#feysand trash

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Morally grey isn’t sexually assaulting your woman for “protection” and then acting all pained and tortured about it (feysand, ew). Morally grey is killing an innocent man to keep your woman from being enslaved again and having no regrets. Because “if you want to survive, you have to be willing to do what is necessary” (elorcan). So don’t tell feysand antis that they can’t handle morally grey characters. Because they 100% can. It’s just Rhysand isn’t written like one. THAT’S a huge reason why he gives us the ick.

#anti rhysand #anti feysand #elorcan #elorcan trash #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan stan #lord lorcan lochan

[flowerflamestars]

#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

[queercontrarian]

feyre and rhys are hades and persephone stay mad 🥰

baby i feel like you think the hades and persephone dynamic is a good thing when it's really not. a much older guy kidnapping you, taking you away from your home and forcing you to be with him is bad. wilting away in this place that is against everything you stand for while your mother ravages the earth in her grief for you is bad. him being forced to give you up for at least a few seasons is a good thing, actually. you still having to go back to him, forever? bad.

rhysand says himself that his parents' relationship was bad, they were both miserable. that's what i'm saying.

why do you want feysand to be that? i get why sjm would say it's based on hades and persephone, but that was just their bargain. they are not hades and persephone, and that is a good thing. probably the most positive thing you'll ever hear me say about canon feysand.

anyways, have a good day, anon. hopefully one day you'll be mature enough to just scroll away when you don't like a post, and cringe when you remember you wasted your time leaving passive agressive comments in people's inbox.

#littering is bad for the environment baby #don't do it #in all seriousness i got a bunch of messages like this and to be honest i don't care #but you're intentionally misreading my post and that is annoying #i do not hate feysand but y'all are building the feysand neutral to feysand anti pipeline for me with these comments #all further anons about this are going straight in the trash my loves

[moonbeam-b0o]

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #rhys #feyre x rhysand #acotar fandom #acotar series #tamlin the tampon #tamlin the tool #tamlin #sarah j maas #sjm memes #sjm books #sjm trash #sjm fandom

[the-lonelybarricade]

Hiiii! I was wondering what is your opinion on how Rhys was written in ACOSF? I would love to hear your thoughts :)))

I pretend acosf Rhys does not exist 😌

#Have you ever noticed all my fics are set pre acosf? #or in an AU? #I have a lot of emotions about how Feysand was written in acosf #I feel very let down by SJM #My discord girlies hear me rant about it frequently #I try not to bring that negativity to my blog (this is a safe space for people who liked acosf) #but personally I would take that pregnancy plot and throw the whole thing in the trash

[bookofmirth]

Having Nesta say that Rhys always treated her with kindness ruined the whole reconciliation thing for me because Rhysand was basically absolved of his own wrongs in their relationship. It’s just annoying how SJM can’t write Rhysand as anything but good, kind-natured at heart etc or acknowledge his own missteps. Everything is easily explained away, forgiven or retconned for this character.

Yeah, totally makes sense. I am definitely annoyed at how the whole pregnancy thing is just going to be swept under the rug. I was a dumb dumb and didn't think about when he learned about the pregnancy versus when the feysand chapter happened, and thought that Feyre being like "he'll tell me what's wrong when he's ready" in that extra was supposed to excuse him... not ever telling her. Nope, he was just worried about CC stuff. 🙃

I think it wouldn't matter so much if Rhys weren't set up as this paragon of virtue and #women's rights in acomaf. Like, give him fucking flaws and embrace them. SJM has done that Eris, with Cassian, with Chaol, with Nesta. Sometimes I wonder if it's sjm or the fandom who paints him in this way, and I think it's both. Because like what you said, sjm didn't even write him as being good, kind-natured at heart, etc. via his actions - his actions do not reflect what we are told about him. And yeah Feyre views him with rose-colored glasses, but first-person narration doesn't have to be that limiting. And these excuses don't stop when her POV stops.

#rhysand #ask #anon #sjm critical #not anti rhys cuz I hate this #anti character stuff #i still ship feysand and i'm not sorry about it #sometimes i like trash #and sometimes i like mess #rhys is mess

[thesistersarcheron]

Pairing: Feysand Rating: E Words: ~3.3k Tags: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse, Knotting, Breeding Kink, In Heat/Mating Cycles, Mating Bonds, Mating Bites, Chases, Hunters & Hunting, Omega Feyre, Alpha Rhysand, ACOMAF AU, not dub-con because feyre is actually VERY into it

Oh, gods. Amarantha was right. Feyre was trash, her fickle heart nothing more than proof of her inconstant human nature—

Darkness leeched into the unfamiliar bedroom, and a growl slashed through every thought in her head. “Would you rather fight me, Omega? Lead your Alpha on a chase through the city, let everyone witness me taking you against your will? The dark Alpha and the little Omega bride he stole right out of her husband’s bed?”

