#bryce petty

[phillyphangirl]

[ladydeatharcheron]

(hofas spoilers)

Feyre: destroys the entire spring court for petty revenge

The fandom: SLAY QUEEN

Nesta: gives Bryce the mask, saving both Prythian and Midgard as a result

The fandom: ughh selfish whore

[daydreaming-nerd]

Shadows and Sins (Ruhn Danaan x Reader)

Takes place pre HOFAS

My masterlist

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this for so long and guess what I GAVE HIM A BIKE HAHA biketok girls we ride at dawn. 

Summary: All is fair in love and war… (enemies to lovers inspired by House of Balloons by The Weeknd) 

Warnings: SA, intoxication, banter

Word count: 3981

Prince, starborn, bad boy, party animal, loose cannon and playboy, those were the words typically used to describe Ruhn Danaan. 

Asshole, spoiled brat, antagonizing, vexing and unfortunately handsome…those were the words I used to describe my best friend's brother.

Ruhn came into my life about a year ago when I started working at the archives with his younger sister Bryce, who I became friends with almost instantly. He came in one day demanding to speak to Bryce and since I thought he was just some lovesick guy like all the others who came panting after the redhead I promptly told him off. It wasn’t until 30 minutes of fighting back and forth that Bryce returned from lunch with Hunt that I found out I was wrong, and the prince never let me live it down. 

Since then, we were like oil and water, order and chaos, and love and war. Though I suppose all was fair when it came to that. 

We fought whenever we saw one another, which was often since him and Bryce had become reacquainted. At first she hated our squabbling, but with Athalar’s calming presence in her life she had grown to use it as free entertainment. So when the bell over the door to archives rang and her laugh echoed subsequently I knew I was in for a fight… 

“Brought your wallet,” called the voice I dreaded to hear. “You gotta stop leaving it at my place.”

“Thanks Ruhn,” Bryce chirped, confirming the worst. 

Sure enough I turned around to find Ruhn Danaan waltzing in like he owned the place, which I sure he could if he wanted to, he was a prince after all not that you could ever tell. In all the fairytales I had read as a little girl the prince’s always wore fine tunics and rode on white horses. But Ruhn opted for a black t-shirt and a speed bike and unfortunately if he had been anyone but who he is I would’ve found that incredibly hot.

“I still don’t know why you insist upon hanging out with the rabble,” Ruhn said to Bryce leaning his forearms against the countertop. 

Bryce shoots her brother a look that begs him to behave himself for once in his life, and part of me thought I should be the bigger person and not fight back. But I wasn’t a bigger person-I was a petty bitch, and I’ll be damned if I let Ruhn Danaan come into my place of employment and talk smack to me. 

“It’s probably because she needs at least one acquaintance who doesn’t need someone to wipe his ass for him,” I said with a fake smile, continuing to polish the silver chalice in my hand.

Bryce snorts as she shoves her wallet into her purse. Both of us turn to her to find her trying to hide her giggle at my comment. 

I cross my arms over my chest giving Ruhn a self satisfied look and as usual he won’t let me win that easily. 

“Funny you should mention it. I've been looking for someone else who would wipe it for me. Interested? I’m sure you’d love the view,” he smirks that godsdammned lip ring making an appearance. 

“One of these days I’m going to rip that ring right out of your lip,” I growl bracing my arms on the counter like I might do it right now. 

“Oh the women of Crescent City would weep at the loss of my beloved lip ring, they do so love when it grazes their-” 

“That’s enough!” Bryce shouts pushing Ruhn towards the door. “I do not want to hear about your bedroom activities!” 

“Same here I just ate lunch!” I shout from behind the desk. 

“Please, you're begging for more images of me to get off to!” Ruhn shouts from the threshold of the door as Bryce continues to push him. 

“If I wanted to see mediocre fucking I’m sure there’s a website for it!” I holler as Bryce closes the door. 

I smirk and waggle my fingers at him as he bangs on the door. Once again I got the last word and oh boy did it feel good. 

Bryce didn’t walk away from the door until the revving of Ruhn’s bike could be heard taking off down the road. She turned to me with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. My lip twitched up in amusement and her scorned look broke as both of us roared with laughter.

“Okay I have to admit the ass wiping bit was pretty good,” she chortled, coming around to help me polish again. 

“You like that one? I’ve been saving it.” I laugh remembering the look on his face when his own sister laughed at him. 

“I still hate that you two fight, but at least it’s like getting my own comedy show now,” she shakes her head. 

We finish our polishing in peace, talking over last night's episode of Fangs and Bangs, and our raucous plans for tonight. It was friday, which meant girls night was happening at The White Raven. It was honestly my favorite day of the week, I looked forward to it more than I cared to admit. Society called us vicious party girls, but how bad were we really? 

“So I’ll meet you there at 10?” Bryce asks, locking up the shop. 

“Yeah what are you wearing though?” I ask rummaging through my bag for the key to the lock on my scooter.

“I was going to wear that red silk dress, you know the one Hunt tried to tear off me,” she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ooo someones playing dirty trying to get laid tonight,” I muse, if Bryce did one thing well it was ruffle Hunt’s feathers everytime he had to pick her up after a girls night. 

“Like I even have to try that hard anymore,” she laughs tucking the keys into her bag. 

“Oh how I wish I had a man to carry me home from the bar and dick me down afterwards,” I sigh with fake longing, though we both know I was telling the truth.

“Prince Charming is out there and who knows you might meet him tonight,” she smiles as she begins to walk towards her apartment. “Wear the black and silver dress!” she calls back. 

I shake my head and continue walking towards the other side of town. I hadn’t planned to wear the black and silver dress tonight but Bryce was never wrong about fashion, so black and silver it was. 

The White Raven was alive and bouncing per usual. Couples coupling in dark corners, some drunk girls grinding on each other wearing bachelorette tiaras, men shouting at their friends to finish their beers. Among those rowdy men, Ruhn Danaan. 

He had kindly greeted Bryce and unkindly greeted me when he first arrived. Bryce promptly shooed him off letting him know that it was girls night and he said he’d rather chew glass than stick around. While he was across the bar it didn’t help with the awareness that he was there. 

