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elliemarchetti · 1 year

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A Court of Deadly Virtues (Book 1)

Plot: A Court of Mist and Fury retelling from Nesta’s POV, starting from Chapter 39.

This is going to be more canon-divergent further on, but for now every change involves mostly Nesta and Cassian’s relationship.

Part 1 Part 2

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Patience [3/7]

On the day the Mortal Queens agreed to meet at the Archeron Manor, the hostesses decided to wear gowns so elegant they would make their guest pale, but when Feyre showed up in a white chiffon embroidered in gold, both her sisters were left amazed at how ethereal she looked. The High Lord at her side was as always all in black, his wings invisible and a dark crown nested on his head, sister to the golden diadem resting on his beloved’s shiny hair. Whatever was happening between the two of them, it was growing and changing so fast it made Nesta wonder if it was safe, considering what happened the last time her youngest sister gave her heart to a High Lord. The bright side was their father was blissfully unaware and would remain on the Continent for another two months, pursuing vital business from one kingdom to another. If all went according to plan, he would’ve never learned that his own daughters allowed some Fae to use his home as a venue for one of the most dangerous meetings since the Treaty. The tension on Cassian and Azriel’s face was enough to show that if things went badly they could all go to their early grave, and so did the impatience of the newcomer of the group, whom everyone had forgotten to introduce. The two Illyrians, however, often casted sidelong glances at the blonde beauty dressed in red, but she ignored them, stomping her foot on the patterned carpet.

“Welcome,” Rhysand said with placid calm as a mix of women of different ages, colours and heights suddenly appeared in the living room, each with two guards in tow. The eldest of the Queens wore a very dark blue woollen robe, perfectly matching with her sharp, cold eyes. The two who looked middle-aged were at opposite extremes, one dark and one fair, one with a sweet face and the other carved out of granite, one smiling and one frowning. They even wore a white and a black dress, and it seemed as if their movements represented mutual questions and answers, leading Nesta to wonder what their kingdoms were like, what relationship they had and if the identical silver rings they wore connected them in other ways. The younger Queens were something else entirely, one as young as Feyre, who scrutinized everyone with guarded shrewdness and the other, barely thirty, kissed by amber and gold, her body soft where men favoured it but lithe where necessary, graceful yet feline. Nesta was sure she could move entire armies with just a glance, but the Fae weren’t as charmed, and Rhysand advanced towards her stately, proud to have brought with him the Morrigan of the War, whatever that meant.

“Please, take a seat,” said his cousin, as if just accepting her presence made her partly owner of the house. Nesta bit her tongue, forcing herself to be patient in her rebellion until the time was right. If only she had the power, she would’ve already killed all those vain women with her own hands.

“An emissary in a golden crown,” said one of the Queens, casting a sharp look at Feyre. “Is this a Prythian tradition?”

“No,” admitted Rhysand casually, knowing full well there was nothing casual in his choice. “But she’s so pretty in it I couldn’t resist.”

Everyone stiffened, and Nesta wondered if the High Lord realized he just gave their enemies a notion far too succulent to not put it at use. Sure, Feyre proved she could fend for herself just fine even when she was still mortal, but if the idea of these women hurting her because of their connection hadn’t occurred to him, then they all really deserved to die for his arrogance.

“You have an hour,” the older one intervened, pragmatically. “Use it well.”

They talked about many things, but mostly it was a victory for the Queens, although Nesta learned the ability to move from one place to another – it was called transmutation – had been gifted to them along with the half of the Book the Night Court desperately needed as a repayment for what the Fae did to their subjects.

“War is imminent,” Feyre insisted, “yet the humans of this territory seem unaware of the greater threat and we’ve seen no signs of preparations to defend them.”

“This territory,” the golden Queen explained coldly, “is only a tiny strip of land compared to the vastness of the Continent. It’s not in our interest to defend it and waste resources.”

At those words, which were to Nesta and Elain a death sentence, Rhysand objected with reason and compassion, but the golden witch seemed to have an answer to everything and suggested the High Fae of Prythian as their defenders, if they cared so much. A heavy silence fell upon the room, and Nesta wondered if anyone would have the courage to say aloud what everyone was thinking. In the end, cowardice won over the truth, and only Feyre murmured one last plea.

