#Rhys week 22

[rosebudsarts]

Happy Birthday Rhysand ilysm 🖤

Rhys bless everyone

(Pls credit me if you repost)

[shallyne]

Okay, I am a little emotional right now because I DID IT

It's the last day of Feysand Month and I posted a fic EVERY DAY! It was a lot of work lmao but I am so proud of myself. Some fics are longer and some shorter, I had to make seperate Masterlists because it got too much. I hit the 100 link limit on my main post.

My fics doubled in two months because I wrote for every Feyssian Week Day, every Feyzriel Week Day, every Feyre Week Day, every Feysand Month Day and a Birthday fic for Rhys Week (I would have written every day too if my brain wasn't empty looking at the prompts lol) and it's SO MUCH.

53 fics in two months is crazy and I just want to say thank you for all the nice feedback, especially during Feysand Month and a huge thanks to @unofficialfeysandmonth2022 who are making Masterlists for every day (I am very honored to be a part of these masterlists ❤️) I said it a few times during this month but I think it's a very cool and nice thing to do.

[officialrhysandweek]

Rhysand Week 2024 Prompts!

art by arz28

Sunday 8/18: Day One

Adolescence: Rhysand grew up with a loving Illyrian mother and as far as we know, a cold, distant High Fae father. His half Illyrian heritage lead for an interesting childhood growing up in the camps. Let's use day 1 to explore our High Lords youth! What was he like as a child? What was it like growing up alongside Cassian and Azriel?

Monday 8/19: Day Two

Carynthian: One out of only a handful of Illyrian warriors to win the Blood Rite and walk away with the title "Carynthian", he is one of the best warriors on Prythian. His Carynthian title is the counterpart to his title of High Lord, and is one of the highest honors in his Illyrian culture.

Tuesday 8/20: Day Three

Loved Ones: From his fallen mother and sister to his brothers Azriel and Cassian, his cousin Morrigan, his mentor Amren, and his mate and son Feyre Archeron and Nyx, Rhysand is surrounded by loved ones both lost and found. How does his relationship with them change over time? What was his relationship like with his mother and sister? How did he and his friends mourn them?

Wednesday 8/21: Day Four

Lord of Night: The Night Court is the most polarizing and scandalous court in Prythian, and he serves as its Lord. There's both beauty and darkness in the Night Court and as one of its leaders Rhysand must navigate these things. How does he do it? What does it truly mean to be the Lord of Night?

Thursday 8/22: Day Five

Survivor: Brutal training in the Illyrian camps as a child, weeks of torture at Amarantha's hands during the war 500 years ago, 50 years trapped Under the Mountain, and even more that we humble readers likely haven't even gotten to read about. Rhysand is a survior through and through, how does it shape him? Is there anything you imagine he's survived that we haven't gotten to look at?

Friday 8/23: Day Six

Worlds Axis: "This was not a male to be fucked with. None of these people were, but this one... Authority rippled off him. As if he was the entire axis of this place." Hybern, Amarantha, the Prison and Dusk, Fionn, the cauldron... The key players of this world surround our High Lord and him and his family are always the ones to make the first move. Why is the magic of this world so drawn to him? What wonders does Rhysand have in store for us in future books?

Saturday 8/24: Day Seven

Free Day: Give us Rhysand or give us death! Show us all your Rhys ideas, the sky is your limit!

Please feel encouraged to take as much or as little inspiration from the prompts as you would like when creating your posts! Last years guidelines still apply so please consider checking those out. Let us know if you have any questions!

[ofmdrecaps]

07/22-23/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Kristian Nairn; Dominic Burgess; Vico Ortiz; Bumbles Darby; Voting Reminders; Trends; In Person Events: FlameCon NYC; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards/Colouring Pages; Mini Love Notes;

== David Jenkins ==

David's enjoying some of the awesome work @mistysblueboxstuff has done!

Source: David Jenkins' Twitter

Also, Chaos Dad shared some adorable work by @cheenii-m! So glad to see Dad spreading the OFMD fanart love.

Source: David Jenkins' Twitter

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys is heading back to the UK on Nov 22 an 23 for the Republic of Pirates at Starfury Heathrow!

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Volton Official is giving some love to Rhys and sharing all of his voice acting and acting exploits! Lovely to see some of his past works still praising and sending him love!

Source: Voltron Official Instagram

== Taika Waititi ==

New Time Bandits clip featuring Taika! Only 2 more days to Time Bandit's launching on Apple TV! If you've got access, please support our boys Taika and Jemaine on release day/week!

Source: IGN Youtube

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian delighted his crowd by playing the game of thrones theme!

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Good news! Several fans have been asking for an audio book version of Beyond The Throne-- and as you can see Kristian is working on it!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

== Dominic Burgess ==

Dominic had the honor of hosting The Blank Theatre: Young Playrights Festival! Thank you so much for supporting young folks in the industry Dominic!

Source: Dominic Burgess Twitter

A very important update from Dominic on the cat front too!

Source: Dominic Burgess Twitter

== Vico Ortiz ==

CW: Topless Vico! Also a video on their tiktok!

Source: Vico Ortiz' Instagram

== Bumbles Darby ==

Rosie keeping us apprised of Bumbles shenanigans!

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram Stories

== Voting Reminders ==

= Tell Tale TV =

Tell Tale TV's poll is still up and you can vote every day! No need to sign up-- if you have a moment please vote for OFMD! Poll: What’s the Most Heartbreaking TV Cancellation of the Year So Far?

Source: JimJim531969 on Twitter

= Gold Derby Voting =

Reminder! If you haven't already, and you're comfortable signing up with an email-- you can still vote for Our Flag Means Death, and Rhys Darby for Gold Derby Awards! You can do so here! Thank you @adoptourcrew for continuing to make these beautiful visuals to remind folks to vote!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Trends ==

Thank you to @melvisik for catching this yesterday!

== In Person Events ==

In person event happening at Flame Con X in NYC at Sheraton Times Square (Room D). on Sunday Aug 18 at 1 pm! If you'd like to join you can get your tickets at flamecon.org! It is a masked event, fyi!

Source: hisglassoftea's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast card by @melvisik is listed as a stand-in as well as in Republic of Pirates Town according to https://ofmd-crew.com/!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== OFMD Colouring Pages ==

Another fabulous colouring page from @patchworkpiratebear -- hey I recognize that merman! Loving the texture on this one.

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== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies, being so swamped as I am right now I'm gonna just be sharing some love notes from some other folks for a while, hope you're all doing okay.

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[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

11/05-06/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Zayre Ferrer; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Kristian Nairn; David Fane; Anapela Polataivao; Dominic Burgess; Rory Kinnear; Hugo Pierre Martin; Fan Spotlight: 35K on AO3; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Love Notes: David Jenkins; Rosie Carnahan Darby; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Ruibo Qian; Vico Ortiz; Dominic Burgess; Resources;

Hey crew... doing things a bit different. There was so much love sent by the cast and crew I'm going to put them all in the love notes section and highlight some other stuff going on in the main areas.

= Rhys Darby =

Sneaky Rhys pic from the set of Little Lorraine!

Source: Instagram

= Zayre Ferrer =

We don't see our beloved writer, Zayre Ferrer come out too often, but they popped out to share this wisdom with us. they recommend reading "Let's Move The Needle: An activism handbook for Artists, Crafters, Creatives, and Makers" by Shanon Downey. I've already got my audible copy, there's physical, digital, and audio available.

Source: Zayre Ferrer's Instagram

= Con O'Neill =

The first of some love notes/pics from Con to help us all cope!