Normally girls nights were carefree, Bryce and I might end up dancing on a bartop and of course they would call the Umbra Mortis to haul us over his shoulders. Sometimes we would kick Hunt out his own bed and force him to sleep on the couch so us girls could have a “sleep over”. 

Tonight was different. The last thing I needed was to commit some atrocious behavior that Ruhn could put in his arsenal of insults. I could already hear him jesting about how I made out with a lion shifter or fell over on the dancefloor. So Bryce and I stuck to sitting at the bar, sipping our drinks and talking shit like sophisticated women.  

Two drinks turned to four, and four turned to six. The colorful lights only made my head spin faster as I downed the rest of my drink. I looked to my right to find Bryce’s nearly untouched. Athalar had showed up about ten minutes ago after our bartender told him we were approaching being cut off. Of course the moment Bryce saw him all bet were off… she now stood with her tongue down his throat and he didn’t seem inclined to protest. Turns out she was right about that red dress. 

I roll my eyes and grab her martini and down it slamming it back on the bartop, not like she was going to need it.

“Bryce I’m heading out,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder. 

She gave me a thumbs up as Hunt moved from her lips to her neck. I just shook my head and grabbed my purse. It wasn’t uncommon for me to go home alone, she had my location and we always kept tabs on one another.

The second I stood on my feet all the alcohol rushed to my head, and I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself. I looked at my barstool and thought about sobering up, but the last thing I wanted to see was the mate makeout session, so I shook my head to try and clear my mind and sauntered out towards the door. 

The night air did little to sober me up, and my stilettos didn’t help with the wobbling. I pulled out my phone to try and find a ride home, but when the rideshare app quoted me $100 to go two miles I shoved my phone back in my purse with a huff and started walking towards my apartment. Like hell I was paying that for two miles.

My heels clicked on the pavement, echoing off the alley walls. Suddenly another pair of shoes echoed off the walls as well, not light and feminine steps, big clunky shoes. 

“Where are you going darling?” crooned a voice I didn’t recognize. 

I tried my best to pick up the pace, but the nature of my delicate shoes did little to give me any sort of advantage. My hands fumble with my purse trying to pull out the pepper spray Hunt got me for my birthday last year but those last two drinks were starting to catch up with me and my world was spinning. 

I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders and slam me against the wall of the White Raven. My purse falls to the ground and I’m met with a pair of brown eyes. The guy had a backwards sunball hat and a blue shirt and he reeked of liquor. 

“Come on baby it’s not safe for pretty things like you to be out here,” he slurred, his body pressing closer to me. 

I cringe at the smell of his breath, “Get off of me creep!” I shout hoping that the alley isn’t that empty. 

My hands try to push him off but my intoxicated nature doesn't allow for much dexterity on my part.  

“Oh come on sweetheart don’t be that way,” he mumbled drunkenly, attaching his mouth to my neck. 

I try to push him off once more but I wobble, uneasy on my shoes. His hands fall from the small of my waist to the hem of my dress and I feel my blood run ice cold. 

“NO!” I shout scrumbling to get the sleeze off me. 

A hand grabs the back of the males collar and the sound of a fit making contact with his jaw reverberates through the alley as the male hits the ground. I stand shocked with my hands over my mouth as Ruhn Danaan shakes out the hand that delivered the punch and kicks the limp male. 

“You okay?” he asks nonchalantly, giving me a once over. 

I stand there still too stunned to speak, my eyes wandering from the male on the ground to Ruhn standing there with that damned black t-shirt clinging to his torso. 

He bends down to pick up my purse and shoves it into my arms. The gesture that finally breaks me out of shock. 

“T-thank you,” I mutter, still a little slow. 

“Where’s Bryce?” he asks looking around the alley, the sound of the club music inside still booming. 

I push myself off the wall stumbling a bit, “Inside sucking face with Athalar,” I slurr. 

“Thanks for the visual,” Ruhn purses his lips.

I straighten myself up and take a deep breath trying to act as sober as possible which probably was making me seem even more drunk, but I had to at least try. 

“Well thank you for uh…that,” I say gesturing towards the man still unconscious on the pavement. “I’ll see you around I guess.” 

I start wobbling down the alleyway once more, blinking my eyes rapidly to get my mind to clear and focus on walking home. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going princess?” he croons. 

Princess. Gods that fucking nickname. Most people would use it as a compliment or a pet name, but Ruhn knew how it drove me insane. He claimed I was just a spoiled princess one time and when I freaked out and yelled at him about it he proceeded to make that his nickname for me.

“I’m going home,” I sneer, trying to walk as best I can. 

“Like hell you’re walking home alone,” he growls, gripping my arm.

My eyes fly too the tattooed hand on my arm, and then up to those violet blue eyes that sparked with rage. 

“I do it all the time I’m fine,” I growl trying to rip my arm out of his grasp but I only succeed in making myself stumble more. 

He steadies me before speaking again, “Stop I’ll give you a ride,” he says motioning to his blacked out R1 parked in the alley. 

“I am not getting on that death trap with you after you’ve been drinking,” I scoff. 

“I’m not drunk, I don’t get drunk in public, it’s bad for appearances,” he says, irritation flitting across his unfairly handsome features. 

“Then how do I know you’re not going to dump me into Istros?” I sneer and the muscle in his jaw ticks and I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to fire back at me. 

“Because Bryce and I are finally on good terms and I’m pretty sure she would never forgive me if something happened to her best friend,” he explained, his words cold as ice. 

Maybe I was stupid, maybe I was drunk, maybe I was just cold and wanted to go home, but I actually believed him.

“Fine, let's go,” I say, walking towards his bike. 

I had to admit I always wanted to ride a motorcycle. Now riding on the back of Ruhn’s while I was drunk wasn’t exactly the time I wanted to do it, but I suppose beggars couldn’t be choosers. The bike was large and completely blacked out, if the moon hadn’t illuminated it just right I wouldn’t have been able to see it. 

Ruhn approaches the bike and starts the engine, every movement is like second nature to him. He takes the helmet off the seat and goes to put it on himself but then stops, turns to me, and punks it down on my head. The darkness of the visor mixed with the late hour making it impossible to see. I huff and flip it up, giving him a pointed glare. 

“I don’t have both helmets so this will have to do,” he says studying the way it fits me a little big. 