“I’ve been Made by the Seven High Lords because a General of Hybern killed me, but before she did it I saw what horrors she was capable of,” she explained, and the light coming from the outside slightly diminished, as if Rhysand momentarily lost control of his powers. “One of them was enough to cause such destruction and suffering it will leave its mark for decades to come, if we allow a whole army of people like her to destroy the Wall, the consequences will be brutal and the survivors will be enslaves, as will the generations to come.”

Not even her story stirred the Queens’ hearts of stone, and when they were gone, it was Elain who wished for them all to burn in hell. Based on the look in Azriel’s eyes, it seemed like he was about to grant her desire.

“We should really do it,” Cassian growled, close enough for Nesta to hear. “If we kill them, we can crown someone who isn’t so stupid and scared.”

“It would take too long,” Nesta retorted, looking out of the window, hoping Feyre was too caught up in her conversation to notice how close she and the General had actually gotten on his last visit, though nothing of importance actually happened.

“And here I thought I was too quick,” he joked, but Nesta shut him hastily. Everything she needed to know about Tomas’s death came to her via a gossip so fast it outrun the wolves that seemingly attacked and devoured him with unheard-of voracity, their hunger so blind the corpse even missed both its cock and balls.

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #future neris #canon feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #mor #the morrigan #acotar fanfiction #acomaf fanfiction

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acomaflove · 9 days

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Azriel: *sneezes and shadows come out of his nose*

Rhysand:

Amren:

Morrigan:

Cassian:

Feyre:

Nesta: ………So we are all just going to ignore that?

Cassian: Oh my bad; bless you, Azriel.

Nesta: THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 2 months

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Rhys: Cassian, please don't let Feyre do anything stupid...

Cassian: Stupid by my standards or yours?

Rhys:

Rhys: Stupid by my mother's standard.

Cassian: Smart. Feyre will live longer.

#I just know Cassian respects mama Rhys so much #I think the idea of both of their standards being so low for stupidity is the biggest canon there is #Feyre is going to do something stupid anyways #“Cassian watch this” is a dangerous phrase #cassian #feysand #rhys #rhysand #acotar #acotar funny #cassian x feyre #incorrect acotar quotes #acotar incorrect quotes

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captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship · 17 days

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This is Feysand in a nutshell

Even more proof? Just check out any feysand written by @the-lonelybarricade or @separatist-apologist

Case closed

#feysand #rhys is a wife guy #the best fics are him tricking Feyre to marry him #it’s a canon event at this point

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ofbreathandflame · 8 months

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and also just to add one thing my last point:

i think the toxic canon thing really forms a basis for the foundational problems of the series - narrative. its one of the reasons i believe feyre often gets dubbed an 'unreliable narrator.

because in theory - feyre is not made purposely to be unreliable. honestly - the problem is that the story makes feyre's thoughts declarative for the series as whole. feyre tells us one thing, and the story shows us another.

for example: when the story tells us 'tamlin didn't fight for me,' - its implying that tamlin has the tools to do so. bc the story establishes an entirely difference scenario. we learn that (1) amarantha is madly obsessed with tamlin, so she keeps him next to her every night and (2) tamlin doesn't really have skills to navigate utm. what im saying is - feyre says these things about tamlin which are dubbed 'canon' but they don't actually reflect the reality of the situation. the story gives us to no solutions as to how tamlin could have actually helped feyre under the mountain. and i should also add that feyre couldnt have left ANYWAY -- she made a bargain. had she not did her part, the trials, her life would have just been forfeit.

and then on the flip side - we get told that rhys had to bring feyre to those parties and drug her so would forget (which is dubbed canon) but the reality of the scenario doesn't reflect that. rhysand never had to make feyre dance or embarrass her infront of everybody.

why? let's look at the established information:

rhysand disables the guards through his daemati abilities, so feyre is safe in her cell:

“No more household chores, no more tasks,” he said, his voice an erotic caress. Their yellow eyes went glazed and dull, their sharp teeth gleaming as their mouths slackened. “Tell the others, too. Stay out of her cell, and don’t touch her. If you do, you’re to take your own daggers and gut yourselves. Understood?”Dazed, numb nods, then they blinked and straightened. I hid my trembling. Glamour, mind control—whatever it was he had done, it worked. They beckoned—but didn’t dare touch me. Rhysand smiled at me. “You’re welcome,” he purred as I walked out.”

