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@officialfeysandweek DAY FIVE — FATED
“I’d been painting out that nightmare for nearly two hours, my back to the door, when Rhys entered. He remained utterly silent. It wasn’t the contented silence he sometimes fell into while he observed me painting. It was pure, shocked silence.
I’d twisted to look at him just in time to see him crash to his knees.
And then he’d been weeping, and laughing, and all I could make out in his ecstatic babbling was one word: baby. I’d leaped off the stool. I was weeping too by the time I launched into his arms, knocking us both to the ground, and he’d put a hand to my stomach in wonder.”
— ACOSF Feysand bonus chapter
Fate is a hungry, lonely girl hunting in the middle of the winter forest, eye-to-eye with a wolf. Fate is a song slipping into a cell deep under a mountain. Fate is a little boy with blue eyes in a prison. Fate is the tug of a bond that connects two souls, and the promise of forever.
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"I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak or helpless again.
I would not, could not be broken.
Tamed."
For the final day of @officialfeysandweek2023 , @the-lonelybarricade and I reached out to @witchlingsandwyverns to create a piece that reflected Feyre's time returning to Spring Court in ACOWAR as both High Lady of the Night Court AND a spy against the invading Hybern army.
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#Feysand#pro feysand#Feyre on the spring court throne is something that can be so personal actually#feyre archeron#rhysand#feysand fanart#feysand week#gosh I wonder whose skull that is#a little wish fulfillment
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Feysand Week Preview:
“How come we can’t shift into animals?” Nyx inquired as he watched the mallards squawk in the pond.
“I’m not sure,” Rhys replied, “what animal would you be? A duck?”
Nyx thought a moment, gnawing on his lip. “I’d be a falcon! They’re so fast and their beaks are sharper than swords!”
Feyre laughed, “Could they beat you in a race?”
“Oh, yes. That’s why I’d be a falcon.”
“What should Mama and I be, then?” Rhys asked mischievously. “I think I’d make a very good panther.”
“No Papa, you’re a bat!”
Feyre giggled, He’s got you there, she sent to him. “I think I’d like to be a lion.” She answered Nyx aloud.
“You’re a swan, Mama. ‘Cause you’re graceful but you’re strong and a good fighter.” Nyx threw more grain at the ducklings who waddled over.
“Aren’t swans mean? I’m not mean.” She laughed harder.
“Well, you did yell at Uncle Cass when he started eating the frosting off the cake before desert the other day.”
He’s got you there, Rhys replied.
#feysand#Feysand week#wip#Nyx#feyre x rhysand#feyre archeron#Rhysand#come follow me for more family fun!
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lay beside me, under wicked sky
Tattoo artist Feyre discovers that there's more to her relationship with her long-time client Rhys. And promptly freaks out about it. for @officialfeysandweek Day 1 prompt: eternal.
#acotar#feysand#feysand fanfiction#rhysand#feyre archeron#tattoo au#i wrote a thing#mine#look#i know i'm late#but it's still#feysand week#so i stuck with it#and i think i might be able to pull off one more prompt#who knows#a court of thorns and roses
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@officialfeysandweek Day 4: Bargains
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Summary: A fever has been sweeping the village for over a month now, devistating family after family. Already grieving their mother's death days before, Feyre is unwilling to lose her sister from the same fever. Without the help of the village doctors, she's now forced to take a less favorable route.
For her sister, she'll bargain with the fae.
AN: Happy Feysand Week, y'all. It’s @starfall-spirit and you’re watching Disney Channel I’m so happy to share the first chapter of my current collab with @thelovelymadone based off of this text post by @deluxeloy. Enjoy!
Passion is the truest state of the fae spirit. Follow your instincts and act on your impulses. Live life to the fullest without regard to the consequences—they will come about regardless of what you do.