Tattooed fingers brush under my chin, tilting it up so he can buckle the strap for me. I would protest and say I’m capable of doing it myself but in my drunken state I’m not so sure. When he clips the buckle it pinches my skin for a moment and I yip.

“Ouch you pinched me!” I yelp smacking him in the arm. 

“Well if you stopped squirming I wouldn’t have pinched you,” he smirks, throwing his leg over the bike. “Now swing your leg over the bike and put your feet on these pegs,” he instructs me. 

I do as I’m told, using his broad shoulders as support as standing on one leg, drunk, in stilettos was never a good idea. Once I’m seated I keep my hands on his shoulders lightly and my bum on the edge of the seat, putting as much distance away from each other as possible. 

“You gotta hold on or you’ll fall off sweetheart,” he laughs, somehow finding humor in the precarious situation we’re in. 

“Yeah fucking right, like I’m going to wrap my arms around you like a little lovesick puppy,” I huff. “Just drive.” 

He shakes his head and revs the engine making the bike jerk forward. The momentum has my bum moving further into the seat and my arms instinctively wrapping around his middle, like I was afraid to fall off.

“There we go much better,” he smirks before revving the engine a couple of times. “Hold on tight princess.” 

I’m not given another warning before he speeds out onto the streets. Thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars and people out this late at night, but it doesn’t stop the crown prince from weaving around traffic that is there. He goes so fast I feel compelled to hold onto him with a deathgrip. 

By the time we pull up to my apartment my stomach is queasy. I swing my leg off the bike and nearly fall over until Ruhn catches my arms and hauls me up. 

“Woah there princess, maybe we better keep the helmet on, you’re a walking liability.” he laughs clearly enjoying seeing me in a vulnerable moment. 

“Take it off,” I grumble as I stand up straight again. 

He repeats the motion from earlier, tilting up my chin to help me take the damned thing off instead this time he ruffles my hair when he’s done. 

“You did pretty good for your first time as a backpack,” he smirks as I glare at him. 

I go to walk up my front steps and slip on my damned heels again, the ones that were definitely going to the back of the closet after this outing. Arm wraps under my shoulders and I feel Ruhn helping me up the steps to my second floor apartment. 

“You don’t have to do that, I can make it,” I grumble. 

“Trying to stay in Bryce’s good graces remember,” he says as I fumble with my keys.

My apartment wasn’t the nicest. It wasn’t a dump by any means, I did my best to keep it homey and clean, but it also wasn’t as nice as Bryce’s. Well I suppose Bryce and Hunt’s apartment now. God she was definitely having a better night than me. 

I walk inside and go to close the door but that damned tattooed hand stops me. 

“Not going to invite me in? That’s not very friendly,” Ruhn tuts walking right past me.

I scoff at him, walking in like he owns the place. Part of me wants to drag him out by his ear, but the logical part of me bends over to get myself out of these death trap shoes. I throw them across the room as punishment for their crimes tonight. 

When I walk further into my apartment I find Ruhn has completely made himself at home by grabbing a beer out of my refrigerator and cracking it open. 

“Are you serious?” I scoff walking to the sink across from him and getting myself a glass of water. 

“Consider it payment for the free ride home, I’ll take my thanks at any time you know?” he says smugly, taking another sip.

“Thank you for the ride,” I sigh. “Now will you please go?” 

He furrows his brows, “And waste a freshly opened beer? I don’t think so.” he says. 

I lean against the counter adjacent to him and sip my water. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the male. This was just like Ruhn, finding simple ways to get under my skin. I hated the fact that I liked the way he looked in my kitchen, black t-shirt in jeans, hair tied to the nape of his neck. 

Ruhn’s eyes flicker with amusement and then he chuckles, “I really do get under that delicate skin of yours don’t I princess?” he croons. 

“I told you. Don’t. Call. Me. Princess.” I snap at him, oh god if looks could kill. 

He pushes himself off  the counter, “Then stop fucking acting like one,”  he says low prowling forward with every step. 

The closer he gets the taller he looms. I know this little scare tactic, him trying to invade my space and make me feel small. It’s not like I have much of a choice either, not with the way my back is pressed into the counter. 

I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the expensive cologne pouring off him but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that is so damn arousing. A fucked up part of me wanted him to stick his tongue down my throat but I quickly threw that thought away. 

He was mere inches away from me when I started to think he would do just that. My pulse raced and my thighs clenched. But when his arm reached up brushing the shell of my ear it just kept reaching until it came to the top shelf of my cabinets and plucked the bag of chips off the shelf. 

My shoulders sag as I realize he was just reaching for a snack to go with his beer, and I mentally cursed myself for hoping it would be more. 

He chuckles, opening the bag of chips and popping one into his mouth, not moving from where he stood just inches away from me. He clearly was loving this little power trip he was on. 

“You look disappointed, princess,” he chuckles, fishing another chip from the bag. 

I roll my eyes and look to the side, unable to meet the predatory gaze that almost had me throwing my moral code out the window just minutes ago. 

His hand drifts under my chin pulling my gaze to his as he takes a step forward again. 

“Did you think I was going to kiss you?” he asks low, his thumb and forefinger pinching my chin so I can’t look away. 

I swallow the lump in my throat. My logic screams to shove him, my alcohol induced brain says to kiss him and my mouth can’t find the words to speak. 

Ruhn smiles, lowering his head to me, “Maybe I should kiss you, it would be good to shut you up,” he laughs, voice gravely. 

His lips are so close to mine I can feel the warmth of his breath, I swear the cool metal of that damn lip ring brushes my mouth. My body leans forward of its own accord but then he reaches his other hand up and pops another chip in his mouth thoroughly running the moment.

“No I don’t think I will kiss you, even though it’s clear that you want me to,” he smiles, that damn knee wobbling smile he gives every woman to bring them to their knees. 

I stand in a state of shock as he back up to his side of the kitchen again, he plucks his keys off the counter and twirls them in his hand as he walks towards the front door. 

“Have a good night, princess,” he says on the way out, putting an emphasis on the name that drives me crazy. 

I’m left standing alone in my kitchen, glass of water long since forgotten and mouth agape. Ruhn Danaan almost just kissed me, and the fucked up part of it was I wanted him to.

