I was very amused when through fandom events I realized starfall is supposed to take place at the first day of SPRING. How could I not insert a lil Tamlin? Works for either @starfallweek or @feyreweekofficial

“ohhhh so nesta can be MEAN to the IC but they can’t do it back” i’m twenty. if a sixteen year old got under my skin that much to the point i was beefing with them i would end it all out of sheer humiliation. i don’t even want to imagine how embarrassing it would be if i was over 500 and a girl in her twenties got to me that bad. like was it really that serious.

Feyres Story times:

• How my husband assaulted, drugged and humiliated me the first time we met😍🥰

• How he made me fetch my own engagement ring in a death trap🤩💍

• How my husband and I purchased our fifth mansion 🤑✌️

• How I got back at my ex by endangering innocent people😇🙌

• How my husband dresses me like his wh0re and beats people up who call me that💅

• How my husband wants to kill my sister🤪

• How I found out that my husband and friends lied to me about my pregnancy that will kill me☺️💖

genuinely how it felt when Rhysand told Az to back off of Elain in that ACOSF bonus chapter

illyrian women being given the opportunity to train while nothing is done to challenge the systems behind their oppression has similar implications to women being given greater opportunities in paid employment while capitalism, racism & patriarchy remain fully intact.

it seems ‘progressive’ on the surface but in reality it:

a) does very little to combat the systemic causes of oppression;

b) merely results in what some sociologists call the dual burden, or women’s triple shift.

essentially, in heterosexual relationships, gender roles have remained largely unchanged, with women continuing to do the vast majority of housework and child-rearing. thus, the move into employment means that women now typically have two jobs (unpaid domestic labour and paid work) to their male partner’s one (paid work). this is the dual burden that many women face under capitalism.

the triple shift is a similar concept; however, it also considers women’s role in carrying out the emotional labour necessary to maintain close bonds within the (nuclear) family unit. this notion instead suggests that women have three jobs (paid employment, unpaid domestic tasks and emotional labour) to their male partner’s one.

there’s a lot of evidence to support both theories, but that’s not the point of this post.

to relate this back to acotar: rhysand giving illyrian women the opportunity to train is about as effective in alleviating their subjugation as access to paid employment was for women.

to be clear, i’m not saying that women shouldn’t be in paid employment (obviously), nor am i suggesting that access to work has done nothing to help improve women’s lives.

perhaps a better way of framing it would be this: did patriarchy collapse when women were granted access to the workplace? did paid employment ‘solve’ gender inequality? it has been decades since women started to transition into paid work, and is misogyny (and a whole other host of issues that stem from patriarchy) any less prevalent?

rhysand granting illyrian women access to training while the roots of their subjugation remain intact simply creates a dual burden. now, instead of just doing the domestic labour, they get to learn to fight so they can go die in wars waged by a ruler that cares very little for their existence beyond their use as cannon-fodder. yay! feminism!

there is obviously room here for a much more in-depth conversation about capitalism, racism and patriarchy & whether such systems are truly any weaker than in previous decades as opposed to having just changed forms/adapted to the modern world. additionally, much more can be said about the subjugation of the illyrians in acotar and rhysand’s role in it, and parallels can be drawn between this and real world contexts. but, for the sake of brevity, i’ll leave that for another time.

my main point here is simply that illyrian women being allowed to train causes further harm and very little progress. they face oppression at the hands of illyrian males, but all illyrians are oppressed by the unequal hierarchy of power that dominates the night court - a hierarchy that rhysand sits at the very top of.

just as in our world patriarchy will continue to function so long as racism and capitalism do too, so will, in the night court, the subjugation of illyrian women continue so long as the unequal distribution of power persists.

rhysand cannot, and will not, fix a problem when said problem is merely a symptom of his power. if illyrian liberation is contingent on the abolition of unequal hierarchies of power, it is therefore contingent on the abolition of rhysand’s position as high lord. freedom for the illyrians is quite literally against his interests.

any solutions he attempts to provide (such as granting access to training) are about as helpful as sticking a plaster on a broken bone.

What did Tamlin really go through in UtM?