Feyre bristled in spite of herself. “He’s not my husband—”

“No.” Something like pleasure shone on Rhys’s face, but his bared teeth were more snarl than smile. “He’s not.”

When Feyre is locked in Tamlin’s manor, her panic and terror trigger Rhys’s first rut in fifty years, and he’ll do anything to soothe his Omega’s shattered nerves.

— — — Read the first chapter on AO3 now!

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #rhys #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #my fics #fall on me like night #a court of thorns and roses fic #idk what to say y’all my personal tagging system is a mess #omegaverse #a/b/o au

[lovemyromance]

Stops this madness!!

Like yes, I know every side of the fandom is guilty of twisting things in their favor but come on. COME ON.

There are theories and then there are people doing the splits, breaking their arm trying to make these egregious extrapolations and reaches.

I have personally, never denied the fact that Elucien were mates. In fact, I didn't even question that fact despite the Elriel theories swimming around - until HOFAS came out and we got confirmation the cauldron was wrong

Yes, their bond seemed so different than Feysand and Nessian, but I did not really say anything about it until I got canon confirmation that the Cauldron had been tampered with.

I did not twist canon text. I did not theorize beyond what is already there on the page.

So I hope you can see why, I am incredibly annoyed every time I see Eluciens trying to shit on every Elriel moment and twisting it to have some alternative crazy reasoning.

I'm not going to call anyone out because I don't usually go fighting on anti-posts (even though their blatant disregard for canon makes my eye twitch). But why did I see an anti post saying

"Oh, Azriel only went to go save Elain from Hybern's camp as a challenge from Nesta, because she said "then you will die". He was just trying to prove her wrong."

Like what? You are honestly telling me, someone read that scene, saw how Azriel defied all warnings and orders and said "I'm getting her back" when he is not her mate, not her sister, barely even her friend at this point, getting his wings shredded to save her, swaying on his feet from pain and blood loss but still not letting her go and demanding to get the chains off her -

You read that scene-the multiple chapters to cover it - and thought "Oh, he only did that to prove Nesta wrong?"

REALLY?

Why would he even want to prove Nesta wrong? Why would that even be a thing? Why would it be something he would risk his life for? Can you please explain? Is he suddenly beefing with Nesta in the middle of a war?

Sometimes... the most obvious answer is the right one. Sometimes when an author writes something, she means it.

Like half the headcannons and theories antis post are fine whatever, but why do they have to shit on beautiful Elriel moments? Your ship should be able to float on its own, and if it doesn't maybe that's a sign 🙄

Sorry Elucien doesn't have any positive interactions together. Sorry Gwynriel barely even interacts on the page, let alone romantically.

Be happy with your ship. And if headcannons and theories is all you have, then be happy with that because you chose to ignore canon and ship whatever. Don't go around trashing actual canon text and purposefully misconstruing it to make yourself feel better.

God I'm tired of this and I've literally only been engaging in this fandom for like a month. I can't imagine what people who've been here since 2016 have had to go through, y'all stronger than me for sure 😅

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #pro elain #acotar #elain x azriel #elain #antielucien #antigwynriel

[theladyofdeath]

500 words or less! Either feysand or nessian finding out their having a baby!

Cassian had no idea how long he'd been standing in the bathroom, staring at the little stick that had the word pregnant on the tiny screen in little black letters.

He'd just gotten home from the gym and was getting in the shower when he accidentally dropped his phone in the trash next to the toilet. For a moment, he debated if it was even worth it - he knew what was in the trash of he and Nesta's master bathroom - but ultimately decided that he could bear a few germs to get to his $800 phone.

But then he found it.

The pregnancy test.

The pregnancy test that he'd been staring at, stark nude, since he'd found it.

Pregnant.

He was so stuck in shock that he hadn't heard the front door open, hadn't heard the footsteps down the hall, hadn't heard his wife come into their bedroom and freeze at the threshold of the bathroom.

"Cass."

He'd hardly heard his name, but although she hardly breathed it, it caught his attention just enough.

He turned to face her.

His cheeks were wet. He hadn't even realized he'd been crying.

Even in his state of undress, she met his eyes with the smallest of smiles. A hopeful smile.

"This is yours," Cassian said, holding it up. He felt like an idiot asking, but he needed the confirmation.

Nesta laughed, quietly. "Yes. It's mine. And yours, in case you were wondering."

He couldn't even comprehend her joke, he was too dumbfounded by the fact that he was going to be a father.

"I just found out this morning," Nesta went on, stepping towards him. "I was going to tell you at dinner tonight. I had a super cute idea planned that you just ruined by rifling through the trash, which is disgusting, by the way."

Still too stunned for her teasing, Cassian took her hand in his. "You're pregnant."

"Yeah."

"We're having a baby."

She laughed. "Yeah."

"Fuck," he breathed, which made her laugh louder, and then he was lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. She'd just started squealing uncontrollably when she started smacking at him. He set her on her feet as he said, "Sorry, am I crushing you? Fuck, am I crushing the baby-"

"You stink," she said, still grinning as she dusted off her sweater - as if she could dust off his post-gym stench. "And you're naked."