Source: Con's Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba, our BTS Angel was kind enough to try and keep our spirits up on the night of the election and he brought us this BTS! Need a transcript? You can visit here.

Source: Samba's Twitter

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian is joining The Republic Of Pirates on November 22-24 in Heathrow UK! For more info, visit www.starfury.co.uk!

Source: Kristian's Instagram

= David Fane =

David Derrick Jr (Co Director of Moana 2) - sharing love for David <3!

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= Anapela Polataivao =

Auntie's film Tinā is now an official selection for the PERTH Festival!

Source: Tinā the Film

= Dominic Burgess =

Dominic is once again blessing us with cat content <3

Source: Dominic's Twitter

= Rory Kinnear =

Our dear Nigel and Chauncey Badminton was recently out performing at White Rabbit/Black Rabbit!

Source: Lambert Jackson Production's Instagram

Also, some of our crewmates at the show got to meet Rory! NicNacN00 and Trixn_Treats on twitter were kind enough to allow me share this-- thanks you two!!

Source: NikNakN00's Twitter

= Hugo Pierre Martin =

Our fabulous Valet and fellow crewmate, Hugo left twitter! Wanna stay in touch? Visit his Instagram or His Spotify Work

Source: Hugo's Insta

== Fan Spotlight ==

= A03 hitting 35K =

So I could have sworn I shared this before but I couldn't find it, so just in case, here it is again! Great job everyone 35K fics under the OFMD TV Tag!

Source: @ramsaybaggins Twitter!

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Our friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction wanted to remind us of this particular episode. Check it out on Spotify.

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Love Notes are going to be a bit different tonight. So much of the cast sent love so I wanted to share them here. I am not going to be able to say anything more than what they've said, but I want you to know this. I know you're all hurting so much. You have every right to be angry and frustrated, and scared. Take some time to yourself. Get some rest, create something, drink water, take your meds. Fall back on others for help. You mean so very much to so many of us, and we will feel the loss of any single spark of you so profoundly. You are wonderful and worthy of this life, so please live out of spite if you have to-- but please don't leave us. We'll figure this out, and we'll fight what's coming, and we'll fucking win. I'm including some resources under the love notes for mental health, activism, and support lines. Please feel free to share more if you have them. We love you crew. We love you, and we care what happens to you, and we will link our arms and fight for you. Feel your fear and despair today, maybe even for a week or so, but come back refreshed, and rested, and know we're here waiting, and fighting with/for you. We will make it through this together.

= David Jenkins =

Source: David Jenkins Instagram

= Rosie Carnahan Darby =

Source: Rosie's Twitter

= Con O'Neill =

Source: Con's Insta

= Samba Schutte =

Source: Samba's Insta

= Ruibo Qian =

Source: Ruibo's Insta

= Vico Ortiz =

Source: Vico's Twitter / Black Liturgies Instagram

= Dominic Burgess =

Source: Dominic's Twitter

= Fandom Love =

Harold's Haunt and @ringasunn, sent you all some love. If you're in the Pittsburgh area, please join them at Harold's Haunt at 6pm ET.

Source: Harold's Haunt Instagram

Our crewmate @smudgeandfrank sent some love notes as well <3

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== Resources ==

Support:

Source: Human Rights Campaign

Source: OnTheDriftInTheTardis

How to Help:

How to Avoid Burnout w/Activism

Activism Handbook Recommended by Zayre Ferrer

HRT Resources

Trans Resources: Applying for a Passport

[bushkit]

Some headcanons for the daemos boys cause I got bored!

Some of these are just silly ideas but I have quite a few genuinely serious headcanons in there as well!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Asch:

23 years old.

6’3 (very slightly over average for daemos)

Smells smokey and sweet, like cedar in a bonfire.

Great at archery, initially learned from his mother and has devoted himself to mastering the skill in her honor.

Takes his role as a leader very seriously, no funny business.

Hates nikargas with every fiber in his being. He will go out of his way to slay one if given the opportunity.

Fears failure and loneliness.

Hates physical touch, it causes him to flinch hard if he isn't expecting it.

Has oddly cold hands, very insecure about it.

Would laugh at videos of children falling.

Nonexistent spice tolerance (I took inspiration from Moistcritical).

Has a beloved pet phoenix, but sadly doesn't have much time to take care of her himself.

Wears a little eyeliner, slays the day.

Leif:

22 years old

6’2

Smells like he was rolling on the wet forest floor (he was).

Very knowledgeable about animals, even survived an encounter with a nikarga.

Has a very soft spot for children.

Low alcohol tolerance, gets drunk easily.

Drank quite often until he became a knight. (Still can't refuse a few cups if offered, but is getting better.)

Serious abandonment issues and mild separation anxiety.

Distrustful of higher authority, though secretly respects Asch and is grateful to have been spared.

Meditates quite a bit, prefers to do so in the wilderness (with supervision from Strike of course).

Loves thrills, riding on Strike’s back is his preferred method of travel due to the distance from the ground and the breeze in his face.

Will eat just about anything, eats like he hasn't in weeks.

Highly flirtatious, gets no bitches.

Rhys:

24 years old

6’4

Smells very clean and posh, like a fine cologne.

Nearsighted, needs glasses to see properly.

Very cautious, likely due to his vision impairment.

LOVES puzzles, anything revolving around strategy and riddles is his cup of tea.

Massive sweet tooth.

Extremely polite, like to the point he gets walked on sometimes.

Very mild temper as in common frost aligned fashion, but when his bottle breaks, it breaks.

Loves stargazing, constantly trying to figure out what those white dots in the black sky really are.

Perfectionist, hate hate hates when things are even slightly imperfect he goes insane.

Highly artistic, has journals apon journals of people and creatures he's doodled.

Often viewed as being boring (even by his own family), hates it.

Noi:

Youngest of the group at 20 years old.

5’9 (short ahh)

Smells citrusy, like lemons and grapefruit.

Autistic, has trouble picking up on certain social ques.

Experiences a phenomenon similar to Pinkie Pie’s “Twitchy Tail”, this is related to his ability to sense incoming storms.

Loves romance stories, forbidden romance is his favorite trope.

Scared of loud noises, he panics when he smells a thunderstorm coming.

Insecure about his size and strength sometimes, but tries to find loopholes.

Introverted, though highly extroverted when comfortable.

Values kindness and empathy.

Most loyal to Asch of the knights (even more so than Pierce and Rhys)

Highly curious but cautious, prefers to learn visually.

Mostly used as a messenger because of his swiftness and fantastic memory.

Pierce:

Oldest of the group at 25 years old

6’7 (very over average for a daemos)

Smells subtle but floral, with notes of lavender and water lily.

Gentle giant, gives wonderful hugs. (it would probably cure depression tbh)

Most mature among the knights.

Neurodivergent, some form of synesthesia and/or autism. (I'm leaning towards sound-color synesthesia.)

Does not enjoy killing or viewing fights, attempts to play peacemaker in most hostile situations.

Sensitive to violence and especially death, there's a reason why he doesn't speak much.

Distant, prefers to not make attachments.

Likes animals, used to nurse injured critters back to health before releasing them.

Surprisingly funny, isn't aware of it.

Carries his sword everywhere like its a comfort plush toy.

Has a very approachable demeanor, he may not speak much but he is a fantastic listener.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

And those are my headcanons! Enjoy the goofy drawing of Asch simply ✨passing away✨ because a jalapeno was too spicy for him. Rest in pepperonis my love. Anyway Its almost midnight rn and I'm sleepy so goodbye!