~The Unseelie Code
Chapter I
The evening woods were eerily quiet as Feyre tracked the sound of a nearby stream. The almost-silence was enough to push her closer to the edge of fear, her nerves surrounding that night’s plan doing nothing to help. Because what waited for her when the stream met the lake…
Feyre couldn’t believe she was doing this. And yet, what other choice did she have? The fever had already claimed her mother, now Elain was bedridden too, eyes glazed more often than not, trembling with fever beneath the meager covers she and Nesta had managed to gather.
It had started about a month prior. Though winter had fully yielded to spring, a fever common to colder weather had started spreading among the children playing in the village streets, just as easily carried home to their doting mothers and fathers. Then four children from different homes died, one after the next. Their families had no one to support them in their grieving period.
All because that tragedy had been accompanied by a frightening word of the trusted village doctor: mutation. A virus one could brush off in a few days had turned deadly.
Less than a week ago her mother had shown symptoms, passed them to Elain two days later. If her sister was only meant to last the same span of time, she’d be dead by the next dawn. Even if they had money for a doctor, there were few in their village with true medical training, most of them too frightened of catching the illness to treat it.
Feyre was left with only one option. The Faerie Wood.
The enchanted forest seemed more sinister than enchanting with moonlight as her only guide. It fed that fear born of the tales her childhood nanny had told her some fifteen years ago to keep her in bed.
There is a portal just past our village border, invisible to the human eye, you know. Leads right to the Unseelie Court. It’s High Lord has servants and spies who stand at the veil, searching for naughty children to drag through. You girls best behave, or tomorrow morning it’ll be a few of their changelings waking in your beds.
Feyre and her sisters had stopped associating the kidnappings with household shenanigans a few years later, but that maturity hadn’t completely erased the fact some from their village had gone missing overnight. Whether human or fae, the abductors didn’t seem to favor an age group either. She was never quite sure how to react when she saw the people she’d known since birth wailing at the loss of a spouse who had been lured from their bed or an infant snatched from its cradle.
Would her wish be granted, she wondered, or would she be stolen away before she could voice it, simply for daring to ask?
A cold draft rattled the trees, chilling her down to her bones, far too cold to be considered natural for a spring evening in their region. Consulting her rudimentary map for what felt like the millionth time, she had to assume the biting air had something to do with approaching the Unseelie Gateway—if this was its true location.
The forest lightened then, startling Feyre enough that she paused on the trail, lifting her gaze from the parchment. Dawn was hours out still. The pale light wasn’t from the sun, but… starlight. If she wasn’t in The Faerie Wood, she would have thought she was suffering hallucinations without the fever that accompanied them. But sure enough, stars were lighting the trail like a dusting of breadcrumbs down to the water at the forest’s edge. Confident now she was on the right path, she quickened her pace until she broke the tree line, slightly unsteady when the shed foliage transitioned to pebbles and stones beneath her flimsy boots.
A dozen yards and she’d be at the edge of the lake. If the stories were true, the crystal clear water before her was the gateway itself. Even now, before she reached the edge of the water a faerie would sense her as a trespasser and weigh the question inside of her to deem her worthy of its help or declare her the next victim of some ruthless immortal’s game. If she was being honest with herself, she had no idea whether she wanted all of that to be the truth or utter nonsense. If it was true, at least she’d have a clue what she was getting herself into.
“Of course it’s true, darling. Outlandish as your childhood tales may seem, they need a bit of the truth to become anything significant.” Shaking from head to toe, Feyre frantically scanned the forest and waters to locate the voice seeming to pour in from every direction. “Here, darling.”
Finally pinpointing the voice, she watched a man—if a faerie could be called something so simple—materialize from a pocket of shadows, the slightest smirk she sensed he often wore illuminated by the waxing moon.
She couldn’t help but stare, taking in the high cheekbones, the hard line of his jaw, the breadth of his shoulders his clean cut jacket was unable to hide. He was tall, too. Enough so that she’d be forced to tilt her head back of he closed the few yards between them to get a better look at her. Not that he’d need to, with faerie senses being significantly better than those of a human.
