#no hate to tamlin apologists

[lorcandidlucienwill]

“My apologies, lady. I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary. Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.” “We’re not going to bite.” Lucien’s white teeth gleamed in a way that suggested otherwise. “If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” “So there’s singing and dancing and excessive drinking,” Lucien chimed in, falling into step beside me. “And dallying,” he added with a wicked grin. Lucien was crouched over me, frowning. “I couldn’t heal you completely—they would know someone helped you. The bruises are there, along with a hideous black eye, but … all the swelling’s gone.” “And my nose?” I said, feeling it before he answered. “Fixed—as pert and pretty as before.” He smirked at me. “Her name, Emissary?” Amarantha asked of Lucien. But Lucien only glanced at Tamlin before closing his eyes and squaring his shoulders.

Feyre: *falls for Tamlin and Rhysand* Me: 👁️👄👁️

#no hate to tamlin apologists #but i would've chosen lucien #so fast #SO FAST #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #not even a second glance at tam tam #feycien #elucien #lucnes #lucien supremacy #on my knees #acotar #feyre archeron #elain better have some brains #anti rhysand

[aho-dapa]

TW: vent

No, because ACOFAS is genuinely so sadistic in its treatment of Tamlin. I'm actually deep in my depression rn and just all of that, all of those scenes of Rhys being heartless, genuinely sickening. Genuinely.

Listen, I'm probably projecting, but Tamlin is portrayed to have such a deep loneliness and depression (unlike Feyre's whose can be argued to be healed through love) and as someone who's depression doesn't go away for shit, I actually relate to him in this aspect. He's such a comfort character to me. Like I don't even know how to explain.

And I try to like Feyre, I know I did at some point, but like all of sjm's fucking characters, I lose them at some point. I even try to like Rhys. But I love Tamlin. And I actually hate that I'm in a fandom that literally won't treat people with respect over this. I hate that I actually relate more to a character that's actively villainized by the same narrative he was once celebrated in. I hate sjm's shoddy fucking attempts at mental health. I hate that I've come to find out that I both love and hate this series for some godforsaken reason.

In sjm's characterization of Tamlin as a villain she makes such a relatable character to me. And I haven't even gotten into how disgusting this series is sometimes. Everything with Tamlin feels like a desecration of writing, of the care put into writing, of the sacred feeling of creating. Of parading a dark fantasy with makeshift plot and calling it healing. It's a fucking massacre.

And I know that I've never gotten that deep of what writing means to me, it's literally my purpose in life, it's what helps me wake up in the morning. And I don't mean to say people can't write wish fulfillment books but fuck, sjm's books feel like personal fuck you sometimes with mental health.

I wish I could read this series for fun. I wish I could. I wish that I could separate what this book meant to me when I was going through personal shit. Because for all that I hate these books, some part of me loves the characters she's made. The fact that the characters I love in this series are shit on in canon is actually really tragic.

I wish I could look at Papa Archeron and not see a depressed disabled man. I wish I could look at Tamlin and not see my darkest moments. I wish I could like the wish fulfillment story sjm is trying to write.

I most of all, out of everything, I just wish this series acknowledged what it was. It's like, by putting out the message that these books are about abuse, it actively tells people to pay attention. It's about changing my mindset dark fic to hey I want to actually say something to you, and the message sjm says is actually fucking hurtful?

I say this again, because this series had the audacity to tell me to take it seriously only to spit in my face and my actual real life experiences.

Like, I don't know if I'm explaining this well, and I generally never get this heated about a series, but it gets a bit difficult sometimes to act 'professional' in my opinions when this series genuinely upsets me sometimes?? Yknow, like, yeah I'm gonna continue reading it, and I'll probably enjoy it too. But I'm also going to hate it. It's strange and I don't really understand it.

In the end, I feel like I'm reading dark fic (not seriously) when I'm reading it but then it zaps me right back into telling me to take it seriously and I just, it's exhausting sometimes. And tbh, most of this is the fandom.

Excuse my language, but sjm can actually do fuck all at this point, I don't care, but it does matter when this fandom cannot be kind. Like actually pause to think about anon hate. I honestly don't need some stranger calling me an abuse apologist for liking a fictional character after the shit I have actually gone through.

And if you've made it this far into this rant, I'm gonna be fine. I just needed to acknowledge that this series, mostly the fandom, is actually shitty, and I'm sure some other people agree.

#i also HATE the tamlin apologist thing #its literally in the name #gods #pro tamlin #i guess #acotar era

[freyjas-musings]

So I posted a funny reel about Feyre and Lucien returning to Night after destroying the spring court on my IG (she was pretty clever in the way she executed the entire thing anyone who wants to argue can do so with the wall)

This one moral police came into the comment section about how I have "Forgotten" the injustice that was done to the civilians of spring court.... I have deleted the comment but it had me thinking ...

Here is the deal and I want everyone to please pay attention .... " Spring Court" isn't REAL .... TAMLIN isn't real .... FEYRE AND LUCIEN ARENT REAL

These are fictional books with fictional scenarios.... don't be a weirdo who judges real people based on humorous takes on fictional characters and situations unless its a social issue which affects real people ... And no I am not offended or frustrated ... I am amused ... It takes a lot more than that to affect me ... the locus of my identity is interior to me ... 😅😅

I see this with other things too.... If you dislike Azriel you are a feminist ... Nope, not true at all especially if you are an Elain apologist at the same time ... You can empathise with Elain and her behaviour towards Lucien and Nesta based on her trauma while simultaneously disregarding Azriel's unresolved childhood trauma of 500 years and the affect its had on his behaviour?...

That's not Feminism that's just an ordinary stan who doesn't like Az ... Please feel free to leave the word Feminism out of it ... Hate Az for the character traits and own it as a personal preference... its not going to make it any less relevant ... That's totally justifiable (don't attach pro women agenda thats when it becomes weird and politically incorrect)

"Choice" is another famous word in this fandom ... I don't know how young you kids are but as someone who has had multiple relationships before settling in with my husband I can tell choices change for different reasons ... so the entire discourse on choice at a given time is already a failed concept... That isn't Feminism and most certainly not when the same bunch weaponize another character's SA ... you are just an ordinary toxic child throwing a tantrum trying to manipulate your way into making your point 😅

Don't use fictional nonsense to judge real people its stupid and borderlines on delusional

#acotar #acomaf #acosf #acosf theory #Feyre #elain archeron #nesta #Azriel #shadowsinger #fandom BS #gwyneth berdara #pro gwyn #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #pro nesta

[fieldofdaisiies]

two month story wrap up and shout out part 2: canon/fanon ships

I haven't read many stories in the past months, but I managed to catch up with some. so were we go, a little shout out to amazing creators and my absolute favourite stories I have read lately.

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Remember, We're Madly in Love - by @velidewrites; Feysand AU; as all her work incredibly well-written and very exciting to read, one warning: you won't be able to stop, so save some time to read it, it is so worth it. not only are the characters were well developed but the whole scenery is so beautifully described in so much detail and with so much love

You and I are going to change the world - by @velidewrites; Shadow&Bone AU; there is only one chapter out so far, but from that you already know that this is going to be another amazing story by this incredibly talented author.

The Valkyrie's Wolf - by @headcanonheadcase; such a cute idea to write about Gwyn and Ithan; I loved the idea and loved the little stories for SJM romance week even more. also if you like Gwynriel you definitely have to check out her other works, such a talented writer.

Cowboy Like Me - by @separatist-apologist; Nessian AU; the idea...god, I loved it. save a horse ride a cowboy, you know? now serious, just like all her other stories so incredibly well written, loved it so much.

The Death of Peace of Mind - by @separatist-apologist; Eris x OC, and when Eris Vanserra meets a bad omen's song I know immediately it is good and it was...so damn good.

I've Got a Hundred Thrown Out Speeches I Almost Said to You - by @the-lonelybarricade; you want angsty Elucien, you shall receive. I loved this so much and felt the pain and all sorts of emotions, so so well written.

You Look Like Bad News - by @the-lonelybarricade; Elucien; this is most definitely the fic I have read the most on this platform, I cannot even count the times of how often I went back to this fic just to read it again. this is just sooooo good, so you all have to read it, this is an order!!

