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shadybirdwombat · 3 days
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So here me out.
We know what Jurian did to Amarantha sister.
He even disgusted the fae with the torture of her.
Imagine his revenge on the queens that cursed Vassa. Hrs going to be flaying, taking off body parts etc.
Too add to this. Elain and Jurian have been working together.
Through her visions. Both went into the cauldron.
Elain infiltrates autumn court. Kills Beron for Lucien, Eris and loa.
She made the king of Hybern fall to his knees. She's going to do the same to Beron.
I believe elain can see someone's true soul.
She's going to betray the night court to defeat Beron and Koschei.
I believe she will be apart of autumn and day courts. Maybe even spring.
Cause I truly believe Tamlin will help her with Beron and Koschei.
He saw evil. His own father
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moonys-library · 9 months
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most iconic scene to ever exist is feyre throwing her shoe and rhysand’s head
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Discussing the tithe in ACoMaF:
Honestly, this is likely a hill I’m going to die on, but I’m willing. So, let’s talk about the tithe in ACoMaF.
The tithe:
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It is further explained that Tamlin pushed the collection of the tithe back one month to give every one just a bit more time to collect it.
If however a faerie still fails in handing in their tithe, the following happens:
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That’s what Lucien tells Feyre.
Everyone who fails to bring the tithe will get an additional three days to be able to still make it. Granted, depending on what the tithe is, three days might not be enough. But, I’ll get to that in a second.
Note also: Tamlin will be expected to hunt them down. Note that it says expected, and not "he wants to hunt them down bc etc."
And then, when Tamlin does actually confront the water-wraith, we get this information:
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So, you don’t actually have to hand in the tithe in just three days. You can literally just wait 6 months and pay double. Now, double might seem like an unfair increase, but really it isn’t. If you think about it, all that this rule is, is an extension of the time that you get for earning the first tithe. You just get an additional six months.
Also, as it was established, the tithe is literally calculated and based on your income and status (whatever that means. I suppose it means that even the rich that don’t have an income, but just a stale heritage, get taxed accordingly). So it means that acquiring the tithe isn’t an impossible feat. It’s really just taxes, but more fair, because this time the rich get taxed accordingly, too.
Also:
You might wonder: how much is the tithe for the water-wraiths that they failed to hand it in in the time given to them?
Through Feyre, we find out that the tithe for the water-wraiths is, drumroll please 🥁…. A bucket of fish. Yeah, a single basket of fish for the entirety of the water wraith population of the pond …
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All they had to do was hand it a single basket of fish. And they didn’t.
(Also, I find it so stupid that Feyre literally just says they don’t even need a basket of fish, bc how would she know? She never asked Tamlin what happens to the things people bring for the tithes. She just assumed that they don’t need them bc she is dead set on making Tamlin out to be this splurging man, living lavishly in unnecessary luxury)
Anyway, now, during the conversation the water wraith has with Tamlin, Feyre gets the impression that the water wraith is starving. Why? Bc the water wraith claims the pond they live in is empty of fish.
Now, why is that? Because the water wraiths ate all the fish.
Feyre immediately makes the connection between her and her sisters, as they too know what it means to have no food, to feel the hunger.
Only later we find out that the water wraiths aren’t actually starving. They’re just cursed with "insatiable hunger", whatever that means.
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Now, I just saw that it says appetite instead of hunger, which makes it even worse. Omg.
So they’re not even starving, they’re just constantly craving food.
But then, in the next line, it says that they do actually die of starvation. But that begs the question: HOW?
When is it that their hunger/ appetite isn’t satiated enough (which, by definition it can never actually be???? Because it’s insatiable ) that they starve?
It’s all just super unclear. And vague. It makes zero sense 🤦‍♀️😒
Okay, during that conversation Feyre also tells Tamlin that instead of making them pay their tithe, they should help them replenish the pond. Tamlin declines and Feyre in turn thinks that he is being unnecessarily cruel etc.
But, here in the conversation with Alis, it is revealed that actually no one, not a single faerie in the spring court, would have given the water wraiths money or whatever, because it virtually makes no sense. They just spend whatever they will get trying to satiate a hunger that cannot be mended.