"You never complained about my nakedness before," he said, one brow lifted. "Which is how we got to this point."

Nesta rolled her eyes - eyes that lingered down, then back up again. "Pig."

But when he reached out for her, she let him pull her back towards him and he kissed her softly. "I'm sorry I ruined your surprise."

"It's okay," she whispered, leaning up on her toes to kiss him again. "You're happy."

There was almost a hint of doubt there that Cassian wanted to quickly erase. "Yeah, Nes. Yeah, I'm happy. I'm really, really happy."

"Good," she breathed, the tension fading from her shoulders. "Me too."

In less than a year, they'd be a family of three, and although Cassian knew what a huge responsibility a child was, he couldn't even pretend to be stressed or nervous or scared.

He was too damn happy.

#nessian #500 words or less #500 words or less prompts #nesta #cassian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #nessian fanfic #nessian os #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #modern au #parenthood au #fanfic #fanfiction #tara answers prompts

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Elorcan again

For @decadentpostnacho <3 Elide smiled at her husband's sleeping form. He almost always woke up before her, so it was a nice change to see his harsh face relaxed by sleep. He looked younger and more human like this, his hair mussed up across his forehead, his jawline a little softer around the edges, his full lips soft and inviting. Unable to help herself, Elide ran her fingers through his hair. He purred then opened his eyes blearily. "Elide?" His voice was hoarse from sleep but he smiled lazily as Elide continued to stroke his hair while her other hand wandered down his body. "Good morning, husband," Elide whispered. "Good morning, wifey. You're up early." "Yes. Do you have any idea how early I had to get up to beat you? Can't you ever sleep in?" Lorcan huffed out a laugh. "No." Elide pouted. "Not even for me?" Lorcan sighed. "If you want me t-" "I was joking, darling, relax. I actually woke up early because I wanted to ask you something." "Yes?" Elide swallowed. "I'd like you to teach me how to fight." Lorcan slowly got up fully, looking at her. "With a sword?" Elide blinked. "Is there another way to fight?" Lorcan smirked. "Well, you could always fight with my axe..." Elide knew he was referring to that moment Elide had slayed the ilken with his axe. "Those were extreme circumstances." "I know, Elide. In reality, it will probably take a long time for you to be able to truly handle a sword properly." Elide shook her head. "I don't need to be properly trained. Just...teach me basics. Please." Lorcan nodded before slumping back on the bed. "Are you...going back to sleep?" Lorcan grumbled, "You woke me up an hour early." Elide snickered. "You big bear." Lorcan mumbled, "Leave me alone," and Elide only laughed louder. "Big scary man needs his sleep." "Sleep is essential for good health," Lorcan muttered. Elide couldn't stop laughing even as she left the room to find breakfast. Elide stood in an open space behind their house. She felt awkward standing there in a dress typical of a lady of Perranth, but she didn't have any armor. At least Lorcan wasn't in armor either. "Before you pick up a weapon," Lorcan said, noticing her staring at the weapons rack, "do you know basic self-defense tactics?" Elide tilted her head slightly. "Like what?" Lorcan shrugged. "Typical vulnerable places to hit someone. Kicking them in the groin, shoving their nose, elbowing...I guess not," he said when he saw Elide's blank expression. Well, you're smaller, so if you get attacked, it's better to go with the elbow strike rather than the fists, which hurt more. Let me show you." He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and Elide leaned back into him. "Elide, what are you doing?" Elide blinked. "You're supposed to try and escape my grip, not get further in it." Oh. Right. Elide blushed as she pulled away, not missing Lorcan's smile as she pushed off. "Drop your weight down, get your hips lower than mine, and bend your head forward." Elide obeyed, frowning at the strain it put on her still-healing ankle. "Ok, now elbow me." Elide almost refused before she realized that he'd gone through much worse and she probably wouldn't be able to hurt him physically anyway. So, she twisted her hips and swung her elbow into his face as hard as she could. As she expected, Lorcan barely even flinched, but he let go of her. "Good. That strike would've broken most people's noses." "But not yours, because you're a super strong male," Elide teased. Lorcan blushed. "I-uh-anyway, sometimes they'll grab your arms and render them unusable, in which case the back of your head is a powerful weapon." He wrapped his arms around her again, this time carefully restraining her arms. "Go ahead. Hit me." Elide squatted down, preparing herself. Then she leaped and slapped the back of her head into Lorcan's face. Again, he barely flinched, although he smiled in approval at her form. Then he went to the weapon rack and picked a wooden sword, handing it to her. "Very good, Elide. Now try this one."

#not me stealing feysand and nessian concepts and making them elorcan #but like ten times better because lorcan is god tier #lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #elorcan #elide lochan #elorcan trash

[acourtofthought]

Love - SJM Style

Obviously the actual falling in love part is amazing but before her characters get to that point, we have a lot of this:

Rowaelin -

You are a child, and a spoiled one at that. And,” he said, those green eyes holding nothing but distaste, “you are a coward.”