[rosanna-writer]

we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (22/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3.6k

ch. 1 - 10 | ch. 11-20 | ch. 21 - i wouldn't marry me either | ch. 22 - burn all the files, desert all your past lives

This fic turns one year old today!!! Thank you to everyone who's been reading, commenting, and kudos-ing; it's been wonderful to have you along for the ride <3

Some text in this chapter is lifted directly from both A Court of Thorns and Roses and A Court of Mist and Fury.

Read on AO3 or you can find the twenty-second chapter below the readmore.

Rhys wasn't back by the time I woke up the next morning. I'd expected it; we'd spoken through the bond throughout the long night handling the aftermath of the attack on Sangravah, and by the time I'd been unable to keep my eyes open, he'd still been working. I knew Rhys—if he'd slept at all, it had been in his office in the House of Wind, when he'd been too drained of energy to fly home.

The townhouse felt too empty.

It wasn't cold, but like a sentimental fool, I slipped on the dressing gown he'd left on the chair in my room the other day. The fabric was midnight-blue and the size far too big for me—the silver-embroidered cuffs extended several inches past my fingertips.

I padded downstairs, only to be hit by the smell of something baking. Bread, perhaps. And…cheese? Definitely not Rhys.

I crept towards the kitchen. Perhaps I should have been more worried about an intruder, but I trusted that Rhys's wards still kept out anyone who wasn't allowed inside. It was probably Cassian here with food.

Around the corner, I spotted a dark-haired female with her back to me—the first time I'd ever seen her fully corporeal. Nuala.

Cauldron boil me, the last time we'd seen each other, she'd been painting Illyrian markings for luck and glory all over my naked body. I had no idea what to say to her.

But before I could run back upstairs, she turned at the sound of my footsteps. I froze.

She smiled and said warmly, "You look well."

I caught the flicker of recognition in her eyes at the sight of me in a dressing gown that obviously belonged to the High Lord. If it had been someone else, the words might have sounded sarcastic or suggestive. But she really did sound pleased to see me.

My cheeks heated anyway, which was utterly ridiculous. The bond might have been a secret, but it wasn't as if Rhys and I made much of an effort to keep our hands off each other in public—his tongue had been down my throat on the banks of the Sidra more than once already. And yet I still felt…caught out.

"It's good to see you," I said after several moments of painful silence.

Nuala nodded towards a plate of chive-and-cheese scones that I hadn't noticed were sitting out on the table. "Those are still warm, if you're hungry."

Awkwardness aside, I still didn't have it in me to pass up food, so I sat and nibbled on a scone. It was warm, soft, and buttery—I was tempted to scarf it down like an animal but managed not to.

And it was a relief to have something to with my hands and a reason not to say anything. The oven was still on, and Nuala went back to stirring something in a bowl on the counter.

"My sister is gathering intelligence on the soldiers that attacked last night," she said, answering a question I hadn't known how to ask.

Azriel had said the twins were spending time with family after their return from Under the Mountain, and I'd assumed that meant they weren't working. I couldn't imagine what they'd endured during the last fifty years—I barely felt functional after only a few weeks in Amarantha's court. My appetite vanished.

"You don't have to be here. I can manage on my own." I'd run the household of our family of four with far fewer resources than I had now—it would be no trouble to take care of that for just Rhys and me, especially if it meant Nuala and Cerridwen could recover for the rest of their days if they wished.

Besides, Rhys would do his fair share of the work with far less complaining than Nesta ever had.

Nuala smiled. "Rhysand said the same thing. But after last night, Cerridwen and I both chose not to take his offer to retire from service."

"Why?"

"A court needs well-trained spies and trusted servants to remain secure. We're difficult to find on short notice."

The twins saw the storm clouds gathering on the horizon, too. And even after all they'd survived…they were here. Had chosen to be here.

I'd never forget the blanket they'd left for me in that cold cell, not if I lived a thousand years.

"Thank you. For everything."

She shrugged. "We were caught unawares and trapped there. You're the one who walked in eyes open."

We didn't speak of it again after that. I ate another scone while she baked some sort of egg dish with vegetables and a crust. When she put away the flour, I was relieved she didn't mention the raven I'd painted on the inside of the cabinet door. She must have known it was new and that Rhys certainly hadn't painted it.

When I insisted on washing the dishes before heading upstairs to get dressed, Nuala let me.

I dug the plainest gown out from the back of my closet. Not because I particularly wanted to wear it—I was most comfortable in Illyrian leathers or the silky, billowing pants and sheer sleeves of Night Court attire—but because I didn't want to cause a stir if I could avoid it or appear too faerie.

It was stifling to feel this covered up. I'd grown used to the caress of a breeze against my skin when I wasn't in leathers, and if I needed to run, I hated the thought of having to lift up my skirts to do it. Faeries—at least the ones in the Night Court—never made a fuss about bare legs or an exposed strip of skin around a navel.

I could endure this for a few hours, though. I'd been braiding my hair when Rhys winnowed in, directly onto my bed. He lay on his stomach, his head propped up on a fist and his feet in the air to keep his shoes off the duvet.

As usual, he looked aggravatingly put-together, no sign at all of the long night he'd had. Not a hair out of place, and he'd changed into a fresh tunic and pants.

Something like distaste flickered in his eyes even as he said, "You look beautiful." It was the first time he'd seen me wear a dress, I realized—or at least, the first time he'd seen me wear one of my own volition, if the scraps of fabric I'd worn Under the Mountain even counted.

"I don't," I said, voice flat, "and no one likes a liar, Rhys."

He stood and came closer, flicking my nose instead of kissing me hello. "You'd look beautiful in a potato sack."

"No one likes a cad, either."

He huffed a laugh as I tied off the end of the braid and rose from the chair. In a single absurdly graceful movement, he leaned down to kiss me properly while lifting me into his arms to fly. I let myself melt into the warmth of his solid body against mine, and for a moment, I considered getting the damn dress off and Rhys into bed for the rest of the day.

But I couldn't keep putting this off.

I held on tight as we vanished into dark wind and appeared again hundreds of feet over a vast, blue sea. Even though I'd expected it—we'd planned to slip through one of the holes that had formed in the Wall—I let out a shriek and clung tighter to Rhys. The wind roared; water rushed towards us—

Was that a scream from the fearless Cursebreaker? We're not even in free fall. The words seemed to glitter with wicked amusement as they crossed the bond.

Rhys was right, though. His wings strained against the wind but kept our descent controlled, snapping open at just the right angles so we stayed on course. I tipped my head back to take in the particular contented smile he only wore while flying.

It disappeared as we approached the Wall. I couldn't see it, but I felt the crackle of its power setting my teeth on edge all the same. Rhys gripped me tighter.

The feeling got worse as we approached. And as we swept through, there was a horrible moment where I felt ripped in half, as if it wanted to scatter incomplete pieces of me among the mortals and the fae.

But it passed in an instant.

I was back in the human lands. The home I thought I'd never see again.

There was barely time to process that before we were slipping into the space between worlds as Rhys winnowed us to the woods just outside my family's estate.

He'd offered to glamour himself to appear human and accompany me, but I'd said no. Perhaps another time, but…this felt like something I had to do on my own. So I kissed him goodbye and walked towards the manor alone.

The white marble walls and emerald roof were grand, but totally unfamiliar. I passed neat hedges as I walked up the flagstone path, and my heart squeezed at the sight of flowers and shrubs that had been planted there—Elain's doing, no doubt.

At the double doors, I rang the bell and waited, my stomach churning. Azriel's reports had assured me that all was well, but…perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps something had gotten overlooked.