And they know this. Everyone else knows it. But Feyre refuses to believe it.
The jewelry that Feyre gave them will last merely a week. A week. That’s nothing. But somehow, we’re all supposed to be on Feyres samaritan side here and think that it would be the right thing to give them money/ resources etc.
Until when? Exactly? Because as it is, there would never be an end to it.
Now I’m not saying that making them give something is more sensical. It’s obvious that they struggle to curb their hunger and making them forfeit on food has proven to be an exhausting task for them to accomplish.
Only that … only that according to Tamlin, the tithe has been around for ages. His father did it like this, the father of his father did it like this and so on and so forth. Btw, that means it’s been a lot of time since faeries essentially don’t die unless they're killed. And all of this in turn means that the water wraiths have had to have paid their tithes in the past. Otherwise they wouldn’t be around anymore. So it gets you wondering: how come is it that they were able to pay in the past and only now they can’t?
Now, it could definitely be that when Tamlin killed Amarantha and took over the spring court again, they struggled to adjust to it in the little time that passed. However, that’s just a guess. And it’s not backed up by anything, because Acotar has little to no world building and all that we know about the history we find out in the details that are conveniently added just how it fits the narrative whenever a new book comes out 😀
Therefore, the explanation I would offer is:
The tithe is just another example of Sjm's inconsistent, bad worldbuilding and it goes to show furthermore, that she was just trying to find a way to make Tamlins character look bad. Unsuccessfully, if I may say so.
Anyway, I can’t believe I’ve spent so much time discussing the fking tithe, but this has been simmering in my brain for like two years now so I just needed to make this post!
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goddessofwisdom18 · 23 days
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I miss them so much <3
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whitedemon-ladydeath · 2 months
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considering Tamlin was beloved of his people and it required Feyre getting in their heads to make them revolt against him to make the Court fall, I have to wonder how the average Spring Court citizen feels about Feyre, who caused a bloodbath and also destabilized their home, and Rhys, who keeps trespassing into their home and has left mutilated bodies on Tamlins lawn and happens to have his super duper evil mask
the human girl who saved them all came to destroy their home and got many innocent people killed like :/ I'd be bitter
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yearning-for-autumn · 2 months
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Acotar Pet-names
A/N: I wanted to make a little headcanon on the pet-names I think the Acotar men would use for you, and want to be called (during sex or outside of it). This is using afab terminology but let me know if you want a gender neutral one, or one for amab pet names. This is just for me, and a bit of fun, feel free to put anymore you can think of in the comments!
Rhys -
For you: Darling, my darling, my love, lovely, pretty girl
For him: Darling, my love, daddy, most handsome high lord...
Cassian -
For you: Sweetheart, sweetie, baby, gorgeous
For him: Babe, Cass, baby, sir, (General..if he's in a particular mood)
Azriel -
For you: Baby, babygirl, princess, kitten, angel, bunny
For him: Daddy, Azzie (literally only you can call him this), babe
Eris -
For you: Love, my love, sweetheart, princess, puppy, beloved
For him: Eri (I also headcanon that some of his brothers shorten his name affectionately), love, lover, babe, daddy, master, sir
Lucien -
For you: Sweetie, honey, bunny, darling, sunshine
For him: Baby, darling, sweetheart, sir, pretty boy (if he's subbing)
Tamlin -
For you: Baby, pet, sweet girl, sweetheart, buttercup
For him: Babe, honey, my love, Tam, sir, my Lord...
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teddyhoneybear · 15 days
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🍃Elain and Lucien have the chance to know eachother better at last🍃
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gardenfaerie222 · 17 days
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something that irritates me to no end is when people try to place Elain in spring court. Whichever ship, Elain needs to be in one of the solar courts because they have seasons, Elain would be miserable in eternal spring because she wouldn’t be able to garden. I think it would unnerve her that there was no lifecycle to the plants, no death and rebirth.
Just because she smells like spring doesn’t mean she would be happy there.
Anyways thanks for coming to my Ted Talk
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novaricewrites · 1 month
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If Magic Chooses-
So we know the magic in Prythian ties the land, Courts, and the High Lords and can be vaguely sentient (as with the Cauldron).
