#courts of Prythian

[thefatesofspring]

Thought of the day:

It literally makes no sense that The Spring Court isn’t the most wealthy court in Prythian…

Not only does the court have the most to offer in trade in terms of food, it most likely develops the majority of fabrics in Prythian, not to mention herbs for medicines etc, then there’s wood exporting & possibly jewel mining. All of this most likely coming from just The Spring Court alone & then whatever overseas trade they do too…bruh The Spring Court is literally basking in riches!

This is why I’m adamant that Spring Court is the wealthiest court but is frugal with its spending, the high lords of Spring only spend when necessary.

The Spring Court is the very definition of a self sufficient court, it doesn’t really need anything from other courts & every return trade the do is really just an added luxury for them.

It also doesn’t make sense that The Night Court & Winter court are wealthy, by rights they should actually be the poorest of all the courts.

If I had to rank the courts in terms of wealth it would go like this:

1. The Spring Court

2. The Dawn Court

3. The Summer & The Autumn Court

4. The Day Court

5. The Night Court

6. The Winter Court

This is also why Sarah Janet Maas needs to spend so much more time on her world-building skills because we need more information on how the other courts operate their courts & gain their wealth

[silly--fangirl]

elucien as high king and high queen is something i think about on a daily basis

lucien is directly connected to 4 courts atp, but he's also an emissary with friends across all prythian and the continent

elain is a cauldron blessed seer, sister to feyre cursebreaker, a lady of the society

the alliances they could make go hard tbh

but also they would be so powerful together, i can't

also i belive they have what it takes to actually inspire and charm people into wanting to follow their lead, without threatening them into doing so

[thornsinwinter]

Rating: M Parings: None Warnings: Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Interrupted Suicide Attempt

Chapter One

Spring was not merely a gentle renewal.

Those who knew only its warm breezes and delicate blooms forgot the other face of the season—the howling storms that tore trees from the earth, the floods that drowned entire valleys, the lightning that split the sky with divine fury. Spring was birth, yes, but birth always came through blood and pain.

And Spring was furious.

Through glades once vibrant with life, the Court watched its High Lord wander. Tamlin moved in beast form now, his golden fur dulled, his massive frame thinner than it should be. Spring felt his exhaustion, his despair, his struggle to continue when everything had been taken from him.

Not by his own actions, as others claimed. But by betrayal.

My wronged child, Spring thought, watching him through trembling leaves, but the words formed only within its own mind. My faithful, dying child.

Tamlin's ear flicked, not toward Spring's thoughts, but toward some small forest sound. Once, a High Lord and his Court had been seamless but that connection had been damaged long before Tamlin's birth, the Court's consciousness forced dormant like a seed beneath frozen ground, buried by magic tied to the Wall that had divided the mortal and immortal realms. When that Wall fell, something had stirred within Spring, like the first green shoots pushing through soil after winter's retreat, awareness had begun to return. Slowly. Painfully. Too weak yet to reach the mind of its High Lord, but growing stronger with each passing day.

Strong enough now to feel rage at what had been done to him.

Feyre Archeron. The name itself was enough to make flowers wither and streams churn with silt. The human-turned-High Fae who had been saved by Spring's power—by Tamlin's sacrifice—only to repay that gift with calculated destruction.

Now Spring faced an impossible dilemma. It loved Tamlin still. Loved him for his sacrifice, his dedication, his centuries of faithful service. But the Court was dying alongside its High Lord. Not just weakened, but truely failing. As Tamlin surrendered more each day to grief and despair, the land itself lost vitality.

And Spring could not choose a new vessel while the current one still breathed.

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[redraccoonart]

[SCROLL DOWN TO READ] Sorry Cass, but Rhys won’t share 😅

This is the first scene I wanted to draw once I finished tome 2 😂 I just love how Cassian helps Rhysand free himself from his tension by just taunting him, best friendship ever lol

A Court of Mist And Fury belongs to author Sarah J Maas

[loonylooly]

After like, waaay too long, i finally finished prythian fashion the second 🤭

Hope ya'll like them

[velarisnightsky444]

Patience*

Kinktober Day 1: Cockwarming With Azriel

AN: Sneak peak for Stargirl. Evelina is my OC, she is Rhysand's twin sister.

CW: Cockwarming, d/s dynamics, intercourse, impact play

Word Count: 1.2k

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I could be particularly impatient when my mate was working, since his job took up a large portion of the day. I could get pouty and annoyed, which I didn't deny. Though, Az wasn't fond of me like that.

Ever since we were children, he would scold me for my incessant whining, no matter what the cause.

So I would go to his office and pout and whine until I pissed him off enough to pay attention to me, forgetting his work.

It was immature, yes. But it worked.

I stood in his doorway now, staring at him as he did his paperwork. He hadn't even glanced up at me, yet.

His hazel eyes were glued to the paperwork before him, his scarred hand gripped his pen tight enough to make his knuckles go white.

His black locks fell over his face, shielding his expression from my view. I wanted to run my hands through those curls as I sat on his lap, him thrusting into me.