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[maybeiwasjustjade]

My favorite running theory on Nesta’s endgame (plot-wise, not romantically; though if you asked me, she’ll forever deserve better than the bat dog) is that when she went into the Cauldron, she unwittingly came out as the High Lady of Dusk aka Theia’s true heir. Nesta’s stolen power made her immensely powerful, even more so than a High Lord. With it gone, and the Mother’s interference, I think whatever’s left is just the Dusk Lady’s magic.

Something I’ve seen often brought up is Nesta’s magic manifesting as cold silver flames. Which, anyone who has read ToG knows is very similar to Aelin’s description of Deanna’s moonfire. Coupled with Bryce’s own starborn powers manifesting as white/silver light, it’s not out of the realm of possibilities that Nesta’s magic is Dusk’s trueform.

“The age of the starborn is over on Midgard.” That’s what Bryce told Nesta when she handed over Gwydion to Nesta, and told her to figure out what her tattoo meant. Between the eight-pointed star tattoo and her connection to the Prison Island…all of it points towards the still-missing Dusk Court. And we know that Theia’s bloodline favored the females instead of the males (which is why I heavily doubt that Rhysand is the heir to dusk as many (IC stans) believe).

Then there’s also the theory that Nesta actually is a witch from her nameless mother’s bloodline. In ToG, the witches were a matrilineal kingdom so it actually fits alongside the theory about Dusk. And since it’s mostly been accepted that ToG existed long before Prythian, my theory is that the Prythian witches descended from the Crochan-Ironteeth some thousand years ago. But that may just be wishful thinking lmao.

My favorite theory though? That based on the location of each court on the map, and dusk coming before night in the solar cycle, so chances are Dusk and Night’s actual locations reflect Summer and Autumn aka split down the middle. The Prison Island sits on the western edge of Night. I don’t believe that Dusk was just that tiny island—if it was, they wouldn’t have made it a point to mention that Rhysand may be descended from Theia. No, I think Dusk was integrated into Night territory, and the island turned into a prison.

But if the location is right, and Dusk holds the entire western bank? Then it includes Velaris, too. The look on the Inner Circle’s faces (sans Azriel I think, who’s probably also Dusk-born) when they find out that Velaris by rights now belong to Nesta (as HL) would be absolutely hilarious. Rhysand might actually die from an aneurysm. Do I think she’ll take it from him? Probably not, but she sure as hell gonna be goddamn petty about it.

[theoddest1]

Okay, this song was pretty good, but something that bothered me and some friends was how PARANOiD DJ not only wasn't shown alongside Viv at the start of the credits (cause you know....they wrote the song that makes up 90% of the video) but was shoved ALL THE WAY near the end of the credits while Bryce gets credited TWICE for the same thing. Oh, she also doesn't link their channel in the description. Only her stuff and puts a very, immature "WARNING FOR: No swears! Gasp!" Which is an immature jab at people criticizing her garbage humor. So, no thank you in the description, like she did Silva Hound

No link in the description like she did with Silva Hound. Nope...nothing.

With her history and her pettiness/childish behavior overtaking rational thought and morality, it's no surprise that she would act this way. Hopefully, she actually LINKS DJ's channel rather than make a stupid ass reply to the justified dislike for her trashy ass humor.

Also, regarding the song, it's visually outstanding and beautiful, eye candy, and song itself is pretty good! Sucks that the context of the show ruins it and how bad the romance is, how bad the 2 characters are, how boring the progression of it all was. This song should have been done in the episode where Stolas sang about Blitz in S2 when Blitz was rightfully angry at Stolas for simply using him as an "Impish little plaything" but NOPE, we get it way after around the time where Stolas has kinda grown irrelevant in the story. Damn dude, can someone else just direct this show and take it away from Viv, she sucks ass at story telling.

[acourtofthought]

Just to address a few things first -

I love Feysand together and I don't hold their (Rhys's) past mistakes against them.

The way Tamlin spoke to Feyre at the High Lords meeting was petty and childish.

But for those who claim Lucien's actions with Hybern are unforgiveable and therefore will forever make it impossible for Elain to forgive him in order to accept their bond, I think we should compare two scenarios:

Rhys admits that he forced Feyre into their bargain as a way to defy Amarantha, a way to get back at Tamlin, and yes, a way to keep Feyre alive. Feyre acknowledges that she was a pawn in his schemes yet still fell in love with him.

Versus:

Lucien had no idea the sisters would be brought into things, that was all Ianthe.

He tells both Feyre and Elain that what happened was a mistake, that the sisters being brought in and how things went down was not their plan. One of Lucien's main goals was to try and save Feyre.

Rhys, in comparison, admits that it was his plan to use Feyre as a pawn to serve his purpose. There were aspects that benefitted her but most of it was for himself and his people.

Tamlin and Lucien believed Feyre was being brain washed and tortured, something she let Lucien continue believing when he found her in the woods, when she felt it was more important to protect the secret of who Rhys was under his mask. So they worked with Hybern in exactly the same way Rhys worked with Amarantha, with the end goal of protecting Feyre and helping their people:

The differences in these scenarios are:

Lucien and Tamlin never used Feyre or her sisters as a pawn versus Rhys who actively used Feyre as one. For good reasons yes but it doesn't change the facts.

There was no "Ianthe" in Rhys's situation. Rhys, as High Lord, made the decisions on his own and did not risk betrayal by sharing his schemes with others. He clearly made the smarter play compared to Tamlin who trusted Ianthe but.....

Lucien never liked Ianthe. Never really trusted her, never wanted her around. Just as Cassian, Az, etc. followed their HLs orders to hide Feyre's pregnancy, just as Amren and Mor chose to keep the mating bond a secret from Feyre, just as the IC all hid the information about Nesta's made weapons from her, those under a HL are subject to following the orders of said HL. It didn't matter if Lucien agreed with Tamlin about Hybern, about Ianthe, he had no power to challenge him. In the end, the decision to do what they did was not his call.

I think everyone in this fandom knows that the events of Hybern would truly not stand in the way of an Elucien endgame.

When Rhys used Feyre as a pawn on multiple occasions.

When Cassian told Nesta that everyone hated her and initially hid the knowledge of the swords from her.

When Bryce initially thought Hunt betrayed her in CC1.

When Rowan punched Aelin in the face and told her the world would have been better had she died as a child.

