#Circle of Dusk

[silverflameataraxia]

SJM wrote the Ember bonus chapter to perfectly showcase the hypocrisy of the IC. They only reacted the way they did because it was Nesta who acted. They would have never reacted that way if it was anyone else. If Feyre had been the sole person who could summon and control the Mask, and she chose to give it to Bryce, the IC would have understood. Rhysand can use the "Nesta risked Prythian" line to try and justify his behavior, but him and Feyre have risked Prythian more times than Nesta has.

Feysand literally released death-gods onto Prythian during the war with Hybern, hoping that they could control them. Considering Feyre couldn't even control Bryaxis, I highly doubt they would have been able to control death-gods, but they released them from confinement anyway because they deemed the risk to Prythian to be worth it. It ultimately was, and the death-gods were killed in battle. But was Feysand ripped to shreds because they risked Prythian? No.

Feyre released - and subsequently lost - Bryaxis, so now Fear itself is roaming free throughout Prythian. Was Feyre ripped to shreds or threatened with punishment because of it? Nope. The IC treat it like it's a joke.

Feysand gave the Cauldron - the very kill switch of Prythian - to Miryam and Drakon, hoping they can protect it, but once again it is a huge risk to Prythian. And a decision that Feysand did not have a right to make since the Cauldron does not belong to the Night Court, and nor does it effect only the Night Court. But did Feysand answer to every person in Prythian for what they did? No. Were they ripped to shreds or threatened with punishment or possible execution? Nope.

Could you imagine if the IC had punished or executed Nesta and then Bryce shows up. "Hey guys, Nesta and I defeated the Asteri. They won't be a threat to you ever again." How does the IC even come back from this? An "I'm sorry," won't cut it. They completely jumped the gun and now they look like fools.

Only Nesta would be treated in such a way by the IC. SJM went to great lengths to show that Nesta is not a part of the IC's family. And that's fine and dandy, but she needs to get out of the Night Court. I think the IC's treatment of Nesta will serve as a catalyst for her Starborn journey, which ultimately will take her to the Dusk Court.

[nestaians]

nesta being future dusk high lady theory falls apart for me whenever i remember nessian is a thing and ic and feysand superiority exists. do u think sjm will have nesta outshine them? be separated and be her own person? acosf proved it won’t happen

cassian will be the lord of dusk or husband of the lady of dusk when he is commander for night court? first cassian would have to take his mouth of his precious high lord’s d*ck and if he does u think he has the mentality to leave his family and be trusted to treat night court without making it personal,, seeing the way he is, doubt it. not forget he runs to his precious lord and shared everything -example when he shared info about valkyries that was not his to share

speaking of, nesta is valkyrie but she won’t be able to be a part of dusk as long as she is mated with cassian bc he ties her to ic and night court. her loyalty to dusk will always be doubted bc of that bc she is commander of night court and the high lord’s brother’s mate

nessian unfortunately is canon sjm loves them. if sjm was a good writer and had balls she wouldnt have made them a thing so fast but rather take it slow. it isn’t like tamlin and feyre bc bond was accepted by nessian. nesta is trapped with cassian and ic, free her man

[theactualsunshinechild]

Aventurine really is the Tragedy to Sampo's classic Comedy and that's why I'm so obsessed with both of them

Please I want my faves to meet and bankrupt a casino together. It would be such a great bonding activity

[gwynslibrary]

The real three brothers x three sisters

⚔️❤️‍🔥Nesta and Cassian ⚔️❤️‍🔥

🗡️💙 Gwyneth and Azriel 🗡️💙

⚔️❤️Emerie and Morrigan ⚔️❤️

[litteraslegit]

Nesta likely has Starborn magic :) which is why she will be the HIGH QUEEN OF DUSK COURT

[maybeiwasjustjade]

Upcoming ACOTAR fics: Little Sprout Verse

A series of one-shots set before, during, and after Koschei’s War, and mostly focuses around Tamlin and his various relationships as the years change.

Set twelve years after the events of HOFAS (bare knowledge necessary), and nearly three after the end of Koschei’s War, Prythian has entered an era of peace unseen since the days of King Fionn himself.