And then she said one of the foulest things she’d ever uttered in her life, bathing in the pure hate of it. “Fae like you make me understand the King of Adarlan’s actions a bit more, I think.”

“First thing,” he breathed, “we’re not friends. I’m still training you, and that means you’re still under my command.”

Chaol / Yrene -

You didn’t seem to mind the privileges that came when you snapped your fingers and Kashin ran here. Perhaps he’ll grow tired of you stringing him along.”

“You’d be surprised the people that opiate makes you consider. Who you’ll find yourself willing to sully yourself with.”

“Did she pick Dorian, then? The queen. I’m surprised she could stomach either of you, given your history. What your kingdom did to hers.”

“Yet you were assigned to me because your Healer on High saw otherwise. Saw that no matter how high you climbed in that tower, you’re still that girl in Fenharrow.” A laugh came out of him, icy and bitter. “I knew another woman who lost as much as you. And do you know what she did with it—that loss?” He could barely stop the words from pouring out, could barely think over the roar in his head. “She hunted down the people responsible for it and obliterated them. What the hell have you bothered to do these years?”

Aedion / Lysandra -

She knew Aedion would agree to the plan, even if he still hated her.

“You can go to hell,” Aedion snapped. “You can go to hell, you lying bitch!”

Lorcan / Elide -

Aelin had been brutalized, their very location betrayed by Lorcan to Maeve, and still he tried to follow. Right through the sand still wet with Aelin’s blood.

Elide let out a soft, vicious laugh. “Of course you didn’t. Why would you have intended for your wondrous queen to sever the blood oath?”

Lorcan blinked at the words, the hatred in them, stunned enough that he let her walk past this time. Elide didn’t so much as look back.

“The only thing that I am jealous of, Lorcan, is that she is rid of you.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. But Elide’s face did not warm. “I don’t care,” she said, turning on her heel. “And I don’t care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.”

“I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her.” “And that means he earns my forgiveness?”

Quinlar -

“She’s a spoiled party girl. What did you expect?” “She’s not stupid, Hunt,” Isaiah countered. “Everything I’ve seen and heard suggests otherwise.”

His teeth flashed. “I don’t care what you call me, Quinlan, so long as you do what you’re told.” Fucking alphahole. “Immortality is a long time to have a giant stick up your ass.”

Feysand -

Rhysand ran an eye over me. “I knew you liked to stoop low with your lovers, Lucien, but I never thought you’d actually dabble with mortal trash.” My face burned.

Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind.

I stared at him, sending as much hate as I could into my gaze. He’d been the one who’d caused all this. He’d told Amarantha about Clare; he’d made Tamlin beg.

I bared my teeth. “Go. To. Hell.” Swift as lightning, he lashed out, grabbing the shard of bone in my arm and twisting. A scream shattered out of me, ravaging my aching throat. The world flashed black and white and red. I thrashed and writhed, but he kept his grip, twisting the bone a final time before releasing my arm. Panting, half sobbing as the pain reverberated through my body, I found him smirking at me again. I spat in his face.

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”

“I didn’t ask for your approval.”

“I think we can agree that I owe you nothing, and you owe me nothing.”

“I’m not your enemy, Feyre.” “Tamlin says you are.” I curled the fingers of my tattooed hand into a fist. “Everyone else says you are.” “And what do you think?” He leaned back in his chair again, but his face was grave. “You’re doing a damned good job of making me agree with them.”

“No, because it’s so much easier to pretend it never happened and let them coddle you.”

“Luck? Yes, how lucky for you,” I said quietly, but not weakly, “that the rest of Prythian was ravaged while your people, your city, remained safe.”

His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.”

“At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?”

Nessian -

“What are you looking at?” Cassian’s brows rose—little amusement to be found now. “Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.” “Your sister died—died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make—and insult my people in the process.”

“If that’s what a bastard-born Fae warrior can do, no wonder my sister has become so entangled with the High Lords.” Bitch. Bitch for the insult to him and to Feyre. “Did it bother you more that you wanted it, or that it was a bastard-born nobody who made you feel such things, Nesta?” “It’s been a long winter. Beggars can’t be picky, I suppose.”

What did he care? What did he care? He had enough shit to deal with.

“And what do you deserve?” A slow smile, indeed a plains-cat readying for the kill. Then, “Certainly more than a bastard-born nobody.” Bitch. “What a fne partner you are, Nesta. Remind me to bring a book on military strategy the next time. Maybe you’ll stand a chance then.” A cold, fat look. “It’s easier, isn’t it,” Cassian breathed, crossing the distance again, not caring who saw them standing in the bay window “To wield the words and the coldness as armor to keep everyone from seeing where and who you failed and how you did not care until it was too late.”

Only hatred gleamed in her eyes.

