#c: thorn

[the-eldest-carnelion]

Adonis looked up from his book at the newfound company he had underneath the tree. "Do you always talk to yourself?"

Oh no...

"I am lost. Very lost indeed." He sighed, finding a tree to plop down in front of.

[deimcs]

Assan! You know it's not feeding time yet! I think he disagrees. See you later.

[chaoticcomposition]

continuing to work through wips, happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[dearest-darling-nat]

"I suppose the youngest do tend to be favored in such ways, don't they?"

"Oh I never have to assist in the hosting. I'm the baby. I get to do whatever I want."

[gamingscreenshotsdump]

oh 👁️👄👁️

[dreamsuvivor]

Can somebody explain to me like I’m 5 why tf didn’t Feyre at least try to shapeshift into her Illyrian form when she was literally on death’s doorstep during labour?

We get that vague explanation at the beginning of the book about the shapeshifting and using of magic possibly not being good for the baby. But when both her and Rhys are about to die, shouldn’t you at least try it? What is the worst that can happen? they’ll die? well they are about to anyway, so why not try it, at least?

And also side note: How did Cassian survived getting gutted, but fae women die during c-sections?!

[redheadspark]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open so I have one if you are up for it: Rhysand x reader while she in on her period, with pains and cramps while Rhys is being very gentle and comforting. She tries to hide it at first and deal with it herself, but of course he knows and wants to help.

A/N - This is beyond sweet for The High Lord of Night Court! I hope you like it!

Gentle

Summary - Rhysand knows how to help his mate when she's hurting.

Warnings - Fluff (Mentions of cramps and menstrual cycle so be aware!)

“Darling, I brought you some tea,”

“I don’t think I can drink that right now, Rhys,”

“Madja recommended it,”

You perked up from the spot on the bed where to were curled up in a ball, your lower stomach was in bad enough pain you felt like moving would make it worse.  But your mate, High Lord Rhsyand, stood at the opening of your master bedroom with a look like a wounded puppy and a massive tea cup filled with piping hot tea.  Steam evaporated in the air as it rose from the midnight blue Night Court tea cup.  He was sporting his usual black attire, already sitting in one a few meetings with some other HiIgh Lords and the Inner Circle.  

You would be at those meetings as the High Lady of Night Court, as well as the second in command at the Inner Circle.  You loved being in those meetings, helping your Court thrive and flourish as much as it could after winning the battle against Hybern.  But of course, during one of the busiest days in Velaris, your period came with no abandon.

It hurt and slammed you sideways, and you were one tough fae that did in fact go into the Battle fighting alongside Rhysand.  But for some reason, this cycle brought you to your knees and drained your energy to borderline exhaustion and weakness.  You’ve handled this before, having the right snacks and getting plenty of sleep when you needed it the most.

Rhysand most of all knew how to help you.

He had a gentle way of helping you through the pain and cramps, providing plenty of clothes and undergarments when there was a slip-up throughout the night or during one of your naps. Even providing some of the best, let alone expensive snacks, for you when your energy drops.  You felt terrible that he would help you throughout the day, he was always busy running Night Court and making sure it was secure and safe.  So for him to carve out time in his day for you, was a blessing.  Thankfully, the rest of the Inner Circle knew and understood, Mor even sent you small care packages of wine and chocolates when she knew it was going to be a rough cycle.

That morning you were attempting to get dressed and focus on the meetings lined up for the day.  Rhysand could see it on your face as you were trying to mask the pain in your lower stomach and along your backside, you grimacing from the bloating and backaches.  But you simply smiled, saying it was nothing while you were combing out your hair. He was about to question you again when another wave of pain hit you sideways, making you immediately shoot up from your chair at the vanity mirror and rush to the bathroom.  

He knew then that you were in pain and decided to help fix it.  Without you knowing, he canceled his meeting for the afternoon, letting the Inner Circle know that he was going to be busy and occupied and his meetings could be pushed to the following day. 

You finally sat all the way up in your bed, ruffling your hair as Rhysand took that as his cue to come in.  Closing the door behind him, he glided over to perch on the side of the bed to hand you the cup of tea, you feeling the warmth of the water against the porcelain cup.  You breathed in the steam, smelling the strong scent and smiling slightly.

“Madja told me it’s a good tea to drink on your cycle,” Rhysand explained sheepishly as you eyed him with a raised brow, “I…I asked her some other remedies I can do to help you,”

You took a small sip from the tea after blowing off the steam, tasting the bite of the flavor but nonetheless a delicious taste on your tongue.  You sighed in relief, the taste alone was amazing, and seeing your mate in front of you smiling in relief from seeing you happy was better too.  Taking a few more sips, it was almost like the tea itself was laced with magic and you felt some relief already seeping into your bones and along your skin. Even the cramps you had some time before were sinking away to a dull ache, no longer sharp and against your stomach line.