It's unclear how it chooses the High Lords but the magic seems to be deliberate and adheres faithfully to whoever it chooses. Even Amarantha couldn't fully access it despite all that she did - she could only prevent the Lords from using it against her.
So imagine if this was explored.
E.g: The time when Feyre and the IC stole the Book of Breathings from the Summer Court as guests - literally committing a crime worthy of a magical death sentence. This then left the Summer Court open to Hybern's invasion, further enabled by what Feyre did in the Spring Court.
This didn't just harm the High Lords. It harmed the Courts in a major way. The very land and the people living in there were devastated by it. And it must have caused mass turmoil that even the magic sensed.
So imagine because of this intricate connection to the land, the people and the High Lords - it caused Feyre's bond to the Spring and Summer magic to become hard to control or even the magic rejecting her.
The kernels of magic are technically still the High Lords'. They're not Feyre's magic but were gifted like handing her a scale off their essence. And it would make sense if the magic reacted to the state of the High Lords (and deeper the courts themselves) if they experienced deep, visceral emotions & damage thanks to Feyre.
Magic being fickle about who wields it would sort of suit the capriciousness of Faeries. It would also require Feyre to use her wits and sense to navigate situations instead of resorting to the Feysand tactics of Lie, Steal and Justify.
It would give actual consequences and gravity to her actions, and add depth to why her being a Made Fae is a big deal. She is now attached via these kernels of magic to the land in a way that she can't run from. Just as High Lords (even those reluctant like Tamlin are).
Just the plot potential and character development. And the internal conflict over actions that we never got.
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nocasdatsgay · 4 months
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Fanfic: Barging In
Pair: Eris/Reader
Rating: T (Fluff)
Word Count: 771
Summary: Eris becomes High Lord and goes to get his mate in the middle of the night.
Notes/Warnings: Spring Court Reader. Tamlin is there but he’s not any trouble. Reader POV
Read here on ao3 or below the cut
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You’d been sleeping peacefully. It took a while to adjust back to being in your home court of Spring with Tamlin almost back to normal. You were finally able to sleep through the night most nights now. You’d been dreaming about a forest when you stilled in your dream, the smell of bonfire coming through and you looked around for the source. 
You didn’t find it- you were jolted awake when you felt hands on your body. You screamed, thrashing about to get away from whatever grabbed you. Your feet hit something solid and you screamed again, trying to crawl up the bed. 
“Stop kicking me! Love, it’s me!” 
You stilled, panting and looking at the figure next to you. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dark and your mind to catch up with what you heard and saw. It was Eris, his red hair and skin practically glowing and illuminating the room. You didn’t remember that from the last time you saw him.
“What, Eris- why- how are you here?” 
“I’m High Lord now,” he said, his voice soft and stirring that bond in your chest. “I’ve come to take you home.”
You were still stunned and confused. “In the middle of the night?” You hissed. 
He grinned at you. “I can’t wait another day. Trust me. I’ll send for your things, don’t worry.”
Then Eris scooped you up out of bed and tossed you over his shoulder, still in your nightgown. You yelled again and hit his back. “Have you lost your mind?”
He only laughed at you as he carried you out into the hall. You heard the rattle of armor and guards shouting. You flushed red with embarrassment. 
“Eris put me down!” 
“Eris, what the hell are you doing?” You wanted to die as that voice belonged to Lord Tamlin. 
“Taking my mate home,” Eris replied as if he didn’t just break several laws by barging into another High Lord’s manor. 
He stopped and Tamlin called out your name. “Do you even want to go with him?” He asked. He was more calm about this than you anticipated. “Eris put her down.” 
You lifted your body up, slightly dizzy and looked to see Tamlin shirtless, half laced trousers thrown on in a hurry. He was giving you an out. “I-“
Eris cut you off. “I’ll sign those trade agreements that had sat on my fathers desk for months and lower the import tariffs if you let us walk out of here right now, unscathed.” 
“Eris,” you glared even if he couldn’t see your face.
Tamlin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you want to go with him, yes or no?” His question was directed at you. 
You sighed. “Yes. But don’t tell anyone he hauled me out of here like a mindless brute.” 
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Tamlin sounded beyond exasperated. “Break my wards again, Eris and I will kill you.” 