2. feyre is given a hot meal in her cell everyday - which again, establishes her cell as a relatively safe place:

“From that point on, each morning and evening, a fresh, hot meal appeared in my cell. I gobbled it down but cursed Rhysand’s name anyway. Stuck in the cell, I had nothing to do but ponder Amarantha’s riddle—usually only to wind up with a pounding headache. I recited it again and again and again, but to no avail.”

and even after she has to dance every night, this does not change:

“I awoke ill and exhausted each morning, and though Rhysand’s order to the guards had indeed held, the nightly activities left me thoroughly drained.”

so - the whole point of taking feyre out of cell is instantly negated, as her cell was never a place of torture. if anything - the only person actually making her cell a place of horror was rhysand. when he drugs her, she becomes so sick that she can't keep the food down; he leaves her essentially naked in her cell, so she's cold and shivering, and her leaves her so exhausted that she can't even think about the solving the riddle.

3. nuala and cerridwen have the ability to walk through walls and actually usher feyre through utm without ever being seen or caught:

“a tapestry that hadn’t been there a moment before falling over us, the shadows deepening, solidifying. I had a feeling that if someone pulled back that tapestry, they would see only darkness and stone.”

so when we get this line in maf:

“So we endured it. I made you dress like that so Amarantha wouldn’t suspect, and made you drink the wine so you would not remember the nightly horrors in that mountain.”

or his explanation in tar:

“Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool’s bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm … Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.” I didn’t want to think much about his abilities. “Who’s to say he won’t splatter you as well?” “Perhaps he’ll try—but I have a feeling he’ll kill Amarantha first. That’s what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he’ll kill her tomorrow,”

none it actually make sense. we are offered several solutions to how rhys could have respectively helped feyre without sexually assaulting her. like for (1) if he wanted her to forget, he could have given her the wine in her cell (2) he didn't have to bring feyre to those parties. amarantha doesn't even remember feyre is there until rhys brings her, and she never finds out about the food or the guards. (3) nuala and cerridwen can actually walk through walls and veil feyre, so whose to say they couldn't have sneaked feyre from utm (4) rhys can mindspeak which means he could have always just talked to feyre without visiting her cell. (3) his plan of 'making tamlin angry makes no sense as the book already established that amarantha was warded against physical attacks, hence why it makes no sense for the story to demonize tamlin for not fighting back as there's no established canon way he could have. it also makes rhysand's display of fighting amarantha pretty much pointless as if he could have just killed her, he would have just done it earlier. its also why i don't forgive the kiss bc the only valid motivation was rhysand's jealousy which literally is why i can never forgive the kiss. he (and tam) put her in the situation by bringing her there in the first place and putting the paint all over her body (and he literally prove that he could altered the paint at any time so it served no benefit but to dehumanize feyre.

soooooo that's what i mean when i say people take canon without factoring into the story as a whole. if the story doesn't actually have things that back up declarative 'canon' statements, its not useful.

#anti sjm #anti rhysand #anti sjm: feyre archeron #anti feysand #tamlin #anti acotar #anti acomaf #canon discourse #anti feyre

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rhysiedarling · 10 months

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Feyre: Bro-

Rhysand : No, no, hold up, rewind.

Rhysand : My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

#this is canon #or maybe its just a modern au #feysand #rhysand #acotar #feyre archeron #sjm

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sunnyshadows24 · 19 days

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Anti Elriels:

Rhysand and Feyre are so special because he’s all about her choices and she got to choose the life and love she wanted. It’s so beautiful.

Also Anti Elriels:

It doesn’t matter that Elain and Azriel want each other. Rhysand was right to stop anything from happening from them and taking away their choice. Azriel doesn’t want Gwyn but he belongs with her!!! Elain doesn’t want Lucien but she belongs with him!!!

Tell is you don’t actually care about people being able to choose for themselves without telling us….

#azriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #acotar #elriel #sarah j maas #canon #azriel and elain #feysand

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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months

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@achaotichuman mentioned that Tamlin's shapeshifting abilities mean he could shapeshift into a woman so I got this idea: Tamsand fic where Tamlin and Feyre switch places. They both have shape-shifting abilities, right? Tamlin teaches Feyre to use his shape-shifting so that she can turn into him while Tamlin shapeshifts into Feyre because he doesn't want Feyre to be anywhere near the male who sexually assaulted her and Rhysand falls in love with "Feyre" and says she's his mate only to find out it was Tam Tam the whole time.

#feyre archeron #tamlin #rhysand #feysand who?#tamsand is canon your honor!#tamsand #acomaf rewrite

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foxcort · 7 months

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thinking about wasted rhysand potential and how feyre deserves so much better after that last post

like, imagine a rhysand that worked behind amarantha's back, a rhysand that fights tooth and nail for the illyrians, who knows when to rein in his anger when confronted with keir and who works in the shadows with azriel to save the other dreamers in CoN. imagine a rhysand that uplifts mor, who stands by her side and prohibits keir and eris from being in her presence because he knows how it would make her feel, alliances be damned. imagine a rhysand that regrets the tattoo deal, regrets that his relationship with feyre started in a forced way and for that same reason feels guilty when he realizes she's his mate (and i mean genuinely guilty, not guilty but he apologized so its okay. like guilty so he refuses to accept it because he doesn't think he's worth her forgiveness). or a rhysand that refuses to dress feyre up in gossamer, or give her a drink he knows will lower her awareness, a rhysand that can control his jealously and anger enough not to inflict such trauma on a nineteen year old human girl. imagine he'd protected her UTM, shielded her from prying eyes and found every excuse to steer her out of amarantha's attention.

and like i get that he had to seem villainous at first because that's sjm's whole thing, but you can be a bad guy and not s*xually assault the love of your life at the same time. you can be morally grey and not force a nineteen year old girl into a binding permanent contract. someone made a good point in saying that the whole idea of a morally grey love interest is that they do questionable things to PROTECT their love interest, not TO their love interest. unfortunately rhysand is the latter.

#this is really to say i don't mind feysand as a concept but the substance given to us by sjm repels me from it #anti sjm #sjm critical #anti feysand #anti rhysand #this is really anti canon rhysand/feysand #but just in case #feyre deserves better #and like i said in the end its not about tamlin vs rhysand #its about the fact that both of feyre's love interests have abused her and the one she ends up with continues to do so

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arson-09 · 2 months

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i am a true believer and lover of the headcanon that Rhysand made the starpool/whatever that was in acotar for tamlin.

That scene felt so out of place especially since we are never given an explanation. I need to know more!! I brought it up to my friend last night and we yapped about tamsand for way too long because of it.

so like tamlin takes feyre to the glen where the starpool is because even though him and rhysand dont have a good relationship anymore he still associates the place with good times and romance. Which makes it even worse i think when feyre ends up with rhysand…

im cooking for my fic. im COOKING

#acotar #tamlin #a court of thorns and roses #pro tamlin #sarah j maas #rhysand #feyre #sjm #feysand #tamsand #tamlin and rhysand has such an odd homorecotic like thing going on #and i know sjm did that my accident #if only she had the courage to make them canon…#i am a firm believer in rhysand being a toxic ex #the way he acts guys is SO odd #you dont act like that around a former friend turned questionable enemy

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starfall-spirit · 17 days

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Star-kissed Night Beneath My Wings

@polyacotarweek Day 5: Favorite Tropes~Duty & Desire, Mutual Pining across the centuries

Polyship: Feyre/Rhysand/Cassian/Azriel

Read on Ao3

AN: This AU was Inspired by @disturbingly-silent's Seraphim!Feyre HC. Thanks for letting me run away with this, lovely!

This fic is going to set up the general AU and then I'll be returning with a few more chapters that dive into what happened in the first war and how the poly dynamic worked for Feyre and the bat boys.

Summary: People say the worst part of war was the bloodshed. The friends you'd fight beside and lose along the way. Maybe her mates were still alive and breathing, but Feyre had lost them all the same. She knew she'd made an unforgivable choice. Five centuries later, she still wasn't quite prepared to face the music.

OR; Seraphim!Feyre x Bat Boys

Rhysand told himself nothing about the visit to Cretea would distract him from his end goal. No matter what was said or who he saw when he landed on that island would keep him from securing the Seraphim legions in the war against Hybern. Yet he still found himself accepting the bottle of whiskey Cassian passed him the moment he entered the House of Wind. Still found himself slumping in his low-backed chair between his two brooding brothers and drinking straight from the bottle.