To an outsider, anyway. The reality isn’t as pretty.

The Seasonal Courts have finally found a balance in their coexistence. Autumn finds itself in an era of prosperity and growth under its newly crowned High Lord. Summer staggered at first, but with the finalization of its codified equality laws and a first successful season of its Council of Voices, High Lord Tarquin’s dreams are soon to be a reality. Winter has welcomed a new heir—a son, to join their growing family.

Spring has been revitalized, nearly comparable in splendor to how it was in the years before Amarantha. Cities have been rebuilt, and more and more of Spring citizens have returned from their refuge. Century-long alliances respected; a family reunited at last. And soon, its citizen will celebrate in the most grand celebration: the upcoming nuptials between their beloved High Lord and High Lady.

The Solar Courts, however, have increasingly found themselves in disarray. Though Day prospers as it always has, High Lord Helion finds himself heartbroken over the discovery and subsequent rejection of his only son, who has returned to Spring. Dawn stands strong in its neutrality, but chaotic forces from the north seek to destabilize their hard-earned peace.

A rebellion has formed in the far north. Citizens have fled in dead night, with no traces to be found. Dead, maimed males found scattered over the Illyrian Steppes. Natural disasters ravage the western bank of Night. The Night Court stands alone, its Inner Circle fractured beyond repair as sides are drawn, and mating bonds break. The newly risen Dusk Court has returned to stake its claim on what is rightfully theirs.

The agreed biennial High Lords meeting is soon upon them. A recon mission gone wrong has resulted in multiple hostages in the hands of Night’s sworn enemy. Grudges will be settled; recompense will be delivered. For the High Lady of Spring is out for blood.

[0lk0s]

seeing people drag nesta for giving bryce the mask is crazy lmao

like what was she supposed to do? wait for rhysand to tell her she can do it? because if we imply yalls logic that she endangered the world by her decision, she should have asked every being in that world right?

maybe it wasn't her decision to make, but for sure it wasn't rhysands or ic's... trove answers to her so i would argue she has the most authority to decide

anyways it would be ten times better if bryce actually asked her to go fight😩 bryce saw that nesta is capable of killing asteri, so why wouldn't she ask her to join? from what was established about bryce in this book, it's perfectly in character for her. but whatever ig

[viajandopelomar]

Spoiler for my new ACOTAR fanfic centered on NESTA ARCHERON (I haven't decided on the name yet)✨✨

the text in Portuguese 🇧🇷 will be below

"— For telling her that her husband thought he had the right to decide whether she would go through with the pregnancy? Because you all simply came to the conclusion that she should have this baby even though she had not even the slightest idea that she would never be able to to see him grow up? Because despite being so young and a fetus compared to her husband, she must surely die for the tiny possibility of conceiving his heir before she even lives half his life, don't you want me to be sorry for it? told the truth before it was too late for her to have autonomy? — Nesta smiled, as if she knew the exact blow she would land — I thought she left Tamlin's court because he did something similar."

I took Nesta and Amren's confrontation scene over Ataraxia and changed it a bit. One more spoiler: we will have a physical confrontation with Rhysand, with the repercussion of gossip in the newspapers, because yes, I want chaos ✨.

By the way, I need a beta reader. preferably a Brazilian, since I don't know English 🙂. In this story we will have Nesta as the high lady of the twilight, and there is no reconciliation of sisters either. I don't know how to write reconciliation, I really like chaos and anger. It's what I like to read, and what I prefer to write, because I write what I looked for to read and couldn't find 🤷🏻‍♀️. Well, I'm also thinking about Nesta/OC, but it's not confirmed yet. This will not be the rise of twilight now, immediately, it will take at least almost a century. Tarquin will remain the youngest high lord, I will not put a woman who knows nothing about fae life as a ruler.