When Feyre fell in love with Tamlin even after he kidnapped her.

When Ruhn fell in love with Lidia despite the sins she committed for the Asteri.

I think everyone knows Elain's current behavior towards Lucien is not preventing an Elucien endgame.

Not when Nesta told Cassian she wanted nothing to do with him and slept with other males.

Not when Feyre was initially afraid of Rhys, said the night she kissed Tamlin was the happiest of her life, admits she wanted Rhys even UTM yet still accepted Tamlin's proposal.

Not when Yrene thought Chaol was to blame (by association) for the death of her family.

Not when you consider what Elide believed about Lorcans loyalty to Maeve.

Not when Aedion found out about Lysandra and Aelin's plot to deceive him in marriage and children.

Given the history of SJMs writing, there is nothing preventing an Elucien endgame aside from Elain's reticence over the bond and when an author like Diana Gabaldon turned an unwanted arranged marriage (for Claire) into a love story that has one of SJMs favorite male love interests, I think Elucien is going to be just fine.

[certifieddorianandcassiansimp]

Bryce Quinlan

okay. I don’t think I’ve expressed my dislike for the main female of Crescent City enough. Here are my reasons and a little bit of ranting and comparisons.

Bryce Quinlan is SPOILED. She always gets what she wants for the consequences be damned.

Bryce refused Connor for so long only to promise a date THE DAY she breaks up with her boyfriend and he dies.

She acts like Danika couldn’t have kept anything from her and continues to be hurt over it when she was a rebel. Danika had the right to keep things and didn’t do anything wrong.

She ignores everything, not just advice, but common sense. In HOEAB, she basically doesn’t listen to anyone who says anything to her, she also doesn’t shy away from literal demons trying to kill her. (This is a common case of MCS but still.)

she’s a terrible mate. This is shown mostly in HOFAS when she dismisses Hunt over and over again, when his fears are very much valid.

she doesn’t take responsibility. Bryce Quinlan murdered two Fae kings and basically said that she didn’t want the kingdoms and all fae should suffer except her small group of people because of her father. That’s petty.

She doesn’t have a sense of urgency, she turns everything into a joke. And yes I know humor is a coping mechanism but you’re seriously going to stand there and joke about dying to your mate? After treating him like shit, and saying you’d come back to him when you knew you were going to sacrifice yourself, that’s not okay. And yes I know that Rhys basically did the same thing, but he never made such promises.

She is too stubborn to talk about her feelings with her own mate. Her mate begs for communication when she doesn’t give it and expects Hunt to repress his feelings as well. That’s just toxic.

She practically orders the queen of the underworld to make an antidote for a problem that’s been here for about 15,000 years in about an hour. That’s just not realistic.

Those are some reasons in general, but now I’m going to ramble about the first half of HOFAS when she was with Nesta and Azriel.

10. Bryce KNEW she was leading a deadly creature to strangers who were allowing her to live and explore as she pleased. I can’t fathom how angry this made me reading it, not just for the beloved ACOTAR characters having to do it, but it’s just unkind to your very kind captives.

11. Bryce listened to the story of Silene (I think that’s her name) with Azriel and Nesta beside her, and still didn’t trust them. 12. Bryce joked around with them, trying to understand them, but kept herself guarded, while yes, knowing your enemy is a great survival tactic, you could tell they didn’t think of her as a threat. 13. Bryce Adeline Quinlan awakened an Asteri in Prythian (or the prison, idk it’s been a while since ACOTAR.) and she didn’t even know how to kill it. In fact, she couldn’t kill it. Nesta, her badass self, slayed the crowd and the asteri. (not a complaint but I have to add the part where Az legit says ‘stick em with the pokey end!’ Love that part.)

14. After (not) defeating the asteri, she STEALS Azriel’s dagger and LEAVES. One, she stole from shadow baby and that’s never okay, two, she didn’t have plans to return it, and three, she didn’t even know how to wield it.

I also feel like Bryce should have to give something that’s a part of her up. In Feyre’s case, she gave up being human. In Aelin’s case, she gave up 90% (if not more) of her power. But then you have Bryce Quinlan. Around 24 years old, all three parents alive (until book three), and has nothing sacrificed. She should be shot down.

Okay I think I’m done now. But I have to say that after all of this I’d like to point out that I love the Maasverse and Crescent City, but I personally think it would be best without Bryce Quinlan as the main character. Thank you for coming to my Blab-Tok, goodbye.

[theviridianbunny]

Been trying to gather thoughts on Edith and Bryce's relationship so have some bullet points

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• They bicker a lot over petty things like who's turn it is to do the washing up. These little arguments never go anywhere and are resolved as fast as they happen.

• They spend some of their down time just sitting together reading. Especially during the colder months - just picture the pair of them on a sofa with a blanket - snuggled close. Sometimes one will read to the other.

• Bryce enjoys cooking breakfast for Edith. He knows exactly how she likes her eggs [scrambled with white pepper] and how much creamer to put in her coffee.

• Edith first realised she had feelings [in the most aroace way] for Bryce after about a year of them working together- it was a very slow realisation [she then had to work through 50 layers of denial... not a girlboss moment there !!!].

• Bryce lets Edith choose his suit tie every now and then. She always chooses ones that bring out his eyes.

[shadowsingerswife]

OK. HOFAS thoughts...Bryce Quinlan was

Obnoxious

Selfish

Insensitive

Exceptionally irritating

It felt like all her growth during HOSAB was thrown out the window and she was back to the petty and childish Bryce from HOEAB.

[casuallivi]

Danika and Bryce should have been mates.

Throne of glass is meh

Lucian is way more interesting than Tamlin >>>>>

I loved Amaranta's character.

I could not with acotar Feyre! Bitch, you were starving, risking your life in the woods, getting bad dick, and now you get to sit home painting, eating good food all day, with a spring flowery dick dying to please you, Dafuq are you complaining about!?!?!?! Stfu.

I don't like feysand first kiss and the whole "drink this wine every night and know nothing about what I'm doing to you, get used to being left in your cell wondering if I abused you or not" it takes two seconds to write "someone's coming" before that kiss. I know he was villain oriented, but could have been done better.