“Well, I see it, Nesta Archeron. And all I see is a bored and spoiled girl—”

“Is it Nesta?” “Not everything in my life is about your sister, you know.”

Nesta had made it clear enough she had no interest in Cassian—not even in being in the same room as him.

“I’ve made my thoughts clear enough on what I want from you.”

He didn’t know why the hell he cared. Why he’d bothered.

She’d made it clear enough in those initial days after that last battle that she wanted nothing to do with him.

“I was dragged into this world of yours, this court.” “Then go somewhere else.”

“Stop following me. Stop trying to haul me into your happy little circle. Stop doing all of it.”

“Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do. If you can’t be bothered to try for my happy little circle’s sake, then at least try for them.”

“You think I can’t hear that male in your bedroom, trying to quietly put on his clothes and sneak out the window?”

Elucien are coming along quite nicely -

“You betrayed us.”

Her eyes went frank and cold. “I was to be married in a few days.”

“She wants nothing to do with me.” / And as for here …” He shook off my grip and headed for the door. “I can’t stand to be in the same room as her for more than two minutes.

“You couldn’t say a single word to him? A pleasant greeting?”

“He brought you a present.” Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

“Where’s Elain?” “I am not always in this city to see my mate.” The last two words dripped with discomfort.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #feysand #nessian #mating bond #rowan and aelin #elorcan #sarah j mass #elain x lucien #lucien and elain

[astrababyy]

The mating bond is trash. You’d have think that with true mates they’d have some similar interests besides like very bare minimum. But then again Rhysand said so himself, it’s just putting the two physically fit matches to create better and stronger fae. What if Feyre never got all the abilities she got???? Would she still be the best mate choice for Rhys? Some eugenics shit SJM writes and it doesn’t help that she is a white lady. Ick

you're so right anon the mating bond is SO BAD

like??? it's so questionable lmao. think about it too hard, and it really does read like magical eugenics. the two main mating bonds we have from this series (nessian and feysand) have both proven to be incredibly toxic relationships, and the men in these relationships probably never would've given af about the women in them without that bond leading them around.

the thing that probably bothers me the most about these bonds in particular is that there's like this innate attraction to it on the men's end so it ends up being really icky like idk man. it's fucking gross how these things are created lmao.

it is JUST survival of the fittest, and the fae fall for it hook line and sinker 😞

the entire thing with the fae just reeks of eugenics and who’s better bullshit. you can just tell from how it’s worded, yk?

and the way the mating bonds are portrayed doesn’t help matters. out of every example we have in the acotar universe, there is all of ONE healthy, official relationship between mates — and even then, vivienne and kallias barely count since we know like nothing about them lmao. every other example — feysand, tamlin’s parents, rhysand’s parents, nessian, etc. — are all terrible, particularly to the women involved. even a lot of the theory mating pairs are toxic asf lmao, like even the fandom has the unconscious realization that these bonds tend not to be healthy.

it’s just… *waves hands maniacally* bad, anon. that’s all i can really say abt it. it’s such an icky thing to think about, really. imagine forcing two random strangers into such a bond, and then artificially crafting a near-obsessive attraction on the male’s side. and for what? for some shallow wish fulfillment? yk what, there’s nothing wrong with a wish fulfillment book, but please market said book as such instead of being the holier-than-thou gospel of modern feminism. i mean, ffs.

if y'all ever wanna read how bad i am at answering asks, just check out the first draft of this response 🙃

yeah, that was such an icky line to put in the books — "sometimes the bond is just shoving together the ones that'd make the best offspring". like??

okay, in fairness, a dichotomy of a near-sentient magic with a mindset of survival of the fitness facing off against a faerie society that's evolved past that could be so interesting. but that's a convo for another day.

There's definitely this underlying level of gross implications to it. You'd think it'd be like the people who can help each other become the best versions of themselves. and maybe that could tie into fate and how these mating bonds significantly impact the lives of these pairs and how they later go on to impact the world as a whole. that'd be interesting. if the mating bonds were rare and considered to be like an omen promising great change. actually, wait, that's cool. i like that idea lmao.

i'm getting so side-tracked in this ask im sorry anon lol.

ANYWAY, since it's NOT that, instead it's based off, like you said, what is essentially magical eugenics. there's actually something so dystopian about it. like, even rhysand who is the most powerful high lord is the son of a mated pair. the fact that faeries aren't discriminated based on whether they're a child of a mated pair or not, with the comment rhysand made in mind, is pretty interesting. (it's also probably just a side effect of poor worldbuilding but yk).

going back to what you said about what'd happen if feyre hadn't gotten the high lord powers. i think, if we go in universe and try to make sense of it, it depends on the way the mating bonds work and how much sway they have over fate, etc. if feyre didn't get those powers, would the mating bond use other methods to make her powerful enough to be "worthy" of ending up with rhys? because the bond's already snapped in place at this point lmao so what then? is a genuine concern.