He had forgone his leathers today, and was wearing a white button down, paired with a pair of black slacks.

I went crazy when he wore white button downs. He knew that.

I cleared my throat, leaning against the frame of the door. He didn’t even look up.

"I see you, Eve," he spoke up. "I'm just ignoring you."

"You've been working all day," I complained, crossing my arms.

"And you standing there pouting will only slow me down," he said, finally lifting his head and meeting my eyes.

"I need you, Az," I whined, standing up straight.

He let loose a deep sigh, placing his pen onto the desk and pinching the bridge of his nose with his scarred fingers.

"Take your clothes off," he instructed.

I grinned in triumph, shedding my violet dress, then making quick work of my underthings. The air hit my bare body, my nipples peaking against it.

Azriel’s hazel eyes drank in the sight before he beckoned me over. I complied.

Azriel began unbuckling his belt. As he pulled him cock out, arousal settled in my core. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction.

"You’ll have to behave if you want to cum," he warned.

His scarred hands found their place on my waist, flipping me around to face away from him. He carefully guided me down onto his cock.

I gasped at the intrusion, wanting nothing more than to sink all the way down. But he was guiding me so slowly, and I could feel as every inch impenetrated me.

I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out. His hands released my bare waist, and he picked up his pen, glancing over my shoulder to continue working.

I frowned, beginning to grind on his cock, but his shadows put a stop to that. They swirled around me, holding me in place.

"Az," I complained, trying to struggle against the shadows.

"I told you I was working," he reminded me. "Now, you will be patient until I am done."

Two of his shadows wrapped around my knees, spreading my legs open on his lap. I gasped at the cold air hitting my core. I dared to reach down and rub my clit, but a shadow gripped my wrist before I could, binding both of my hands behind my back.

The others worked at forcing me to sit up straight in his lap. Sitting up with my legs spread and my arms pinned behind my back was incredibly uncomfortable.

The only relief was his cock stuffed deep inside of me. But even that was becoming more of a frustration, since I couldn't move.

"Az," I repeated. "Please. This is unfair."

"You should've waited," he murmured into my ear. "Now, you'll be quiet and you will wait for me to finish my work. If you're good, I'll fuck you. If not, you'll just have to stay unsatisfied until tomorrow."

I whined again, which only irritated him further. He landed a harsh smack to my cunt, causing me to cry out at the sting.

"That's your first warning," he spoke. "If I get to three, you will not cum tonight."

"Yes, sir," I grumbled, feeling my arousal soaking onto his lap.

I could feel myself blushing at the fact that I was ruining his pants. But he didn't say anything about it. He just kept working.

The throbbing in my center was driving me wild, and all I wanted to do was bounce on his cock. But the shadows holding me down stopped that. And I knew if I disobeyed him, I would only regret it.

His cock twitched inside of me, causing me to gasp, throwing my head back. Another smack landed on my core.

"That's two," he warned. "Not another sound, princess."

I nodded, sending an apology down the bond. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on keeping myself quiet. If I couldn't cum tonight, I would go insane.

I watched a clock closely, which only made time go slower. He continued writing, but I was too frustrated and aroused to read it. My head felt utterly light.

Twenty torturous minutes went by, and I was nearly in tears. He was so deep, yet there was no pleasure.

"Almost done, princess," he murmured. "You've been so good for me."

I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing in relief. Azriel placed his pen down as he finished, and his shadows released me.

He jutted up inside of me, hips pulling back, then smacking against my ass. I cried out, tears of relief finally falling.

He fucked me harshly, one hand reaching around to rub my clit, the other wrapped around my throat. He squeezed just slightly, enough to cause discomfort.

I whined and mewled in his lap, my face wet from the pool of tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Please,” I moaned, not quite sure what I was begging for.

My ass stung from his hips snapping against it again, and again. I leaned my weight into him, allowing myself to relax as he fucked me.

“What do you want, princess?”

“Let me cum,” I begged, feeling that coil tighten in my lower stomach.

“Already?” he mocked. “But it’s so soon.”

“Please,” I sobbed.

I was so sensitive after all that teasing, it hadn’t taken me long to get to the edge at all.

“You can cum, but I’m not stopping until I do, too,” he warned.

“Thank you, thank you,” I cried out, my hands squeezing the edge of the desk in front of me as that coil snapped.

My moans were undigified as I came on his cock, pleasure wracking through me.

When I came down from my high, he sped up his thrusts. I whined from the overstimulation, leaned against him for support.

He stopped rubbing my clit, and instead began to rub comforting circles on my upper thigh.

When he came, he grunted, his release shooting into me. He bit down on my shoulder to muffle his moans, and I let out a harsh breath at the sting.

His shadows lifted me off of him and to my feet when he was done. I went to make for the door, but he stood behind me, bending me over the desk.

“I’m nowhere near done with you.”

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[silverflameataraxia]

The IC feared that Nesta, in a fit of rage, would lose control of her magic and hurt someone. They didn't want to leave her alone with Feyre because of it. They felt like she needed to be restrained because of it. Yet it was Feyre - not Nesta - who threw a temper tantrum, lost control of her magic, and burned the LoA.