A ruddy-faced housekeeper I didn't recognize opened the door. "May I help you?" she said, blandly polite.

"I'm Feyre Archeron. I'm here to see my family," I said.

Her eyes lit up with recognition at the sound of my name. That was a relief, at least; I wasn't forgotten. "Your father is away on business, but your sisters—"

"Feyre? Is that you?" Elain—Elain. Cheerful and lovely as always, untouched by the monsters and horrors I'd encountered in Prythian. Safe. Just as I'd remembered her.

I nearly sobbed with relief. But as far as she knew, I was merely back from taking care of an elderly relative, so I kept my voice light as I said, "It's me. I'm here while our cousin stays with Aunt Ripleigh to give me a short break."

The housekeeper stepped aside as Elain launched herself at me. I embraced my sister, relieved at how she'd filled out since I'd last seen her. Taken care of and eating right, then. "What a wonderful surprise!" she said.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and I looked over Elain's shoulder to see Nesta standing with a hand braced on the rail.

Staring as if I were a ghost.

I'd forgotten how cunning her eyes were, how cold. There was no reason to believe Nesta knew anything about what I'd been up to for the past few months, yet….she'd always been made of something different. Something harder and stronger.

"What are you doing here?" she said, face carefully blank.

"Visiting. It's…good to see how your fortunes have improved," I said.

Elain's brow furrowed. "I know Nesta's visit didn't work out, but didn't you get our letters?"

She didn’t remember—or maybe she’d never actually known, then, that I wouldn’t have been able to read them, anyway. But it still made my heart sink to imagine my sisters sending letters that were doomed to never reach me. If Nesta had tried to visit, though I doubted she'd actually wanted to see me, some magic must have turned her away.

I shook my head, and Elain ushered me inside, complaining about the uselessness of the post. Nesta continued to stare wordlessly, and I half-listened as Elain recounted the story of the mysterious stranger who'd appeared at their doorstep with a wildly lucrative investment opportunity and given them a trunk of gold just for agreeing.

Tamlin's doing, and it matched the reports that Azriel had given me. I'd expected this. And yet, it still didn't quite prepare me for how strange it would feel for Elain to hook her elbow through mine, apologize for not having a room ready for me, and offer to show me the rest of the house.

The manor was beautiful, if a bit…sterile. Beautiful and richly appointed, but everything was new and untouched, with none of the sense of the age that permeated the townhouse in Velaris. I couldn't help but marvel at it—Nesta and Elain were cared for, with enough money to ensure they'd never be hungry again.

Nesta fell into step beside us, a quiet, stalking presence. Her face was still impassive, and she seemed content to let Elain do all of the talking. But it was better than her flinging insults, so perhaps it was a blessing.

We had tea and sandwiches in the lush garden, which was in full bloom for the summer. After months in Prythian, human food tasted like ash in my mouth, but I didn't care. It had been so long since I'd eaten a meal with my family and had enough for all of us.

Never again would I brace myself for a fight if I dared take more than my carefully allotted quarter after hauling a carcass for miles.

It was simple enough to spin stories about reading to Aunt Ripleigh as she instructed me on deportment from her bedside. None of it was particularly interesting, and instead, I asked about the garden and the social season that I'd missed.

The purple-and-white tulips at our feet had once been bulbs brought all the way from the continent, Elain told me, beaming. She'd tended to them herself, planting and weeding in between the balls and parties and gossip of the social season.

"It sounds like you've been busy without me, then," I said, setting down my teacup carefully.

"It was a welcome respite," Elain said, a shadow darkening her lovely face for a moment. "I'm grateful our situation has changed for the better, but I'll admit this season was a bit…strange."

My blood went cold. Of course this had all been too good to be true. Something was wrong. "In what way?"

"People acted as if we’d all just been ill for eight years, or had gone away to some distant country—not that we’d been a few villages over in that cottage. You’d think we dreamed it all up, what happened to us over those years. No one said a word about it."

I relaxed again. In truth, it was a warmer reception than I thought my family would have gotten after so many years of poverty. It was better than being treated as if we were diseased.

Perhaps something had happened, though. It might explain why Nesta was so quiet. She'd barely touched her food and just stared with those piercing blue-grey eyes that were an unsettling mirror of my own.

"That does sound strange," I said. We went quiet again, and I set my tea down and turned back to my plate. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Elain staring, too. "What?"

Elain shook her head. "You just look so…different. Not in a bad way of course. It's just as if there's a…a glow about you."

I froze. The only sort of people who were ever described as glowing were ones who were happily pregnant. Gods, I hadn't inadvertently given them the impression I was with child, had I?

"Did something happen at Aunt Ripleigh's house?" Elain asked. "Did you…meet someone?"

The tilt of Nesta's head was pure predator as she added, "Did you, Feyre?"

I wanted to say yes. Perhaps I was too much of a coward to admit to my human family that I'd fallen in love with a faerie, but I could have told a few half-truths. I didn't want to subject myself to an interrogation, though.

"Just good food and rest," I said.

Nesta got to her feet, straight-backed and regal as she stared down her nose at me. "We're out of tea. Why don't you come with me to get another pot from the kitchen?" It wasn't a question.

I followed her before Elain had a chance to object or insist on coming with. As soon as we were inside, Nesta's hand clamped down on my arm, and she steered me towards an empty sitting room and shut the door behind us.

"There is no Aunt Ripleigh," Nesta said.

Cauldron boil and fry me. I could kill whoever told her. "Of course there—" I started to say.

"Don't. I saw that look on your face when Elain asked if you'd met someone. She and Father don't remember that beast taking you away, but I do. Tell me what the hell is going on, Feyre."

All these months…Nesta had known. And kept it to herself.

She'd seen through Tamlin's glamour somehow, probably just because her mind was so thoroughly her own that he couldn't have violated it. And if a High Lord hadn't been able to fool her, I shuddered to think what she made of the sentries Rhys had sent, who were supposed to have been unseen by human eyes.

There was no point in hiding the bond from her, too. I pulled the chain with my mating band out from where I'd tucked it under the bodice of my dress. "I did meet someone in Prythian."

"You're married," she breathed. The disbelief in her voice shouldn't have stung as much as it did. Nesta had never made a secret of how thoroughly she doubted any man would ever find me an acceptable bride.

"In a manner of speaking. The fae either marry or mate if the Cauldron blessed them with a soul-bound partner. I have a mate. Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court."

Nesta barked a harsh, bitter laugh. I didn't know what to make of it until she said, shaking her head in disbelief, "Mother expected me to marry a prince, but you're the one who's ensnared a faerie king and become his consort."

"I didn't ensnare—"

"Then what? He forced you?"

"No!" I had no idea how to look my sister in the eye and tell her a magical stag had done it. Nesta just crossed her arms and stared me down, waiting for an explanation. She said nothing because she didn't have to—there was pure command in just the way she held herself. I took a breath and continued, "Rhys loves me, and I love him. He isn't the one who took me. That was Tamlin, the High Lord of Spring. Rhys got me out and took me somewhere safe. It's a long story, but yes, I am Lady of the Night Court now."

"And this Lord Rhysand is the reason we're now…taken care of?"

I didn't want to give Tamlin the credit. His kindness rang hollow—uncomfortably transactional, in a way—when it was clearly recompense for kidnapping me. And in truth, Rhys was the reason I hadn't worried about Tamlin impoverishing my family a second time in retaliation for swearing fealty to Night. "Yes."

"Then give him my thanks and don't come back here again."

The words might as well have been a slap to the face. I hadn't expected a warm welcome from Nesta, but…I'd hoped, at least, that she'd be something closer to civil.

