "You're Saved. And now you're trying to save me. Correct?"

You swallow slowly and nod. This is a serious situation. At any point, Taehyung could snap. Then who would save him?

Both of you proceed to look at each other, waiting for the other to do something stupid. He presses the knife further into your skin, fighting with himself to end your life. But he can’t, for some reason, he’s intrigued and wonders ‘What if?’

"Fuck it," he breathes, having made up his mind, and closes the gap between you. His lips move against yours in a fight for power. The forgotten knife drops to the floor and his arms move to hold you tightly between his body and the wall.

You’re in shock. This isn’t supposed to happen. Definitely not a part of your plan. You don't sleep with the people you're supposed to save; you're pretty sure there's a rule against that somewhere. But strangely enough, you aren’t complaining. He’s a good kisser.

'This really shouldn't be happening.'

No matter how wrong it may be, you let things continue. He has you shoved up against the wall, his lips covering yours. 

Taehyung’s magic massages along the sides of your body, before joining in the middle and going right for your center.

He knows exactly what you want before you do, touching the right places, and bringing goosebumps to your skin's surface with every motion.

He’s addictive - whether it’s because of the taste of sin on his skin or the taste of the black magic vibrating through his veins - you can’t get enough of it.

Practically every nerve in your body is on fire and you haven't even gotten to the fun part yet.

You moan when the pressure between your legs grows, and bite your lip in an attempt to keep them in.

"You should be running in the opposite direction right about now," he purrs before leaning to drag his tongue along your neck.

"Oh please, I'm not going anywhere. Not until I get what I want." You pant. 

"And what do you want?" he questions with a sly smirk.

"You." 'And to save you.'

He doesn’t hesitate to tear your clothes off before removing his own.

"Please," you beg, needing to be touched by him. Your insides ache for more of him.

He brings a hand up and closes it around your neck, "No talking. Got it?"

You nod again, secretly enjoying the slight pressure and the tingling feeling the lack of oxygen creates.

He lifts one of your legs and you wrap it around his waist, opening yourself up for him. His fingers sink into your heat, moving at a pace you can’t keep up with, preparing you for what’s to come next.

Another moan leaves your swollen lips as he pushes into you without hesitation. Your back arches involuntarily and you squeeze your eyes shut at the amount of intense pleasure running through your body. 

Taehyung holds firmly onto your sides and he pounds into you relentlessly. His deep thrusts have you close to seeing stars. The magic he’s using simultaneously leaves behind sensuous, shadowy caresses upon your skin as he takes you to another dimension.

“Fuck,” he growls before placing lingering wet kisses along your neck. You marvel at how he stretches your insides out in the most delicious way.

“Don't stop. Keep going,” you choke out, unable to stay silent any longer, “Please keep going, oh god!” You’re so close to the edge. A few hard thrusts later and you’re shaking as the coil deep inside you snaps, sending waves of white heat throughout your body.

You whimper when he continues to pound into you, his release not far off. Taehyung moans one last time before releasing into you, and your convulsing walls suck in his warm seed.

You shudder when he slowly pulls out of you and dropped to his knees. A small gasp slips out when his parted lips meet your center. Your fingers grasp onto his hair as his tongue dove deep into you.

Taehyung indulges himself in your sweet taste. For whatever reason, he can’t get enough of you. It isn’t until you’re pleading for him to give you a break that he releases your already sensitive nub.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, and once he has he stands back up. Both of your chests are moving at the same pace as you look into each other's eyes, almost asking, what now?

"Okay. Well, um, I'm gonna shower... I'll see you later?" Fuck, you don’t know how to talk to him after that. Are you supposed to thank him for the best sex of your entire life? Do you just quit your job and run away?

Taehyung, on the other hand, is in awe. He isn’t sure what kind of spell you have over him but he’s already craving more.

He doesn’t care enough to argue about the fact that you lied to him. Not after that. 

Plus, sex is sex. If he has to put up with your annoying habits and attempts to 'save him' for a while longer for good sex then he will. Simple as that.

With his decision made, he accompanies you into the bathroom. "I hope you're ready for round two."

Honestly, you aren’t sure how long you’ve been with Taehyung. The days tend to blend together, particularly due to your inconsistent sleeping schedule.

You still have your mission in mind, but it isn’t something you desire to finish right away. The small sliver of darkness inside of you rejoices when you push your duties aside.

The second Taehyung becomes Saved and is returned to his family, you have to say goodbye. And that's something that you aren't prepared for. You know now that your heart has gotten involved, which is a dangerous game to play.

This is exactly why they say to never mix business with pleasure. It makes such a mess of things.

Taehyung keeps you in bed for most of the day, for reasons most can assume, and your exhausted body isn’t tired of this routine just yet. Habit has it that you usually fall asleep, phone in hand. So it’s no surprise that when you awoke to it vibrating you already knew what to expect.

After rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes, you squint at the bright screen in an attempt to read what it says.

Unknown Caller

Your heart sinks, and you crawl out of bed. 'This isn't going to be good.' You hurry to make it out of the bedroom before answering.

"Hey, Taemin-"

"It shouldn't be taking you this long to track a Sinful." Your supervisor interrupts, "What the hell is going on? Are we losing you?"

"Nothing's going on, I swear. I tracked him at first but then things got complicated. I even managed to break into his place." Your excuse is half-true. "I’ll keep you updated on my progress-"

"It’s been over a month. You have 48 hours to bring him in, or we're giving the case to Dino. My advice is to get the Sinful bastard on a leash and *bring him in.*" He hangs up on you and his words echo in your mind. 48 hours. 48 hours until someone else is taking him from you.

"Who was that?" Taehyung asks with a scratchy voice when you crawl back into bed.

"Wrong number. Go back to sleep," you whisper. You wait for his breathing to even out and take the risk of projecting into his mind once again. It’s dangerous to flood him with so many memories this fast but you don’t have a choice. You pluck memory after memory out of those damn boxes, hoping that it’s enough to make him come back. You’re running out of time.

The following morning, you realize just how dangerous it can be. Taehyung is in a sour mood from the second he wakes.

"Why can't you just stay out of my mind for one night!" he hollers, climbing out of bed and trying to get away from you as fast as possible. "I know you were in there. Why do you have to remind me of her." His voice cracks and it pains you to see how much he’s hurting.

You can’t stop though. Even though he’s in pain, he’s still feeling, and he needs to feel to get better. “Because your memories are important-”

"Stay out of my fucking head!" He rages, cutting you off and disappearing before you can say anything else.

It's now been several hours since you saw him last. Maybe you were pushing him too hard and the darkness realized that it's being forced out. They call it a flare-up; it’s like the last straw. The darkness will do anything to stay in its host, even if that means harming them.

Once Taehyung returns, you try not to panic when you see the bruises all over his body. Not normal purple-blue bruises, but deep green and black ones. Serious ones. Especially for a warlock. These kinds of bruises are caused by magic. Strong magic. Typically black magic.

"Oh my god, what happened?" You rush to him the second he steps in the door. He’s shirtless, hands all bloody, and covered in those god-awful bruises.

"I don't- I don't know. Blood everywhere. The bodies. I don't know."

Your hands rest over his and you close your eyes, focusing on retracing his steps with your gifts.

You’re transported to an alley, where you watch as Taehyung attacked a mob of the Sinful. You wince when he snaps the first man’s neck and then consumes the darkness seeping out of the slumped body. He claims the additional power for himself, as he does with the rest of the people that you see left lying around.

You pull yourself back to the present and look at Taehyung. With more black magic running through his veins, heat radiates from his body and his muscles tense, hoping to be used in another battle shortly.

"Taehyung, I know it hurts to remember and feel these emotions but I really need you to keep them. Don't let the darkness take them away. Please, Taehyung. It's important." His eyes meet yours and you can see the fight he’s putting up from the inside.

