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FM2M Ch6 Preview
Ch 6: Dreams are Sweet, Until They’re Not
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Catch up on Ch 1-5 here
Ch6: here
Tag list: @beaumaismortel @s-uppertime @vulpes-fennec @the-lonelybarricade @panicatthenightcourt @coracrowart @starfall-spirit @freyjas-musings @vikingmagic33 @headcanonheadcase @hlizr50 @highladysith @valeridarkness @lokisllama @aldbooks @foreverinelysian @dxnniiix
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starlightbooklove · 4 months
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Sometimes I'm normal and suddenly my head goes like "I WOULD HAVE WAITED, I WOULD HAVE WAITED 500 MORE YEARS FOR YOU..." and I am no longer normal
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highladyofterrasen7 · 5 months
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I have a personal head canon
That rhys did the paint not just so he could tell when someone laid their hands on her, or just to prove his innocence, but also to help put feyre at ease because he probably knew she would choose to take the faerie wine, and so she herself could be reassured that nothing bad (SA) happened to her overnight when she couldn’t remember what happened
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monebula-art · 11 months
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🔥 Cursebreaker 🔥
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feysandarcheron · 1 year
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2023 will be my 8 year anniversary of reading acotar wtffff
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rhysands-rightknee · 1 year
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#1 in my heart
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copypastus · 3 months
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I saw @acotardeservesbetter doing an unofficial Summer Court month and got inspired to draw my take on them based on the general court designs I did a while back.
From left to right Cresseida, Tarquin and Varian.
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lunaduskxo · 2 months
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Love these arts by mftfernandez, lulybot and bethgilbert_art? (you can find them all on ig)
The lovely commissioner @throughstarlitfields (neur0toxin on ig) has an Etsy with these licensed pieces and more!
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popjunkie42 · 2 months
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My loves, my darlings, my dear hearts:
It is my one year anniversary of reading A Court of Thorns and Roses for the first time!
I have no idea how I found it: I will randomly put books in a wishlist when they get recommended to me, from friends and the internet. A good friend of mine had been cleaning house and gave me a huge gift card to our local used book shop, and I went through one day in early February just picking books randomly from my list. I read ACOTAR quickly and liked it a lot, but felt sort of meh reading about another toxic, bro-y romance lead. “Ah well,” I thought. “It’s just the way it is.” I went back to pick up ACOMAF, had a convo with the checkout girl whose eyes lit up and she told me how much she loved the series.
And then, you know. Permanent brain rot. I can truly say I’ve thought about ACOTAR every single day over the past year. I came back to fanfiction after almost 20 years (!!).
I’m in my feels this Valentine’s because I’m so blessed to be in this crazy place surrounded by so many talented, kind, funny people who are just as insane as me 😅 You know who you are and I’m so happy to be your friend!
In honor of my warm fuzzies and Valentine’s on WIP Wednesday, here’s a bit of smut from my WIP Chains below the cut!
(M for Mature NSFW and all that)
“Just shut up, Rhys.” He sucked in a gasp as I slipped my hand down the front of his pants and felt the velvet softness of his skin. My eyes were on his face, seeking reassurance and finding it in his open, panting mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. I struggled to fit my fingers around him, and I ran them over his skin lightly. He groaned and began gently bucking his hips, his length sliding through my fingers.
He was coming undone in just my hands.
Touching Rhys was like holding magic in my palms, something dangerous and wild for me to wield. Maybe my mind wasn’t ready yet for a mate, but something in my chest was vibrating at an alarming frequency as I watched Rhys lay back on the bed, his back arched, his throat moving with his gasping breaths. His magnificent, muscled chest was bare in front of me and I drank in every detail, from the sweat beading on his skin to the deep flush growing from his sternum and moving up his neck.
Watching Rhys respond to my touch was like sculpting with water, like commanding darkness. I charted his breaths, the noises escaping from his throat, experimenting and shifting my hand around him as he moved under my touch. Here the most powerful High Lord in Prythian was mine to command. All I wanted to do was to chase his ruination and watch him come undone before me, a beautiful pleasure, and a punishment. I wanted him to think of every frustrating reading lesson, every raised brow at my nascent magic, every annoying smirk he offered me as I had a struggled my way through Prythian.