Terrified—and worse than that, flustered beneath his undivided attention—Feyre couldn’t begin to think of a proper way to show deference. She fell back on instinct, dropping into a clumsy curtsy even the snap of a rod had never been able to perfect.
“I come in need of a favor,” she said simply, not wanting to risk offending the man by addressing him with the wrong title. Surely the curtsy had been safe. Dressed like that, carrying himself tall, he had to be some sort of gentleman or noble among his kind. Then again, most gentlemen she’d met weren’t built like a soldier in service. “My sister needs help.”
He cocked his head. “Come closer, darling. I can hardly hear you.” She stayed rooted to the spot. How easy would it be for a man like that to pull her beneath the surface of the glassy lake? Drown her or drag her down into his world of wicked things? No, she’d be staying right where she stood. “Have it your way.”
Just like that he folded into a flurry of shadow, reappearing mere feet in front of her, hand tucked casually into his pockets. It took everything in her not to scramble away. “Now, tell me more, pet.”
“My sister is ill. She’ll be dead by morning. I want to bargain for her life. If you’d be so gracious,” she tacked on.
He considered her request for a moment, seeming to study her more than anything. “Most young woman are warned against these woods.” He leaned forward slightly. “Yet you’re here intentionally, asking to bargain. My, things must be dire.” She swallowed hard. “Just what are you willing to offer, darling?”
“I don’t…” It had to be a fool’s choice to tell a faerie to craft the bargain to his own liking, but Feyre had a fair idea of what men usually wanted and she highly doubted the man she now faced had any desire for mortal coin or the intimate company of a human woman. She wasn’t sure she could puzzle out something that interested him, being so unsure of faerie customs.
“Could I simply owe you a favor?” she offered, hoping and praying that would provide a solution for the time being and wouldn’t bite her in the ass further down the road. “To call in when you require assistance.”
He chuckled and the little flame of hope winked out. “Darling, you’re asking me to help you defy the nature of life. It’s going to cost you more than a favor. No, I fear this bargain will require something a bit more… substantial.” Feyre crossed her arms, but held her stance. “Your firstborn,” he purred.
She blinked, lost for words. “Excuse me?”
“Your firstborn child is the price I demand.”
“That—” She bit her lip, finally retreating a step. She couldn’t think with him so close, the combination of his salt and citrus scent and unyielding stare unnerving. “I never intended to marry, let alone have children,” she admitted.
“You wouldn’t change your mind on that to save your sister’s life? And you humans call my kind cruel.”
“I didn’t say—” Feyre huffed. “If that is the price, I will pay it.”
“Very well, darling.” There was a sharp tingling up her right arm. From her fingertips to her elbow a black swirling pattern crawled up her arm, the color much like tattoo ink. Before she could express her anger at being marked against her will the design vanished, leaving her arm bare once again. “The ink of the Unseelie Court can only be seen in the land of Faerie.”
Raw dread chilled her down to the bone. “You intend to take me there?” Feyre asked. He raised a brow. “For the, um, conception?”
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Rhys had no reason to bring the girl into his domain. He’d had no intention of claiming her beyond the bargain mark, if he was being honest. He assumed when making his proposal that she would find a nice man in the village to father the child and that would be that. Despite what rumors claim, most of the stolen children lived fulfilling lives among the court. Occasionally things got out of hand with the crueler crowd, but the same could be said of humans who kept servants and entertainers.
But dear Feyre had interpreted the bargain incorrectly, assuming he meant to drag her to his bed. Studying the human once again, it was far too easy to imagine her carrying his heir. And then a few more to follow. He could pretend he had a decision to make, but deep down, he already knew the path was decided.
“Your sister’s health has been restored. Your family and neighbors will forget the illness ever burdened her, though there’s nothing I can do to bring back your mother.”
“I understand,” she said softly.