"I'm trying. I really am."

Your fingers trail down his cheek, "I know. I know how hard it is, and I know how strong you are. You can do this."

"I can't." Tears stream down his face, "I'm nothing without it, I'm weak. I have to let it in again. I need it."

His entire demeanor changes after saying those words, not realizing the weight that they carry. He’s so close, and now it’s back. He’s rid of the darkness for just a few short minutes and he’s so broken. There’s no way you can save him all on your own.

"You," He says, his voice deepening to something sinister, "Don't you know when to give up? Haven't you realized he doesn't want you to save him?"

"He wants to be saved. You just won't let him go. I'll get him back, and I'll get you out for good," you spit out.

"It's been too long, he's never coming back," the voice gloats, although the darkness that spills through his lips doesn’t match his eyes. "How pathetic it is that you have feelings for this weak warlock. Don't you know that he will never be the same? He won't love you. He doesn't even know what love is. Stupid girl."

"That's a lie." You remind yourself that this isn’t Taehyung talking. This was the darkness. “He’s capable and worthy of so much love, unlike you.”

Even though you know better, there’s a small part of you that’s scared it’s true. 'What if it’s impossible for him to love? Even after he comes back?'

Taehyung can’t help it. He really tried. But it’s just too strong of a fight for him. He doesn’t have the energy.

And you don’t have time to waste. Grabbing onto his head, you stare into his eyes, "I'll get you out of there, I promise." He tries to pry your hands off but you hold on strong. "I promise, Taehyung. Please hold on just a little longer."

You hate to leave him, especially after a momentary breakthrough, but you need help. So you dial the one person you know you can depend on.

"Hey Dino, how fast can you and the others get here?"

It's been different since you've left.

Taehyung doesn't understand why he feels this way, or why he feels at all. He doesn't care, at least that's what he's telling himself to get through the past couple of days. Although he can't help but wonder why you left, and if you’ll ever come back.

It’s thoughts like these that have him so distracted, that's why he doesn’t sense them. That's why they’re able to capture him. Once again, Taehyung is nothing but a weak warlock - even with black magic on his side this time.

Whoever it is, they’re strong enough to cast a sight spell. He can’t see anything. He doesn’t know where he’s being taken.

When they finally release the spell, he's confused by his surroundings. He was almost expecting to see more Sinful wanting to suck the rest of his powers out for their own benefit this time.

To his genuine surprise, it's you.

You and a crowd. All Saved witches and warlocks. Even though he knows what's coming, he's terrified. Not many make it through this part.

"I know you're smart, so I don't need to explain to you that this is going to hurt like a bitch. But I need you to hold on. The darkness is going to want you to give up, and I swear to god Taehyung, if you let that happen I will kill you. You need to hold on."

The group circles around his body and began chanting the spell while you prepared to do the worst part. You refuse to let anyone else do this. 

It’s horrific, to say the least. No one enjoys burning protective sigils into another person's skin, especially when that person is someone you love. You know better than to look at his face when you do this, but his screams remind you of how terrible it hurts, and the scars on your arms ache having been in this exact position. The smell of melting flesh is enough to make you sick to your stomach, let alone the combination of all of these things.

Hell is nothing compared to what a witch goes through to be Saved. The rush of everything that you have done but technically didn't do, the people you murdered, the emotions and memories that come flooding in. It's a lot to be overwhelmed with. And sadly, not everyone can handle it. 

You pray to Nyx that Taehyung is capable to make it through this.

'I'm okay, keep going.'

Raising your gaze to him as his voice sounds in your mind, he reassures you that this has to be done.

'Whatever happens, keep going.'

You nod, holding back tears when he lets out another blood-curdling cry.

You don't know what happened. An eerie sensation washes over you as you try to make sense of the scene in front of you. Someone screams. Who’s screaming? You don’t recognize them to be coming from you, but it has to be. The only thing you’re able to focus on is someone dragging you away from his cold, limp body.

Dino holds onto you through your endless fighting, "He's gone. We need to move. You know we're all at risk with that kind of dark power floating around, unseen."

And that’s the last time you saw Taehyung.

Life after leaving the city is hard. 

You refuse to talk to anyone about what happened, but they all have their own assumptions. Even your supervisor wants you to take more time off but you’ve been declining. Surrounding yourself with work is the only distraction capable of taking your mind off everything else.

You’ll gladly do anything but sit at home where you actually had time to think.

The assignment you recently returned from had been really underwhelming; you brought back and returned the woman to her husband in less than a day. A new record for you. All it took was a handful of wedding photos and snap - she was back. Granted, this one was only gone for a fortnight, so it was an easy job compared to... You let that thought end abruptly, refusing to say his name.

Unlocking your front door, you take a step inside and drop your bag at your feet, your magic closing and relocking it for you. 

'Something is wrong.'

You feel it, someone else’s presence. You have no idea how or why - but someone is in the next room over. Your magic can sense theirs.

Nobody knows where you live, not even the other Saved witches. You need to have your safe haven in case anything ever happens. Your house is spellbound to keep the Sinful from entering. However, if a Sinful took in an absurd amount of darkness, it isn’t impossible for that to happen. And you’re terrified to find out who is waiting for you.

It isn’t common for them to hunt you down but in the rare event that it does happen, you have certain protocols to follow, or else things can get very dangerous. Scared to death, you keep your hands at bay and pull yourself mostly together before walking into the living room.

"Why are you crunched over walking like that?"

Letting out a yelp, you immediately turn to your left. “Taehyung?" Your hand rests on your beating heart. 'He's alive?'

"Before you ask, yes I'm alive, and yes it's actually me." It takes you a moment to register his words, which he completely understandable. He knows you must have been through a lot these last couple of weeks. Especially since everyone assumed he was dead.

"There's no way... It’s not possible. Dino checked before we left, you were dead. I don't know how you are here right now." 

'You're hallucinating. That's the only realistic answer. You're going crazy and imagining all of this. There is no way Taehyung was alive this whole time. You would have known.'

"Well, apparently he didn't do his job very well because here I am," he chuckles. This is so not the time for chuckling and happy reunions.

You know it’s cliche to do so, but you really just had to poke him in the chest to check. Magic-wise, you can tell he’s alive. You can also tell that he’s still a warlock again, blessed with the gifts of Nyx, but you can’t place any darkness within him.

"How is that possible?” you mumble to yourself, reading his soul again.  All Saved have a trace of darkness...but he has none.

"This might be a wild assumption, but can it be due to the fact that I died and came back? I don't think the darkness could withstand that."

"That seems logical." You’re still weirded out by this whole ordeal but that answer would work for now, at least until you brought him to the base tomorrow to be checked out. "So then why were you hiding in the corner?"

His lips curl up, "What can I say, I learned from the best."

"Okay, so then why are you here? In my house?"

"I needed to see you. I didn't believe it at first either when I first woke up. I thought maybe I turned into a ghost or something, that my spirit was trapped since I died dark. But people noticed me on the streets. And for the first time in years, only my own thoughts were in my head. No whispering." He rests a hand on your cheek, "You saved me."

“It was my job,” you blurted out, not knowing what to say. This is absurd, everything that had just happened made absolutely zero sense. 

He gives you a look, knowing better than to believe that was the only reasoning for why you pushed so hard to bring him back.

"And can I just say for my personal well-being that I never wanted to hurt myself more than the day when fake-me said that it was impossible for me to love you. You have no idea how hard I was fighting to come through and say the exact opposite."

Taehyung steps forward and pulls you against his body, "Because I do, I love you."

Your heart nearly bursts having heard him confess the truth. Raising your hands up to his head, you pull him down into your waiting kiss, where you pour love and light into one another.

While you’ve become accustomed to the taste of sin on his lips, you’ve got to admit, the taste of love is so much better.