#this is why nobody sends me asks lmao #i can never get my thoughts in order enough to respond logically #anti sjm #anti feysand #anti nessian #astrababyy #sjm critical #astrababyy asks

[kayla-2]

hi! I was just wondering if you think we’ll see more of Feyre’s powers in the upcoming book. I’m currently on acowar but I got some spoilers for acosf about an upcoming war(???)

if that’s the case, what role do you think feysand is going to play — I know sjm said she has like 2 more novels and 1 novella in mind for the series so how do you think she’ll wrap it up because I need to see more of Feyre’s power 🤨

I’m honestly not sure.

I PERSONALLY think Sarah doesn’t do well with multiple perspective or keeping characters consistent (hofas/acosf) she just likes flashy descriptions. Her lack of showing and not just telling is going to continue to make her books decline with mix reviews. Her love of describing the men bodies and how beautiful they are is definitely a priority over actual development. She would rather write about beautiful and powerful Rhys is. She wants certain scenes and events, so she twist, forget, and change important information to get it. I’m just not sure about Feyres fate. I think the next acotar book is going to be her last chance for me. If it’s not spectacular I won’t care about the series after acowar..

I really loved crescent city but the last book was horrible and needed major editing and was no where near the first book. Acosf was trash for me. I’m just not confident in her abilities at all.

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[shallyne]

Feysand Week Day Six

Whoops, it became slightly longer than intended

It was fucking cold and way too late to be this far out into the steppes but it was important, Rhys had to retrieve the spellbook and the only one who could help them was the Keeper of the Lost. Rhys had never met them himself, they preferred be left alone. Similar like to Weaver they collected things, but the difference was that the Weaver kept things that were given freely while the Keeper of the Lost hoarded things that they found, that were lost, and if Rhys was lucky, they could help find the spellbook that vanished many years ago.

He stepped over tiny piles of junk, confused why they lay outside in the cold. The Keeper of the Lost was usually extremely of its possessions, at least that's what he had heard. It was probably some legend that was much more dramatized than it actually was. "Hello?" he called out at the blue front tmdoor that led into a shed, the paint already chipping. When nononswere came, he pressed down the handle of the door, which opened with a squeak. He closed the door behind him, surprised that the shed wasn't full of trash or little treasures, only an abandoned workbench sat in the corner and a stairway that led downwards. He breathed out, the breath clouding in front of his face through the cold and took the first step, listening if he could make out any noise. Halfway down the stairs he found a lantern, his powers did a quick job of lightning it and he continued his way down. His eyes could adjust better in the dark than a mortal could but he didn't take any chances because he couldn't see fully in the dark and he did not know what he could expect when he reached the room below. Another door, also blue but darker than the one above, greeted him and he quietly opened it, keeping it open as he stepped into the room. "Holy shit," he mumbled to himself. Piles and piles of junk were before him. Old, scrapped metal, bikes, dollhouses, chairs, bikes, wood planks, ship wheels, old clothes, toys, anything actually.

"Hello?" Rhys called out again. Something crashed from the other side of the room. He winced but stood glued to his spot, listening to the noise. Rustling of paper and scraping of metal sounded, the noise quickly coming closer. Then he heard clanging and scratching, as if something was trying to crawl up the mountain of junk, until he could make out a pale hand on the highest pile. "Hi!" Rhys said, "Are you the Keeper of the Lost?"

A head of golden-brown disheveled hair and a pair of blue-gray eyes peeked over the pile, taking Rhys in. The only sound between them was a sniff and rough voice mumbled, "Night Court." more to itself than him, so Rhys didn't respond. "Who sent you?" it addressed him.

"I'm High Lord Rhysand, I am here to ask for your help. It is urgent." he said, standing straight as the Keeper eyes him warily. It crawled over the pile, and slid down towards him using it as a slide, landing on its back. As it jumped to his feed Rhysand realized this wasn't a creature, it was a girl. She looked young, but appearances didn't say anything in Prythian. The Keeper was centuries old, millenia even in some stories. As she jumped to her feet in one fluid motion, she cackled.

"You don't even deem to knock but instantly ask for a favor. Only a High Lord could be so arrogant." she shook her head, her disheveled hair reaching to her hip in soft waves. She was wearing a baggy jeans overall with a thick, black sweater underneath and leather boots. This deep in winter she should be freezing in that getup but she didn't seem to mind. "Your ilk didn't bother me for a long time. I'll humor you, Rhysand of the Night Court, what is so urgent? And please call me Feyre, I don't like being addressed as the Keeper, I'm so much more."

Rhys cleared his throat, confused about that sudden mood swing but he said, "The spellbook from the King of Hybern has vanished, we need to find it to prevent a war." he told her.

She tilted her head to one side, then to the other, like a confused puppy. Her blue eyes were blazing, "What is your payment?"

"No war in these lands?" Feyre kept quiet at his failed attempt at humor and Rhys retrieved a sack of gold coins, holding it out to her. Feyre laughed out loud, her fangs glinting in the light of the lantern.