Amren grimaced, but said nothing about the pity party the three of them were hosting. His cousin, however, was too much of a busybody to let it slide. “You can’t be certain you’ll see her tomorrow. Or in the battles ahead of us. Who knows where Drakon will order whatever battalion she ends up lumped into.”

“Lumped into?” Cassian scoffed. “Drakon won’t be lumping her into anything, Mor. You saw her out there. Barely more than a child, then. With five centuries under her belt…”

Feyre Archeron was remarkable in every sense of the word. He couldn’t forget her skill set in combat any more than he could forget the feeling of her body pressed against his in those few precious nights they shared. Her soft hair tangled around his fingers, the sweet sounds she made, caught between him and his brothers. The glaze in her eyes when they’d map every inch of her wings before letting her return the favor. It was the worst sort of torture, those memories. And beside them, that yawning pit in his chest. Because his mate—their mate, however the fuck it was made possible—had walked away.

And they’d let her. They’d stood there in silence, lingered just long enough for Rhys to cloak the island himself. And then they’d winnowed home as if their little bubble of happiness in a world gone to hell hadn’t just shattered.

Now, he supposed, they��d see where that landed them.

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“Rhysand?” Feyre sputtered. “As in, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.”

Miryam dismissed her alarm as if it was nothing more than an insect. “You say that like you didn’t call him a friend those years ago. Whatever rumors may claim, we know the truth.”

“That isn’t—” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Miryam clearly marked the defensive motion, but said nothing. “I’m not making assumptions or villainizing anyone. I’m just wondering why they’re visiting after centuries of silence.”

“Feyre, we all knew Hybern wouldn’t stay down forever. The king has had time to lick his wounds and build a grudge.”

She frowned. “You think Night is here for war aid?”

“Among other things.” She stilled at that voice, smooth as silk and sharp as the legendary blade he kept. Azriel. And on either side of him were the other two males she’d abandoned. “Hello, Feyre. Long time.”

“Yeah.” Guilt was already sinking its nasty claws into her, more invasive than any daemati mind games. “It has been.”

She made herself look at each one of them in turn. Azriel, who like always, kept his face neutral, emotions shut down. If he had any feelings about seeing her here, she couldn’t read it on his face. Cassian had a mask of his own, one that made him seem like an open book to most. But he had become Rhys’ commander for a reason, just as she had become Drakon’s. It was a glint in his eyes and a waver in that charmer’s smile that said the wound she left hadn’t healed entirely. How could it, without a formal rejection? She was even more of a bitch than she felt like that day.

As for Rhys, the look on his eyes made her wonder how much stock could be put in the rumors she’d heard about the Lord of Nightmares. There was nothing of the young prince she’d tangled with in the soft moments between the chaos of battle. Here they were, caught up in another war, another moment of calm. So much was left unspoken, yet nothing went unheard. What cold first words did he intend to deliver?

“A commander. Just as we expected.” She blinked, waiting for something to follow that would cut her to the quick. “You were the best among your peers, after all.”

“Thank you.”

A loud clap broke the tension building. “Hello, old friends,” Drakon exclaimed, gliding up from behind her and greeting the trio warmly. “Let’s all find a seat, shall we? Get down to business. Rhys, where’s your delightful cousin?”

“Home, keeping things moving with the other High Lords. We intend to host a meeting, and gather reinforcements. Secure the other six courts’ armies before our continent is cleaved. Hybern has the Cauldron and is using the weak points in the wall to begin his invasion. Even with their numbers behind us, if we can gain the loyalty of solar and seasonal…”

“You’ll always have my people willing to fly beside yours, Rhys. Just tell us where we’re needed.”

The High Lord nodded. “Thank you, Drakon.”

“Of course. Feyre of course knows how best our current military can be of service.”

Her chest tightened. She knew exactly where this was going. “I’m glad to be of help, however I can.”