Forget Me Not - by @moononastring; Elucien; this is the first Elucien story and I have no idea how many times I have re-read it, probably as many times as the you look like bad news story. I still love the story just as much as the first time reading it, it is simply amazing.

fics I am looking forward to reading (because they look soooo good)

Prythians Fantasia - by @vulpes-fennec; an acotar circus au that looks more than promising and I am literally counting the days until it comes out

Ex Luna Scientia - @kingofsummer93; acotar x hogwarts AU; like you already caught my attention when choosing a latin titel, because that is what I did with all my big stories. I cannot wait to finally start reading this, because everything about it sounds so amazing.

Trust in My Hate - by @ofduskanddreams; Azris owns my heart and I know for sure this story will too. looking so forward to reading it.

You Can Be the Beauty and I Can Be the Monster - by @isterofimias; Tamlin x Briar you say? I cannot believe I haven't read that yet and now that I discovered it I cannot wait to finally read it.

art shoutout:

@krem-does-stuff and all her art works. she is an incredibly talented artist and does such beautiful art it always draws small tears to my eyes. she deserves to have her art seen by everyone, it is truly incredibly.

general shout out to

@sunshinebingo @autumndreaming7 @acourtofthought @lady-rieldyriel @iambutmortal @octobers-veryown @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @queercontrarian I couldn't decide for a specific story of yours or you don't even write and just contribute to the fandom in other ways, so here my little shout out to you for being so vital in this fandom and all of you adding so much positivity. you are amazing.

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

#elucien #feysand #eris x oc #acotar #acosf #daisiies recommondations📖 #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

[gingerwritess]

bloodlust

a very dark story of some of Helion’s experiences under the mountain.

warnings: gore, smut, angst, drunkenness, dubious consent, Lucien getting abused

*throwing this at you from behind a brick wall cause yes i owe you a million updates but here’s an unrelated fic instead*

Even though @separatist-apologist holds the title for naming LoA and i honestly can’t think of her as anyone other than Amera, I tried to give her a name of my own, Liadhain, which is Irish Gaelic for “doomed heroine” and “grey lady,” pronounced “lee-awn.” Now go read MBs stuff you won’t regret it

read it on ao3!

When Amarantha took the youngest of Beron’s litter to be her personal plaything, Helion grinned.

Good, he’d thought bitterly, watching blood stain the red hair that marked the young male as Autumn. If he couldn’t make Beron bleed himself, he’d take any drop of his blood that was spilled by any hands.

He had to turn from his lady Liadhain, screaming behind Beron’s palm as they watched Amarantha slice Lucien open and send him back to Tamlin in pieces, before the urge to intervene on her behalf overcame all good sense and got the newest High Lord of Day killed, too.

When Lucien came back with Tamlin’s refusal and spat at her feet, Helion hated him a little more for it. Even when Beron scoffed at his exiled son and told Amarantha that he laid no claim to the boy, that he would bear no sorrow if she took his head from his shoulders, Helion wished she would make him suffer instead of killing him. He looked that stubborn, terrified young male in the eye as she pondered what part of him to keep for herself before sending him back to Tamlin and imagined it was Beron on his knees before her uncontainable power, Beron’s blood seeping into the cracks in the stone, Beron’s blood that Amarantha made Liadhain kneel in and touch. Liadhain wouldn’t be begging for Beron’s life like she begged for Lucien’s.

In his twisted fantasy, Liadhain handed Amarantha the sword that took his head off. Liadhain smiled so sweetly as Beron’s blood splattered her crimson dress and in this dark shadow of a wish Liadhain ran to him and kissed him with the taste of Beron still on her bloodstained lips.

Helion watched Amarantha carve out a piece of Lucien’s thigh and pondered which golden wall in the palace he would paint with Beron’s blood.

Amarantha’s frequent banquets brought a new slew of dreams to his troubled sleep. They plagued his daily thoughts too, and in this fantasy amidst the dark, moist walls of the throne room, it was his lap that Liadhain writhed on, not Beron’s. In this fantasy she was sober, kissing his neck and giggling because she wanted to, not because she’d gulped down four glasses of faerie wine just to find some way to cope with the horrors that another of Amarantha’s banquets promised. And in his fantasy it was her chest that he bit at, her slim hands that tipped more wine down his throat, her pale, freckled body that he had pinned against a pillar by the banquet table, her sweet, breathless sighs that had people glancing over their shoulders at them.

Their sons would look away in embarrassed shame, happily, half-heartedly disgusted by how in love their parents were, not because of the drunken laughter and filthy promises that had Eris and Ronan slinking into the shadows with their other brothers, their pale cheeks burning red.

And in the morning she would wake half-naked on his bare chest, not Beron’s, and she wouldn’t vomit in a corner of the throne room amidst laughter at her expense, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He wouldn’t watch her from across the room, still half-hard in the body of a female he’d never remember.

Helion let out a feral cheer alongside the rest of her court when Amarantha dragged Lucien’s limp body to the center that night.

That night, he wanted to be the one digging his nails into that ruddy, handsome Autumn face. He wanted to be the one feeling Beron’s blood crusting under his fingernails. Helion stared, numb and deaf to the screams from the Lady of the Autumn Court, as Amarantha dug his russet eye from its socket. When even Beron looked away, his face papery white and his arm around Liadhain’s trembling waist, Helion grit his teeth into a grin and watched her drop the bloody eyeball to the dirty ground and squish it into a pulpy red mess next to Beron’s son. He forced a chuckle when Lucien lifted a shaking, filthy finger to his eye and prodded the empty hole, mumbling incoherently, and in his fantasy it was Beron’s sobbing, feverish mess of a body that he stepped over on his way to the drinks.

In Helion’s fantasy it was him, not Beron, who stroked the hair from Liadhain’s face, who pressed his lips to her forehead as she slipped into paralyzed shock; it was him, someone more worthy of touching her skin who steadied her as she forced herself to look at her son, and when she stubbornly lifted the arm of her son who was a good two heads taller than her over her shoulders, in his fantasy it was Helion who silently lifted Lucien’s other arm over his own shoulders to help her carry him out of his own vomit and away from the center of another party.

In the moment, it was the most kindness Beron Vanserra had ever shown.

—

Lucien Vanserra came back with a golden eye, chunks of his handsome face missing, and a newfound inferno of a temper.

Amarantha threw Tamlin a masquerade ball to apologize—she’d maimed his pretty emissary.

“The scars will just help you win over the ladies,” Helion drunkenly told him at the masquerade, shoving him in the chest with too much force to be friendly.

Lucien hadn’t found it funny, that golden eye whirring behind his fox mask.

There was no blood at that banquet, only pearl and gold and precious gems studded across faerie brows, writhing bodies in the darkness of the dance floor. And Lucien whispering to Liadhain in a dim alcove, clutching her hands in his.

Helion had had too much to drink, and when he shoved Lucien into the wall snarling that he get his filthy hands off of her, she smacked him in the chest and whispered shrieks at him to stop it before he got all three of them killed. Blood throbbed through his head in time with the pounding drums, and Lucien still hadn’t regained enough strength to fight him back, stumbling against the wall like his coward of a father, and Helion reared back to hit him in the stomach because he should be punished for being Beron’s son, not his.

Liadhain screamed softly, tears streaking her face and Helion couldn’t remember what she looked like without tear stains. The thought froze his fist before it sunk into the barely-healed rips in Lucien’s torso, and the present faded into nothing but blurry streaks as she cursed at him and gripped his shaking wrist and yanked him down a dark corridor.

In his fantasy, Helion wasn’t drunk when she slammed him against a musty cave wall and kissed him until he tasted blood. In his fantasy he was sure it was her who shoved his toga off his shoulder and smeared his face with her tears. When he dreams of her and the way it should’ve gone, he remembers the pain of her nails piercing the skin of his chest and how he deserved so much worse and he remembers how she climbed his stupid, drunk body to fuck herself on him with tears in her eyes, always tears, always fucking tears in her eyes and in his fantasies he gave her everything she needed without having to ask.

But in the moment all he knew was a haze of red and a knife in his chest as she kissed him for the first time in three hundred years and in the moment he couldn’t savor it because he was too drunk to be sure that it was her. In the moment he fucked her like she was anyone else but in his fantasies he knew it was her and he loved her so fucking hard that she killed Beron in his sleep that night and dragged her bloody hands down Helion’s back as he drove into her with as much force as she had possessed when she drove a knife into Beron’s heart.

In that moment, and the next moment when she looked at him with hollow eyes and nothing but regret, Helion realized he was no better than Beron.