I dislike that throne scene in acomaf with fiery passion. Rhys had just gotten free from a 50 year rapey contract with Amaranta, and Feyre was dealing with all the trauma from love and death, and you have that thing in the throne because she was sitting on his lap... again, could have been done better, later, don't like how it came out at all. If you want to give everyone trauma, learn your triggers, learn how traumatized people react.

I felt nothing when Rhys died, it was obvious she didn't have the guts to do it.

I love how Jurian is this human little shit. That scene with him taunting Lucy saying Elain fucked half the Illyrian army? My. Freaking. Jam.

The moment sjm turned Nesta and Elain I was like "she's gonna pair them with his brother," couldn't care less about them at that point, but I had a good laugh thinking about how she was gonna pull that off (and look at me now, Lainey obsessed 4eva, let me put my clown nose 🤡)

Nessian and Elriel have the best development in acowar! The romance building is impeccable! You can see how different the dynamics are, what kind of couple they will be, is chief's kiss 💋

I loved Nesta self loathing journey in acosf, her depression, anxiety, trauma, I could feel it deep in my bones, but the book lacks better plot. I don't like the Valkyries thing. If they had a fellow Valkyrie very injured, or old, that somehow survived to pass the tradition down it would have been one thing, but the way they "revived" the legion was not it. I'd rather Emerie teaching them illegal Illyrian technics that she picked up in secret, since girls are unwelcomed. Or if she mixed it up with the knowledge they've read about.... I don't know, it lacks.

I hate how Cass was reduced to an Illyrian dildo. My bat boy has nothing! He gravitates around Nesta the entire book, and I absolutely HATE how Rhys threatened to kill Ness and he did nothing!!!!!! He cowered!!!!! Hide her!!!!! I cannot! Cass could have been explored as a general, making changes about the stupid blood rite, because is very stupid to kill your army! The army you spent resources in training! "Oh, but only the best survive," yeah, but numbers count in war!!!! Do you think is better to have 20 lethal illyrians, or 200 illyrians where 20 are lethal and the rest ARE STILL ILLYRIANS! WITH ILLYRIAN TRAINING! it's stupid.

I want my acomaf feysand back! My homegirl Feyre deserves her peace and family after everything she did to get here, but turning meek is not her thing! Feyre has a soul of fire.

The pregnancy plot was poooooor, so poor.

The "mother changing anatomy through Ness" plot was infuriating.

I cannot believe Ness lost her power without we even figuring out what the fuck she did!!!!!!! It's like Mor, wtf is power of Truth? All these years and you can't come up with an explanation? Yikes 😬

I wanted Az to have a normal size 🍆 😢 (also, maybe, enjoying soft vanilla would fit him better, bat boy has to be in control 24/7, stressful as fuck, he strikes me as someone who need to let go in bed, be less dominant, maybe dominate? Dunno, but definitely more on the vanilla side)

i feel like stirring the pot so….

SEND IN YOUR UNPOPULAR SJM OPINIONS THAT’LL HAVE YOU LIKE THIS

[elains]

This was something I was talking with da friends™️ on discord, but it's something I kinda want to post here to.

I have always had issues with most Sarah J. Maas protagonists. Aelin post HoF and especially after EoS was insufferable for me; I grew disappointed in Feyre post ACOMAF, in part because how centered Rhysand is in her narrative. Which... Has only grown worse with ACOSF and HOFAS. Feyre deserves better.

Mind, my problem in part comes from the framing of the narrative and the ridiculous amount of protagonist centered morality present.

Bryce is one of the most egregious cases. All through the book, I'm supposed to think she's smart, brilliant, a force who can do everything — a party girl, but more. The thing is... it doesn't land. She comes off a spoiled, petty, arrogant brat who is entitled and rude to everyone, yet still somehow would be a great Queen. Are you for real?

It's so cringe. She doesn't read like a mature adult, but rather a rebellious teen with a bone to pick with the entire world. Her character development is a MESS. Oh, so now that the Asteri are revealed to be parasites and leeching off everyone... you care? They must be taken down now that it concerns her?

I have no problem with nominal heroes, morally grey characters and villain protagonists when they're portrayed by such. Bryce is, however, touted as a hero and savior of all, including the Humans who... are there, I suppose. You forget Bryce is demifae because it matters SHIT to her character.

And the thing is that Sarah's handling of her protagonist has only gotten worse through time. The books are less tightly edited now than they were before, so it's bound to get more noticeable with thr MCs. The side characters are given more room to breath and are, therefore, more complex and hell, consistent. As a certain book hoarder astrological friend said, the plot armor is less impervious.

Take Tharion, for instance. Yes, I know plenty dislike him, but his character is surprisingly consistent and his progression makes sense. His flaws keep returning to bite him in the ass and that's nice. Nesta too: the fact that she didn't start off as a protagonist has made her so much more interesting to me, and I fear what's to come.

[aho-dapa]

I'm kinda being petty to be petty, but why is sjm incapable of having her protagonists be wrong, it's literally so boring???

I was hoping to get more understanding on what happened between Bryce and Ruhn but it's just because he was being an asshole to her???

Like, I'm sorry but that's so boring. Do something else, have Bryce and Ruhn both be wrong and right, and then reveal it through both characters.

Have Bryce actually be a shitty teenager after she gets abandoned by her father (again), have Ruhn do something worse than a typical fight between siblings, have him actually want to prove himself as Starborn and it costs him Bryce (that way it makes sense why he loses his interest in it)?????

Also, why is Ruhn completely clueless about Bryce not dancing anymore??? It should be so obvious considering the timeline???

Basically, why is sjm so boring?