©shadowkoo 2023. All rights reserved.

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[moonssalad]

Am I the only one who is disgusted by seeing how many people actually seriously excuse Rhysands fucked up actions?

I have seen so, SO many people talking about how he hid the truth about Feyres pregnancy from her and always excuse it by saying how he didnt want to stress her out 💀. Or that he was looking for a way to save them before he told her, like he shouldve told her right away. And how he told the IC about it before he even told Feyre and told them to keep their mouths shut too and even worse is that they fucking listened to him, like what the fuck?? And how always in discussions about only Rhysand keeping it from Feyre people always start talking about how Madja didnt tell her either, like dude this is a conversation about what an asshole Rhysand is and not about Madja, keep to the topic! And how people hate on Nesta for telling her, like fucking hell. Ive even seen people say that Rhysand not telling her is AS BAD as Nesta telling her to hurt her or whatever. Its just insane, I think I lose braincells every single time I see posts like those 🤯. Feyre literally says throughout the books multiple times how she hates when people choose for her or dont tell her something because they think it would be too much for her and Rhysand literally keeps one of the most important things from Feyre.

Also what the hell was that bullshit about Amren saying how Rhysand should be High King? Hes literally one of the worst options for it. Bro cant even handle 2/3 of his court 💀. And lets so many people suffer in Illyria and Hewn City even though he has had CENTURIES to change something. Honestly none of the IC even try to change something about the Hewn City, like are you seriously telling me that Mor was the only person who was good in that shithole? Whats even more insane is how Mor doesnt change anything about it when she had LIVED THERE for years and now has the power to do it! And Illyria, Cassian seems to be the only one who is actually trying to make it better even though its not really working. Why the hell cant healers heal wings but can heal someone whos guts are basically spilling out?? Hell why the hell doesnt anyone know about c-section? Just insane. What the hell does Rhysand even do for his court? Just sits on his ass and thinks only about Velaris? Because it seems like that.

And am I the only one who was mad how Rhysand chose to show off Feyre as if she was his plaything in the Hewn City. Like yeah yeah keeping up appearances or whatever but how the hell will they see Feyre seriously after that? I think Feyre was in the Hewn City two times and the second was when she was High Lady and Rhysand got her to sit on the throne after the first time he showed her off as his toy. You cannot convince me that the Hewn City residents take Feyre seriously and its all Rhysands fault.

Talking about keeping appearances, the whole 'mask' thing is so stupid. When someone doubts the IC intentions they have the fucking audacity to be mad about it as if they arent the ones who made sure eveyone thought they were all incredibly evil.

I dont even want to start talking about UTM and how fucked up it was.

People always say that he does things like these because he is 'morally grey' but to me hes just a toxic asshole. You dont write a 'morally grey' character and then excuse every fucked up thing he has done, its just not how it works.

Rhysand is literally the worst MMC ever and its insane how so many people say how wonderful he is, how he is the man of their dreams 💀, fucking worried about yall if you seriously think that.

Feyre should take Nesta, Elain and Nyx and get the fuck out of there because they all deserve so much better than this.

#anti rhysand #anti ic #anti inner circle #pro feyre #pro feyre archeron #pro nesta #pro nesta archeron #pro elain #pro elain archeron #feyre archeron #high lady feyre #high lady of the night court #nesta archeron #elain archeron #they deserve so much better #girls pack your bags #take nyx and leave #anti acotar #anti cassian #anti amren #anti morrigan #anti azriel #anti acosf

[fourteentrout]

Acotar Hot Take Time (Again)

Rhys' whole "Everything I love has a tendency to be taken away from me" thing is often lauded as one of the most sentimental, empathetic lines from the book. rhys stans seem genuinely moved by it, even now that more books in the series have come out.

and I think...it's kind of bullshit?

not that people find the sentiment in it, you can like what you like, but the actual claim itself is bullshit.

rhys lost his mother, father, and sister, and I will not deny that it was tragic and traumatizing. by extension, he lost his close friend Tamlin because of his betrayal.

but like...what else? Now that he's been living in his Court after UTM and everyone has moved on from his Evil Guy schtick, tell me, what "everything" is he talking about? He protected velaris, which seems to be the only territory in the Night Court he really cares about. Even when it was attacked, he was able to renew it with seemingly no struggle. he has his entire original inner circle. this guy has like. 5 houses. his Court is intact and thriving (at least, the part of it he cares the most about).

Yes, he was separated from his family for 49 years, but he didn't LOSE them. they were there the whole time, they were there when he got back.

but like, it would be even more obvious if we had an example of someone in the series who ACTUALLY lost everything, right? with no one to compare his experiences to, maybe it really DOES seem like everything he loves has a tendency to be taken from him.

Oh wait. there is an example. Tamlin.

Tamlin lost the exact same things at the same time as Rhys: his immediate family, and his best friend.

But where rhys' loss kind of stagnated, Tamlin's continued once the curse was placed on his Court. His sentries, his friends, sacrificed themselves to help him, to the point where he literally had to stop them from going out because he was overwhelmed with the grief of losing his friends over and over for seemingly NO REASON (as they weren't getting anywhere with the curse. To him, they were giving up their lives for a lost cause.) and unlike with seemingly every member of the Night Court, these guys weren't magically coming back to life. By the time Feyre gets to Spring, the only close remaining friend Tamlin has is Lucien.

And guess what? he lost him, too! feyre left him, and she was valid in doing so, but she TORE HIS COURT APART in the process. she literally fucked with the minds of his new sentries to get them to not trust him, and to get him to not trust them. hell, she made it so he didn't trust the one friend he had left. he fought in the war and his court fell into disrepair because all of his guards LEFT. even after they fought by his side. that's how lasting feyre's impression on the Court was.

Spring was literally abandoned.

So like...let's compare. Rhys has: Cassian, his general and brother, Azriel, his spymaster and brother, Mor, his cousin and third, Amren, his second, Feyre, his mate, wife, and High Lady, Nyx, his son, and his City of Starlight.

He doesn't have: The illyrian and darkbringer troops that died in the war (though there's not much mention of them, save for the illyrians. both nations seem to be pretty removed from Rhys' mind as it is), his mother, his father, and his sister (all of which remain unnamed??? for some reason???), and Tamlin

Tamlin has: maybe some citizens left?? we don't really know. alis?? she went back to the summer court, if I remember correctly, but I could be wrong.

Tamlin doesn't have: Feyre (who, mind you, he already lost once before when he literally watched her die), Lucien (parted ways), Rhys (parted ways), Andras (deceased), all of the unnamed sentries that died during Amarantha's reign, his literal current, living guards (parted ways), his unnamed mother, father, and brothers (all deceased), any kind of love interest (nevermind a mate) (just straight up nonexistent), hell, he even lost Ianthe (deceased). she deserved it, but to him, for the longest time she was just his childhood friend that he TRUSTED. so first he lost her to her own treachery, and then she literally died, presumably without him ever being able to properly confront the fact that she wasn't who he'd thought before she was murdered. he lost troops in the war, and then he lost the living ones to the effects of feyre's destruction of their trust. by Silver Flames, he literally has NOTHING.

I don't know. just knowing all that and re-reading Rhys' line about getting the things he loves taken from him makes me...kind of think that SJM doesn't really know the meaning of having everything taken from someone. cause to me, it really looks like Rhys has...a LOT. like yes, he's experienced loss, but when you have someone like Tamlin, whose Court as far as we know is ABANDONED, it kind of negates the argument before it can even be made.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar hot take #acotar rant #tamlin acotar #tamlin a court of thorns and roses #rhysand acotar #rhys acotar #rhys a court of thorns and roses #sjm critical #acotar critical #inner circle critical

[choicesmaychallenge24]

MAY 2024 PROMPTS

Have fun! Take liberties! Be weird!