I don't know about you guys, but given Tamlin's personality, I don't think he just stood by watching Feyre go through her tasks, and I have reasons for it: Amarantha spent half a century pretending to be someone different from the one who tortured and then imprisoned Jurian in a ring for the High Lords of Prythian, that is, half a century plotting to then trap them all at once under her will. When Tamlin refused to be her consort, Amarantha, at the peak of her vanity, gave him another 49 years, 49 years for him to break his curse, 49 years she spent thinking of how to have him. If ACOTAR and other mentions of her throughout the books made one thing clear, it's that Amarantha is someone very ingenious, creative, and determined. And her obsession with Tamlin reached such a point, it's hard to believe she just left him there to watch Feyre helplessly. Understand, it's not that I don't find it plausible, in fact, I think such an idea is very much in line with Amarantha's character. But a woman who waited 49 years to have him in her bed wouldn't just make him a trophy to be shown off; she would use him, and I don't think I need to mention the implications of that, as Rhysand has already made his experience with her quite clear. Imagine then someone who said they'd rather sleep with a human than with her? Another point is that Feyre arrived days after the captivity began, so until then, assuming that after her arrival the only torture Tamlin endured was watching her, what did Tamlin go through? If his reactions in ACOMAF are any indication, Feyre's death and his inability to help her don't seem to have been the only things that affected him. From here, I go a little further, I believe Tamlin didn't even truly witness some things. In fact, I think only when Feyre was on stage in the throne room was Tamlin truly there, as it would have been torture for both, otherwise, Amarantha would have kept him occupied. Remember, faeries heal fast. That's why I think much more happened to Tamlin than what we see in ACOTAR. I was very disappointed when I read ACoMaF, where Tam is completely ruined in his psyche, and at no point is this mentioned or even considered by Feyre, who only focuses on what she's feeling and what Rhys says to her.

Effloresce snippet

“How did you,” Nesta had managed to surprise her, “How did you come to meet this woman?” Nesta let out a ragged, half-mad laugh. “I tried to hire her to smuggle me into the Spring Court to save my sister.” She twisted, looking straight at Kali. “Why do they call Rhysand a pretender?” Warmth, whatever warmth Nesta had garnered, evaporated. “The heir died,” Kali pronounced. “The current High Lord prevented us from vengeance. We could not- the Lady Shahar did not return to the sky. You cannot lead the clans without honor.” Nesta’s honor was tarnished in every direction. Her father, her sister, her dead uncounted. “Who is the next heir?” Kali sucked in an audible breath and then, just as careful, off as the way Koram had touched her, clapped the back of Nesta’s shoulder where bone and muscle would meet in wings were she something else. “That pale bitch who’s been dragging Cassian around by his throat for centuries, my lady.” Morrigan. Of course, it was Morrigan. Nesta wiped her face. “Will it cause problems?” “Your friend, the mercenary? The mortal child of an Illyrian?” Kali shrugged, motion half wings, “It will be strange. Not violent.” “And probably good for them to see.” “Them,” Kali echoed. Nesta pressed hard against her wet eyes, once, the pressure twinned with pain in her face. “I’m not going to tell anyone who they can or cannot consort with,” Nesta nearly hissed, before she reeled herself back in. “I am not a High Lord. These things happen, and there is nothing wrong with them.” Kali, quite obviously cautious, squeezed Nesta’s shoulder like it was made of bone fine porcelain. “Lady Nesta.” It was kind, and utterly unbearable. “Why do you need her?” Kali asked, after a long moment. “The mercenary?” Nesta, feeling like the expression cracked her, bleeding open, smiled. “She travels in the company of Jurian,” Nesta told her, one more Archeron secret laid bare, “Breaker of chains and kings. I have need of him.”

I hope everybody agrees that Ivy is Elriel, The Great War is Nessian and Call It What You Want is Feysand

Come Hel or High Lord: Ch 15

Chapter 15: Returning the Favor

Words: 8700 (real chunky bby)

Reminder: This is a crossover between all SJM series. So spoilers for TOG, ACOTAR, and CC

Summary:

I don't know where all this plot came from but if y'all could look past the fact that it's held together with two pieces of chewed up gum and some glitter that would be great. Just here for the vibes...

More of the snippet below the cut. Read on Ao3

Azriel slumped down onto the sharp shards of slate at the edge of the lake and looked out at it’s glassy surface. It was more than a little reckless coming here of all places after what he had just done, but it’s the only place he wanted to be. Going home wasn’t an option until he had calmed down and he couldn’t stand the thought of being around another living soul anyway. Shame washed over him and he buried his face in his palms, pressing them tightly into his eyes.  Then he began to laugh. Laughing at himself, his situation, the past, he didn’t know, it didn't really matter all that much but he couldn’t stop. It wasn’t until he found himself pounding into the slate with bloody fists, that he snapped back into his body, letting his mania of laughter subside in gulps as he worked to calm himself. 