“Understood,” he said with a serious tone. “I’ll send you the documents in the morning. And I’ll request for her things- the right way.” He then patted your rear, making you jolt and flush again. “I’ll be taking my mate home now.”
You glared into the darkness as he proceeded to start walking again. Tamlin made eye contact with you as you both passed and you glared at him. He did nothing to hide his amusement. You couldn’t be too angry. Tamlin knew you were Eris’s mate. He knew the feelings were mutual and had known for decades. 
You were certain that was the only reason he let you both walk out without another word. Eris finally pulled you off his shoulder and down into his arms when you both reached the manor doors. You hit him on his shoulder while he opened the doors and carried you into the courtyard. 
“You did this on purpose,” you pouted. The sentries at the door ignored you both but you knew they were snickering to themselves. 
Eris turned and whispered as he carried you past the wards. “I will make it up to you, love. Once I sign those agreements in the morning, I have nothing planned outside of keeping you in bed for the rest of the day.”
Your scent betrayed you as you thought about being with your mate for the first time in nearly a century. He grinned at you, want in his eyes and his own scent changed ever so slightly. 
“Take me home,” you whispered back. 
“See, I told you to trust me.” You rolled your eyes as he grinned and winnowed you both to Forest House. 
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mika-no-sekai-blog · 4 months
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Heal me
Word count: 1400+
Warnings: mentions of blood, depression, description of wound
In books there's no mention of Tamlin being able to winnow, but for the sake of story, let's pretend he can, okay?😉
Part II
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You lived in a small cottage deep in the woods of Spring Court, far away from other fae. It wasn't like you hated them, they hated you. Most of the creatures living in this area avoided you, believing you had quite great powers and vicious nature, cursing anybody who crossed your way.
The rumours couldn't be further from the truth, but it didn't bother you what they said about you. You loved silence, enjoying every second of your lonely life in the heart of the nature.
You had several friends that used to stop by from time to time and brought you news, so you heard about everything that happened to your High Lord. You heard rumours about him going crazy, spending his days devastating his land in a form of horrific monster. You heard that fae ran away from this doomed Court. Last of your friends came to bid you farewell just few days ago trying to convince you to run away too. But why should you?
You lived alone, not caring about the outside world. You didn't care about what's happening out there, you didn't care about your High Lord nor the upcoming war. It had no meaning in your life. Feelings like hate, fear or love were just words with no particular meaning. And so the time passed slowly.
Fresh morning air brought smell of rain through the open window. Last night rained and the sound of raindrops on the roof of cottage lulled you to sleep. With bright smile you got up, changed and cleaned your room. Today it should be a nice sunny day. The intoxicating scent of flowers beckoned you out. Quickly you ran through your herb stocks and made a list of missing ones. You took small basket and went out to collect what you needed. Birds sang above your head as you bent down to tear off some chamomile flowers.
A roar thundered through the forest, making all birds fling away. You looked around with caution. Another roar shook the trees. And another. Now you knew where it was coming from. Quickly, but quietly you ran in that direction. It's in your nature to help to those who needed it. And this with no doubt sounded like somebody needed your help.
You ran up a hill ending in a cliff. And there down in a narrow valley on the other bank of small stream was lying the biggest beast you'd ever seen. Body of bear, head of wolf with antlers, his eyes were clenched in pain. On his side you could see deep wound, blood flowed in thin rivulets into the water. You didn't waste a second, climbed down and ran to its side. As you got closer, the beast opened its eyes and looked at you with a growl, showing off rows of sharp fangs. You halted and held up your hands.
"It's okay. You see? I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. Will you let me take a look?" you spoke to the beast in a soothing voice as you slowly step by step got closer. The beast growled again, but it put its head back on the ground. Green eyes never left yours, watching you with caution. Slowly you bent down. "Can I?" you gestured to the wound. It took few heartbeats, but the beast nodded slightly.
You knelt down between enormous paws, trying to ignore the dagger-like claws that could turn you into shreds of flesh in less than minute and examined the wound. It was so deep you could see its bones and even though it'd already begun to heal, it had to be treated. You bit down your lower lip. You needed to get the beast to your cottage, but it's too big and couldn't walk on its own in this state.