Playlist Inspo

SPOTIFY || YOUTUBE

Deity Inspo

(extensive list of Dieties can be found here)

Zeus

Power, Oak tree, unfaithful

"Statistically, you've got better chances being struck by lightning"

Hera

Marriage, revenge, peacock

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

Poseidon

Ocean, earthquakes, horses

"stormy eyes"

Demeter

Wheat fields, middle child, poppy

"...moods that changed like the weather"

Apollo

Harp, medicine, prophesy

"...like they were the sun"

Artemis

Wilderness, moon, archery

"lets go lesbians, lets go!"

Ares

War, strength, hated

"Don't be a boar"

Athena

Wisdom, strategy, owl

"You're giving me a headache"

Hephaestus

Inventive, disability, overlooked

"...Like a volcano about to erupt"

Aphrodite

Pearls, swan, passion

"You know ___ is an aphrodisiac"

Hermes

Guide, messages, travel

"That's just an eloquent way of saying, 'fuck you.'"

Hestia

Home comforts, Eldest Daughter problems, gentle

"Sometimes a family is (insert found family here)"

Dionysus

Wine, celebration, mania

"I heard it though the grapevine..."

Nyx

Mysterious, rest, starlight

"Goodnight, My Love"

Hades

Rich, death, responsibility

"who's a good puppy?"

Quotes

"You wish to be considered righteous, but not to act with justice." (Eumenides)

"Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish." (The Bacchae)

"Isn’t it delightful to forget how old we are?" (The Bacchae)

"I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature" (Antigone)

“I have no love for a friend who loves in words alone.” (Antigone)

“Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?” (The Frogs)

Dionysus [doing everything wrong], "Like that?" (The Frogs)

“If you try to cure evil with evil, you will add more pain to your fate.” (Ajax)

“Which would you choose if you could: pleasure for yourself despite your friends, or a share in their grief?” (Ajax)

“I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.” (Electra)

"Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers” (Prometheus Bound)

“In childbirth grief begins.” (Medea)

"I'll take care of you."

"it's rotten work."

"Not to me. Not if it's you." (Euripides)

“Love, stealing with grace into the heart you wish to destroy, love, turning us blind with the bitter poison of desire, love come not my way. And when you whirl through the streets, wild steps to unchained rhythms, love, I pray you, brush not against me, love, I beg you, pass me by.” (The Love of the Nightingale)

“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.” (The Odyssey)

“Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.” (The Odyssey)

FASHION INSPO

From Dolce & Gabbana

STORY INSPO

Many of these stories have different tellings and variations, embrace whichever version you most enjoy.

Echo and Narcissus (painting) (story)

Pandora's Box (painting) (story)

Arachne (painting) (story)

Hades and Persephone (painting) (story)

The Gorgon Medusa (painting) (story)

Cygnus (painting) (story)

Theseus, Ariadne, and the Minotaur (painting) (story)

Daedalus and Icarus (painting) (story)

Eros and Psyche (sculpture) (story)

Orpheus and Euydice (painting) (story)

Myth of Sisyphus (painting) (story)

Cassandra (painting) (story)

The Fates (painting) (story)

Atlas (sculpture) (story)

[ninainthetardis]

⚠️⚠️⚠️ HoFaS spoilers ⚠️⚠️⚠️

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Be warned, this is going to be a rant.

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Ok, the HoFaS crossover was supposed to be exciting, but it ended up being another trigger topic for me thanks to the obnoxious N.esta stans who never hold her accountable for her wrong choices and always pick on the characters who stand up to her/call her out on her crap.

The thing is, I didn't even dislike her in this crossover, but I swear the moment her stans open their mouth, I go straight back to hating her. I don't even know how it is possible to be so clouded that they can't see/recognise when she's wrong or the hurt she causes/her actions may cause to other people. How they can always defend her without considering any other perspective/logic and proceed with the slander of any character that does not share her ideas or approve of her actions. Or how they demand respect for her trauma while ignoring/invalidating the one she inflicted to others.

The point in this case is: giving Bryce the mask WAS a dumb, rushed, risky choice. Stop ranting and insulting Rhys for his reaction, he was bloody RIGHT (also, Azriel was on that line too, why isn't he an asshole too?). I thought that immediately, even before reading the bonus chapter. You're even bashing Cassian for not defending her, as if she wasn't gambling with everyone's life because she somewhat liked Bryce and understood her desperate situation. Which could be admirable if it wasn't a lot hypocritical of her, considering that she barely moved a finger to help win their war against Hybern. And about that: isn't it time to wake up? It was Elain to end the King, N/esta just cut his head off once the hard part was done. And on top of that, both her and Cassian would be as good as dead without Elain's intervention. But why am I even bothering to talk about this...

And by the way, to those hating on Cassian, now here's a flash news: you do not have to defend your partner if you think they are wrong. It doesn't mean you don't love them, acting like the significat other is always right is not how support looks like. And N.esta can clearly speak for herself, maybe even too much, and with too much entitlement. You don't want to respond of your actions to Feyre and Rhys? Well, fucking leave the Night Court already! They're its rulers!!!

And Bryce's mom was the other one being totally out of line and acting entitled tbh and quite rude. I mean, you are in another world, in which your daughter made mess after mess, with people you need something from whether you like it or not, people you don't know and you talk that way? Not every bloody Fae is the Autumn King or the Avallen King! Someone really has to tell her AND Bryce, given that she passed that bias toward the entirety of the species to her. Generalisation is always wrong. And also, you know, it's a matter of good manners, and that issue was really none of her goddamn business. She could've spoken on N/esta's behalf using different tones, and it would have been a lot different.

Now, let's get back at the mask thing.

Honestly, I get that I was supposed to root for Bryce in this one, but she made it quite difficult for me when all she did in Prythian was putting that world in a danger she was very aware of. Like freeing an Asteri on Prythian soil, as if Vesperus would ever tell Bryce how to kill her own species. I get she was desperate, but it was just dumb and egoistic of her to do that, to risk to bring the same evil that plagues her world into another one, especially when there was no guarantee (quite the opposite actually) that by doing that she'd get the answers she was looking for.

Bryce had no reason to trust them, and they had no reason to trust her as well. Had Bryce failed, the consequences of giving her the mask would have been catastrophic. And I am not even going to mention Nyx's safety as a reason for Rhys to be pissed at N/esta. Rhysand and Feyre are responsible for the whole Night Court. And in this case, the whole of Prythian, AGAIN. There is a reason if they're the ones in charge, position that actually includes putting your people first and being able to make hard choices, even if they are morally grey choices, to protect their people. N.esta doesn't have such responsibility, and thankfully so because she would be terrible in that position. Moreover, they've just come out of a war, for Rhysand it was the second war he fought and after 50 years of UTM... but of course, why would N.esta care? She was somewhere safe almost the entirety of the time while Feyre - who died to save the very same world N.esta was endangering with her choice - was out fighting for everyone's safety. I am honestly shocked by how people refuse to even consider Rhysand's perspective, at least on this one. As if he knew Bryce and what she was capable of (and as if the whole resolution in CC wasn't due to pure luck, anyway) and have the slightest idea she might succeed. Also, Bryce had 10 other ways to manage the whole situation differently. Had she cooperated a little instead of proving to be a loose cannon, she might have had the chance to actually GET their help without having to take it by stealing and endangering Prythian. Trust goes both ways. They could have found a common ground or made a deal that ensured Prythian's safety and at the same time help Lunathion. Rhys and Feyre are sensitive to people who are suffering and would do something about it. There was no need to endanger Prythian in the process. But 1. They would've stolen the show and 2. Bryce's the one who left Baxian and Fury in Avallen or didn't think of calling Jesiba during the final battle against the Asteri, why would she think that someone as powerful as Rhysand and as knowning as Amren could be helpful anyway 🙄 her "Aelin wanna be" era failed miserably because she actually didn't have the skills, the drive, the strategic thinking and the experience to be like her, despite the efforts. But Bryce is a topic for another day.