"Rhysand of the Night Court," she said, her voice sounding condescending but somehow intrigued at the same time. "" You didn't do your homework, did you? I don't deal in coins, I don't need it." he raised his brows as his gaze wandered to all the junk and Feyre bared her teeth in warning. Fair enough, he supposed that was rude. "I want a memory."

"No." Rhys instantly declined. He knew these tricks. It didn't matter how unimportant the memory seemed, it would change someone irrevocably.

Feyre shrugged. "Then we don't have a deal," she turned around. "Goodbye Rhysand of the Night Court."

He ground his teeth at the dismissal. He watched her as she walked towards another pile, smaller than the one she first slid down. "Something else!" he called after her. "Anything else."

Feyre whirled around, tapping her chin in thought. "How about," she grinned, "A secret."

Rhys swallowed. "Alright," he agreed. "A secret in return for your knowledge."

"A secret of my choice in return for my knowledge." she said, a devilish glint in her eyes. "Is it a bargain?"

"It's a bargain." Rhys replied.

Feyre squealed in delight, skipping over to Rhys, snatching a chair from one of the piles. "Sit down, Rhysand!" she said and Rhysand didn't have a choice but to. The chair squeaked under his weight and he was half afraid it would give in. He almost lost balance, trying to grip something to stabilize himself but Feyre slapped his hand away, "Don't touch my belongings!"

Rhys quickly removed his hand from the pile, mumbling "Gremlin." as Feyre dug her fingers into his hair, her nails burying into his scalp as she hummed. It was a weird feeling. It wasn't as if a Daemati was looking into your head but it felt like someone opened an album full of memories inside your mind and Feyre was skimming through every page. "So many regrets," she murmured to herself. "So much politic, isn't that boring? I don't need that." she kept humming, then suddenly stopped with a gasp. Rhys's eyes widened at the memory she stopped at, the memory he pushed so deep down and tried to forget. Never talked about it in shame. The evening when his mother told him that she would visit a war camp with his sister and Rhys promised them to meet up but he had stayed elsewhere that evening. How he had trusted Tamlin with that information and he had betrayed him return. He had only told one person that he had promised his mother to meet up and that he didn't, his cousin Mor. He hadn't told anyone else, so ashamed that he failed his mother and his little sister so badly, that he couldn't protect them. Save them. Feyre took this memory. His vision blurred bit Feyre didn't seem to know what was going on, so engrossed in taking his secret. "All done!" she retrieved a little book out of her front pocket, opened it to a specific page and showed it to Rhysand, his secret written on that page. "Isn't it pretty?" she patted his shoulder, pocketing the book again.

"The spellbook," she said in thought, sitting on another pile in front of Rhys, locking eyes with him. "A friend of mine told me about it once. I think you heard about it, the Suriel." she sighed, "The Spellbook was retrieved by the mortal queens. It's resting in their castle on the continent, in the highest room of the tower in the north wing. It's protected by wards but your second in command should be able to take them down without a problem." she waved her hand and stood up, walking away from Rhysand. "I'll see you around, Rhysand and please knock the next time you'll visit." she looked over her shoulder. "Which, I suppose, will be very soon."

Rhys didn't have time to answer to Feyre's cryptic exclamation, still feeling numb from the memory. He walked away from Feyre's keep and although he got his answer, more and more questions bubbled up in his mind and they all had to do with the Keeper of the Lost.

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[stay-forever-sunday]

Watermelon Slice

Summary: Feyre has never gone sledding. Rhysand is reckless. Tamlin's an idiot. Chaos.

Rating: G

Notes: I had chocolate for breakfast and this is what came out of it. This wasn't beta read, any mistake is my own. I'll try to edit them out as I find them. English is not my first language and I'm not convinced my fingers are properly connected to my brain. Thank you for reading.

Words: 967

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Feysand Week 2023 Day Two: 🎨Hobbies, both shared and apart 🎨

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“We can do whatever the hell we want!” Rhysand exclaimed, grabbing Feyre’s hand and pulling her along with him as they ran. The fresh, rain-scented air tangled knots in her hair, but with his warm fingers intertwined with hers, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

“You know that’s not true, right?” She laughed, skidding through the wet grass fearlessly; Feyre knew he’d catch her if she fell. 

“It is if we don’t get caught!” He tugged her along, encouraging Feyre to go faster as the thunders rolled around them. The sled he clutched close to his chest wasn’t even his, to begin with, they were hiding in the bushes as they waited for the perfect opportunity to steal it from someone’s garage just down the block from the patch of grass they now stomped on. 

“He is going to be so pissed.” Either the wind seemed to carry her words away from his ears or he had chosen to ignore what he didn’t want to hear. Knowing him, the second option was more likely.

The hill Rhys dragged her up was more inclined on the other side, and that went according to his plan. Feyre had confessed to never sledding in the snow as a child; he was outraged and as soon as rain started pouring, he grabbed her hand and off into the downpour they went. The grass was drowning in water from the summer storm and he hoped the glide down the other side of the slope would be smooth. 