"What about Father?" I said. "I haven't seen him since I was taken away."

"What about the rest of us? If anyone learns our sister is a fae sympathizer, any standing, any influence we have—gone."

Nesta's hand was resting on the back of an armchair, and she gripped it so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. The set of her shoulders was stiff.

It was the closest to afraid she ever seemed to get.

She had reason to be, as much as it hurt. Our family had tumbled into ruin once, and we'd all nearly starved to death because of it. I could not blame my sister for wanting to cling to the good fortune as fiercely as possible. I knew, deep down, she only did it because she wanted to see Elain safe and happy.

"There's more I need to tell you before I go."

"Stay the night, then. We can speak privately for longer after the servants have left for the day, but you'll need to leave before breakfast."

We wouldn't be overheard in the garden either, but Nesta clearly didn't want Elain to know any of this. I had half a mind to blurt it out before Nesta could stop me as soon as we sat back down with Elain. But this was for the best.

I trusted the walls surrounding Nesta's mind; she'd keep my secrets. But anyone with daemati abilities could pluck information right out of Elain's, and the chances were too high that someone intent on hunting me down might do just that. Elain couldn't know.

"Thank you."

A single nod—downright affectionate from Nesta. "Elain bought paints for you. She'd appreciate it if you left something for her; I know she misses the decorations you left in the cabin."

"I'd like that," I said, meaning it.

There was nothing else to discuss; we returned to the garden after that and made our excuses to Elain for taking so long with the rest of the tea. The three of us spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sun, chatting and catching up. Nesta was still quiet, but…we didn't fight. No one insulted each other.

Even as a knot formed in my stomach at the thought of unburdening myself to Nesta later, I savored the peace as I painted foxgloves around the doorframe to Elain's bedroom.

This day had been a gift, and I was intent on appreciating it.

[throneofsapphics]

one year drabbles celebration

on 7/14 it'll be a whole year since I posted my first fic on this blog (yes I'm freaking out.) I wanted to do something to celebrate, and since I'll be busy that week I figured I'd get a head start!

so here's 25 dialogue prompts and if it pleases you, you can send in one with a character and I'll write a little drabble for it. this is open for all of the characters I write for, found here. this includes poly ships/any combination of characters (as long as it's not incest). I love and appreciate all of you and your support over the last year, it's genuinely made a big difference in my life and I'm thankful for all of the lovely people I've met <3 I'll keep requests for this open until 7/12

pain - not the slut kind

“what part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” // rowan // azriel

2. "I wish I loved you less." // rhys

3. “don’t you get it? You were always just entertainment for me.” // dorian // lorcan

4. "you do not deserve my forgiveness."

5. “we’ll never grow old together.” // poly!rowaelin // fenrys // lorcan

sweet dirty talk 

6. “i want to taste you" // poly!manorian // lucien

7. “ tell me where you want me to touch you first” // poly!manorian

8. “how does this feel?” // rhys // poly!rowaelin

9. “just lie back and let me take care of you.” // rowan // nessian // feysand

10. “i love when you talk to me like that”

spicy dirty talk 

11. "i’ll take a spanking,  please.” // poly!manorian

12. “if you want to come you better beg”

13. “Strip. Now.” // nesta

14. “get on your hands and knees, right now” // poly!elorcan // fenrys

15. “just shut up and fuck me" // poly!feysand

no-smut sweetness

16. “aw, did you miss me?”

17. “you’re lucky that you’re cute.” // poly!rowaelin

18. “my hand is kinda heavy, can you hold it?”

19. “i’m not giving up on you.” // poly!ruhnlidia

20. “relationships are built on trust, and i trust you.” // poly!ruhnlidia // poly!manorian

crack

21. “how'd you like the fake spider in your room?”

22. “I can sing louder”

23. “you just cheated! i watched you!”

24. "you know if you could stand to be less of a whore we wouldn't be in this situation!"

25. “I left for five minutes.” // poly!feysand // poly!rowaelin

[cannoliramblings]

Intro!

Hi everyone! I'm Cannoli, I'm 22 years old and use he/him pronouns. I'm extremely new to tumblr and not 100% sure how everything works yet, but yeah lol, mostly I'm just here to ramble about my ocs lol.

Mostly I'll probably be posting on here about my Fallen London OCs, I honestly just started playing the game a couple of weeks ago and I've been really liking it so far, to the point where I absolutely have way too many OCs already lmao.

All of my OCs are open for asks and roleplay, shipping is a bit more iffy and is on a case-by case basis, but there might be some nsfw posted so beware (my brain has too many ideas haha)

Feel free to send asks (I can answer questions as can my ocs) or DM, I might eventually post full profiles at some point but yeah here's my main 4 OCs right now (I have a bunch more minor ones too)

My main OCs are: Locryn/The Diffident Professor (they/them): a very innocent mycologist + hopeful revolutionary who will probably wind up seeking and is in an interesting relationship with May. Profile. Tag = #Diffident Professor

Astrid/The Reluctant Thief (she/her): A thief under The Cheery Man who wants to get out of crime, also enjoys the idea of revolution, but she struggles sometimes to not be so independent and to ask others for help. Profile. Tag = #Reluctant Thief

Juno / The Austere Devil (ve/ver): A constable/devil who's recovering from a prisoner's honey addiction, serious and severe but still reasonably nice and caring. Profile. Tag = #Austere Devil

Rhys/The Misanthropic Constable (he/him): A former zailor who struggles with dysphoria and not very stable mental health and pours himself into his constabular work. He's only nice to you if he trusts you. Tag = #Misanthropic Constable

All of my OCS are open for RP.

I'll probably mostly be posting my writing and various oc rambles here (and maybe some art but that's definitely not my strong suit lol) (eventually probably my written work will be on Ao3 (account name: Cannolithestoryteller)

[rhaenella]

You & Me - Rhys Montrose x Reader - Masterlist

Summary: What happens when reader assassin is tasked with killing the possible future mayor of London; Rhys Montrose. Politician by day, Eat the Rich Killer by night. But he isn’t the only person wearing different masks. 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Violence, murder, immoral sociopathic behaviour, mentions of alcoholism, drug abuse and neglect, (eventual) smut

Total word count (so far): 102k

A/N: Multi part Rhys Montrose x Female Reader fic. FYI, this fic will incorporate the use of Y/N. I have decided to also post this fic on AO3 (same username as on my Tumblr) and to change the x Reader to an Original Female Character over there using a fictitious name. That will be the only difference. So, if the use of Y/N isn’t your thing, go ahead and look the fic up on AO3 :)

Below you'll find the links to all the parts that have thus far been uploaded. I will try my best to upload a new chapter each week. Every part is also accompanied with a 'soundtrack', these are all listed below as well. Finally, a little preview of what's to come... I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it! There aren't a lot of Rhys x Reader fics out there, so I hope I can bring some extra flavour to the table.

Ps don't forget to watch the trailer/edit I made for the fic! x

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23

Soundtracks: 00. Feeling Good – Nina Simone 01. Royals – Lorde  02. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene – Hozier  03. (I Just) Died in Your Arms – Hidden Citizens  04. Secrets And Lies – Ruelle  05. No Good – KALEO  06. …Ready For It? – Taylor Swift 07. Meet Me In the Woods – Lord Huron 08. The River – Daisy Jones & The Six 09. The Silence – Manchester Orchestra 10. Power – Isak Danielson 11. wicked game – Jessie Villa 12. Beautiful Crime – Tamer 13. Toxic – 2WEI 14. Cherry – Lana Del Rey 15. In the Air Tonight – Natalie Taylor 16. Whole Lotta Love (Dermot O’Leary) – Hozier 17. Lavender Haze – Taylor Swift 18. Don’t You Know – Jaymes Young 19. One For My Baby – Frank Sinatra 20. Run Baby Run – The Rigs 21. Sinnerman – Nina Simone 22. And so It Begins – Klergy  23. Darkness In Your Heart – Cowbell

Preview

Song: Feeling Good – Nina Simone

The sound of the heavy door opening as it noisily scraped the floor made you look in his direction. 