Cassian chuckled. She wondered if her friends could hear the hollowness in it as clearly as she could. Their eyes locked again, warrior to warrior, soul to soul. This was not going to be an easy road to travel. "Of course, pressing as all of this is, we shouldn't waste the opportunity to simply catch up," the general said. Not to mention it's been ages since I've had the pleasure of sparring with a seraphim." Sparring. So that's how he was going to play this. "Care to be my first challenger, Feyre?"

Drakon huffed. "Stop flirting with my commander, Cassian."

Another soft laugh, but he complied all the same. Still, simple as the words were, they'd done their job in summoning the past. Feyre only hoped she wouldn't caught in a mess by the time this was all through; that she'd survive whatever storm her mates would bring upon them all.

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Taglist: @lulling-night-sky // @edgyellie // @stars-and-scripts // @shallyne // @the-lonelybarricade // @darling-archeron // @goddess-aelin // @the-lost-changeling // @faeriequeensuriel // @pandavelaris // @s-uppertime // @elentiya-whitethorn // @acotar-fanns // @jealousveronya // @acourtofwips // @reverie-tales // @gwynkyrie // @corcracrow // @thelovelymadone // @mybestfriendmademe //@lilah-asteria

#acotar #feysand #feyssian #feyzriel #feyre x rhysand x cassian x azriel #poly+acotarweek2024 #fanfiction #seraphim!feyre #mated to all three bat boys #yes i said all three #we're all here to ignore canon anyways and who's to say you can only have one mate?

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elliemarchetti · 7 months

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the alphabet of flowers prompt list

Maybe one day I'll write down all the great ideas behind this list, but for now I'll leave it here, at the mercy of Tumblr users. Feel free to request any flower, combo or bouquet for all the characters, ships and fandoms you find in the tags and of course let me know if something sparks your imagination!

Edit: adding a link to every prompt I complete as we speak

a. Agapanthus – Love Letter

b. Basil – Hate

c. Cactus – Passionate Love [blackinnon]

d. Daphne - I Wouldn't Want You Any Other Way

e. Echinacea – Strength and Health

f. Fern – Sincerity

g. Gardenia – Sophistication

h. Hibiscus – Delicate Beauty

i. Iberid – Indifference

j. Jasmine – Amiability [elucien]

k. Kalanchoe – Persistence and Eternal Love

l. Lantana – Strictness

m. Magnolia – Dignity [elriel]

n. Narcissus – New Beginnings

o. Orchid – Refined Beauty

p. Peony – Anger

q. Quince – Perseverance During Adversity

r. Rose – Love

s. Sage – Good Health and Long Life

t. Trillium – Modest Beauty

u. Ursinia – Trickery

v. Vervain – Pray For Me

w. Waterlily – Birth and Resurrection

x. Xeranthemum – Eternity and Immortality

y. Yellow Bell – Rebirth

z. Zinnia – Lasting Affection

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acomaflove · 21 days

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Feyre: what do you commonly use your magic for besides manipulating shadows?

Azriel: controlling my allergies.

Feyre:

Feyre: what.

Azriel: I can’t be a spymaster with the sniffles.

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lainalit · 27 days

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Everytime one of the rat boys approach a Archeron sister

#can these old men leave these young women alone #nezriel are the only ones who are allowed to interact #it feels almost incestious #like cassian and mor #anti nessian #only nessian in acomaf and acowar are canon #sjm critical #anti rhysand #anti ic #anti inner circle #anti elriel #anti feysand #acotar critical

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rewritingcanon · 2 months

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i feel like dramione fans would like sarah j maas. i have no research to back it up except vibes

#got the feysand dynamic even though canon dramione would NOT be like feysand 😭👍#idk how to explain it #harry potter #hp #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #idk if this is slander or not i guess it depends on the person reading 😭#rewriting

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flowerflamestars · 1 month

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#the rolling in the graves #I have been turning this one over for a century and it IS #a lil deranged #yes I think Feysand would keep having babies entirely irregardless of sense #yes I think that might be a problem in MULTIPLE WAYS #further yes I think Nesta gets to have many many many thoughts about kids that conclude into: absolutely the fuck not #Lucien! Uncle Lu!#how many people did he lose to the occupation!!!#why does canon never talk about it? ever?#he loves nesta so fucking much #(also. yes Feysand are the kind of trash to announce their pregnancy at someone elses wedding)#(OF COURSE they are)#we are sad in cool outfits and we are changing the world for love in this one

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