“You will let me escort you to the Court tonight. After the child is born you can decide whether you wish to return to the human world or live among the Unseelie to raise the child.”
A strange sort of tension settled between them. He imagined leaving the child behind would be difficult, even if she didn’t desire a family.
Even if she thought the babe to be more monster than human.
“How are…” Feyre crossed her arms, curling in on herself a bit. “How are humans treated there? Poorly, I imagine. I just want to prepare myself for the worst.”
Rhys closed the distance between them in two strides, lifting her chin so she’d meet his eyes again. “My guests, Feyre darling, are treated with respect.” He let his grip tighten ever so slightly before bending to brush his lips along the shell of her ear. “No one touches what belongs to the High Lord.”
#feysand#feysandweek2024#feysand week#thelovelyspirit#collaborative fanfiction#feysand fic#day 4: bargains#acotar#Magic Madness Heaven Sin
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Enjoying Starfall 🌟 and then having a chortle at my botched attempts to draw them 🤭
#feysand#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acotar fanart#acotar art#feyre archeron#feysand week#feyre x rhysand#feyre and rhysand#rhysand#rhys and feyre
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the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court
Feysand Week 2023 (no theme, I just wanted to draw my mom and dad)
#Feysand#Feysand Week#Feysand fanart#Acotar#book fanart#rhysand art#feyre art#sjm#acotar fanart#the night court#the high lord of the night court#the high lady of the night court#sorry for being so awol guys#Idk how people who do full time jobs are so active here I literally cannot handle it you guys are incredible#anyway please have some Feysand!!#I have been working on some other stuff that I want to post so#hopefully I'll get to that!#art#booktumblr
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Feysand Week Day 7: Free Day
This art has been through many changes but I think I’m happy with the final result! (I left out her back tattoo on purpose because I couldn’t figure out how it would look lol)
Total time: 13 hr 2 min
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#feysand#feysand week#feysandweek2023#feyre archeron#rhysand#pro feysand#acotar fanart#acotar art#feysand fanart#sjmaas#feysand art#digital art#procreate#digital illustration#digital painting#acotar#artist illustration#artist#a court of thorns and roses#artist on tumblr
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@officialfeysandweek
Letters Never Sent Masterlist
Smoke and Mirrors~Mirrors
Magic, Madness, Heaven, Sin Chapter I~Bargains *Collab*
Burning in the Starlight Commission~Fated
What the High Lady Wants // Group Art Commission~First of Their Kind
Our Girl Chapter I~AU
~Chapter II
#feysand week#feysand week 2024#feysandweek2024#feysand#feyre archeron#rhysand#acotar#feysand fic#masterlist#dark!rhys#fanfiction#collab fic
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Feysand trying for a baby
Feyre: okay, let's go!
Rhys: Feyre, I'm not a faucet that you can turn on and off, you gotta romance me-
Feyre: *unbuttons her shirt*
Rhys: okay, faucet is on, let's do it!
@officialfeysandweek2023
#Feyre is very smug about it#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#feysandweek2023#Feysandweek#Feysand week#feyre archeron#feyre#feyre cursebreaker#high lady of the night court#high lady feyre#feyre darling#rhysand#rhys#high lord rhysand#rhysand archeron#rhys acotar#high lord of the night court#feysand#incorrect quotes#incorrect acotar quotes#acotar incorrect quotes
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I just found out there's Feysand week coming up I'm going to DIE omg.
#feysand is my otp#like. I've been obsessed with them since 2019? I think#not a day goes by that I don't think of them#feysand week#tato talks
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I'm working on my singular Feysand week piece (I fell behind 😭) and it may be my favorite art I've done so far. I love it so much, and it's so silly. Hurry up, October!
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feysand week - day five - starfall
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I created this playlist to mirror yesterday's - I hope you enjoy it!
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Feysand Week 2023 Day 6: Mates
Rhysand and Feyre get a tattoo on their mating ceremony anniversary.