"It's quite deep. I need bandages and salve, but I don't have it all with me now. I'd need to go home. You are too big and heavy, so I can't take you with me.." you started to explain.
"Where?" a male's voice rasped.
"What?" you questioned, not sure if you really heard it.
The beast blinked. "Where?"the voice repeated with great effort. You lips parted in surprise.
"Well.. My cottage is about a kilometer to the north east from here."
"'Know the place," it breathed out. "Hold on to me."
You weren't so stupid to think, it's a real speaking beast. If nothing else, its eyes gave you enough hint. Of course, it's a high fae, a shape-shifter. And it seemed he could even winnow, so you did as he told you and took his paw with both of your hands. In a blink of an eye you were back in your cottage. Your head spun after the winnow, but you ignored it. Quickly you brought everything you could need and started to work on him. After few minutes the wound was bandaged and bleeding had stopped as well.
"I'm done," you announced. "It will take some time to completely heal. You can stay here until you will be able to move again." You wiped your hands clean while the beast just was laying, eyes narrowed, lost in his thoughts. He didn't seem to be in pain anymore. "Would you like something to drink?" you asked him gently, peeking on him.
His eyes concentrated on you once again, roaming around your face and then down your body. There was so much sadness in them. He just shook his head. "So I will let you take some rest," you nodded. "If you change your mind or it hurts you, tell me." The beast snorted and his eyes once again stared into the distance, returning to whatever he was thinking about before.
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Several days passed since you found the wounded beast and brought him to your cottage. He didn't want to eat nor drink and that made you worry. He didn't speak, answering you only with small nods, his gaze was unfocused. He just lay on the floor where he winnowed to, like a lifeless object, stuffed animal. Even his wound was closing slower than it should.
You believed that everything had its time. If he wanted to talk about what bothered him, he would already say something. It wasn't your place to stick your nose into other's troubles. But still you were worried about him. You even heard him cry in his sleep last night.
Every day you checked on his wound, applied the salve and wrapped it into clean bandages and today wasn't different. Before, you let him be after tending the wound, but not today. He needed help and you were more than ready to offer your help even though he didn't ask for it.
You made him tea and set the bowl in front of him. It would be easier if he turned back into his normal form, but it couldn't be helped. Maybe he was too weak to do so. You sat down next to him and in silence ran your fingers through the fur on his shoulder. He sighed and closed eyes. You didn't talk, just continued to stroke his shoulder. After few minutes he dipped his tongue in the bowl and drank a bit. His sad green eyes turned to you, watching you carefully.
"You don't have to do this," he rasped.
"I know," you answered gently. He huffed. His eyes roamed around the room as if it was the first time he noticed.
"For vicious witch, you live quite peacefully. Silently I'd say." Now it's time for you to huff.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear."
"Everyone runs from this doomed Court. Why don't you do so too? Aren't you scared of High Lord?" His voice sounded so empty, without any feelings.
"I don't care about what's happening out there," you answered evasively.
"Hmm," he hummed. "Did you hear about his fiancée and the best friend? They ran away from him too. He certainly must be a monster." He watched you out of the corner of his eye.
"Maybe," you shrugged. "I've never met him. I would prefer to make my own opinion on him."
"I see," he drank some more of the tea and then stayed silent. His eyes were again sad and unfocused and you didn't press him more. However you continued to caress his fur without thinking. Soon enough his eyes closed and he fell asleep.
He slept for the rest of the day. You checked on him before going to the bed, but he was still fast asleep curled up into a ball. That night he seemed to rest peacefully without any haunting dreams.
In the morning when you came down, he was gone.
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achaotichuman · 4 months
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Acotar Rant Time
Tonight I'm feeling the audacity, so I'm just gonna say it.
Feyre was far more respected and far more highly regarded in the Spring Court than she ever has been in the Night Court.