The blood dripped lazily from the ends of his fingers as Azriel stood and walked to the edge of the lake. The water would be freezing but he felt numb anyway and needed to wash the blood from his hands. Just as the tips of his fingers skimmed the water, Azriel felt a burst of power split his mind down the middle. He fell backward from his crouch, clutching the sides of his skull. Feyre was screaming into his head.  AZRIEL PLEASE AZ WHERE ARE YOU What’s wrong?  His panicked thoughts raced out to meet her but he found only empty space.  FEYRE?! Nothing. Fuck.   Azriel took a deep, calming breath, readying his shadows to take him to the River House when she found him again.  HOUSE OF WIND… NOWHERE ELSE  Feyre. What’s going on?  Az… you’re too far away .. I can’t ..  Feyre I’m here, I’m here. His heart was racing and he didn’t want to leave until it was clear what she needed from him.  Go … House of Wind ….  She must have been expending a tremendous amount of energy to communicate with him from such a distance. It’s why her message was broken into pieces.  I’m coming Feyre!  He screamed down the weakening link between their minds, hoping she heard it. Briefly, he thought about running back to Eris, wanting to tell him something was happening and to … to what? Be safe? Help him? Azriel let out a rattled breath, shaking his head at his stupidity and willed his shadows to take him directly to the House of Wind.  It was too far of a jump with the house wards to also contend with but he poured raw magic from his siphons into the jump, impressing upon them that they had to make it work. There wasn’t time.  In a mass of black and cobalt, magic swirled around him, lifting his sweaty, blood-coated curls from where they were plastered to his face. His hazel eyes crackled with energy as it built up in his veins, his body preparing to move and with a shuddering boom, he was gone. 

This is a cross over fic so a giant cast of characters and a big stupid storyline but Azris is my main bitch in this fic so ... Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train : @talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot @fell-in-luvs @fieldofdaisiies @aktrain @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @secret-third-thing @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @youvereachedthenearest-lovergirl @baileybird71 @skyesayshi @yanny-77

dude I wish I could animate cuz I just thought of the funniest shit ever

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I’m cursing your bloodline, ao3 user vanyamoon

Timeloop snippet

Life before life went a little like this: Lucien again, before again was a constant, elbows pressed to the same obsidian bar. His own reflection shining up at him- gold and red and gold, rudely bright among three hundred carefully chosen gentry, every one clad to themed costume in shades of silver and black.   Down that fresh mined, too shining surface, Nesta Archeron as rigid as he was slumped, too-stark collar bone rising out from a lace cloud.   A wary blink, when Lucien turned his back on spinning, dancing crowd, and raised a frothing pink flute of champagne her way in acknowledgement. Slow, a bruise on her wrist laid bare by the motion, she’d tipped a tumbler of whiskey his way.   A second of thought, seeping past numb boredom and growing hatred to ignite: the mark of fingers, a large hand, dug in Nesta Archeron’s arm.   The hideous fucking dress, which, at second look, hid so much of her she might as well not have a shape, a body, at all. Her shining pale face, shadows dark as the bruises oh so carefully made over beneath her flat, grey eyes. Gutted- ash colored- Lucien has seen that gaze burn with the sort of fire that made worlds, free and ferocious and-   And Lucien slid down the bar with all the remaining grace he could muster, came to a stop with a safe seats worth of room between.   She did not look.   Ruinous anger and fractured fucking horror- Lucien swallowed. Opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Nesta interrupted.   “You left behind your drink,” she said, gaze once more locked on the wall behind the bar, “They’ll look.”   Lucien did as he was told. Returned. Sipped champagne it took endless willpower not to gag on, and said, soft beneath the music, just breath lost under a cacophony of noise. “Do you want to leave?”   Back and forth, careful circles never sloshing, Nesta watched the golden liquor in her glass. It smelled like storm clouds- Dawn brewed petrichor, bite like memory itself.   Lucien could not stop himself from trying again. “Day,” he whispered, carefully holding himself away. “Summer. Dawn. Across the sea. Autumn. There are places Illyrians can’t go.”   Places disappearing quickly- Rhysand had a crown and dying empire he planned to make anew.   They wouldn’t all be here, if it weren’t true.   “I think,” Nesta said, set down drink a chime, every motion elegance- strength- it took such fucking strength, to bruise High Fae in a way that stuck- Lucien was going to be sick. “I would like to dance.”

acotar & asoiaf au collection || The Night Court as House Arryn.

"As High As Honor." // Rhysand Arryn of the Eyrie, Lord of the Eyrie, Warden of the East and Defender of the Vale.

ft. Morrigan Frey of the Twins (formerly), Emissary of House Arryn, cousin of Lord Rhysand Arryn, daughter of Lord Keir Frey and Heir of House Frey (formerly, disowned after her exile and annulled betrothal to Eris Baratheon).

ft. Ser Azriel Stone of the Vale of Arryn, a Knight of the Vale, bastard son of the late Lord Arryn, half-brother and personal bodyguard of Lord Rhysand Arryn and illegitimate member of House Arryn. A Shadowbinder, making it possible that his mother hailed from Asshai.

now how would the elain and rhysand friendship play out... like I can see it since in the last book rhys has been understanding of her (tho we still would need to talk about how he handled she being mated with lucien and what he says in the BC) and elain respects him, I dare to say even she's even grateful but as being buddies.. that's the part I'm equally curious and scared about (sjm don't fuck it up)