This is my tea for today. It's been a year I'm part of this fandom and I've tried so hard not to rant/write about acotar just to avoid the toxic part of this fandom, but hey, patience has its limits, this is still my space and seeing all that "everyone" slander from the pro N.esta for no logical reason really got on my last nerve at this point.

#anti nesta #hofas spoilers #cc3 hofas #pro rhysand #anti bryce quinlan #house of flame and shadow #acotar #anti bryce

[newathens]

i totally agree, the relationships between fathers and sons are prolly my fave elements of pjo, but let's not nerf our goddesses ricky!!

i can't even begin to explain how much i loathe rick's depictions of femininity in the series, he will pay for his depictions of aphrodite and hera, two goddesses very feminine in what they represent. he did the entire concept of aphrodite's children so so poorly, he doesn't even try to show us their skillset and shows them sitting out of capture the flag to do their makeup or whatever?? and i like the idea of hera being obsessed with the 'perfect family' ideal she is trying to get the olympians to live up to but the way rick has portrayed it has fallen so short and it is obvious in general fandom reception of hera that it is inherently misogynistic (the amount of times i've seen people call pjo hera a bitch, keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!!). like hera is so misunderstood, she is one of the only gods to challenge zeus and take action especially since she's in a position to do so with less repercussion than others might receive (with the exception of the rebellion and whatnot), but no!! she is evil stepmother!! bitch who goes after zeus' lovers and children!!

and then you have slightly less feminine goddesses (though i'd argue they're still quite feminine in nature) artemis and athena, the former being a manhating stoic girlboss, how fucking creative rick go girl give us nothing. and what's the deal with artemis kicking out two sapphics from the hunt, like that is so icky to me in so many ways. then there's athena, who rick goes out of his way to show that she is a bad mother and person in general (using the roman myth of medusa on a greek goddess?? boooo, tomato, tomato). rick has the most annoying tendency to find one stereotypical trait about a greek god and just latch onto that for their characterisation and nothing else, you see it with some of the gods but it is so so prevalent in the goddesses. poseidon gets his good moments as a dad and viewed quite favourably in percy's eyes (on another note, the blatant bias in the greek gods and heroes books is laughable but that's another time), apollo gets a whole book series to have a redemption arc (good for him, though), hades gets some good moments too (though it's quite annoying to me seeing the fandom praise him as one of the 'good ones' lmao). zeus... i don't like rick's depiction of him for reasons entirely unrelated lol, but the point is that the gods are allowed to be multifaceted and complex, but the goddesses get their stupid stereotypical traits exacerbated and maybe one or two half-assed moments of something else. it pisses me off so much!!!

(sorry for leaving an essay in your inbox but in my defence you asked for this XD)

when did u send this !!!!! 10/10. no notes

he does this all the time and it’s not just the olympian goddesses either. his recent depiction of nyx was so….. i can’t even adequately form my thoughts on the matter. the characterization of the goddesses in the pjoverse are not given much thought. even when i try to rationalize and analysis it, they still fall short. iris, medea, khione off the top of my head, all fun characters but each have something umm distasteful(?) in their depictions. definitely a part of all three series that deserves more examination

#of course he’s A MAN. what can we expect #i did not see this in my notifs i am sorry if i missed it for too long!

[sapchat]

As much as I would hate for it to happen I think it would be kind of poetic is Rhys did try to become High King of Prythian. (I also think it’d be a really good fucking book)

Think about it, so far (from what we’ve seen through Feyre POV) his entire goal has been to save and protect Prythian from evil. And Amren keeps push in that really the only way to do it would be by becoming High King. The thing is, is we can tell he’s starting to get stressed. We saw it in ACOFAS (fucking holiday special. I’m waiting for the musical special next) and we saw some of it in ACOSF.

He’s trying to find ways to protect his family while also protecting Prythian. Amren’s putting ideas in his head to become High King, so why doesn’t he try it?

Here’s why I think it’d be poetic: Amarantha.

Now we know the trauma he went through with her, but she declared herself “Queen of Prythian”. It’d be poetic if her “whore”/consort later became King. I think this is where SJM could put a lot of his troubles and talk about his struggles he went through with her but we all know she won’t.

I also think it would be poetic because of his goal and worry to protect his family. Protect Feyre. Because what’s one way you could kill Rhys? Feyre. Because of that fucking bargain they’ve made. So what do I think will happen? It’ll come full circle, he’ll start locking her up. Now we know he basically promised it would never happen again but come on poetic irony.

Rhys would be Amarantha, Feyre would be Tamlin. Rhys would become Tamlin, and Feyre would become someone who wouldn’t know what to do.

I don’t think it would be as bad as Tamlin in ACOMAF, but I do think Rhys would try and keep her in Velaris, safe where it’s protected, where nothing can happen to her and Nyx and therefore nothing can happened to Rhys.

Here’s another thing I could would be poetic if Rhys became High King. Koshcei. The Bone Carver. The Weaver.

Three siblings. Three “brothers”.

Koshcei is the most powerful of the siblings, that’s why he was locked in the lake. In Slavic folklore Koshcei is a male antagonist who “kidnaps the hero’s wife.” What is it that Rhys is accused of? Stealing Tamlins bride. Now I don’t think Tamlin is gonna be a hero, but I do think he’ll have some part to play just because SJM could’ve left him alone at the end of ACOWAR. His ending should’ve been him saying “be happy” but no she has Rhys going and antagonizing him in ACOSF. I 100% think you could have Rhys and Koshcei be a poetic comparison.

I think Azriel would be The Bone Carver. Now the bone carver states that he’s the weakest of his three siblings when it comes to power. In a way I can see where this could apply to Rhys and Cass. Azriel is powerful in his own way, he’s a shadowsinger. The first seen/documented in years. He’s a powerful Illyrian but when it comes to many other fae, he isn’t. And I say that with lots of love for Azriel.

That would make Cassian The Weaver. He’s the one to tie Rhys and Az together in the first place really. If he didn’t beat Rhys as a child, Rhys never would’ve gone and gotten Cass that night. Cass is the one who weaves them together. Because without that night happening, it would’ve just been Rhys and Az. Cass would’ve likely stayed a low foot soldier. The Weaver is able to sense things, he sensed that Nesta was his mate or something when she was still human, something Rhys couldn’t actually do. Rhys just knew that he had dreamt of Feyre, he didn’t realize that she was actually his mate until she was Made. Just like Nesta and Cass.

I think SJM could have a really good book if she did something like I talk about above. But I really only see her as “happy happy happy 😃” I don’t think she’ll have Rhys become High King or slowly become this villain everyone sees him as just because of how SJM has done ACOTAR so far. I think he’ll stay just a high lord and him and feyre will basically pump out babes the next few books will defeating whatever evil shows up.

#acotar #a court of mist and fury #acomaf #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of frost and starlight #acofas #acosf #acowar #a court of wings and ruin #high lord rhysand #feyre x rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar #rhysand #cassian acotar #cassian x nesta #cassian #azriel spymaster #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #the bone carver #the weaver #Koshcei #acotar x reader #acotar headcanon #acotar fanfiction #high king rhys #night court #amren acotar

[weirdlotiel]

So In the meantime I watched new season of the Dragon Prince.

1. Why the fuck was it earlier??? I thought I messed up the dates again.

2. Please, I neez Zubeia to be alright.

3. Love Janai and Amaya.

4. Karim and his girlfriend can go and drop dead. I had enough of them. (More than Viren)

5. About that guy. Gosh, I love the choice he made. (Not that I want him dead). I mean, he gave up dark magic. Finally!!!!!!