Rhys entered slightly out of breath, looking positively dishevelled as he ran a hand through his unruly curls.

“What happened to you? Killed another person?” You couldn’t help but teasingly joke, taking in his state as your eyes roamed freely over his physique. 

Rhys had put his hands on his hips, taking some deep breaths to slow down his heart rate. When he looked up at you, head tilted to the side, he shot you his charming smile that feigned innocence.

No way.

You stared at him. 

No way the man was truly this brazen.

He started to move closer to you, his eyes mischievous as they betrayed his wicked actions. You marvelled a little at how quickly you were getting better at reading him. Perhaps you recognised the murderous tendencies from the mirror. 

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Assentio Mentium: Chapter 22

Update for SJM Romance week! It's feast or famine with this story apparently.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33608452/chapters/136029976

Teaser:

Azriel smirked, “You can go up to Rhys’ room and break into that expensive whiskey. I’ve got this.”

“No,” Cassian shook his head. “I want to see that everything is perfect for myself. I’ve seen the Pinterest board.”

“And you think I haven’t?” Azriel rolled his eyes and took out his phone. “A few fires to be put out. I’ve got it but I’m sending Cass up to you. You’re going to owe Nuala a lot of money and say goodbye to that bottle of Champagne at the Hamptons house. It’s Gwyn’s now.”

“I don’t even want to know,” Rhys’ voice was still groggy with sleep. “But sure, fine, whatever you need to do. I could make a point about Cassian having his own money but that feels a bit trite on his weddings day so just send the bastard up.”

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/22/2024) Episode: A Spooky Little Birthday

“Valentina left already?" Isra asked Darth Luigi and Princess Noemi when they showed up alone to the costume party she was hosting for little Skye.

He shook his head. “Mom told us “youngsters” to enjoy "dress-up fun" while she used the peace and quiet to finish packing.“

 "Well, everyone else is out on the back patio." Rhys chimed in, waving towards the sliding glass door. Luigi wandered over to join the conversation between an amused looking Jade and an overly pregnant Beau, while his fiancée hung back to chat with her friend.

"…and you can't beat the "friends and family" discount!" Beau was saying until he spotted the newcomer. “Ugh, Darth Poser over here clearly hopes to blame that full body getup when I crush his ass later this evening. Right now though I gotta take a load off. Yoda was wrong, size matters a lot.”

Luigi threw his own mangled quote at the back of his retreating frenemy: “I find your lack of faith in my gaming prowess disturbing.”

The fiery redhead responded with a “friendly” gesture as he headed to the lounger. “Oh, go force choke your chicken. You know I could beat you even if I was in labor right now. And believe me, at this point if I could I’d take that option over carrying this little lady until after Harvestfest when she’ll finally be ready to literally be cut loose.”

Luigi, who had splurged on a high-quality mask with great visibility, was actually quite excited to play with his teammates later. He was even more excited to meet a Sim who’d lived her whole life in a different nation. "Hello – you must be Isra's sister! I assume she’s told you about me?”

Jade stifled a giggle as he immediately demonstrated the self-absorbed confidence she had been told to expect. She gave him a friendly nod and replied: “Sure. Isra said you were interested in learning more about me and my family.“

“Definitely. My Papa immigrated from another nation just like your Par; I would love to chat …” he cut off as Noemi and the rest of the guests started pouring outside. “… after we get my little man aged up properly!"

"Humple Borpnah baby" Noemi whispered a few minutes later, leaning over and helping Skye blow out his candles.

Daddy served out slices of the artificially sweetened confection Isra had prepared in consideration of his diabetes while she tossed their infant gently up into the air.  She deftly caught the much larger toddler that shortly emerged from the swirling vortex over her head and gave him a kiss.

After showing the cute little tyke around to everyone, she steadied him on his feet and helped him over to where Elyse and all the other children were playing. With their offspring all safely corralled in the sun-porch, there was a general exodus of parents and friends towards the dining table.

While Rhys grilled up the final few steaks and dogs, Luigi slid behind the bar to mix up drinks. "Man, am I glad to be done with the infant stage!“

 "Lucky you" Rhys replied "it's going to be awhile for me yet. I wouldn't trade my babies for anything but two at once is A LOT. You up for coming over later this week for a playdate now that yours and mine are able to talk to each other a bit?"

"Sure" Luigi shrugged "I'm happy to hang as long as you don’t expect me to change any stinky infant diapers! Sorry man, those are all yours. Now, let’s get this food over to the table, the natives are getting restless!”

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[shallyne]

Feyre Week Day One: Huntress

Dead squirrels and younger Selfs

A little fic I got inspiration for randomly. I hope you like it. (I accidentally made a rabbit into a squirrel, please ignore)

Words: 1,650

TW: mention of death, dead animals, killing animals, hunting, implications of neglect

Feyre sees a dead squirrel during the day and gets caught in memories

It was a long day and she was just tired from all the walking. That's why she was in a weird mood, why she was suddenly so aloof. That's probably what Rhys thought, at least. That wasn't the case, though, and she knew that Rhys was worried about her. If the glances he threw her every few moments wouldn't have told her, then the bond would have given his worries away. She wanted to talk to him, wanted to explain but what was she supposed to say? A dead squirrel was the reason for her mood? That sounded pathetic and ridiculous and she would not say that. Whatever, she just needed some sleep and then she would be alright. Feyre stood up and excused herself for the evening, wishing her family a good night. As she got ready for bed, Rhys joined her. Of course he would follow her. She couldn't blame him, she would have done the same if it was him, so she turned around and smiled at him. "I'm fine, you don't have to be with me." 

"Are you fine?" he asked. He didn't come closer. He stayed on the threshold, leaning against the doorframe. His brows were slightly furrowed, as they always were when he was worried. "Yes, Rhys. I'm fine, just tired." she stood up and walked over to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and stood on her toes when she kissed him. Rhys put his hands on her hips when she leaned back. 

"I'm just worried," he said. "You didn't even eat dinner, the last time you did that was when you were fresh out of the spring court, I just want-" 

"I know." Feyre said. "But I didn't eat dinner because I want to sleep." she kissed his cheek and turned around, walking towards the bed. When she slipped under the blanket, Rhys sat down on the edge of the bed. "If you want to talk, you can. You know that, right? If, for some reason, you don't want to talk to me you can talk to Mor or Cassian or Azriel-*

Feyre chuckled. "I know. Please don't worry about me, I will talk to someone if I need to. Turn the lights off when you leave." 

"Who said I'll leave?" 

"I did." she grinned at him. "Good night. I love you."

"I love you, too." he said quietly. Feyre turned around and a few moments later she felt his weight lifting off the mattress and the door clicked shut. She losed a breath and closed her eyes. 