In the Spring Court, she was brought in as their last hope. The savior, the High lord's salvation. And she fulfilled that, she became their salvation, their warrior, the Spring Court's champion of sorts. She was the Cursebreaker. She may not have been High lady, but to be honest. She had the same responsibilities and expectations. She was second only to the High lord, and for a 19-year-old with no experience in politics, nor any knowledge of how the Court's function, those are some pretty damn high expectations. Everyone respected and adored her. They didn't want her to help with rebuilding because they respected her as a leader and wanted her to rest. If Tamlin became incapacitated for some reason or another, she would be the one to step up into his position. That was simply another responsibility and expectation she had, and the Spring Court didn't ever dare say she wouldn't be capable for the role because they trusted her to fulfill that to the best of her ability. They loved her!
Now consider the Night Court. The Night Court was the most closed off from Under the Mountain. Velaris never having even being affected by Amarantha, so they would've had no clue of what went on. Correct me if I'm wrong on this, but I do not believe the Hewn City was really touched, and Illyria had some join Amarantha to follow their High lord, but I believe they were fairly well off compared to other Courts.
So, no one really has any idea who the fuck Feyre is, she to them is just some 20-year-old High Fae girl who showed up one day. To the Hewn City she was brought in as a slut Rhysand liked to fuck. Are they supposed to respect her for that? She was dressed in rags in the same manner she was UtM, she was put on display as a pretty doll. Everyone hated her from the get-go and had no respect for her, because she was also condoning Rhysand's abuse to them. Making them bow to her and overall being a bitch to a whole city of people. The next time they see her she is suddenly High lady. Was that supposed to make them respect her? Of course, it wouldn't have! She joined in on abusing them, acting like a horrific person, and demanding they bow to her even though she had done nothing to deserve it. They only do what she asks because they have been taught to be terrified of Rhysand.
The Hewn City has no reason to think of her as their ruler. Feyre has proven time and time again she does not respect them, so why should they respect her? Most of Illyria most likely does not even know she exists considering how widespread it is. Not to mention Feyre also does nothing to help the woman abused there, so again, why should they respect her? Because self-fucking-righteous Rhysand says so?
And Velaris. Again, most of them probably don't even know she exists. And they also have no reason to think of her as their ruler, considering she has done nothing for them, and they would have never known how she broke the curse. To them, she's just another woman going about her day, no one special. No one they care about or answer to.
This post is not to say Feyre shouldn't have left the Spring Court. This is to say Tamlin is not sexist in any way. When he said High ladies did not exist that was simply a statement of fact and reassurance they would not call her as such as Feyre at the time did not want to be High lady. He put her in a high position of power and exalted her name. She was loved and respected by all, and there was no fear-mongering necessary to get her that respect, she earned it and Tamlin upheld it. Rhysand however, dragged Feyre's name through the mud and she let him.
I fully believe Feyre had every right to leave Tamlin. However, her reputation was ruined permanently by going to the Night Court.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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lanitalay · 5 months
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Before I Say Goodnight
Summary: 21st Century fem!reader gets thrown into the world of ACOTAR after a freak incident. Slow burn romance. Azriel x reader
COMPLETED
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Chapter list:
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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foxglovebells · 11 months
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Lost Star (Part 2)
Azriel x Reader!Sister Reader
Summary: Rhys’s mother and sister, Y/n, were kidnapped and murdered by Tamlin’s family centuries ago. Everyone mourned their deaths but especially Azriel. His mate’s death had changed him and he was never truly the same, he still held onto the hope that you were still alive. Turns out he was right.
Warnings: Trauma
Notes: This ones a bit shorter, but I wanted to put out Y/n’s POV separately. Also ignore any typos😅Enjoy:)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
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The room was cold. That’s the first thing you thought of every morning before every single memory leading up to that very moment rushed back to you. Lingering between dreamland and reality was the only peace you were offered.
The room wasn’t large by any means, but it wasn’t the usual cramped space that a cell normally would be.
It had a bed shoved into the corner of the metal chamber. The cold from the walls radiated throughout the entire room, not even the small stove on the opposite wall could warm it.
The room was similar to a studio apartment. There was a bed and a kitchen. A bathroom the size of a closet with a shower that hardly had enough room to turn around it, let alone produce any hot water.
If you hadn’t been able to magic your wings away before you were trapped in the magic less cell, you wouldn’t have been able to fit in your bed, and definitely not the tiny bathroom and shower.