Rhys’s pointer finger on his right hand now reads, “To the stars who listen” and Feyre’s pointer finger on her right hand now reads, “And the dreams that are answered”
Instead of solid black, the words are the colors of the rainbow, symbolizing where they live, Velaris, and the day they both accepted each other. Wherever their mate is, that’s where home is. And as long as they can both point at the stars and wish, they’ll know they can always find each other.
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The beauty of this art!!!!!!
I don't know what to say But I'm going to want you till the stars evaporate We're only here for just a moment in the light One day it shines for us the next we're in the night So say the word and I'll be running back to find you A thousand armies won't stop me I'll break through I'll soar the endless skies for only one sight Of your starlight [X]
Inspired heavily by Joseph Bowler's piece and done for @officialfeysandweek2023 in between commissions!
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The way people switched on Tamlin the moment Rhys was introduced is diabolical.
“Tamlin never really loved Feyre, it was all a trick from the start”: It is stated that Tamlin was disgusted by the idea of forcing someone to fall in love with him and considered it slavery, but ended up being so in love with her that he ultimately lets her go and choses her freedom and safety over that of his own people. Rhys confirms that Tamlin loved Feyre too much. And he loved her truly. Not because he had to. Tamlin treated Feyre with dignity when she was engaged to him. He introduced her as his lady, to be respected and cherished by all. And she really was loved by his people, too. Rhysand uses her as his lap dog to scare Hewn City and parades her as his whore.
“Tamlin never did anything for Feyre, he just used her”: He improved her and her family’s life in every aspect and offered her everything he had.
“Tamlin had sex with someone else in Calanmai”: Out of duty and responsibility because he didn’t want to force Feyre, who still wasn’t sure about her feelings, into it. All of the High Lords perform the Calanmai. Lucien says so. How convenient that this is never brought up with Rhysand. He surely does perform it as well. All the theories in here, “Lucien doesn’t know what he’s talking about/ This is a SC ritual only/ He probably just passes the duty on to someone else” are just a way for people to villainise Tam and glorify Rhys again. All of them inaccurate. The Calanmai is canonically performed by every High Lord. There’s no evidence that proves otherwise. As the son of one High Lord and the ambassador of another, Lucien would know. He is 500 years old. It’s just more convenient for SJM to never bring this up again because it raises the question of “Who was Rhysand fucking all these years?” and it makes her favourite character look bad. And once he is engaged to her, Tamlin flat out refuses to do it. Let’s be real for a second.
“Tamlin didn’t help Feyre under the mountain”: He literally could not. He was bound by a curse. He was forced to be Amarantha’s consort and a consort cannot oppose you. His powers were bound. Alis warns Feyre that Tamlin will not be able to help her. Stop acting as if he didn’t want to help her. He decapitated Amarantha the moment he got his autonomy back. Claiming that there’s no proof that Tamlin was under the influence of a spell when he literally didn’t break the curse and Amarantha’s magic didn’t allow him to use his powers is crazy. And even if he tried, he could never provide actual help. We see this when he begs Amarantha for Feyre’s life. Him showing he cares about her would only make Amarantha more jealous and vicious towards Feyre.
“Tamlin made out with Feyre instead of helping her”: He couldn’t help her run away. No one could do that. She would never make it, Amarantha would find her. In fact, Tamlin specifically could not help her in any way. He could only assure her he still wants and loves her. And she wanted that just as much. Rhys abused her physically, mentally, verbally, drugged her and much worse. And he enjoyed all of it. If he didn’t want to raise suspicions, he wouldn’t have placed a bet in her favour. Rhys is a sadist, SJM just decided to mellow him down in the next book so that we’d all like him over Tamlin.