6. Btw, what was that about child Soren???? Was he sick? I mean, what was the reason Viren even chose that dark path?

7. I need people to stop saying it’s all Viren’s fault Claudia is messing with that dark magic stuff. Yes, he introduced it to her, but it was her choice. She had every opportunity to give it up, just Like Viren finally did. Don’t get me wrong again, I still kinda like her, but she’s even more messed up than her dad.

8. Once again dark magic. Callum, really? Ok, I get it… you want to protect your precious Rayla… no. Don’t. Don’t you ever touch that stuff again.

9. Some stuff was predictable, like Captain Villads and Nyx (ir maybe it only was me 😂)

10. I guess I need a lil but more of Kim’dael

11. Akiu was funny. I wanna see more of her

12. So, elves and dragons said that humans are evil, but they asked a human to create a jail for Aaravos? Can’t they finally decide on one thing?

13. What’s more it was a human who exposed Aaravos’ treachery. (I know it was the previous season)

14. About this freaking elf. What the heck did he do to Aditi? Swollowed her? What???

15. I love the homunculus. Don’t you dare to touch him Aar. Seriously, he may be his “child” (is he gay and has crush on Viren?😂. Please no.) but it doesn’t mean he can be its father.

16. Please, Callum, fund a way to free Rayla’s parents and Runaan. I beg you.

17. Young Viren looks almost like Soren (or maybe again it’s just me?)

18. Whi is this one guard always talking about food?

19. I can’t believe Callum was tortured, And Soren was beaten. And rayla was supposed to be a fish food.

20. Finnegrin vs Domina. Hmmm…

21. I hate that Pirate.

22. Yay, Callum has new powers!!!! Ocean magic rules.

23. Soren really worries about his new family, doesn’t he?

24. Who the fuck is Mushroom Mage???? (I couldn’t stop humming after that)

#the dragon prince #tdp claudia #tdp aaravos #tdp spoilers #tdp s5 #tdp #tdp viren #tdp callum #tdp rayla #tdp season 5 #tdp soren #tdp Zym #tdp Ezran #callum #viren #soren #claudia #rayla #ships on the water lol #netflix #young viren

[acherontiarchivist]

Consume ❤️🔪

A Playlist fic

Description: The listener is stalked and eventually approached by a dangerous admirer. The relationship kicks off fast and heavy but eventually turns sour and leads to a fallout. If they can't have you, no one can. Naturally, the next part is the chase and kill- only to be filled with regret and remorse. Bonus: alternate ending/the listener is also a fucked up murder fiend

This Playlist is not compiled with any particular slasher in mind, though it does suit some more than others. Feel free to share your own Playlists and songs in the replies :)

Runtime: Approximately 4 hours

(Parts and song list under the readmore)

Part One: Stalker

Neighbor/Mother Mother

You're So Dark/Arctic Monkeys

Alone At Night/Psychic Rites

The Ghost/Trevor Something

Hearts A Mess/Gotye

You Don't Know Me/Son Lux

Crimewave/HEALTH

A Man With No Face/Trevor Something

You Are My Obsession/Trevor Something

Nice Girls/HEALTH

Oblivion/Grimes

Part Two: The Fall

Looking For A Ghost/Fever Ray

Catapult/Arctic Monkeys

Take Me Out/Franz Ferdinand

976-Evil/Deftones

Beauty School/Deftones

Very Good Bad Thing/Mother Mother

Part Three: Full Swing (aka the horny part)

Shiver/Fever Ray

Lustful Sacraments/Perturbator

The Spell Of Mathematics/Deftones

Red Flags And Long Nights/She Wants Revenge

Secret Devotion/Perturbator

Pain/Boy Harsher

The Touch Of Your Skin/Trevor Something

Wanna Sip/Fever Ray

A Perfect Body/All Your Sisters

Strangelove/Depeche Mode

Stripped/Depeche Mode

Fineshrine/Purity Ring

Artificial Feelings/Trevor Something

You've Seen The Butcher/Deftones

Part Four: The Fallout

Read Your Mind/Trevor Something

Separate And Ever Deadly/The Last Shadow Puppets

One Hit/The Knife

The Hills/The Weeknd

Come Feel/All Your Sisters

Lonely/The Bunny The Bear

Desire/Perturbator (ft. Greta Link)

Wallpaper/Nyx Fears

Heater/All Your Sisters

Part Five: The Danger

The Possession/Trevor Something

Concrete/Psychic Rites

Tainted Love/Soft Cell

The Killing Moon/Echo And The Bunnymen

Breezeblocks/Alt-J

Killer/Blvck Ceiling (ft Psychic Rites)

Scisssssssors/Xiu Xiu

Die Slow/HEALTH

Part Six: Remorse

Things Will Be Better In Hell/Street Sects

Gallowdance/Lebanon Hanover

Jenny GoGo/Xiu Xiu

Red Trails/Fever Ray

Dead Inside/Trevor Something

Remorse/Scattle

Bonus/Alternate Ending:

Me and Mr. Wolf/The Real Tuesday Weld

The Moth/Syd Silvair

Still Between Lovers/Street Sects

#post content #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #gabriel may x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #ghostface x reader #martin mathias x reader #michael myers x reader #danny johnson x reader

[atl4ntxc]

reader is so fucking messed up 😓 and omg the amount of researching i had to do to find out genshin lore 💀

The archons feared The Moirai. They feared you. Being the only sibling of Phanes— you were incredibly powerful. Phanes, who was the god of time and wind, and also your sibling, had to be in contact with you wherever you went, considering the fact that you were the personification of fate itself.

“I ensure that every being, mortal and divine, lived out their destiny as it was assigned to them by the laws of the universe. ”

Although the current archons have cut ties with Celestia (exp. Raiden), they will always be watched under your prying eyes— who will always expect them to follow their destiny.

“ they dare defy the laws of the universe and my commands? if it’s punishment they desire, then punishment they will receive. ”

Destiny has been written at the beginning of the existence of a soul, and to you, it is their job to fulfill that destiny. You can either guide them to the road of fate or forcefully let them live out their destiny against their will. In your eyes, defying the rules of destiny (which is quite literally impossible), is punishable by death.

Which is exactly why The Moirai is feared.

The people of teyvat have long forgotten you and Phanes, which angers you to the core. how dare they forget their creator? your sibling! utterly ungrateful! “ why have you fallen in love with your creations, oh dearest sibling? what has possessed you? ”

“ I find beauty in my creations. do you not? ” you would sigh and look at Phanes in disbelief. “ I simply don't. even I, the epitome of beauty in this world, do not find beauty in those vile creatures. ” Phanes stared at you with sadness and looked away, “ vile? ” whispered Phanes, making you scoff, rolling your eyes to look at the roaming creatures of teyvat. “ if you're only here to speak about your precious creations, you can leave and let me do my duty as the personification of fate. ”

[ QnA ] Why choose ‘lucifer’ as the demon name for the reader?

Astaroth (also Ashtaroth, Astarot and Asteroth), in demonology, was known to be the Great Duke of Hell in the first hierarchy with Beelzebub and Lucifer; he was part of the evil trinity. Both names are taken except for Lucifer. Reader is a god who rules over teyvat, alongside with Phanes.

[ QnA ] Why choose moirai as the greek god name for the reader?

Even the gods feared the Moirai or Fates, which according to Herodotus a god could not escape. according to Wikipedia (not a reliable source, i know- but bare with me.), Phanes personal information contained parents and siblings. in the siblings area, Moirai is one of Phanes’ sibling, other than Chaos and Horae. it would be much more accurate for the reader to be inspired by Nyx, but I already wrote halfway.

[ QnA ] is this following genshin lore and is it accurately representing the personification of fate (The Moirai) from greek mythology?