When the human girl sold herself to Amarantha and her Night Court whore, Liadhain drank an entire bottle of faerie wine and kissed Beron so sweetly before climbing off his lap to meet Helion in their dark, empty corridor. In Helion’s fantasies, Liadhain wasn’t using him; she wouldn’t stumble towards him grasping at her dress or drunkenly fumble at his cock. She wouldn’t frown when she looked at him and couldn’t remember where they were, and she wouldn’t whisper Beron’s name and slap at his hand when Helion squeezed her throat just a touch too tightly. In his fantasies, he had her in every capacity.

In the moment, he would take her in any.

Liadhain ran out of tears by the time Tamlin whipped Lucien to the bone in front of the court.

She sat on Beron’s lap and watched Tamlin flay the flesh from his back, her eyes sunken and dry as Lucien fought so hard to keep from screaming.

Helion dreamt it was Beron’s screams that filled her ears; his lap that she sat on. Or his hand holding the whip, cutting out Beron’s spine and presenting it to her to snap in two.

But it was Liadhain’s son who met his gaze through the molten gold of his mask, one of Liadhain’s eyes that silently begged him to end this torment just before his best friend tore another strip of flesh from his back.

Helion tried to find another fantasy before the next crack of the whip. Tried to put Beron’s face behind that mask, that screaming, ghostly face. Liadhain’s took its place, and Helion stumbled backwards in horror when the whip cracked across her back and she screamed for mercy, for death, for help, and when she needed him most, he turned on his heel and ran, ran to their corridor and vomited.

—

In Helion’s fantasies, they had a son.

A chubby, happy, bouncy babe that gnawed on his fingers and was always a little happier to see his mother than when Helion showed up. In his fantasy, he didn’t mind one bit, and was just as pleased to watch his mate take their son in her arms and cuddle him close in the crook of her neck.

In his fantasies, Liadhain came home to him, told him about her days, left her dirty laundry on his floor. She would smile softly when Helion would be so, so happy that he glowed, and when he kissed her he knew he didn’t have to savor it because he could kiss her again the next second.

When Helions fantasies came true, he almost wished they hadn’t.

None of his fantasies started with begging his scarred son for forgiveness. None of them included Liadhains hatred, nor the contempt he couldn’t help having at her for ruining what could have been. None of them included the scars that they left on each other Under the Mountain.

In this moment, Beron is rotting at the bottom of the ocean with a slice in his throat, and Liadhain is crawling into Helion’s bed. All is right in the world until Helion closes his eyes, his face buried in the sweet scent of her red hair, his arm around her waist so she never slips away again.

Then Helion closes his eyes, and in his dreams, it is his lap that Liadhain writhes on. It’s his neck that she kisses, but that’s wine on her breath, on her lips, and her eyes won’t focus, and when he tries to kiss her she fights him. In his dreams, she wakes on his chest but she still vomits in a corner and Helion is the one laughing, and in his dreams he cheers and watches as Amarantha nearly kills his son over, and over, and over again.

In this moment, all his fantasies have come true. In Helion’s dreams, his fantasies are nothing but fodder for his nightmares. And when he wakes in a cold sweat, Liadhain’s warm breath curling over his collarbone, he thinks he might deserve to be rotting at the bottom of the ocean with a slit across his throat, too.

#helion x lady of autumn #helion spell cleaver #lady of autumn #lucien vanserra #autumn court #acotar #acomaf #acosf

[bookishfeylin]

I know you’ve already talked about this before but I am still baffled that Bat Bitch lovers hate Tamlin for physically hurting Feyre (rightfully so, nothing excuses this and I also want Tamlin to grovel at Feyre’s feet) in a moment where he unintentionally loses control of his magic and in the same breath excuse the fact that their Lord and Savior physically and intentionally twisted a bone in Feyre’s arm to force her to accept a binding contract and tattoo something (ugly and creepy af imo) onto her against her will. Like??? You all hate and despise Tamlin for an act that Rhysand took to the next level??? For an act Rhysand did purposefully??? Like you guys really said “Tamlin is an abuser, he hurt Feyre, he’s dangerous, he deserves to die and he deserves to have his court taken away from him BUT let’s make fanart of Rhysand sexually abusing Feyre and forget the fact that he twisted her bone and used that moment of her desperation to force a bond onto her.”

And for the love of fuck, Rhysand did not need to twist her bone. He did not need to force a bond onto her. He did not need to tattoo her against her will. If we’re gonna act like “oh you never know what it was like for Rhysand under Amarantha’s control” then I don’t want to hear one fucking person talk about “Tamlin definitely participated in Rhysand’s mother and sister’s death” because we don’t know what it was like for Tamlin to live in that household with a father more abusive and malicious than Beron and who was, coincidentally, working with Amarantha. (It’s like there’s a connection there or something??) At least in Tamlin’s case he was a fucking child. Rhysand’s 500 year old ass couldn’t think of a better way to help Feyre outside of physically harming her, sexually assaulting her and drugging her?? This is your Most Powerful High Lord of Prythian, I know you guys aren’t unaware that he had the exact set of skills needed to help Feyre in the best ways possible. His powers are literal darkness and memory manipulation, but please tell me again how he needed Feyre to consume drugged wine to make her forget what happened. Please tell me he needed to kiss her against her will when he could’ve shielded them with a blanket of darkness and made it look incriminating. Also you guys are the ones who keep bringing up the fact that Rhysand was a victim of sexual assault?? So why the fuck is he doing the same to someone else? To the supposed love of his life?

It lacks maturity to hate something just for the sake of hating it (because that’s what it is when you’re kissing the ground Rhysand walks on and hoping Tamlin dies in the most excruciating ways possible, when they’ve both done terrible things to Feyre). And its even more immature to love a character so maliciously flawed unconditionally. Tamlin stans don’t put him on an untouchable pedestal the way Rhysand stans do to Rhysand. We recognize that what Tamlin did was shitty and half of us don’t even ship him with Feyre after the events of ACOMAF. But god if one of us says one thing about Rhysand being less than perfect its yOuR aN aBuSe ApOlOgIsT. You don’t love Feyre if you think its okay to excuse one of her abusers but not the other.

I’m so sorry this got long and ranty but the way I still see these bullshit arguments in the year of our lord 2023 unabashed and without shame from people who claim to be Feyre stans drives me up a fucking wall

Same hereeeee

Most of the Tamlin stans are calmer, so I feel more comfortable vibing around you guys than the Feysand stans because the excuses for Rhysand's abuse are wild. Thus far I've only seen one Tamlin stan I had to block for being misogynistic towards Feyre and for apologizing for his abuse--which is still wrong, mind you, but not nearly the number of Incogonito Rhysan-- er, I meant Feyre--stans I've had to block for the same behavior. You'd think ACOSF would've been an awakening to Rhysand's abuse for these people, but it wasn't. He was ~retconned~ according to them, and it's funny that they're accusing Sarah of retconning a love interest's behavior when they once would die before admitting she does that lol

#ask #anon #anti feysand

[taylors-fourth-cat-meow]

Why do you like Tamlin despite everything he’s done? I feel like stans will take one look at people who still like that character and outright assume they’re an abuser apologist on sight lmao. So I wanted to know what you’re reasons for liking him are, perhaps to prove that his stans aren’t actually abuser apologists but people who just like a fictional character for perfectly good reasons.

And also because I’m curious. 🙃

Hi anon!!

Why I like Tamlin?....

Well, for starters, I fell for him in the first book. I mean who wouldn't? His character just seems so... Ethereal. The protagonist goes in the mystical land of the Fae and falls for their gorgeous king. I mean- u have to agree with me... Book 1 Tamlin>>> other sjm love interests.

He comes off as being kind and gentle and loving even after everything he has been through. He is struggling, evidently but that doesn't stop him from being what people need from him. Especially with Feyre. Oh how I love their chemistry in book 1. They understand each other and their pains. They have so much in common. And like- isn't Tamlin the dream bf every teenage girl wants? He's gorgeous, plays the fiddle, writes poem, takes you aesthetic dreamy places in his kingdom, says things like "don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy" AND THE MF LITERALLY HAS A CROWN OF SUNSHINE?!?

That being said, I loved Tamlin from the very start. So I obviously, didn't love how in acomaf sjm just went "PSYCHE!! Fck Tamlin u gotta love the sexual assaulter now cause I'm obsessed with his bat dick!!"