🇧🇷 Spoiler da minha nova fanfic de ACOTAR centrada em NESTA ARCHERON (que ainda não decidi o nomeee)✨✨

"— Por ter dito a ela que o marido se achou no direito de decidir se ela seguiria com a gravidez? Porque todos vocês simplesmente chegaram a conclusão que ela deveria ter esse bebê mesmo que ela não tivesse nem sequer a mínima idéia de que nunca poderia vê-lo crescer? Porque apesar de ser tão jovem e um feto comparada ao marido, ela com certeza deve morrer pela minúscula possibilidade de conceber o herdeiro dele antes que sequer viva metade da vida dele, não é? Você quer que eu esteja arrependida por ter contado a verdade antes que fosse tarde demais para ela ter autonomia? — Nesta sorriu, como se soubesse o exato golpe que acertaria — Pensei que ela tivesse deixado a corte de Tamlin porque ele fez algo parecido. Foi o que ela me disse."

Peguei a cena do confronto de Nesta e Amren sobre Ataraxia e o alterei um pouco. mais um spoiler: teremos confronto físico com Rhysand com direito a repercussão da fofoca em jornais, porque sim, eu quero o caos ✨.

A propósito, preciso de um leitor beta. de preferência um brasileiro, já que eu não sei inglês 🙂. Nessa história teremos Nesta como alta senhora do crepúsculo, e também não tem reconciliação de irmãs. não sei escrever reconciliação, eu gosto do caos e da raiva mesmo. é o que gosto de ler, e o que eu prefiro escrever, porque escrevo o que procurei pra ler e não encontrei 🤷🏻‍♀️. Bem, também estou pensando em Nesta/OC, mas ainda não está confirmado. Nesta não vai erguer o crepúsculo agora, de forma imediata, vai levar pelo menos quase um século. Tarquin permanecerá como o alto senhor mais jovem, não vou pôr uma mulher que não sabe nada sobre a vida feérica como uma governante.

[glitchfang]

not even five minutes into this episode btw

[ataraxiasflame]

What's with everybody's obsession with the batboys?

Honestly anon, not sure.

I think it’s probably just a matter of preference or sentimental attachment, but personally, I’m a tiny bit tired of them. No hate, I really enjoyed them at one point too, but I’m ready to move on to something new now.

And if I’m being critical, I feel like many see them as amazing because the narrative told us they are amazing, when, in all honesty, the Night Court powers aren’t really that impressive. Ok, ngl, Rhys is kinda cool in this regard, but he’s like the only one? The others are mostly warriors, no?

I’m ready to experience something different after 3.5 books in Velaris.

There is so much potential to explore in this world (literally every single court has intriguing, different powers) and the coolest things happening in the Night Court are being done by the once-human females who don’t even have Night Court powers.

There are characters who can manipulate fire, ice, light, wind etc, why are people even asking for another bat boy book when there is so much else to explore!

No shade. To each their own, but yeah, I’m ready for something else!

[dawn0ftheday]

Hello fellas today we have some food for you squid fans

When prince was young he always wanted to be carried around, and well, Emperor has two arms right there..

[silverflameataraxia]

As much as I don't trust SJM, I highly doubt she would make Nesta the hero of Crescent City only to make her a villain of ACOTAR.

At some point the IC has to come to the realization that Nesta helped to defeat the Asteri. They will never be a threat to Prythian ever again.

And not only that, but you would think the IC would have been sympathetic toward Bryce and Midgard, considering they were enslaved for fifty years, and it's still something that eats at them. But they couldn't care less about Bryce's world not knowing anything but enslavement for 15,000 years. The IC would rather kill Bryce and let the Asteri enslave Midgard if it means that Prythian is free. But yet Nesta, this female who has never known enslavement and who is treated like she's this selfish monster, cared enough about a whole other world to help them.

Personally, I think SJM is going to use the IC's treatment of Nesta to fuel character development and Nesta's Starborn journey. I do think Nesta will find out she's Starborn, come into even more power, and revive and ultimately rule the Dusk Court. Cassian is going to have to come to terms with his confliction and why he never sides with Nesta when it comes to Rhysand. Why he doesn't defend her or protect her when Rhysand is involved. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that Rhysand's mother gave Cassian his first home, his first bed, his first present. I think it has a lot to do with Cassian feeling like he failed Rhysand during those fifty years under Amarantha's reign, and him trying to make up for it for the rest of his life. But, ultimately, Cassian's going to need to realize that his brother is a complete and total bully to Nesta, and that for her well-being, he needs to go with her...away from Rhysand.