Honestly, I tried my best to follow genshin lore. Genshin lore is incredibly confusing and is too much to consume at a short amount of time (especially the Celestia and the Phanes lore of genshin). At last, it might be/is inaccurate. The Moirai, however, is mostly accurate. I took each piece of information I could get my hands on and slapped it into this post. HOWEVERRRRR, I am not confident in the siblings part. I apologize if it’s inaccurate, I am not trying to offend anyone 😓

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin zhongli #phanes #istaroth #genshin istaroth #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #xiao x reader #genshin kazuha #zhongli x reader #ei x reader #raiden ei #raiden shogun #venti #genshin venti #venti x reader #kusanali #lesser lord kusanali #archons #ganyu #yae miko #yae miko x reader #tag bait again <3

[whathebeep]

Y'all I need some GortashxDark urge stuff right NOW so here's my rabbles under the cut - spoilers for sure, this is gonna be about their relationship prior to BG3

Is this heavily based on my dark urge, Nyx? 100% I love her evil ass (if anyone else is dealing with the durgetash brainrot DM me asap)

-They are SO fucking toxic to each other but I love it

-Durge 100% fantasizes about murdering him- to the extent she takes on a little fixation of killing people who look just like him. She gets sloppy with some of them- leaves their bodies out to be found, narrowly escaped getting caught, so on- and Gortash absolutely takes notice. He's absolutely flattered, as twisted as it is

-Durge doesn't /do/ romance. Not that she hasn't in the past but love and lust are exclusive for when she's murdering. So when she feels these things towards Gortash, she hates it- which feeds into her fixation on killing people who look like him.

-nothing physical/romantic happened between them until after the first heist into the museum to steal back the bhaal relics.

-They both flirt with each other like they're the cats and the other is the mouse- it's a power struggle, and something about this dance makes them both certainly like it a lot more.

-When they first met it was because Durge was instructed to form the alliance by her father. Gortash was expecting her, as he was also told his best way to a tyrannical reign over the city was with an alliance amongst other chosen. She killed one of his black hands and infiltrated his study in disguise, and he didn't realize until her blade was in his desk.

-For the alliance Durge would kill in both Bhaal and Bane's name- murder and blood spilt for her father, and political rivals sliced down to make way for Gortash. Between this and the murders she commits of men in who look like him, Gortash sees it as worship in a way, and he loves it

-There is 1000% a time when Gortash and Durge see each other at an important event. A gala/ball of sorts, their eyes lock from across the room type vibe- and Gortash seethes with jealousy when he sees her dancing with some random noble. Of course he learns Durge was doing it to get close to the noble to murder them, but he truly becomes possessive of Durge after this. HIS favourite assassin, after all

-durge threatens to kill him in many ways- to gouge out his eyes, to slice open his stomach and stretch out his innards, to strangle him, etc etc and he loves it

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #lord enver gortash #bg3 durge #durge #durgetash #dark urge #nyx

[achaotichuman]

So this came out of nowhere in my mind but like, Elaine's POV when she starts noticing that Lucien is much more distant, rarely visiting anymore, barely looking at her why, and then she noticed how Lucien's heated eyes goes over to Tamlin, how he would breathed deeply whenever Tamlin passes by, how he brushes close to Tamlin.

And then she realizes.....

Heheheheheheheh

*Maniacal laughter as I type away like an evil maniac writing this scene* This would be very fun indeed.

The dough beneath her fingers was sticky. Quickly Elain doused it in a handful of flour, continuing to quickly and forcefully knead. A few moments passed and she rounded it into a ball before tossing the bread dough into a bowl and covering it with cloth.

With quick, practiced elegance, Elain washed off her hands and took the bowl out into the sun. After placing it in the windowsill she wiped her hands on her apron and made to begin cleaning what mess she had made.

A low hum left her throat as she continued to work. The sun drifting in through all the open windows. The sweet smell of pollen filling the warm air. A beautiful afternoon which would give way to a star filled evening.

Everything was going well. Incredibly well in fact.

If it weren't for the fact the hollowness in her chest just seemed to continue getting bigger and bigger until it felt like Elain herself was simply a thin shell.

The mating bond had been relentless as of late, pulling her deeper and deeper into a state of utter numbness. She couldn't rid herself of it. Normally she was not on the receiving end of such feelings, she could feel the hollow empty feelings from Lucien's side of the bond at times, but she tried to ignore it, tried to not feel so guilty about it.

Now that she felt it, it... she hated it, she didn't understand how Lucien hadn't demanded she acknowledge the bond like she wanted to right this minute.

Still, she persevered, this was what she wanted right? For Lucien to finally ignore her? Pretend she didn't exist?

Yes, this was what she wanted.

Right?

***

Wrong.

This was not what she wanted at all.

Lucien hadn't visited the Night Court in six months, six months with no word, not even a report to Azriel. The Inner Circle had no immediate need for his presence, so no one had thought to send him even a letter. But it was driving Elain up the fucking wall.

No one had so much had mentioned his name, which around her wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but Elain liked to eavesdrop on conversations every now and again. After all she was just the hollow-headed flower girl, so no one cared too much to hide their conversations when it was only her in the house. Even still, no one so much as murmured his name.

Elain found herself time and time again looking over at the door when it was knocked upon. She glanced up with more enthusiasm whenever someone walked into the room, desperate to so much as glance that head of thick red hair.

Still, nothing. Not a letter, not a whisper.

Like Lucien had disappeared with the wind.

***

It seemed he had in fact not disappeared with the wind. Lucien, it seemed was somewhere to be found.

It was another lovely evening when Elain felt the pulsing of the mating bond. A magnet drawing her closer to the man on the other side. Then he walked through the front door, Azriel behind him, Cassian in front. As if they were escorting him.

Elain watched hidden around the corner of a hallway with an overlook of the foyer. She half-expected Lucien to listen to the call of the cauldron gifted bond and look her way, but he didn't so much as glance. Feyre and Rhysand were sitting on a lounge, Nyx in between them playing with some blocks. Elain couldn't quite see their facial expressions from where she was, but by the look on Cassian and Azriel's faces, Lucien visit here wasn't for pleasure.

"I hear Spring has returned to its former state of glory." Rhysand drawled.

"Spring has finished rebuilding yes." Lucien said, matching Rhysand's tone.

"Have you been reelected for the position of Spring emissary, I didn't think you'd go back to him so quickly, Lucien."

"I do not work for Tamlin any longer, however as my letter stated I will no longer work as emissary of Night. My duties elsewhere have taken priority."

Elain blinked, so Lucien wasn't working for Night anymore? Was that why he hadn't come? He sent a letter; did he even mean to step down from his position face to face with all of them or was this meeting Rhysand's request?

Cassian curled his hands into fists, and Elain felt a protective urge to scream for none of them to consider laying on a hand on Lucien.

This was new, this protective urge was new. This... this was because Lucien was adamantly ignoring her, and not the other way around.

"If confirmation is all you wanted, I will be taking my leave of you." Lucien said, already preparing to head out the door.

His hand just caught the threshold when Rhysand said, "Just remember, Lucien. You can go crawling back to him as many times as you want, but he'll never choose you."

Everyone appeared confused by that statement except for Rhysand and Lucien. Elain watched as a spark of anger overtook Lucien's face, his hand tightened until his knuckles were white, he didn't look back at Rhysand.

Instead, he looked right down the hallway to see Elain's face. The Archeron sister held in a gasp at what she saw.

Fire, burning flames directed right at her. Elain felt like she might burn up in them.

Then he turned and walked out.

Something was different. Something was so, so distinctly different.

And Elain had no clue what it was.

***

She had no clue until the next High lord meeting. This one she was expected to attend, it was a chance for all the Courts to come together and mingle a touch. Get to know one other more, establish connections and alliances, discuss matters of politics and trade. Elain had to attend.

When they walked in, Elain was just behind her youngest sister, head down, eyes up. The perfect display of the High lady's other hand. Her sister, a Lady in her own right.