Like that just made me feel dumb for falling for Tamlin. And I resented that. Everything he did was so out of the blue, his character was up in flames and I was so mad at sjm for doing that to him. And goodness the narration was so whiney and annoying and self centred. It was so obvious that Tamlin was also struggling? That he also needed help. And attention and care. If Tamlin abuses feyre in way of neglect then I hate to break it to you it goes the other way round as well. The narrative that sjm and her stans spin is just so... Gross. Tamlin is the man so he shud suck it up and be there of his traumatized gf. But what about my man?! He struggling too. No one's there to help him! Feyre doesn't wake up in the night and talk to Tamlin when she sees him in his beast form? Then why is tamlin blamed for doing EXACTLY what Feyre is doing???

I absolutely hated that hypocrisy. That made me gravitate more towards Tamlin. The story and narrative itself blurred the line of morality. If Rhysie can be forgiven for SA then why can't Tamlin be forgiven for 2secs of abuse? If Feyre is the victim of Tamlins neglect then doesn't that imply the him too?

But the real reason why I love him is because he is the only character in the entire series that shows growth (positive growth i.e.) Book 2 Tamlin locks Feyre up (same like a certain someone did to her sister, so again line blurred.) and restricts her from making decisions about her own body i.e restricts her from training her powers. Which is reasonable but still, he should have explained the risks to her and then let her decide what she wanted to do. (This in my opinion is the only abuse he inflicted on her cause let's be honest, he said she couldn't go out to villages with him cause he would be distracted with her safety and that is very reasonable! He does not say anything about her going out with gaurds and u mfs be forgetting that a member of the royal family IS infact always under protection.)

BUT on the other hand, book 3 Tamlin, remedies all his mistakes. Feyre IS the queen of the spring court in those few chps of Acowar. She sits in on the meetings. She takes them to survey the wall the twice without tamlin being present there! Her therefore being the supreme authority. He trusts her! He's letting go of his paranoia and ptsd for her!! Like bitches homeboy actually changed himself for his girl like how can u not stan him 😭😭😭😭

AND after everything that bitch does to him Tamlin does everything in his power TO SEE HER HAPPY!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

He risks his life to save her ungrateful ass in the hyburn camp.

Like "she deserves happiness even if it's not with me" vibes.

"Be happy, Feyre"

My man literally brings back the person who killed his family FOR HER!

I'm sorry but... Anyone who doesn't wear sjm manipulation glasses can see that Tamlin isn't evil. That he made mistakes. That people are not defined by their worst mistakes especially if they actually work hard and make up for them over and over again.

So yes, I think I speak for most tamlin stans when I say this... We don't love him because we hate Feyre, we don't love him cause we abuse apologists and misogynists. We love him for his complex character that sjm unintentionally created.

#anti sjm #anti acotar #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamlin deserves better #anti feyre #anti feysand #anti rhysand #anti sjm stans #anti acowar #anti acomaf #anon asks

[bythenineshards]

Omg what was up with that Feysand stan on ur post????? ITS JUST A THEORY. (Not to mention a MUCH better pairing) and lol if Feysand was always endgame why in the fck does Rhysie SA Feyre??? Did Sjm do that to build sexual tension (cause Feyre says in Acomaf she had "wanted him even then") AND THAT'S INFINITELY WORSE!!

Lmao they tried to fire up on one of my posts too and I immediately blocked them. Seen them one too many times fighting about posts that's none of their business. Like life is so empty u need to fight with strangers on the internet to feel something. I am literally so mad not them saying Tamlin Apologists deserve to be bullied?!?!? For liking a fictional character????!!

I took personal offence to that

Ha! See! I told you I would respond today. I totally didn't get sucked into Skyrim and my writing and nearly forgot.

Idk what their problem was. They blocked me like the first week I was on here so I didn't think much of them. I knew about them because there would be discourse on posts and an invisible opponent. So I guess they unblocked me to stir shit and idk, get more traffic to their blog? They rebranded with a name that is clearly meant to draw in Antis of Feysand. I think they're like 15 and so I guess they're in their "I'm edgy look at me phase" where they want to pick fights because they think they're always right and special. I'm so glad I didn't grow up with my cringe behavior on the internet.This is why we don't sell erotica or "dark romance" to children. They can't handle speculation or discussions. I bet they cry over Marvel's What If... series because it's not Canon. Like... the post that had them all fired up was speculation about something we have receipts for. And a lot of people liked the idea. All they do is make the books look worse.

And the way they talk about Feyre vs. Nesta is like they think they're written by two different people. This isn't Harry Potter (fuck you Rowling) vs. Twilight (fuck you Meyers). I don't think Feyre gets a free pass to transform into a person of another race just cuz Nesta and Gwyn modelled their stuff after the Valkyries. I think both are bad and icky because the same author wrote both and clearly doesn't see how offensive that could be. I do, however, think that there's a difference between what Feyre did and the Blood Rite. Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie were kidnapped and forced into the Blood Rite. They didn't actually choose to.

Side note though: Valkyries are from Norse mythology. It does chap me that she couldn't use a mythology or create something new for her Illyrians to flesh out their culture. She just used a primarily white culture for her non-white character's culture.

Sorry to rant about that. It just irked me.

I can't for the life of me understand why anyone would ship Feysand the way it's written in Canon. I can with 100% confidence say I've never written a romance that involved anyone SAing anyone. Hell, I don't feature SA at all really. I don't want it in my fantasy. I want people to find peace and love in my books. Men have written enough SA in fantasy, it doesn't need any from me.

But like... if you look at their posts, the reason I don't like Feyre is because I wanted "my fav" to end up with Rhys. They can't fathom that I don't like Rhys at all. I don't like any of her men. They don't appeal to me at all. The only one I might’ve had any inkling of interest in is Kallias but I'm sure if we spent more than a handful of pages with him, I'd hate him too. I think she'd eventually change all of them regardless of appearance to something shallow and toxic.The Bat Boys specifically are boring to me. Their designs suck, their personalities suck and the way they treat their women sucks. Nothing I see in her books is what I would classify as love. Her books aren't about love. They're about sex with hot dudes. But you know what? Other books do romance, love and even just sex better.

I'm glad you blocked them. Just know, they still spy on us.

Thank you for your ask. I hope you're doing well.

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti rhysand #anti sjmaas #anti feysand #anti feyre #sjm critical #ask holly #stans being stans #anti acosf #ask me stuff #ask me questions #ask me anything #thanks for the ask! #ask #ask me things #answered asks #answered ask #answered

[c-e-d-dreamer]

8 🔥

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Imma be honest.... there's a lot! And most of them come from TikTok. Seriously, the amount of WRONG takes that are on TikTok? Concerning! Did you all even read the books? I won't list them all, but here's my top 3

Wrong fandom opinion #1 (unsurprisingly): that Nesta and Elain basically sat on their asses as soon as the Archerons lost their money. First of all, the text literally says that Nesta wrote to every family member and contact begging them to help. Additionally, I need us to use some context clues here, fam. Who took care of Papa Archeron while Feyre hunted? Who tended the fire? Who did the dishes? Who did the cooking since we learn in ACOMAF that Feyre can't? There will never be a time that I never not rant about this....

Wrong fandom opinion #2: Tamlin is a villain. Like haters can hate but I am actually a Tamlin apologist. And the way people on TikTok are always saying he personally kidnapped Nesta and Elain and dunked them in the Cauldron? Besties. Let's go back and read again, huh? Did he make mistakes? Yes, absolutely. But the way people act like he's the villain of the story when Amarantha, Hybern, and Ianthe are RIGHT THERE????

Wrong fandom opinion #3: that Eris would treat Nesta soooo much better than Cassian. Like bffr. We barely even see Eris in the text and in canon? There is no way to actually know that answer? Don't get me wrong, I love fanon Eris. Keyword being FANON. Y'all just filling in the gaps, which is fine, that's what fandom is for and it's fun, but let's no mix up fanon and canon. You can't say the fanon version you've made up in your head is somehow better than the canon version of a character on page.

Send me a "choose violence" fandom ask!

#we are truly choosing violence from the get-go #but I have a lot of vents to get off my chest #also honorary mention is all you people who disagree that Azriel is the tallest #but that's neither here nor there #ask game

[iambutmortal]

Darling, I'm a Daydream Dressed Like a Nightmare

Summary: When Lucien goes to the Night Court to update Feyre and Rhys the Spring Court, they would like to thank Lucien for his services in the naughtiest way possible.

Written for @sjmkinkmeme​ and also a massive thank you to @separatist-apologist​ for beta reading

Pairing: Feyre Archeron x Rhysand x Lucien Vanserra

Word Count: 4k

Content Warning: Dubious Consent, Explicit Cheating

Read on AO3

Lucien hated the Court of Nightmares.