“Tamlin ignored Feyre’s wishes and only wanted her to be his bride, he didn’t let her be High Lady”: Both Tamlin and Feyre were bad communicators going though trauma and Tam had a whole court to care for. Tamlin was unaware of how Feyre felt because she barely spoke up once. Rhys knew because he literally lived inside her head and had all the time in the world to focus his attention on her since his court suffered zero consequences during Amarantha’s reign. And Tamlin simply told her the truth: there’s no such thing as High Lady. Even her current title is given to her by Rhys, the magic of Prythian has not actually chosen her to be High Lady. The title and its power are decorative. And she said she didn’t want that anyway.
“Tamlin locks Feyre up and uses his magic to harm her”: He locks her in his humongous palace to keep her safe, after she just came back from the dead and his worst enemy is kidnapping her every month, while he runs off to protect his borders. Rhysand locks Feyre in a fucking bubble. Tamlin loses control of his magic. He doesn’t want to harm her. That’s not abuse. Abuse is intentional. Feyre and Rhysand lock Lucien and Nesta up. They lock the people of the Hewn City up in a cave. Feyre loses control of her magic and harms Lucien’s mother. Double standards I guess.
“Tamlin is a bad and conservative ruler”: Tamlin is such a beloved ruler that his sentries literally begged to die for him. Feyre had to fuck with their minds to finally turn them against him. They were his friends. He was so progressive that the lords fled his court once he became their ruler because he wouldn’t put up with their bullshit like his father did. He loved all of his people. He is against slavery. The Tithe was just tax collection. Rhysand practically rules over just one city, while ignoring Hewn City and Illyria. He treats 2/3 of his realm like shit and everyone except the residents of Velaris hates him. He collects tax, too, but we conveniently never see this. He ranks the members of his inner circle (my 1st, my 2nd etc.) and reminds them every moment that they are his slaves first and anything else second, while Tamlin treats them equally and even gives Lucien an official title by naming him Ambassador.
“Tamlin conspired with Hybern”: He was a double agent and his short lived alliance, two weeks all in all, not only didn’t harm a single soul, but ultimately saved all of Prythian as he was the only one who brought valuable information to that meeting. He dragged Beron to battle. Rhysand’s alliance with Amarantha harmed thousands and only helped save one city, Velaris.
“Tamlin is responsible for turning Nesta and Elain into Fae”: No, that was Ianthe, who got the info from Feyre. Tamlin was fooled by her, just as Feyre obviously was, or she wouldn’t have trusted her. Tamlin was disgusted by that act.
“Tamlin is less powerful than Rhysand”: Rhysand himself says that a battle between them would turn mountains to dust. Tamlin killed Rhysand’s dad, the previous High Lord of the Night Court, in one blow. He is just as powerful as Rhysand. SJM again just wants us to believe otherwise. And he is smarter, too. He was the only one not to trust Amarantha. And he was a good spy for Prythian against Hybern.
All of these takes are cold as fuck. SJM was testing the waters with ACOTAR and she made sure the main love interest, Tamlin, was insanely likeable, so that the book could be a satisfactory standalone story in case she couldn’t land a trilogy deal. She didn’t know it would be such a big hit. But once she realised she could turn this into a franchise, she had to figure out a new story to tell. She may claim otherwise, but there’s just too many plothotes to convince me. And in order to make her new main love interest seem like the best choice, she had to character assassinate the old one. There was no other way. ACOTAR Rhys was too much of an evil monster to be loved by the majority of the audience. But Tamlin was introduced to us as such a heroic and passionate man that is literally impossible to turn him into someone despised by all. Feyre’s relationship with Rhysand reads too much like cheating on Tamlin. That’s why anyone with basic analytical skills is able to realise the flaws of the narration.
#acotar critical#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acosf#acofas#anti sjm#sjm critical#tamlin#tamlin week#pro tamlin#he deserves the world#tamlin my beloved#anti amren#anti rhysand#anti morrigan#anti ic#anti inner circle#anti feyre archeron#anti feyre#anti feysand#anti night court#pro spring court#anti cassian#pro lucien vanserra
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