[sunset-synthetica]

> "this game is literally an Ultrakill copy"

> look at the game

> low poly low res FPS

[eva-cybele]

wolmeric week day 3: AU

Kaede sighed and shoved a rogue lock of blonde hair behind one sharply pointed ear. Usually, the chance to leave the circle tower was a welcome change of pace – there were only so many times a girl could read the same books or blow up the same training dummy – but this assignment was… less than ideal.

Stupid Orlesians.

Her escort cast her an amused glance from behind his shaggy hair. ��You know, you seem awfully sour for a woman who just got a free pass to live somewhere that’s not a tower in the middle of nowhere.”

Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Kaede grumbled a quiet, “Shut it, Waters,” in his direction.

Most mages wouldn’t dare speak to a templar like that, but Thancred wasn’t like most templars – they were the only Fereldans in the Ostwick Circle, and had always gotten along well. He was human, but they were both Denerim street rats at heart, even if his path had led to the Order, while hers landed her in the Circle. He had a few other reasons to treat her more kindly than the other mages in the Circle, but, well. Those didn’t bear dwelling on in the cold light of day.

“Oh, don’t be like that. Orlesians aren’t all bad.” His serious expression lasted for about five seconds before dissolving into a snicker. “Damn, I can’t say that with a straight face after all.”

As they passed through a part of the forest that seemed darker and thicker than the relatively sparse woods they had been traveling through for nearly a day now, Kaede finally asked the question that had been on her mind for the entire trip – “Why in Andraste’s name does an Orlesian country vicomte need a mage? And more specifically, why does he need an elven mage from bloody Ostwick? Orlais has Circles, surely he could have found one closer.”

Thancred shrugged, catching hold of the reins of Kaede’s mare in an attempt to guide the beast around a tree that had fallen half over the path. “Apparently he asked for a Knight-Enchanter, specifically. And seeing as how those are in short supply, First Enchanter Matoya determined you were the best candidate.”

“Do you know why he needed a battlemage? And, well… anything about him?” Thancred was always the man who knew things – had things been different, he would have made a great bard, Kaede was sure.

Shoving his bangs out of his face, Thancred cast a look around, then urged his horse a bit closer to hers. “I don’t know much, but rumor is, he’s the Divine’s bastard son.”

Kaede opened her mouth to respond to that – though with what, she did not know – but before she could, a horrifying scream rent the air and a large creature darted directly into their path, trailing blood from several wounds.

“Andraste’s tits, is that a drake?” Even Thancred, who approached most things in life with the same laconic humor, seemed startled by the appearance of dragonkin.

Adrenaline hummed in Kaede’s veins, and she all but leapt down from her saddle, raising her left hand and forming a complex sigil in midair. Recognizing her as a threat, the drake reared his head back to spew a gout of flames their direction, but the fire flowed to the sides and around the shield that hung, invisible, in the air in front of her.

Apparently irritated at the lack of immolation of his prey, the drake lashed out with fang and claw, narrowly missing Kaede as she rolled out of the way, only to find herself face to face with a smaller – but still larger than her – dragonling. And if the cursing behind her was anything to go by, Thancred had met a few of his own.

Kaede braced herself for an attack that never came, for at the moment that the dragonling lunged, a brilliant blue blade lodged itself in the side of the creature’s neck and sliced through muscle and tendon, leaving it half-beheaded and bleeding on the forest floor.

A gloved hand reached down and pulled her to her feet, and Kaede found herself face to face with possibly the most handsome human man she had ever set eyes on, even though his armor was spattered with dragon blood and his wavy black hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat.

“Are you hurt?” A warm, masculine voice with an Orlesian accent was barely audible over the screech of the remaining dragonkin surrounding them, and Kaede shook her head.