Rhysand’s underground court made his skin crawl, reminded him far too much of Amarantha. How Rhys could stand it after being trapped for fifty years, Lucien didn’t know. He was surprised Feyre hadn’t ordered it demolished, if only as a favor to her mate.

Still, when the High Lord and Lady of the Night court summoned him there to give his monthly report on Spring, he had no option other than to show up, not while they offered him the only employment he was likely to find.

The doors to the throne room swung open as he approached, and he strode into the cavernous space. His golden eye clicked as he took in the stone walls, the carved beasts and low, flickering light. Mercifully, Rhys and Feyre were alone, none of the other members of their court of dreams hanging around, judging him for his every move.

The smell of sweat and desire hung heavy in the air. Rhysand had no doubt been having one of his famous parties, although those had been notably tamer since Feyre came into the picture. It was hard to host an orgy to rival Helion’s when you had a mate and baby at home.

Feyre and Rhys were still dressed for her monstrous court, scraps of see through back fabric showing off most of Feyre’s lightly freckled skin as she lounged in her mate’s throne. Rhys perched on the arm, his wings nowhere in sight while her own seat remained empty.

“Thank you for meeting us here,” Feyre said once Lucien stopped at the bottom of the dais, her blue eyes keen as her gaze roamed over him. Lucien felt himself stand up a hair straighter as she took in his polished boots, the simple tunic opened nearly to his navel. His hair hung loose around his face, an easier style than tying it back.

Lucien sketched a quick bow, raising one brow in mock difference. “Whatever my High Lady requests.”

Feyre snorted.

Rhys cleared his throat and Lucien straightened. “Your report?” he asked.

“Spring is unchanged. Tamlin remains largely absent, even as his lords work to rebuild. I have concern about Autumn trying to encroach—”

Feyre held up a tattooed finger to stop him. “You’re too far away,” she pouted. She seemed to spread her legs wider, something Lucien would have hardly noticed had that single bolt of fabric not fallen between her thighs, showing off more of that creamy expanse of skin.

Lucien averted his eyes, turning to Rhys, who only smirked.

“Come closer,” Feyre ordered, and Lucien forced down the lump forming in his throat. Hesitantly, he took a step up onto the dais. 

“Closer,” Rhys said. There wasn’t much more closer Lucien could get, but he took another half step forward until he was practically standing between Feyre’s parted thighs.

“Beron seems to be sending patrols closer to the border than he has in the past,” Lucien said, continuing. Feyre extended one bare leg, wrapped it around the back of his thighs, and tugged. Lucien’s mind went blank as he stumbled forward, bracing himself against the arms of the throne to stop himself from falling into her lap.

“You work too hard,” Feyre purred, running one finger down the front of Lucien’s shirt.

Lucien quickly righted himself. “I can prepare a written report if you prefer.”

“We don’t prefer,” Rhys said. Perched on the chair arm, he was only slightly shorter than Lucien, which made it easy for him to lean forward and lick a stripe up his neck.

Lucien’s body went hot, simultaneously tensing and going loose all at once.

“We do however think you deserve thanks,” Feyre added, undoing one of his few remaining tunic buttons.

Hastily, Lucien stepped back. “I think a bottle of your good wine would more than suffice.”

Feyre hummed, looking up at him before reaching out a hand and grabbing the bulge in the front of his pants. Lucien had been so distracted he hadn’t realized he was already half hard, and, now that Feyre was touching him, was rapidly growing harder.

Lucien looked away, staring at a spot on the back wall. “I’m a mated male, I don’t want—”

“You haven’t accepted the mating bond,” Feyre countered, scraping the nails of one hand lightly along the front of his thighs while her other continued to stroke him through his pants. “And Elain doesn’t want you.”

Lucien flinched. He knew, even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it. Elain had no interest in him, actively avoided him. He was keeping himself chaste for her, remaining loyal despite having no proof she expected it. Or even if she bothered to do the same for him. He doubted it.

“We want you, though,” Rhys said, moving from where he’d been watching to stand behind Lucien, running a hand under his tunic and up his chest.

Indecision, and deep shame, flickered through Lucien. He should value that mating bond more. Still, it had been so long since anyone had genuinely wanted him for more than what he could offer them—

Rhys seemed to sense his wavering, was probably poking around in his mind to make him compliant. His hand on Lucien’s chest pushed, shoving him into the open throne.

“We would take care of you,” Feyre added, rising gracefully out of her own seat to stand next to Rhys. They stared down at him with twin predatory gazes.

Lucien swallowed thickly. “I don’t want this.”

“You don’t want this, or you shouldn’t want this,” Rhys asked, his voice teasing.

Feyre stepped forward, climbing into his lap so her legs straddled his hips. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious,” she whispered into his ear, her lips brushing the delicate skin. “Haven’t wondered what it would be like.”

Lucien shivered slightly. He would be lying to himself if he said he’d never thought about it, early when Feyre first came to Prythian. She’d been so fierce, even when she was nothing more than skin and bones and scared out of her mind. But then she’d belonged to Tamlin, and now Rhysand, and Lucien had quickly banished auy thought of it. A part of him privately mused if it was because she looked like Elain, if there was some magic driving him towards the Archerons.

“Thankfully, little Lucien only has to be curious about what one of us is like in bed,” Rhys purred. He stood back, content to let Feyre take control.

“That was a long time ago,” Lucien ground out, as Feyre reached down to fully unbutton his shirt. He hated how turned on he was at the sight, how hard his aching cock was.

Maybe it had been too long.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten,” Rhys teased. “I thought our nights together were special.”

“I was young,” Lucien said defensively.

“Want to see how I’ve improved? Although I don’t remember you ever complaining,” Rhys purred.

Feyre had made it down to his pants, was slowly undoing the laces that were barely containing his cock.

“I would rather not be ripped apart for touching another male’s mate.” It was a last ditch effort, and all three of them knew it. If Rhys wasn’t upset by Feyre draped over his lap, there was little else Lucien could do to provoke him.

“Rhys doesn’t mind sharing,” Feyre said, undoing that final tie. Lucien’s manhood sprung free, long and proud, already weeping slightly at the tip.

Feyre’s eyes went wide at the sight, even as she slipped from his lap and onto her knees.

“Not as little as Rhysand likes to make it out to be?” Lucien asked.

Feyre didn’t answer, instead leaning forward to run her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck,” Lucien breathed, arching out of the seat slightly.

Feyre smiled up at him. “Still don’t want this?” Lucien didn’t answer, and Feyre wrapped her lips around the very tip of his head, sucking lightly.

She’d barely touched him, and Lucien was already far too close. His hand paled in comparison to the feeling another body, could never elicit the same feeling.

“Elain never hears of this,” Lucien ordered.

Feyre’s smile was pure wickedness as she winnowed them out of the throne room.

They landed somewhere warm, so at odds with the ever present chill of the Court of Nightmares. 

Lucien was perched on the edge of the most comfortable bed he’d ever felt, a slight breeze blowing through the open arched windows. From the mountains outside, Lucien guessed they were somewhere above the Court of Nightmares, probably in Rhys’ private residences. His people could rot in the darkness, but he was too good for that, needed the open air.

Feyre’s hands were back on him, tugging his pants down his legs and throwing them off into a corner somewhere, her mouth returning to his cock.

Rhys sat behind them on the bed. He ran his hands up Lucien’s chest, divesting him of his open tunic while Feyre continued her ministrations.

“Feyre darling,” Rhys said, “don’t you think Lucien should lie down, since he works so hard.”

Releasing him with a pop, Feyre grinned up at her mate. “I think he’s earned the rest.”

Rhysand pressed lightly on Lucien's shoulder, laying him down on the bed.

Ferye slid onto Lucien’s lap, head between his parted thighs. She ran her tongue along his slit, collecting the drop of precum on his tip.

“Now, now, Feyre,” Lucien said, rising onto his elbows to watch. “You’re not going to tease me, are you?”

“What would you do about it,” Feyre asked, toying with his balls but leaving his shaft untouched.

Instead of answering, Lucien reached out, wrapping Feyre’s long hair around the palm of his hand, tugging lightly. Her lips parted in surprise, and Lucien took the opportunity to shove his cock into her mouth.

Feyre gagged as he hit the back of her throat, her hand reaching out to brace herself against his thigh. Lucien groaned at the feeling, sitting up and burying his other hand in her hair and using his grip to bob her head.