[lala-writes-fetish]

uh oh I forgot ~I m really a dumb sub lol~

so here is the list (not really request just suggestions, I think others will agree)

Adele exarchopoulos

aimee Garcia

Alison brie

Amanda cerny

~amber heard~

Amy Adams

anna Kendrick

anne Hathaway

anya Taylor joy

April bowlby

ariana grande

aubrey plaza

bella Thorne

~belle delphine~

billie eillish

billie piper

Brianna Hildebrand

brie larson

Bryce Dallas Howard

cailee spaeny

camilla mendes

Candice Patton

caylee Cowan

~Cheryl hines~

Christina Hendricks

chyler Leigh

Claudia Jessie

daisy ridley

Dakota Johnson

demi Lovato

Diane Guerrero

dua lipa

Elena kampouris

Elizabeth Banks

-debicki

-olsen

Ellie Kemper

Emily blunt

emma myers

-Roberts

-stone

felicity Jones

florence Pugh

~gal gadot~

Gemma chan

Gwendoline christie

Gwyneth Paltrow

hailee Steinfeld

Hayden pannetiere

haylee

Hayley Atwell

isis hainsworth

jameela Jamil

jane Douglas

jenna coleman

jenifer connelly

-Coolidge

-garner

-Lawrence

-stone

Jessica Chastain

-Henwick

jodie Whitaker

Justina valentine

karen gillan

kat dennings

Katelyn ohashi

Kathryn hahn

-Newton

Katy perry

Kirsten Dunst

Kristen schaal

-stewart

krysten ritter

lacey chabert

lana del Rey

Lauren Mayberry

~lily collins~

lily James

Lindsey Shaw

lizzy Caplan

Lucy hale

madelaine petsch

Madison Pettis

maisie Williams

margot robbie

~mariah carey~

marisa Tomei

~Martina big~

Mary elisabeth Winstead

maya Hawke

megan thee stallion

Melissa benoist

-Rauch

Milana vayntrub

milly Alcock

... and that s just up to the m 😅😔

Wow, now that's a list!

Sorry for replying so late and thank you for the effort of putting this together. We'll screen the celebs on here and check out if there is enough good and inspiring material of them in order to make some captions. Safe to say that we won't get around to include ALL of them, obviously.

Question: What is the turn-on for you guys about dominant celebrity women and their feet? Is it the thought of them "enslaving" you? Or do you just like the look of the celeb-woman and imagine yourself with a "version" of her in your life? :)

[whumpshaped]

Capernoited for Poisoned Ivy

once again, this has been sitting in my drafts half-written for all of eternity. enjoy

poisoned ivy masterlist

Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.

tw forced to drink, blackmail, bullying, threat of violence, being taken advantage of (nonsexual), nonsexual nudity

"No, no, Bryce, please, I don't want to, I've never been–"

"There's a first time for everything, stop whining. It'll be fun."

"I don't want to have fun!" Nate was on the verge of tears, desperately trying to pull his hand out of Bryce's grasp. But he was bigger, and stronger, and even if he wasn't... he had the pictures. "Please, I'm scared. I'm scared, okay? I, I don't want to be ridiculed, and– and–"

"No one's gonna bully you, jeez." Bryce looked at him like he was some sort of idiot. As if he'd never been bullied in his entire life, as if Bryce wasnt the one bullying him. "Relax for once in your life."

"Can I go home early? Please?"

"Not before you've had a drink. Hell, I bet you'll want to stay after that. Maybe you'll even be a little less insufferable. Maybe you'll make friends!"

"Why would you even want me to make friends?"

Bryce stopped for a moment, considering him. Nate felt incredibly stupid. He shouldn't have asked that. Yeah, sure, maybe it'd make Bryce realise that it was actually in his best interest not to drag him anywhere public, but at the same time, he kind of liked the promise of friends. He wanted friends. Would alcohol really make him easier to get along with?

"I just want to," he settled on, and Nate couldn't decide on an appropriate reaction to that. "Come on, I can see that you're starting to like the idea too."

Nate didn't have a choice as he was dragged inside and immediately directed towards the table with all the drinks. Fuck, he kind of wished Bryce would stay with him. Maybe to supervise? Or maybe because he was the only one he actually knew? But he suppressed the urge to grab onto his shirt sleeve like some kid, and actually walked over to that damn table on his own.

He could do this.

Bryce said alcohol would make him tolerable.

He eyed the liquids warily, trying to guess which one would be the least horrendous. Maybe the wine? There was a lot of wine.

Before he could finalise his decision, someone bumped into him, making him yelp in surprise. As he turned to look at the intruder, he had the distinct feeling that he knew her from somewhere, but he couldn't think straight with the loud music and the stress of being in such a crowded space.

"Nate?" Great. She knew who he was. He should've definitely remembered her name too. And why did she seem so delighted? "Nate! I didn't peg you as a partygoer!"

"That's probably because I'm not," he said awkwardly, earning a sincere laugh. She was definitely drunk.

"You are, you are! You're here, aren't you?" She didn't give any indication of noticing his discomfort, or even his confusion at her person, because she just went on babbling. "First drink of the night? I definitely recommend that one. It's like, it's pretty tasty, but it also hits you well. Here, let me–"

"I'll do it," he said hastily, taking the bottle from her hand. He didn't want to see her attempt to pour drinks in this state.

"Ah, then pour me another one too?" She held out her little plastic cup before Nate was even done pouring for himself.

"Maybe you shouldn't–"

"Just one more, Nate. It's Friday. Relax."

If anyone said that word again, Nate was sure he'd lose it.

He hesitantly poured her some, and then some more when she expressed her discontent with the previous, safe amount. But other than that... she was very friendly. In fact, her rambles were incredibly endearing, and Nate found himself getting caught up in some petty drama he'd never even heard of before. He recognised the names, mostly, but he had no idea about any of the gossip.

Halfway through he realised that the girl was Ashley, one of Cindy's countless friends. He must've seen her a couple times around the frat house. Or maybe on campus? Bryce hung around his girlfriend's friend group almost as much as his own, and the two overlapped quite a bit as well.

The discovery honestly didn't make him very happy. The last time he'd interacted with anyone from that clique, he'd gotten himself into a blackmail situation. And he was even drinking now.

But Ashley was so nice to him. Bryce was right about the alcohol, it really did help him relax. Around the third cup, he found he could laugh along with her easily. He kind of felt like a regular guy, almost like he belonged.

And then Ashley was whisked away by two other guys, one of which Nate assumed was her boyfriend. "What are you thinking? With Nate?"

"Oh my god, why are you saying it like that? We were just talking!"

"It sure seemed like you were having an awfully good time."

"You're such a dick, Theo. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid, possessive attitude. Cheating on you has never even crossed my fucking mind, let alone with Nate, but now I'm starting to see the appeal."

The words processed in his brain slower than usual. At first, he felt the fear of what these other guys would do to him. Then it was pain, from Ashley having mentioned his name in a tone that made him feel like a piece of garbage. Someone utterly undesirable and unwanted. And then it was terror when the guy — Theo? — turned to actually look at him.