Feyre stood in the middle of a forest. Not any forest, she realized. The forest she knew better than any other, because she came here everyday for five years. After looking around she also realized that she didn't stand in the middle of the forest, she was fairly close to the village. What was she doing here? Was there any purpose she was here? Or was that the moment she wakes up and realizes that she made up everything? That she never got kidnapped to Prythian? There was never a beast who broke down their door? She never met her mate? A mate who didn't exist? Something wasn't right but Feyre couldn't place it. It felt like a dream but something told her that this wasn't a dream but it wasn't reality either. She turned around, looking for something in the forest, someone, but no one was here. It was just a normal forest in the mortal realm. That was until she heard a sob. A sob that she knew so well, a sob that she dreamed about a lot of times. Feyre didn't need to find out where that sound came from, she knew exactly where that was. So Feyre walked towards the sound until she saw the girl, crouched on the cold forest floor. Her arms were wrapped around herself and tears were streaming down her face. It was exactly like in Feyres dreams, just in another perspective. Though what was different this time was that the girl whipped her head towards Feyre when the leaves on the ground crunched under her steps. And so Feyre looked into her own, mortal eyes. Her fourteen year old eyes, to be exact. Feyre knew that this wasn't real, she didn't travel back in time to see her younger self but somehow, this was different from a dream. Feyre sighed and smiled at her younger self. "Hey." she said quietly. When her younger self kept watching her, she sat down across from her. Feyre looked at her clothes. They still looked relatively good at this point. Clean and unblemished. They won't stay like that for long but she wouldn't say that. 

"I killed it." Feyres fourteen year old self sobbed. Feyre smiled sadly. "You did." the girl before her wrapped her arms tighter around herself at her words. But Feyre wasn't done yet "And I am proud of you. I am incredibly proud of you for being so brave. You fed Elain, Nesta and father. It was hard but you did it." 

She looked up at Feyre, her face tear stained. "Will it get easier?" 

"Killing?" Feyre asked and she nodded. Feyre sighed. It was hard to explain but she tried honestly. "Yes. Sometimes it will be easier than others but you won't forget how it felt. However, you will realize that it was necessary." 

She nodded slowly, sniffling. "Will it go away?" Feyre smiled and she nodded. She knew what she meant. "It will."

Her younger self lit up. "When? Will fathers ships be found? When?" 

Feyre played with the sapphire ring on her finger. "It's complicated." she said. "I fear it will still be a while. You have to hold on a little longer but it will be worth it." 

"You promise?" she asked. Feyre nodded and stretched her little finger out. "Pinky promise." fourteen year old Feyre smiled and hooked her pinky with Feyres. Before Feyre could back away, her younger self threw her arms around Feyre. She didn't hesitate to hug her back. She remembered how often she wished for someone to hug her when she grew up. Feyre tightened her grip on her younger self as a tear slipped down her cheek. They stayed like that for a few moments until Feyre could feel a presence behind her, a presence that she knew all too well. 

Feyre wiped the tears away and told her younger self "It's about to get dark, you should head back." To Feyres' surprise, her younger self didn't argue, she nodded. "Thank you." she murmured as they parted. She stood up and walked away. A few feet away she turned around and waved to Feyre, who waved back. When her younger self was out of her sight, Feyre sighed and stood up. As she did so, darkness was creeping towards her, wrapping around her leg as if greeting her. Feyre smiled as she looked up and saw her mate standing half hidden in darkness. 

She didn't say a word as he stalked towards her and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't even realize that she was still crying until she buried her face in his chest. He rubbed soothing circles on her back and whispered in her ear "You need to wake up." 

"I don't know how." Feyre whispered. 

He didn't stop drawing circles on her back as he explained "Imagine it like a door. A door back to your consciousness." she tried. She tried as he whispered instructions in her ear until she felt a shift and he said. "Good, you did great." 

She looked up, turning around and sure enough there was a door. Already open but all she could see was darkness behind it. "Don't be scared." Rhys said. "Walk through it and don't look back, okay?" 

Feyre nodded. He kissed her one last time and then Feyre walked through that door and she didn't look back, as he instructed her. She walked a few steps inside but it was still only darkness. She didn't have any direction, she was trapped-

"Feyre." she heard his voice. She turned in the direction where she thought Rhys's voice was coming from and when he repeated her name, she was sure and started running. Running until it felt like she was falling. 

Feyre jumped up, sitting in bed as she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Rhys was beside her in an instant. Her heart was racing and her face felt crusty, as if she cried a lot more than she did in her little dream world. Her face was sweaty and she barely was able to breathe. Feyre tried to listen to Rhys's heartbeat. She laid her head on his chest as he brushed the hair out of her face. She began to relax in his arms and when she controlled her breathing she asked "What was that?" 

It was silent for a few minutes until Rhys admitted "I don't know." 

"It wasn't a dream." Feyre said. "No, it was not." he agreed. 

"But it wasn't real either." Feyre said. She drew away from him to look in her mates face. "No, it was only in your mind." Rhys said. "And it was exhausting for you." 

Feyre snorted. "You could say that." she pulled out a loose thread from her blanket. 

"It was the dead squirrel you saw, right?" Rhys asked softly. Feyre shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, yes, it was but I don't know why it bothers me so much. I never had a reaction like this." Rhys nodded. 

Feyre shrugged again and threw the rumpled blankets to the side. "I need a bath." and before she even had a foot on the ground, she heard water running in the bathroom. She kissed Rhys's cheek and walked towards her much needed bath. Rhys's footsteps echoed behind her. 

Taglist: @reverie-tales @feyreweek @elentiyawhitethorn

[someonesrealityshifting]

How I Fit Into My Inner Circle DR (in regards to the canon story)

Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one. I’ve hyper fixated. Also tw for gore and mild alcoholism (Mor), also very very vague references to Rhys’ Amarantha trauma. Also wild ACOTAR spoilers for all five books.

Amarantha came when I was 22. Cassian spent most of that time in the mountains, trying to find a way to break through Rhys’ shield and save him. Mor drank. All day, every day, Mor drank. Amren stayed more or less the same, which was a comfort, and Azriel was just around less.

What him and Amren did was make sure I continued my training; I’d spar with whoever Azriel sent. Sometimes, when I’d get cocky, Amren would spar with me, just to remind me that there’s always a bigger fish (no matter how small it may seem). Azriel would come back on Sundays, talk to Amren, spar with me, assess my progress. He’d always say, “when Rhys gets out, when he breaks the curse, you’ll be ready.”

I would always nod, picking back up my weapon and fighting him again, but I never understood what I needed to be ready for.

When Rhys came back, he tried to be the same. He tried to be my big brother again, but he was distant. I started sleeping in the house where he was instead of going home to my dad so I could help with his nightmares. He didn’t go back to normal until the first time he brought Feyre to the Court of Nightmares. He was better for a little while after that, and then after Feyre came to Velaris, it was almost like nothing had changed. I knew almost instantly upon seeing her that she was his mate, and I adored her.

This is when Mor started acting different. I couldn’t place a finger on it, but she was just… off. And I’d spent a lot of time focusing on Mor. I was in love with her, after all. For a time, anyway, when I was young. I got over it by the time I was 30. I had too many other things to worry about.

Then? Ianthe. The King of Hybern. Nesta and Elaine and Tamlin taking Feyre and- Everything went to hell. I worked with Nuala and Cerridwen to help Elaine, doing everything I could to pull her from her own head. When Feyre came home, we were working constantly, trying to find out how to stop the attacks, stop Hybern, save the humans and any fae that sided with them.

My father was nearly killed in the attack on Velaris. One of the monsters tore his leg off, and he damn near bled out in the street. My friend, Damiano, is the only reason he’s alive. Dami managed to pull my dad out of the street enough to get him to safety so I could kill the monster and help save the city. I noticed that night that Mor wasn’t there during the attack.