Saliva dripped down Feyre’s chin as Lucien fucked her face. From somewhere above him, Rhys growled. “I believe Feyre darling wanted to be worshiped.”

Lucien glanced behind him to see Rhys watching them intently, his body tense. 

“Feyre, tell your mate this is what you want,” Lucien said, pressing deeper into her throat until her nose brushed against his lower stomach. Feyre gagged, unable to speak with him occupying her mouth. “Feyre,” he taunted. “You asked for this, didn’t you?”

He loosened his grip on her hair just enough for her to nod her head. Rhys relaxed slightly, his hand drifting down to the ties of his own pants.

Lucien tightened his grasp again, keeping Feyre’s head steady as he pulled out to the tip before thrusting back in. Feyre screamed against him and Lucien gave a dark laugh. “Poor Feyre, you thought I was going to worship you?” Another thrust. “That’s for good girls.” Another. “Not sluts who let their mates watch them get another male off.”

Feyre moaned, the sound muffled.

Lucien felt the rough slide of fabric along his back as Rhys came up behind him. “We serve at the Lady’s will,” Rhys snarled.

Lucien looked down at Feyre, spread out on his thighs, grinding slightly against the mattress in search of any kind of freedom. He felt release growing closer, his balls tightening at the sight.

“Then what does the Lady want?”

Blue eyes met his, and Feyre sucked, hollowing her cheeks as she took him impossibly deeper. Rhys reached around Lucien, rubbing his testicles with one hand.

The twin sensation sent him over the edge and Lucien came with a groan. Cum spurted into Feyre’s mouth, and she swallowed it dutifully. Some spilled from her swollen lips, dripping down onto Lucien’s thighs.

“Clean that up,” Lucien ordered, releasing Feyre’s head and running one hand down her exposed spine, the sun and moon inked there.

“Make me,” Feyre said.

Lucien hummed, fully willing to drape her across his lap and spank her for her behavior. She was saved by Rhys, who reached out to lift her off him, plopping her on the bed before taking her place. He looked flushed, his cock erect between the laces of his pants.

“Your mate sucks good cock,” Lucien said appreciatively.

“I know,” Rhys said, smirk firmly in place as he leaned down to lick the cum off Lucien’s thighs, biting softly at the skin.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucien could see Feyre watching them intensely.

“Something to say, Feyre?”

“Did you truly lie together…before?”

“Five hundred years is a long time to know someone,” Lucien said. “You should ask Rhys what he and his brothers got up to in their youth.”

Rhys lifted his head. “Why talk when we could demonstrate for Feyre darling?”

Feyre made a small whimper and Lucien grinned. He guided Rhys up his body until they were level. Blue eyes met his and Rhys’ brow quirked, daring him to go first.

Lucien took it as a challenge, surging forward to meet his lips in a clash of tongues and teeth. It brought Lucien back to his youth, when they’d both merely been Lord’s sons, messy and inexperienced, eager for release in any way possible.

Rhys’ cock brushed against the skin of Lucien’s stomach, and Lucien reached down to wrap a hand around it. He stroked it slowly, enough to excite but nowhere near enough pressure to bring Rhys anywhere close to climax.

He could hear Feyre whining in the distance, and broke the kiss long enough for them both to look at her. Her legs were parted, a finger running through her slick folds as she watched.

Rhys chuckled. “I promised Feyre there would be two males lavishing attention on her. I don’t think she’s quite getting what she wanted.”

Lucien let go of Rhys’ cock with a sigh. “I didn’t become Spring’s emissary without knowing how to please the people in power.” He cocked his head. “Although it’s hard to do that when you’re both wearing so much clothing.”

Rhys snapped his fingers and his and Feyre’s clothes disappeared.

“Show off,” Lucien muttered, sliding back against the headboard to make room for Feyre to climb between them.

She crawled over, facing Rhys. He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, and Lucien wrapped his hands around her hips, tugging them towards him. Feyre fell onto her hands and knees, ass in the air.

“Poor Feyre,” Lucien said, dragging a finger through her folds, gleaming with her arousal. “You’re practically dripping.”

“Are you going to do something about that, or just tease?” Feyre asked. 

Lucien’s answering spank sent her lurching forward. “If you want to talk, I can put your mouth to good use.”

Feyre turned back to glare at him, but remained silent.

Lucien palmed her ass, admiring the red print his hand had left. He leaned over her, his chest against her back. “I think Rhys should kiss and make it better,” Lucien whispered into her ear conspiratorially.

Feyre shivered slightly, nodding. Lucien sat back up, pulling Feyre with him until. She spread her legs, exposing her pretty, pink pussy to Rhys, who stared down at it in wonder.

“Lick it,” Lucien ordered.

Rhys didn’t need further prompting, falling forward to bury his face in Feyre’s cunt. She moaned, her head falling back to rest in the cradle where Lucien’s neck met his shoulder.

Lucien wrapped an arm around her body, palming her breasts while Rhys lavished attention on her clit. Feyre whimpered, her hands going to Rhys’ hair to hold him against her. 

“I want you to fuck me,” she declared when Lucien flicked his thumb across her nipple.

“Eager, are you?” Lucien asked, returning his hand to the slick pooling in Feyre’s core.

“Please, Lucien.”

He responded by inserting a single finger into her cunt. She clenched around it, desperate for any relief.

“Are you sure you want me in your pretty pussy?” Lucien asked. “After all, it might be hard to explain a little redhead baby running around. What would you tell your family?”

If possible, Feyre seemed to grow wetter at that, her hips grinding against his hand even as Rhys growled low in the back of his throat.

Lucien pulled his finger, swirling it around her puckered hole and spreading that slickness. “I think it would be much better for me to fuck you here.”

Without waiting for a response, Lucien shoved his finger in her ass. Feyre tightened around him, before slowly relaxing as Rhys doubled his efforts on her clit. Lucien dragged his cock through her folds, wetting it as he worked a second finger in.

Feyre was panting, her head still resting against him. “Lucien,” she snapped, clearly frustrated with his slow touches, “fuck me.”

Always one to please his partners in bed, Lucien removed his fingers and lined his slick cock up with the entrance of that hole.

Feyre gasped when he pressed the tip in, so obviously unused to being penetrated there. 

“Relax,” Lucien whispered, hands returning to her breasts, those erect nipples. She did, leaning against him and letting more of his cock in.

“You got a good one, Rhys,” Lucien said. He was going out of his mind, Feyre holding him in a viselike grip.

Rhys paused his ministrations long enough to smirk up at Lucien from between Feyre’s parted thighs. “I know.”

Feyre laughed, body going even looser.

“Is this what you dreamed about?” Lucien asked, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. “Did you touch yourself while thinking about this, my cock in your ass with your mate on his knees?

“Shut up,” Feyre whined, rolling her hips in time with his, “and fuck me.”

Lucien responded with a particularly sharp snap of his hips. Rhys matched him, sucking hard on Feyre’s clit. Lucien felt her body tense, growing closer to climax and Lucien had to clench his ass to keep from coming.

“Are you going to come for us?” Lucien asked. “Show your mate how well you take my cock?”

Feyre let out a strangled cry as she broke, holding his cock impossibly tight. It sent Lucien over the edge, had him coming in her. He rode them both through it, Rhys licking up any of the cum that spilled out.

Lucien collapsed against the headboard when they were done, pulling Feyre down on top of him.

“For someone who didn’t want to do this, you’re awfully bossy,” Feyre said.

Lucien chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “Then tell me, how may I best serve you, Lady?”

Feyre looked at Rhys, sitting opposite them, his cock still erect. “I think it’s only fair Rhys gets to come too,” she answered, crawling off him and onto Rhys. “Since he’s been so patient.” Lucien watched as she slid onto his cock, admiring the way her slick folds parted to allow him to enter. Feyre rode him, the muscles along her ass and thighs fully on display. Rhys sucked kisses along her breasts, no doubt leaving marks that would make it clear to all of them who Feyre belonged to at the end of the night.

Lucien’s dick was already hard, and he lightly stroked it in time with them.

Rhys and Feyre were both panting when she paused, muscles shaking as she hovered over Rhys, the head of this cock just barely buried in her wet cunt. 

“We brought you here for a reason, and it’s not to watch.”

“Oh?” Lucien asked.

Feyre sunk down on Rhys’ cock. “I was told you fucked like you had fire in your blood.”