"Oh yeah? You see the appeal?" he repeated back, staring Nate down while saying it. Personally, Nate felt like he was about to faint.

"I– I am so sorry," he stammered. He quickly put his cup back on the table and backed up, bumping into someone else. He whipped around to see the damage, and he saw Bryce with a growing puddle of alcohol on his shirt from where he'd made him spill his drink.

"Well, that's nice," he sighed.

"I'm sorry!" Nate said, even more desperate. "I'm sorry, please, I need to go home, I'm sorry–"

"What's going on?"

"Theo is being a fucking asshole, that's what," Ashley chimed in. "I can't talk to a single person on campus without being accused of something."

"Woah, wait, he thinks you're about to cheat on him? With–" Bryce nodded towards Nate, who was basically cowering behind him at this point.

"He was all over her!" Theo yelled back over the music, and Ashley buried her face in her hands.

"No, he wasn't! I was laughing, and I lost my balance, and I had to grab onto something! And I grabbed onto him! And he grabbed onto me to help me not fall on my ass!"

"You have some serious issues to work on," Bryce said with a laugh. "And I need to go change my shirt and bring this poor guy back to the dorm."

Nate couldn't have been happier to hear that.

-

"So, you've made some friends, huh?"

"She was nice to me," Nate sobbed, shamelessly leaning against Bryce as he tried to stumble back to his room. "I don't understand what I did wrong. I thought it was going well. I just wanted to– to not be alone for once..."

"Poor thing." He opened the door to Nate's room with his own key, since he had made a copy of it a while back, and ushered him inside. "It'd be better to forget the whole night, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah... I just– I just want to go to sleep, please..."

"I bet you do. I'll help you get into bed."

Undressing a drunk Nate was surprisingly easy. It seemed like all his reservations were gone, and he had no problem letting Bryce handle him like a little doll. As he flopped down onto his bed, he didn't even seem to notice Bryce taking out his phone.

"Thank you for helping me," he slurred, just as Bryce was about to snap a picture for his 'blackmail material' folder.

"Aw..." He lowered his phone a little, momentarily charmed by the vulnerable display. "You're welcome, Nate."

"I've never been to a party, you know," he went on. "I've... I've been invited. I've always thought it was a joke..."

"And now look at you! You've impressed Ashley to the point that Theo thought you were stealing his girlfriend."

Nate groaned, making Bryce chuckle. "As if– as if any girl would even look at me. It's so stupid. It's not like I'm you." He closed his eyes, and Bryce raised his phone again with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Oh, don't be like that." He snapped a couple photos, nice and clear. "I'm sure you'll find someone lovely for yourself eventually."

~

taglist: @whumpsday @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland

[youcouldmakealife]

Can you spoil what the theme of IJ(aoe)’s last arc is (I say last like Bryce isn’t steering the wheels of this crazy ride)?

Seems like the sub theme so far is: J&BJ get ragged on lovingly by their team for their mushiness.

Exposure, for the last one! With a distinct thread of pettiness and teasing (the blanket fight between Jared and Julius is, after all, what eventually lead to Julius accidentally outing Bryce and Jared). Because Bryce finally gets to Be Himself, but, well, so do all the hobgoblins. And the being seen and acknowledged that comes with that.

I'm going to be starting up the Liveblogging the End again from where I paused when I realised just how much was still left, and I have a Lot of thoughts about theme and tropes and the fact Jared Matheson is a Gary Stu (except he isn't, he's the 'perfect, out of my league' love interest character trope except Bryce isn't telling the story, he is), so they'll all come bubbling to the surface soon, but, yeah, Being Seen would be the last arc's uniting feature, for sure.

[acourtofthought]

Hate Anon received with HOFAS Spoilers:

Writing "by herself" rather than by "herself" or "Nesta herself" because herself was the main word I wanted to focus on doesn't weaken my credibility as a theorist.

It's called typing a post on my phone at 11:30 pm after a long day and simply making a minor error that does not actually change the point I was making in any way shape or form or the fact that an occasional mistake doesn't define me as credible or not based on the thousands of posts I've done.

"We defeated Hybern" "Nesta beheaded the King of Hybern herself".

Who was the one who actually stopped the King?

You're right. Azriel is intimating Nesta deserves respect for her bravery while giving no credit to the person who actually played the biggest role in defeating the King. "We defeated Hybern. Nesta beheaded the King herself".

When Az treats Nesta with so much more respect as an individual than he treats Elain, it's no wonder SJM imagined the threesome scene with Az, Cassian and Nesta.

You have to know how easy it would have been for Az to say, "Nesta and her other sister stopped the King of Hybern". He looked at his fucking dagger then went on to talk about Nesta.

The entire narrative in ACOWAR, ACOFAS and SF is SJM being very selective with the people that give Elain appropriate credit for what she did and what she's capable of. SJM had Az ignore Elain's part just as he did repeatedly in the ACOTAR series yet you claim I can't see things clearly? You HAVE to know that him saying "Nesta beheaded the King herself" makes it sound like she was the one to stop him when we know Nesta didn't stop him at all. She could have break-danced over to him with her eyes closed and she could have still beheaded him because ELAIN is the one who actually stopped him.

The female you're claiming he'll risk the safety of the courts for with his "forbidden love", he just forgets to mention how Nesta wouldn't be alive if it weren't for her, but instead gives a collective "we" credit for his defeat.

You KNOW SJM has the endgame MMC give the FMC credit for her bravery even if that female is not on page. You're willfully being ignorant if you think it's not a big deal that if E/riel was endgame, SJM would have made sure Az gave her credit for her part in the war, he wouldn't have been able to help himself because he was so proud of her bravey.

I truly wish you could see how petty you've become due to your sinking ship.

Calling me an uncredible theorist while applauding your fellow E/riels theories who try to twist and spin the most obvious messages that SJM is telling us? Who claim "all their theories came true" in CC3 when Elain wasn't even page and their theories revolved around Elain helping Bryce or Elain living with Az in the townhouse (proof that your Bread and Roses was false?) I'd almost feel bad for how hard you're all trying to convince yourselves and the disappointment you're going to feel if you weren't just so nasty about it.