Fast forward a year and a half, two years almost. I’ve trained with the girls as Valkyries, including the Rite. I can’t use my magic, just the same as them, but my natural fire is enough to keep us warm. I carry Gwen up the mountain, sending Emerie to carry her to the stone. I help Nesta fight off the soldiers until Cassian gets there and we get out of the Rite (simplified version because my brain is going numb).

Nesta saves Feyre and Nyx and all that happens. I shift in a week before Nesta and Cassian’s over-the-top, opulent wedding.

And now we’re all caught up to current events!

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08/20-21/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Samson Kayo; Samba Schutte; Nathan Foad; Madeleine Sami; Guz Khan; Lindsey Cantrell Tim Heidecker; Articles; GalaxyConRaleigh Video; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; Never Left Podcast; Love Notes;

Hey crew, sorry I've been swamped with work/life again.. I swear I'll get back on track again one of these days. 8/22 will be up tonight or tomorrow.

== Rhys Darby ==

Reminder! Aug 28 is Rhys' episode of Expedition X!

Source: Moosh's Twitter

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika headed out of Italy!

Source: Instagram

Taika's in A LOT of the new episodes of Time Bandits (the season finales!) You can check them out on Apple TV!

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== Con O'Neill ==

Con's relaxing on vacation!

Source: Con O'Neill's Instagram

== Samson Kayo ==

Source: Samson Kayo's Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Advanced Chemistry is opening on September 12 and Samba has been kind enough to share lots of available links!

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Wellington Delaware

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

You can also checkout the official full trailer here!

== Nathan Foad ==

Voyage of the Damned -- narrated by our fabulous Nathan Foad is finally out in North America! You can access it here.

Source: Audible.com

== Madeleine Sami ==

More of Mads and the Deadloch ladies out at the TV Week Logie Awards!

Source: Madeleine Sami's Instagram

== Guz Khan ==

Just a side view of Guz

Source: Guz Khan's Instagram

== Linds Cantrell ==

Linds was giving off some feels, her current project turned on OFMD for her!

Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram

== Tim Heidecker ==

Our beloved Doug NoLastName is going to be touring! For tickets checkout https://linktr.ee/tim.heidecker!

Source: Tim Heidecker's Twitter

== Galaxy Con Raleigh Panel ==

Didn't get to go to GalaxyCon in Raleigh? Well you can access the OFMD Panel on Youtube! Sounds like the Livestream of San Jose will be up one of these days too!

Source: @JimJim531969

== Articles ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for highlighting more articles!

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

I am SO VERY behind on the cast cards from the lovely @melvisik who's been keeping them rolling! I'll try catch up on a bunch of them tonight!

First up is Abigail Swain, and Zhanda P., some of the Stunt performers / Action Talent! (According to ofmd-crew.com!)

Next up is the fabulous Hilda Rasula, one of our Series Editors from Season 1!

Next is another "civilian", Ellenette W.!

And who could forget Jeffrey Kushon, one of our fantastic Set Decorators!

Stacy Bisel was one of the Hair Co-Department Heads! Now this is super cool, @melvisik has given us some BTS to go along with some of the cast cards today! Check out her work with Buttons below!

And who could forget One of Jackie's Husbands, Hayden Bryant! Lots of BTS pics below as well!

Last tonight is a multi-job master Zak Enayat, who was workeding as both and actor and costumer according to ofmd-crew.com! You can see him working on the Calypso costume below!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== Never Left Podcast ==

New episode of Never Left Podcast is out! The theme of this one is birds! Check out the latest on your favorite listening platforms here!

Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies! Do you know what time it is? It's time for you to take a second and remind yourself how frickn brilliant you are!

You just keep facing every day and keep going! EVERY SINGLE DAY! (Sure you might sleep in or something) but you still manage to face the day in whatever capacity you are able to (physically or mentally)!

It can be so very hard sometimes just to start your day-- but you're still doing it, no matter what you're facing!

I'm so proud of you for that, and you should be proud of yourself too! Even when things are tough, you're still doing little things, (or big things) to keep moving forward.

It might seem like something so small- but it means the world to people who love you, that you are still here and you are still with us. Remember that you are beautiful, and brilliant, and strong enough, even when you feel at your worst!

Love you crew <3 Rest up and keep on keep'n on!

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06/17/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; TellTaleTVAwards; Cast & Crew Sightings; David Jenkins; Taika Waititi; Vico Ortiz; Con O'Neill; Guz Khan; Samba Schutte; Lindsey Cantrell; Zine Fundraisers; Articles; Fan Spotlight; Cast Cards; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; NeverLeft Podcast; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

== Tell Tale TV Awards ==

You did it!!! Congrats everyone! Thank you so much for voting over the past weeks! Both OFMD and Rhys won!

Source: Tell Tale TV Awards

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

== David Jenkins ==

June 17th is the anniversary of Flight of the Conchords episode 1! Dad was sending some love out to Bret, Jemaine, and of course our captain Rhys.

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika and Rita are in another silly tiktok video-- good news, you dont need a login to see it, just mark yourself as guest!

Source: RIta Ora's TikTok

== Vico Ortiz ==

This Friday, Vico is back with Them Fatale PRIDE edition. June 21st at the First Congregational Church of LA. Doors open at 6 PM and show starts at 7:30! In the area? Stop on by! Tickets available here.

Source: Vico Ortiz' Instagram Story

== Con O'Neill ==

Con's got some new merch up on Stands! Please visit ShopStands for some awesome OFMD Shirts, and pins, and to help a good cause!

Source: Con O'Neill's Instagram

== Guz Khan ==

For those of our Muslim friends celebrating the end of Ramadan, Guz is sending out a loving Eid Mubarak <3

Source: Guz Khan's Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba is also sending out a lovely Eid Mubarak! As well as sending some more family photos with Aria and the little one.

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram Stories

== Lindsey Cantrell ==

Our fabulous Set Designer Lindsey Cantrell has been working on this short film Watching Walter, if you're so inclined, please check it out when it's out! CW: Holocaust/Nazi's/Violence

Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram

== Zine Fundraisers ==

There's a new OFMD Fan-Led fundraiser to benefit Gaza out! Please follow @ofmdaction on tumblr for more information! Artist and Writer sign ups are now live! Carrd | Twitter | AO3 Collection | Daily Click for UNRWA

Source: OFMDAction Tumblr

== Articles ==

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

== Cast Cards ==

Some fun new cast cards from @melvisik today! "As fate would have it (did not plan this, it just happened in sequence) OFMD writer Simone Nathan" had her second season of Kid Sister just drop in the last few days! The previous night's cast card was Don A! aka "Swampy Town Folk"!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== Our Flag Means Fanfiction ==

New episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time a mini-sode read by Baby Kraken Podfics! Listen on your favorite platform here!https://linktr.ee/ofmff

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Never Left Podcast ==

"This week is discussing Violence in OFMD! "Episode 22 is OUT! This week we’re continuing our discussion on physical and emotional violence!" CW: Gun and knife violence Listen on your favorite platforms here: https://linktr.ee/neverleftpodcast

Source: NeverLeftPodcast's Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there Lovelies! I hope the week hasn't started too crazy or you! I know sometimes it's hard to see our impact, but take a look at those Tell-Tale TV results! Sure, it's a silly TV awards, but it 100% happened because you all were steadfast in voting! Just remember that while all our efforts don't always come to fruition in the way we want, you do make an impact <3

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Today's theme is Flight of the Conchords since it's the 17 year anniversary of the first episode airing!

Gifs courtesy of the absolute legends @celluloidbroomcloset and @fandomsmeantheworldtome <3