“I’m sorry my previous efforts didn’t live up to those claims,” Lucien said, sliding up behind Feyre anyway. “What can I do to please my High Lady?”

“I want you in me,” Feyre breathed. “Both of you.”

Lucien made eye contact with Rhys over her shoulder, who stilled his hips. Lucien slid into Feyre and she gasped at the fullness, the feeling of two cocks in her, only separated by that thin wall of skin. They gave her a second to adjust and then Lucien pulled out at the same time Rhys surged forward, giving Feyre no relief from the onslaught.

She was a mess between them, rolling her hips without rhythm as she alternated between craving more and seeking respite.

Feyre gasped as Lucien tilted his hips to hit a new angle. “Fuck, Elain was wasted on you.”

The mention of his mate spurred him on, driving him impossibly deeper into her. Feyre’s cries were hoarse, broken things as both males slammed into her, and she broke around him.

Lucien kept rutting into her, Rhys matching his effort. Feyre came again, one orgasm bleeding into the next. Her tightening walls had Lucien seeing stars, and he spilled into her at the same time as Rhys, their fluids mixing.

Feyre collapsed on top of Rhys, Lucien lying on his side next to them, the three spent. Cum slowly leaked out of Feyre, marking what they’d just done.

“Should I clean you up?” Lucien asked.

Feyre shivered in Rhys arms. “No more,” she begged.

“Had enough of the fire in my veins?” Lucien asked, rising from the bed.

Rhys quirked a brow. “For tonight. It has been a while since I’ve felt that flame.”

“Then you’ll have to ask me to deliver a report more often.” Lucien gave them both a bow before winnowing out of the Court of Nightmares.

Elain cradle Nyx in her arms, rocking the baby back and forth as she headed towards Feyre and Rhys’ room. She’d agreed to watch him for the night while his parents held court. She didn’t mind being left out, hated the leers that seemed to follow her wherever she went to the Court of Nightmare, its members sizing her up, wondering what advantage Feyre Cursebreaker’s sister could offer them, how she fit into the Night Court.

Yet it was one more reminder that she didn’t fit in among Feyre’s friends. They all seemed genuinely excited every time they had to go down there, no matter how much they tried to hide it, while all Elain felt was dread.

Nyx cooed as they got closer to the door, picking up the scent of his parents. Elain wrinkled her nose at the stench of sex. She could live without the constant reminder of how vigorous both her sister’s sex lives were.

When she picked up another smell, she froze. It was the one that haunted her in her dreams, inevitably led to her waking up with her panties soaked. Lucien, but deeper somehow, muskier. The scent of his arousal. But entwined with her sister and Rhys’. 

Elain chewed her bottom lip as she inched closer to the door, senses straining. She could make out muffled voices behind the it, but none of them contained the timber of Lucien’s, the tone never failing to send shivers up her spine.

She knew it was wrong to hug Nyx closer to her chest and press her ear against the door, but she couldn’t help herself. And really, it was their fault for forgetting to put up a ward.

“It’s nice to know that your recommendation of Lucien’s skill wasn’t exaggerated,” Feyre said.

Rhys’ reply was too soft to make out, not that Elain would’ve been able to hear it over the roaring in her ears. Her stomach felt tight, even as warmth pooled in her core against her will.

It was just the smell of her mate’s arousal, she rationalized, her body being driven by some instinct. It had nothing to do with the idea of her mate being pleasured, even as her mind conjured images of his face screwed up in ecstasy, of what could lie underneath those carefully tailored pants.

Or how he could pleasure her, if Feyre was to be believed.

She should knock on the door, should confront them. But Elain just hoisted Nyx against her shoulder and moved back down the hall, towards her own room where she could take care of her own needs in private.

#you know what #if you follow me for elucien content #maybe just skip this one #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #feyre x rhysand x lucien #feyrhycien #feyre archeron #rhysand #lucien vanserra #sorry taylor for bastardizing your lyrics

[nestaismommy]

Hi loves ❤️

Today I want to talk about something very Important. This isn’t just about ACOTAR.

I feel like so many people fail to understand that not because someone likes a certain character who has done shitty things, doesn’t mean they are okay with what this character did. I’ll give an example if you don’t understand.

I hated Nesta till I read ACOSF. I started to like her because she reminded me of….me. I understand her. And I saw how guilty she felt, and how much she regretted how she treated Feyre and in my opinion, that’s good. It’s good that she feels regret. It’s good that she knows she was horrible. And for that, I think she can change. She isn’t a villain. She’s a VERY complex morally gray character & she shows us the ugly sides of trying to deal with trauma. And self loathing. I got attached to her. Will I ever be okay with how she treated Feyre? No. I am not a big fan of Feyre but she didn’t deserve to be treated that way. Yeah siblings fight, but there’s a limit. There’s a reason why Feyre thought Nesta hated her. And I don’t blame her for that. But we see that Nesta was the only one who actually went looking for her when Feyre was taken to prythian. If she hated her, she wouldn’t have looked for her.

So overall, I love Nesta but I’ll never be okay with how she treated Feyre.

Another example is Tamlin. I know people who love him, but never once did they try to excuse his abuse. They aren’t abuse apologists. They just don’t have a problem admitting that Tamlin was shitty 🤷🏻‍♀️ unlike so many Rhysand stans who try to defend his abuse & assault like their life depends on it.

You can like a character and still admit they did horrible things.

#tamlin #the spring court #the night court #elain archeron #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #fantasy books #romance books #cassian acotar #Nesta #nesta x cassian #acotar fanart #acotar #a court of silver flames

[lorcandidlucienwill]

In response to recent reblogs of my content: This is going to sound a little bit harsh, but if you post something on the internet, you are inviting discourse on the internet. I’ve already been called sexist (even tho I’m a woman), an abuse apologist (for occasionally supporting Tamlin), etc etc etc. And I know somewhere the stories I’ve written (stories are art, people) have been reposted with huge anti messages about what a horrible person I am. And we actively criticize authors like SJM who have created art. Do I care? No, not really! It’s not gonna hurt my feelings and I’m not gonna change my opinion and neither are you! If it offends you then I’m sorry but you can repost my shit all you want (repost, NOT reblog) and I will not give a fuck. I’m not gonna wake up and suddenly support the Inner Circle or hate Lucien. Besides, I wasn’t even criticizing the art itself, but rather the comment about Elain being an introvert.

#anti inner circle #pro lucien vanserra #internet invites discourse #internet #social media #sjm critical

[aruthlessblackthorn]

Twilight and ACOTAR Pipeline

So I had this thought the other night in the shower (where people do the most thinking, ofc) and it occurred to me that ACOTAR is the new Twilight. Let me explain:

In 2008, when Twilight was the shit everyone ate for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert, anyone who made an ounce of criticism was considered a hater. I remember at the time how intense the drama got between fandoms when they’d start arguing over if Edward was good for Bella, or if Jacob was. There was so much beef that no sensical argument could be made. It’s kind of like how the ACOTAR fandom is now. 

I consider myself an international super spy. I joined an ACOTAR Facebook group a few months ago because I wanted to be nosy (and frankly so my friends and I could make fun of the cringe. It was very cringey) though lately I actually enjoy being a part of the group. Not because I like ACOTAR, but because it’s a repetitive pattern from 2008. The majority of the people in that group cannot have a debate over this series without getting emotionally upset. There is the term ‘Tamlin Apologist,’ which is coined for anyone who makes an argument on Tamlin’s behalf. If you criticize anything Feyre does or Rhysand, you’re considered an idiot. And do not get me started on Nesta. She is a hot topic in that group, and people either love or hate her. Rarely is there an in-between. 

I’m not going to say where I stand on these topics, other than I’ve always watched from the sidelines when these arguments go down. It’s always so intense, and sometimes I see the worst takes imaginable. People go to the ends of the earth to defend their favs who may have committed SA, or refuse to believe that’s what it was. I’ve seen people write about how they were disappointed with Rhysand and his actions in ACOSF, and then a swarm of people start a collective hate train against the original poster. It’s absolutely bizarre. 