Movement caught her eye behind the man, and she abruptly pushed him to the side as the drake rushed forward towards them, reaching for her magic and pushing outwards, until ice crystallized around the creature’s legs, stopping it in its tracks. An arrow immediately lodged itself in a eye socket and the drake screamed as it crumpled.

A strong arm caught her around the shoulder and pulled her close against the mystery man’s chest, spinning to keep her beyond the reach of another dragonling’s lunge, when a lance came down and skewered it between its shoulderblades.

A quick glance over her shoulder revealed Thancred and another human man, with a lance in his hand, fending off the last two dragonlings, and then, finally, everything was quiet.

As she willed her heart to slow back down to a normal pace, the arm around her shoulders relaxed a bit, and her eyes were drawn back up to lock with pale blue ones. “My thanks, my lady. I take it that you are the Knight-Enchantress I sent for, then?”

Blinking in surprise that this was the vicomte she’d been assigned to serve, Kaede couldn’t resist a second look at him – she didn’t know of many Orlesian nobles who fought in places other than the dueling rings of tourneys, but this one looked well at home amongst the chaos of a battlefield.

A loud, Antivan-accented woman’s voice interrupted whatever answer Kaede thought to give, as a dark-skinned elven woman with a face covered in tattoos strode over to the drake and gave its corpse a kick. “Well. At least these aren’t bloody tainted. Unlike the last bunch.”

The grey-haired human man answered with a grunt, nudging the dragonling in front of him with his lance, before pronouncing in a gruff voice, “Aye, but that makes them harder to track.” Silver griffins emblazoned both their armor, and Kaede wasn’t sure which to be more confused by – the appearance of a Dalish elf, or the presence of two Maker-forsaken Grey Wardens.

Finally realizing that she was still more or less in the arms of an Orlesian lordling, Kaede took a step back and looked around the clearing in complete bewilderment – “What in Andraste’s name is going on here?”

The handsome human bent in a shallow bow, his sharp blue gaze never wavering from her face. “My apologies for the late introduction. My name is Aymeric de Borel, and as you can see, we have something of a dragon problem.”

[siixkiing]

What is Wukong's favorite part about Dusk? Is it the ears?

"I mean, his ears are absolutely adorable and honestly gorgeous, one of my favorite features for sure...but that's not the sole reason I adore him."

It wasn't like it was a secret either, he adored Dusk's ears — they were stunning and so unique. They absolutely memorized him whenever he got the chance to see them out in their full-glory. Every time felt like the first time they had graced his sight with their presences and he held each one near and dear to his stone heart. Wanting the starborn to know that his ears were the most beautiful thing in the universe to him.

Still, that wasn't the only feature he adored about the other simian. Oh no, that was just one of millions that made him love and adore the one who was his heart and soul. His everything. One that understood him better than anyone else — his other half. He was always complete, but with Dusk? He felt even more so much more whole than ever. Even all his past accomplishments paled in comparison to the love he felt for his beloved starlight. No, being able to be with him even after everything THAT was his greatest accomplishment and he cherished it like it was the most sacred treasure in all the universe. It was to him.

"I could go on and on for hours what my favorite thing about Dusk is, from the way his ears twitch when he concentrates on a sound, to his scowls, to his determination — there's so much to love. I can't just choose one thing, he's all amazing and wonderful after all."

" — but if I had to say which was my favorite...it would be his heart and soul just shine so brilliantly at times like the stars above. That he has continued to shine and never let it fade, even during times it's been hard or difficult."

That fierceness, that determination, that drive — it never ceased to amaze him. Even after everything, the good and the bad that had happened to him that the shadow weilder never gave up. He struggled sure and had his moments but he still came back after that.

"I — "

A small smile, wondering how he got so lucky that he was allowed this happiness — to be able to be with him like this and call him his beloved. Did he deserve it? He sometimes wondered if he did. Still, he cherished and held onto that sacred bond they had made together.

"...I love him more than words can ever express, now till the end of creation. He's my everything."

[badhockeymom]

I learned yesterday that my favorite food podcaster is the daughter of my first favorite hockey coach. Wow.