“You cannot be serious, Rhys, we’re going to die.” Peeking down the hill made her stomach drop. Her dramatic antiques were well known now – and sometimes ignored – he remained silent and plopped the sled onto the grassy hilltop. The plastic contraption was barely big enough for one of them and about as comfortable as a watermelon slice, but Rhysand decided they would both need to fit if only to make sure Feyre wouldn’t jump out before he pushed her down. 

“Come, sit on my lap.” When he was settled, Rhys pulled Feyre onto his lap, tucking her back close to his chest. Rhysand wiggled under her and she promptly slapped the outside of his thigh, uncaring that the sting could either get him to stop or egg him on. “Come on, Feyre, isn’t this the moment you’ve been waiting for?”

“You’re a pig.” 

Lightening and thunders greeted them left and right, and if those didn’t kill them, then the guy they stole the piece-of-trash-watermelon-slice sled from certainly would. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?!” A burly blond man panted a few feet away from them, drenched from head to toe in rain. “Give it back. Now.” They were absolutely not going to stay to talk to him, nope. Especially when they were the ones in the wrong. There was a rush of adrenaline from getting caught and Feyre felt her stomach almost wrap around her throat.

“Quick, quick, let’s go!” Rhysand felt quick taps on his legs, his companion encouraging him to push them down the hill before Tamlin could get his brute’s hands on them. 

“Goodbye, fucker!” The dark-haired man under her waved his free hand to the angry beast and Feyre giggled, actually giggled as they were gliding down the wet grass. She threw her arms up for all of three seconds before clinging to his legs in hopes of anchoring herself to him. She wondered if Tamlin would trip and fall if he tried to run after them, but he was surprisingly graceful, and slow as heck, as he strutted down the hillside. 

The couple ditched the sled as soon as it came to a stop, their hands tangled together once more and they ran as fast as they could to a busy street. Feyre turned briefly to look behind her when Tamlin had finally reached his precious, sun-discolored, plastic sled. He held it to his chest so dearly that she wondered if he had become one of those hoarders from the TV shows. Enough, she decided there would be no more dwelling on it, she left him behind. 

Her thoughts drifted back to Rhysand, to how annoying yet grounding he was. His fingers, cold against hers, were the reminder she needed to know she was safe – cared for, loved. The rain started pouring fast again, their footsteps splashing water as they went, laughter bubbling its way out of them.

It was hard work getting air into their lungs, when she could finally breathe and talk at the same time, Feyre smiled and turned to him. "I can't believe we did this!" 

Rhysand shrugged, stuffing his free hand inside his wet pocket, the long fingers from the other intertwined with hers. "It's my new favorite hobby. Seeing you laugh and smile so freely." 

She beamed and he wondered if it could light up the darkest places of his soul. "Extra points if I get to piss off Tampon in the process." He played, but she could feel an edge of truth in his words.

"You are incorrigible!" The small palm of her hand collided with his chest and he chuckled at the sting. Rhys didn't bother trying to defend himself, they both knew he would go out of his way to taunt Tamlin whenever he could. 

And it felt safe. Even with lightning striking left and right, and the sound of the thunder rumbling loud enough to make the ground shake. 

Rhysand brought their attached hands to his lips, letting his warm breath seep through their fingers. “How freezing are you?” 

“Uh, I’ll survive, I guess. Why?” Streetlights reflected in his bright blue eyes and suddenly he was the only thing she could see. The eyes and the shit-eating grin. 

“Because now we need ice cream.” And so it began again.  

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[c-e-d-dreamer]

Hi! I just finished reading your gargoyle Lucien and Cassian, and I was wondering if you're planning to continue the series? I need gargoyle Az!!! I just know he'd be such a sexy gargoyle. Does he still have shadows as a gargoyle?

Well... You see... About that....

Here's the thing, Lovely Anon. First, I'm glad you read and enjoyed my Gargoyle Nessian and Elucien. That means a lot, so thank you 🥰 and I will say that I did have every intention of finishing the series. Of doing all 4 Gargoyles. But....

Well... In order for Gargoyle Azriel's plot to work, he needs to be the only Gargoyle remaining up on the roof. Which means technically Gargoyle Rhysand has to go first. And I did start him! I actually wrote all the way up to the point where Feyre is on the roof and the sun sets and Rhys comes to life and makes a cheeky comment to her and she throws a shoe at him (in very Classic Feysand Fashion)

But now he's in the trash of my Google Docs

So yeah... Probably not the answer you were looking for. I'm sorry! But if you want to know what the plot of Gargoyle Az was going to be, let a girl know! Happy to tell you what would have happened

#I'm just not welcome in the Feysand community #which is fine and fair #I'm a Rhys hater after all #so I don't take it personally #and I just don't think it's fair of me to go into their community with a Feysand fic #so imma just stay out of it #just stay on my side of the fandom where I belong #answered