In 2020, Twilight had a massive resurgence with the return of smeyer and her releasing Midnight Sun, which is Twilight from Edward’s POV. How I feel about the book doesn’t matter here, (though I will say it was awful. Edward was not painted in a good light) but it kickstarted new conversations, new covers for the original books, and a repurposed joy over watching the series from the beginning. People pulled their Twilight merch down from their attics and re-decorated their rooms. The only difference this time is the maturity. Now we can recognize the problems in the series. Jacob imprinting on a newborn child, Jacob kissing Bella without her consent, Edward manipulating Bella in New Moon and lying to her in Eclipse. Honestly, the first half of Breaking Dawn was just a mess of issues. Not to mention the domestic abuse theory when you look at the whole timeline from Charlie’s POV. And most of all, the cultural appropriation of the Quileute tribe throughout the whole saga. The way the werewolves were depicted as angry brutes (just look at the way Jacob’s personality changes in New Moon. He goes from sweet and gentle to enraged and predatory). 

I say ACOTAR is like Twilight because I believe after its hype has died down, people can look at this series and truly understand the critical flaws of it, even if it is a favorite of theirs. I still love Twilight, but I recognize it has major issues. Smeyer said she is either writing- or plans to write- a book on Jacob and Renesmee. That’s going to be a huge problem if she decides to make them fall in love (because that can always change). I will have issues with that and so will many others. One thing that I already find interesting is that Rhysand is already being criticized because of how SJM wrote him in ACOSF. People are seeing him when he’s not being described from Feyre’s perspective. People are taking issue with romanticizing Rhysand’s toxic behavior. They are drawing the patterns from the first book to the last. I can only hope that down the line these issues aren’t erased, and that they’re still prevalent topics. It is the same how people can criticize Twilight now, while still loving the series. 

I think part of the issue with the ACOTAR fandom now is how attached many are to the books. How they cannot process a criticism without it feeling like a personal attack. No one is attacking you for loving the books. We are freely expressing our thoughts on a book that we didn’t have the same relationship with. Critical thinking and deep analysis is not the same as trashing. 

This was a random rant I felt like dropping because it’s been on my mind for a little while. Wanted to get these ideas out while they’re still fresh. What do you guys think?

(Also, I totally spent time writing this out instead of working on an article for work)

#acotar #sarah j maas #twilight #book rambles #rhysand #feyre archeron #bella swan #edward cullen #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #nesta archeron #jacob black #fandoms #book thoughts #unpopular opinion #anti acotar #anti sjm

[separatist-apologist]

I saw you were reading Bloom and Bone on Instagram and had to ask what you think about the theory Elain and Tamlin are mates?

LOL this ask is gonna revive the "separatist-apologist hates Elain" discourse. And if you're like, then don't answer it, I wanted to because I am enjoying the fic and I want to say nice things about houseofhurricane, who is so nice and lovely and has the kind of eyes you could drown in and what was I saying?

Facts about me very quickly:

- I would ship Elain with a candle if it was written well. @houseofhurricane is a fucking genius with the written word and between you and me, has a very french-kissable mouth.

- I just think hot girls deserve to be railed. And to that end, I am enjoying this fic.

Fanfic is for exploring what if and frankly, the person who introduced Vansssssnake does not have a moral high ground, ya feel? Like the girl who tried to make that haunted scarecrow sexy should pipe down about other writers. Stay in her lane. And Bloom and Bone is so achingly well written that I am literally ON FIRE with jealousy. What new deal with the devil would I have to make to be half as good with a turn of phase?

But IN CANON I WOULD BE A RAVING DUMPSTER FIRE OF AN ASSHOLE OF THEY WERE MATES like I would take a bond breaking better than I'd take that. SJM wouldn't, so there is 0 danger of it, and to that end we can all just have fun with theories without getting too riled up.

#so anyway tell your friends to read that fic #and don't come in my anons to be weird #the only weirdo allowed is me #vacancy filled

[bookofmirth]

I’ve debated leaving the fandom now since most of the fandom is anti everyone except for tamlin and nesta’s house of wind gang honestly….I like nesta and her new two friends! but since the ones who act like they’re the leads now constantly villainize the entire IC it’s turned me off of supporting the art, stanning the characters and even caring less for cassian just because the fans are immature and toxic (we can say both sides are but I disagree that half of the fandom or more than half twist everything out of context and behave incredibly toxic toward the series) I’m just like I’m good, anyone who are fans of them are usually small minded about anything outside of them. For those who aren’t, you’re amazing. But most are. After acosf this fanbase is incredibly petulant and deny canon at every turn ignoring the intention and reasons behind the IC’s actions. So black and white I’m over it, I’ve blocked so many acosf fans it’s honestly funny and sad at this point. Sjm wrote such a problematic book and it’s brought on…all this nonsense.

Words that trigger the acotar fandom into a frothy rage:

Nesta

Elain

Azriel

Rhysand

Feyre

Morrigan

Amren

Cassian

Lucien

Tamlin

Gwyn

Nuala and Cerridwen lol

Congrats everyone, you've taken the perfectly fine thing we all enjoyed and shit all over it. And if you didn't enjoy it, then just go be antis! I personally cannot stand anti communities, but go for it. Knock yourselves out. Honestly, I think it would be better if people just embraced the anti sjm identity so we could be clear on where we stand. I tend to block antis because... I just think it's pointless and that community has been very rude in the past.

Even I, and I consider myself pretty much fine saying whatever I want, think twice about how I talk about Nesta, Elain, and Rhys 90% of the time because no matter what we say or how carefully we say it, *someone* will get in a rage and accuse people of being misogynist or abuse apologists or whatever.

The irony re: acosf and the fandom pitting the Valkyries against the IC is that it's EXACTLY the unhealthy mindset that Nesta had at the beginning of acosf, and it's EXACTLY the immature mindset that she had to learn to grow out of. Remember how she said that Amren "chose" Feyre? And how Elain "chose" Feyre? Y'all, I have highlights in my ebook from the first time I read commenting on how immature and narrow-minded that was. But somehow the fandom read that and took it for gospel, I guess.

We all have our preferences. I like Mor better than Nesta. I think Amren has always been a cranky old bitch. I like Cassian. Eris annoys the shit out of me. I think Mor and Emerie are going to be great together. But it doesn't have to create a sub-war behind the ship war. Even when I disengage from the ship war, it's World War Nesta vs the IC which ughhhhhh

Everyone, go get a fucking edible or something, my god! It is very black and white, like anon said. I hate to think about how these people treat their friends and family irl, if they are so judgmental about fictional characters who don't actually even matter.

#acotar fandom #ask #anon

[nikethestatue]

Hello! I’ve been reading the ACOTAR books for years now but just joined the fandom very recently, in May… and can I just say what the fuck!!! I always knew Elain and Azriel were likely gonna be together because it’s so obvious that Sarah would do something different for Elain by having her reject her mating bond… and from what I’ve seen she always insinuated Elain’s book would be the second spin off novel. I thought this was known in the fandom! I knew vaguely that Gwynriel was a thing people liked based on comments on Sarah’s Instagram. But when Sarah posted the Barnes and Noble paperback edition of Silver Flames, I saw some people arguing about who the next book would be about… and long story short I went down a rabbit hole into the world of the fandom and the ship war. And Jesus Christ! I’m appalled by how some people have behaved. I’m appalled to see the hate Elain gets! I’m confused as to why Gwynriel has become a phenomenon and why people continue to dismiss Elriel. I’m confused why people don’t think Elriel will be together, because to me, at least, it seems very clear they will. I’ve seen some people say Sarah confirmed or insinuated Gwynriel was endgame, that’s not true, is it? And most disturbing to me is the fact Tamlin and others apparently have stans and apologists, which makes me feel very uncomfortable and unseen, but that’s another discussion! In conclusion, some parts of this fandom comes across extremely gross and insane to me and I can’t believe some of Sarah’s readers think the way they do; however I have found some wonderful artists and creators and blogs like yours that I will keep up with going forward! :)

Hi Anon,

I agree with everything you've said. Especially the lies that are being spread constantly about 'Sarah confirmed' or 'Sarah hinted' or 'We know for sure'--just the other day, I saw a screenshot from Twitter about this person arguing like mad about SJM 'confirming Gwynriel', in 'that' interview. Of course, there was no proof offered. But it's stuff like that that eats constantly at this fandom and causes endless issues. Because people dont even bother reading the books and get their 'info' off TikTok or Insta.

It's wishful thinking morphing into 'fact' , which of course, it isn't.

I don't know. Some of us have been in this fandom for a long time, and I suppose we are just used to this craziness and pay only minimal attention to it, because it's been going on close to two years now. But I imagine that for a newer person to come into this isn't easy, and probably somewhat shocking.

But you know--eyes on the prize, right?

Just enjoy the parts that you like, and let the rest fall away.