He let out a groan, low and rough, and I wondered again how much that shield around the room was blocking from the two sentries at my door. I was gripping him rougher now, twisting my wrist as his hips thrust him further up into my hand. His eyes slit open, hooded and dark, and I could see the predator inside of him, barely contained.
Mine. The word rang through my chest like a bell. My eyes swept over his body. I ran my thumb over the broad head of him, over the glistening beads of wetness starting to form. I was desperate for him, to have him take and devour me, and maybe that traveled down the bond because his eyes snapped open, as black as pools of night. I leaned forward across him, to take his lips into mine and -
“Feyre?” I froze at two sharp knocks on the door, Lucien’s muffled voice beyond.
I thought Rhys might explode.
His snarl brought me back and I took my hand off of his cock to push his shoulders back down to the bed, covering his mouth. By the way he looked at me, straddled over his body, I wasn’t sure how much it mattered.
“Tell Vanserra to fuck off,” he muttered between my fingers, his voice a vicious growl.
“Don’t say anything, and he will,” I whispered back.
I felt nothing more like a child hiding my crayons under the blankets when my nurses came to check on me. I was frozen over Rhys, whose fingers were slowly digging more and more into the flesh of my thighs.
After what seemed like an eternity, we heard padded footsteps retreat on the carpet, the sentries muttering something we couldn’t hear.
A breath whooshed out of me and I dropped my head onto Rhysand’s shoulder. Although my body wouldn’t forget his warmth, his scent so close, something had curdled in my stomach.
“You’re right,” I said, muffled into his skin as I felt his breathing slow. “This is a terrible idea.”
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captainninej · 10 months
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im rewatching cindy's acosf video and holy shit rhysand reading out nesta's bill to feyre is so fucking manipulative???? hello???
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starlightbooklove · 4 months
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Seeing so many agree about Rhysand, it's official, the man took his wife's last name for sure.
Long live Feyre and Rhysand Archeron ✨🤌
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asnowfern · 2 months
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Til Forever Falls Apart - Master List
Summary: The great kingdom of Ye was not always held captive by Hybern and their three suns. Up until over a year ago, the kingdom still teemed with life but the invaders came with their unholy deal with the heavens and entrapped their lives in an endless cycle of heat waves and forest fires. Faced with the ultimatum to either fight or perish with the world, Feyre agreed to be a spy within the Moonstone Palace. There were just two people she had to look out for: Raven, her ally and fellow spy that she was to assist in the rebellion efforts, and Prince Rhysand, the cruel prince that betrayed their country.
A Chang E/Moon Goddess inspired tale🎑
Rating: M, violence/torture, slight NSFW (we are not there yet, unfortunately) Read (3/7): AO3 | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
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maryberry · 3 months
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"And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him."
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thatpurpledudetrey · 5 months
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even tho i never liked feyre and hated some of her terrible actions. I feel pity for her bcs her character got stripped away and reduced to revolved around a disgusting, musty, crusty, rusty 0 star man who SA'd her UTM and broke her arm to force her into a bargain and then proceed to brainwashed her into thinking his a good guy (idc what yall say its fucking canon that feyre got brainwashed by rice shit) and trapped in fantasy version of america for the rest of her life. Like i wouldnt wish that upon a girl i dont like bro, that sounds like an absoulete nightmare.
So thats why im neutral feyre instead of anti feyre, we need more ppl who is neutral with feyre!!!!!!!
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born-to-riot · 6 months
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Contrary to popular belief, Eris Vanserra did have feelings. He has a heart and as much as he loathes to admit it, he does fall guilty to being influenced by its whims. Whether that’s a good or bad thing remains to be seen; however, as now his heart is quite literally compelling him to follow his stupid mate into a metaphorical lion’s den. ‘Family Dinner at the Night Court.’ What the fuck.
Initially just expecting to get a front row seat to Azriel’s family drama, Eris Vanserra finds himself disappointed yet ultimately not surprised when the arrival of Lucien at the Night Court family dinner forces his own problems to be served up as part of the main course.
Tag List: (tell me if you don’t wanna be here) @acourtofladydeath @ofduskanddreams @secret-third-thing @areyoudreaminof @iftheshoef1tz @chunkypossum @queercontrarian
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lunaduskxo · 4 months
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Little reminder to those who forget.
3 mountains, 3 sisters, 3 brothers.
It’s not cliche because sjm did say IT’S OBVIOUS.
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