There was a single blanket, thinned and filled with holes after centuries of use. A book shelf was there as well, filled with ancient texts that had been placed there by generations of spring court high lords.
You had read each one front to back, hundreds of times, memorizing the words on each page as if they were permanently ingrained into your mind. One book it particular had ancient spell magic, used by witches before they had been wiped out.
So you studied it, it was your only reprieve. That and training your body to exhaustion so that you could pass out and fall asleep, sleeping passed time much quicker. You sat and practiced the magic, trying desperately to break though the magic binding walls. You could feel it humming within the room, but never seeping out.
For years you tried, you tried astral projection, meditation, astrological magic—which was ironic considering how far beneath the surface you were. You tried strumming the string of your mate bond. Attempting to reach out for him, because the box blocked even soul magic.
You not only tried magic, but also force. You tried to find a door, nothing. A crack even, indicating a hidden exit. You tore off the carpeting. Moved the furniture, tapped every object for at least a hint of the exit, but you came across blank every time.
So many times you wanted to just give up. He’s forgotten you. It’s been too long. He’s moved on. I just want him to be happy. The repetition of thought clouded your brain. Should I just give up now?
That mindset never lasted for long though. By the next morning you were back to trying. Even if your mate moved on, you wanted to see him happy one last time. You wanted to see your brother, had he finally found his mate? Had Cassian?
The thoughts of your friends encouraged you to try harder. One day, you had a breakthrough.
It was just a simple hum of magic, hardly anything. But to you it was the biggest piece of hope. Because the hum wasn’t coming from your magic attempts inside the box like normal. No, it was coming from the outside, you could feel magic from outside the box.
So you ran with it. You conjured the words of the spell in your mind as you lay on your bed.
“sicut me somnus vincit, spiritus surripiant me, surgam et appaream in mente alicujus prope.”
You repeated it over, and over, and over, and over again. Until you feel your mind drifting, falling into a slumber.
And then suddenly you’re looking through someone else’s eyes as they walk down a hallway. The spring manor hallway.
“Help me!” You bang against her mind
“Help me!” Again.
“Help me!” You push your magic harder to get through the walls of magic confined by the metal.
And then you’re no longer looking through her, you’re looking at her. You’re begging her, telling her to help you. The girl is human. How can a human help you?
You don’t question it for longer than a second, someone knowing is better than no one. But you feel the magic inside you fading. Turns out it takes a lot of power to get through a box made to contain powerful magic.
You panic and try harder to stay. When you realize you won’t succeed you try to say one last thing, “I’m in the—”
“—back estate.” But you were awake now. And your message hadn’t been delivered.
“The back estate! Through the trees, behind the manor! Down the stairs, beneath the basement!” Your voice cracks as you scream, tears pour down your face, you bang your hands against the metal walls until they’re bloody, as if somehow she would be able to hear you.”
“Help me, help me, help me.” You keep repeating as you curl into a ball and sob, rocking yourself back and forth, trying to imagine Az’s arms around yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he sends love and reassurance down the bond. The bond that is gone, the bond that you can’t feel anymore.
And so you cry yourself to sleep on the floor. You don’t get up the rest of the day, or the day after that, or the one after that. The last of your fight is gone. Centuries you had spent trying to get someone to help you. If someone didn’t know by now, they probably wouldn’t know ever.
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azsazz · 2 years
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Yay I can finally share these! You guys are the first to know about the ACOTAR travel postcards I designed that are officially licensed by SJM! 💙
This was literally such a fun project and I started this on my cross-country road trip and I cranked them out so fast. I loved every second of this and I do have a few more ideas for other places in the ACOTAR universe too.
Which one is your favorite? 😏
I'm going to be putting these up on my Etsy shop if you are interested in purchasing a postcard of them (just waiting on them to arrive to me).
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simmanin · 7 days
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my dislike for Feyre started when she went back to the Spring Court in ACOWAR and told them some made-up sob story about how horrible Rhysand was to her and insinuated that he committed horrible, ungodly crimes against her but then got mad when people believed her and was like “How DARE you think my mate is a horrible person 😡” like babe…let’s think a bit…
(also: i dont hate her, i just prefer pretty much everyone else over her at the moment lol)
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