“This is amazing, Rhys,” You hummed at him, realizing that you drank half of the cup before you knew it.  He chuckled and took the cup from your fingers, kissing each knuckle delicately while he kept his violet eyes on you.  

“Only the best for you,” he reassured you, “And after you finish this tea, we’re going to get you into a hot shower for the cramps, and I was thinking of a nice lunch outside in the garden.  Some fresh air will help,” 

“What about your meetings?” You questioned him in worry and curiosity.  He shrugged and laced your hands together, placing the tea on the nightstand.

“I told the others I would be occupied for the day, and I will be helping you,” He reassured you soothingly as you were about to protest.  Yet he held up his hand and pressed a soothing kiss along your cheek, wrapping you in his arms and giving you a loving embrace, “You are my priority today, darling.  I don’t want to be anywhere else but with you, and those meetings were going to be mediocre at best anyway,”

You were grateful to have a mate like him, the pair of you falling in love fast and hard for one another after meeting so long ago.  All of the stories of Rhysand being aloof, cruel, and filled with evilness that you’ve heard from other Courts flew out the window from the moment he smiled at you and took his hand in yours.  He was kind to you, gentle in his nature, and insanely protective of you but not too protective to let you be independent.  He saw you were strong and intuitive, filled to the brim with love and adoration, and he swore he would never let it falter for one second.

“Now, I think we should get into that shower and get yourself feeling ten times better with some of the shower salts we have yet to use from our anniversary,” he said lightly, you looking up at him with a raised brow

“You’re joining me?” You asked sheepishly, thinking that that state you were in would not be appealing to him.  He laughed and traced your nose with his singular finger that had his wedding band on it.

“Don’t think I’m not going to lose an opportunity to bathe with my wife,” He joked, then poking your side to make you laugh before picking you up in his arms and carrying you off to the bathroom with ease.  Having the Night Court as your husband and mate had its setbacks every once in a while. But not in that moment.

Not with him loving you and making sure you felt that love deep in your bones.

The End

[percys-part-to-play]

Percy blinked in confusion at the strange fae. He’d offended him, at least judging by the impassioned response. “Erm… right. Should I leave you to it then?”

In Priam Books

“Me? No, I don’t work here. I just linger sometimes like a loving sort of nuisance. But I can point you in the direction of someone if you need help.”

[saturn00l]

[shuturmouth09]

MY Ever After High characters lgbt headcanons✨️

🏳️‍🌈 I headcanon a lot more characters as a queer but i just don't know what identification specifically, maybe i will do second part idk

🏳️‍🌈and yes ,Apple and Darling are in 1 photo bc we all think that they're couple and I can't add more than 10 photos,the same with Faybelle and Briar

[nathan-is-deadly]

Nathan was very much struggling to hold back a laugh. The little thing was so indignant all of the sudden. “Well, I can’t exactly understand having as many siblings as 12, let alone being the youngest.”

“Well… that’s a bit embarrassing for you.”

[rwby-confess]

This is to remind everyone I'm a jackass.. as per usual.

I think a lot the times when talking about Rwby ships we get a bit too heated over a topic. Take me for instance, I fucking despise white rose as a ship, and I'll admit when talking about it I tend to be rather meanspirited. Now from my perspective (I.e. someone who has seen thorns harass people who ship other Ruby and Weiss ships as well as just in general treating their ship as if it's the only one that should happen.. if we are discussing thorns trust me there are plenty of normal white rose fans.. I hope) you could theoretically justify my hatred for this ship even ignoring the fans (i.e. the ship feeling bland, contrived and predictable most of the time)

However that doesn't excuse the fact I tend to be a douche when discussing it and dismiss it a lot of times.

While the ship isn't for me that doesn't mean I get to be mean when discussing it.. and that also applies to the rest of us. A lot of the shipping part of the fandom tends to bicker over which ship should happen (i.e. Bmblb vs blacksun which is just.. so fucking annoying) which I can understand, we all wanna see our favorite ship happen.. but I think we also kinda need to just agree to disagree on which ship should happen because that's the best way to atleast ease a lot of the tension in this fandom. Because if we don't? We wind up like cannon seeker, the wasps, thorns, crusaders (toxic white knight fans) and every other bastard under the sun.

Now is this sounding preachy as fuck? Oh hell yeah! Especially since this is leaving my lips. But I do feel like someone should say this.. unfortunately it's coming from this fandom's arrogant bastard aka me.

Anyway that's all. I apologize I probably already sent this to you confess, I just want to get this outta the brainbox.

Have a good day everyone

Confession #850

[incorrectdracula2020quotes]

[knightofthenewrepublic]

[always-alwyn]

“Well… Hektor does do pies. Though they might be a bit different to what you’d expect.”

Thorn slumped more in the booth he was occupying. He made a disgruntled sound. “Where are the fruit pies? The fresh baked bread with jam? A nectar infused tea?” He pushed the menu away. Pouting all the more he glowered at the chef. “A berry fruit salad?”

[jacksdreams]

Rhysand aesthetic