When the doors flung open revealing the Night Court entourage Elain had a good view of everyone in attendance.

And her eyes landed on Day. As Beron was recently assassinated, the Lady of Autumn Andrea had returned to her mate Helion. He had an arm around the back of her chair holding her close. But they weren't who Elain was looking at.

Rather her eyes went to Lucien, who was dressed in the colors of Day. A band of gold circling his head. He didn't wear the toga his father did, but still he looked regal in the linens and whites and the Day Court. Sunlight seemed to gleam from his very skin, lighting up the gold embroided down his shirt and jacket.

And so, so close to him, was the High lord of Spring. Who today, looked every part the High lord of Spring.

His hair was down and wild, with curls and small braids. Flowers and vines were weaved through his hair, creating a crown of Spring. Antlers struck out of his head, a crown themselves. He was dressed in glorious green and gold. When Elain peered closer, she realized his very clothing was weaved from the strings of plant stems and spider silk.

She felt underdressed compared to the two. When she looked over at Rhysand who glared at the two, she knew their glorious robes were sending some kind of a message, what message she was unsure of, but it was something.

They sat down and the meeting began. An hour passed and nothing exciting happened. Elain sat there, perfectly still and perfectly bored out of her wits.

Then something did happen.

Rhysand had turned to Lucien, "So I see your priorities now belong to Day?"

Lucien gave him a look that could only be described as sneering, "My duties in my home Court take priority over others."

Helion shot Rhysand a look that said, 'Don't push him.'

Rhysand ignored Helion's warning and said, "You do hop around quite a bit, don't you little Fox? How are we supposed to know which is your home Court?"

"You know now," Lucien simply said, "Now, we have more important matters to discuss."

"I simply thought it may be Spring, considering how much time you invest in it. Or are you waiting for the inevitable downfall of its current High lord." Rhysand gave a grin to an entirely too still Tamlin.

"Afterall, you have no Heirs, or family, do you Tamlin? The magic tends to hop bloodlines at times, is your precious fox waiting for when you'll kick it so he can jump the mark?"

"Look me in the eyes when you speak of me, Rhysand." Lucien hissed.

"Or is he waiting for another mark to jump? You don't tend to take lovers you don't care about, he, after all, is your only option left-."

Rhysand's voice cut out. He continued talking like he could hear himself but suddenly Feyre's eyes went misty as she mentally informed him no one could hear his voice. Then Rhysand's face went red with anger and embarrassment, and Tamlin let out a dark chuckle.

"Do us a favor Rhysand and talk only in your little bubble there, we don't need to hear it." He spoke. Elain stared agape at Rhysand, who looked as though he would kill Tamlin.

Tamlin had trapped Rhysand in a bubble of air, not allowing his voice to escape. Only Rhysand could hear himself talk.

Rhysand's eyes went misty for a moment, like he was trying to get into Tamlin's mind, but the High lord tutted, "Go into my mind Rhysand, and I will cause the pocket of air around you to collapse."

There room went entirly still as they all understood the graphics of Tamlin's threat.

An instant kill.

That would instantly kill him.

Then Tamlin's voice went so, so low, a chill ran through the room, "You think you're the most powerful because of how much magic you generate. But all I need to kill you is a little creativity."

As if for emphasis, Tamlin snapped his fingers and fire sparked int he air around. Eris nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw it.

"Air is an all encompassing element. I may have the least magic out of all of you, but I don't need a well full of power to beat you."

Then Tamlin leaned back in his chair, "Now, like Lucien has stated, we have more important things to discuss."

Everyone was silent for a heartbeat, then the next.

Then Eris cleared his throat and addressed Tarquin, they began to discuss the trade between their own Courts, and soon everyone followed suite, ignoring the anger leeching off of Rhysand from the bubble he was in.

Elain struggled to hold in a laugh, as she watched her dear younger sister's face go white with anger, her hands curling into fists. Everyone glared sharpened daggers at Tamlin, but no one dared test to see if he would hold out to his threat.

Elain's eyes wandered back over to Lucien. Lucien who was struggling to hold in his own laughter.

The Archeron sister then watched, as Lucien turned his eyes to Tamlin, those eyes holding that fire, those burning embers. Tamlin met his gaze.

But that fire was different than that of the flames Lucien had when he looked at Elain. These flames burned with a different heat.

Tamlin slipped out a hand discreetly, everyone else was too caught up in their own conversations or anger to see it, but Elain did.

Tamlin curled a pinky around Lucien's. They both stared at each other like they had forgotten other people were in the room.

The bond leapt and writhed, but Lucien didn't care, not in the slightest.

***

Yes, something had changed, and Elain found out what it was later that night.

A ball was thrown, Rhysand was let out of his bubble with a harsh warning from Helion to let it go. The Night Lord had crossed his arms and strutted away in anger, his Circle following after him. Elain found herself wandering away.

The party was extravagant, and music played, swirling through the air. A harmonic symphony that vibrated her very bones. Beautiful, a lovely song.

Elain walked the outskirts of the party, she did love the social aspect, but something called her to continue walking the direction she was.

Every window was open, curtains pulled back exposing the bright moon and stars.

Then Elain spotted something odd.

One large floor length window had the curtains drawn closed. Odd, perhaps someone had forgotten to open it.

Elain quickly went over and drew back the curtain a crack, preparing to throw it open, when she stopped in her tracks.

Turns out it was a doorway that led to a balcony overlooking the gardens below. And turns out the curtains had been closed for a reason.

Elain watched as in the moonlight, holding each other so tightly against one another, was Tamlin and Lucien. Tamlin with his head resting on Lucien's shoulder, one hand intertwined with Lucien's. And Lucien, with one hand wrapped around Tamlin's waist, and his lips pressed against the High lord's hair.

They gently swayed to the music, completely lost in the notes and each other. Not noticing Elain standing there in the slightest.

"Was it too much earlier?" Tamlin asked, "With Rhysand?"

Lucien laughed breathily, "Oh I think he got exactly what was coming to him."

Tamlin laughed and lifted his head to face Lucien.

When they kissed it was like Elain could see sparks in the air. A love burning between them that she had never seen before, not even with Feyre and Rhysand.

As the kiss began to get more and more heated, Elain drew away, silently closing the curtain and walking back into the party.

She looked down at the floor, processing what she had seen.

What now? Did she reject the bond? What could she do?

Elain smacked right into someone. Quickly she stumbled back, saying apologies and all the like.

"It is quite alright, my Lady. I fell into you." A beautiful voice murmured to her.

Elain looked up the see one of Nesta's Valkyrie friends looking at her with a smile. Gwyn her name was.

"I am so, so sorry Gwyn-" Elain said.

"Like I said, it is quite alright, my Lady." Gwyn assured her.

Elain blinked at her, cheeks flushing a deep red color. Gwyn was dressed to the nines with a floor length deep blue gown and her shiny red hair pinned in a beautiful style, pearls woven through it.

They were in the middle of the dance floor, and someone bumped into Elain again, sending her flying into Gwyn's arms. Elain's face went even redder, and she was about to start apologizing again when Gwyn laughed and held her steady.

"Perhaps we should join in so we're not just standing here?" Gwyn offered.

It took Elain far too long to realize Gwyn was asking her to dance, but once the question finally processed, Elain found herself nodding vigorously, "Yes! I-um, yes that would be... would be wonderful, yes, thank you."

What was that? That was barely a sentence she was stuttering so much. Gwyn however, just beamed a happy grin. Elain and Gwyn fell into position. Slowly beginning to dance to the music in the air.

All of a sudden, the bond in her chest seemed to die down. As if, for now, it was content with this.

Maybe the bond had been wrong, because for tonight, the mated pair were happier in the arms of others than they ever were in each other's.

Thank you so much for the prompt I had a lot of fun writing this!

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