The IC didn't want to tell Nesta the truth that she could Make magical weapons because they worried that she would Make something to spite them. They thought that she was plotting against them, that she was a threat to their court. Yet it was Feyre - not Nesta - who plotted against and destroyed an entire court out of spite.

The IC judged Nesta for being prejudiced against the Fae. Yet it was Feyre - not Nesta - who killed an innocent Fae with hate in her heart.

The IC hated Nesta for being cruel. Yet it was Feyre - not Nesta - who caused an innocent guard to be whipped. Feyre didn't check in on him afterward because she cared or because checking on him was the right thing to do. She visited him to make Tamlin look bad. (I don't think Feyre understands that ACOWAR doesn't just make Tamlin look bad. It makes her look bad, too.) It was Feyre - not Nesta - who tortured Ianthe. It was Feyre - not Nesta - who displaced innocents out of their homes because they committed the crime of living in the Spring Court or living in the same apartment complex as Nesta.

The IC wanted to punish or execute Nesta for giving Bryce the Mask because they thought her actions would benefit the enemy and risk Prythian. Yet it was Feyre - not Nesta - who benefitted the enemy by destroying an entire court on the cusp of war. It was Feyre who gave the enemy a stronghold in Prythian. It was Feyre who risked Prythian by releasing a death-god and Fear itself. It was Feyre who lost control of Bryaxis.

Feyre is the monster the IC fear Nesta to be.

[grimseverity]

"Sometimes, laying submerged is the only way I can stop thinking about it. That soldier? He wouldn't have gotten to me if I was underwater, me...or my sister." My submission for Day 4: Nymph - The Magic Of The Naiads of @gwynweekofficial I definitely feel that Gwyn has a water nymph form that only appars when she is underwater and wanted to depict that, as well as the silent pain that she deals with regarding her past. The water is how she maintains a connection with her sister, and I can imagine she finds a comfort in its solitude :)

Happy Gwyn Week yall!

[evermorelore]

I wanted to find a cute lil quote to go with these, but instead just know that this was inspired by reading all of Separatist_Apologist 's Elucien fanfics. (specifically The Last of the Real Ones, I have so many highlights in my books app) It wasn't the ship I was looking for but I am obsessed now.

The wip I posted yesterday got so much love, but the one thing that I loved seeing tagged was "pythian's ass" so thank u for loving Lucien's peach as much as I do. It's canon now, sorry sjm.

I couldn't decide if I liked it better as just a sketch or with coloring so you get both. 💛

[oristian]

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LUCIEN VANSERRA — HEIR TO THE DAY COURT

I originally intended to wait and post this for @lucienweekofficial but I wanted to share this stunning artwork with everyone early! I cannot wait to see Lucien and Helion and their interactions in the next books and I have high hopes that Lucien will be appointed to some title—either High Lord, or Prince—within the Day Court. The vision was Helion crowning his son and Lucy brought this idea to life wonderfully.

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[jacksdreams]

"The most powerful High Lord in the world lost his mate, and has not yet come to claim her, even when she is defenseless in the woods." Jurian chuckled.

"Perhaps that's because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us."

Princess of Carrion: Chapter 7

A court of wings and ruin

[thefatesofspring]

A list of Tamlin’s magic abilites & their potential

It’s quite a long post so be prepared…let’s start off with the abilities we are 100% sure of.

• Shape-shifting

- So as we know Tamlin can shapeshift, we also know he can shapeshift others (he mainly reserves this for his sentries as stated by Lucien)

- Potential: when Tamlin shapeshift’s he can do so into anyone or anything & if it’s anyone there is a high chance that he can take on that persons power/magic/ability e.g. if he were to shift into Rhysand he could take on Rhysand’s misting, daemati powers & whatever else he has.

(We kind of already know this is a possibility because of Feyre & her pregnancy, we find out that Nyx was conceived when Feyre was in her illyrian form & that he has illyrian wings, now even though in the book I’m sure it said Nyx was only 1/4 Illyrian, it makes no sense for that to be true if Feyre changed her entire body to her illyrian form which would suggest the shapeshifting happens on a cellular/gentic/DNA level & that Nyx is actually 1/4 high fae & 3/4 Illyrian, Nyx’s wings forming in the womb like an illyrian babe is consistent with him only being 1/4 HF because Feyre had shifted fully into an illyrian form & Rhysand being half illyrian)

• Glamours & illusions

- we know that Tamlin can create glamours & illusions because he did with the Archeron family (except Nesta of course) & he even did it against Rhysand & would have fully succeeded in that if he remembered to remove the 3rd plate set at the dinner table

- Potential: Tamlin has the potential to create glamours & illusions on such a huge scale that there really wouldn’t be much of a limit except maybe either his imagination or distance, we know that he glamoured his entire estate so that Feyre could not see the other faeries so what’s to say he couldn’t glamour an entire court?…or maybe even a continent?…

if Tamlin decided to be a villain after his mother was killed who’s to say Tamlin not only created this glamour but also put an illusion over everyone if he went into his villain era? What if he decided Amarantha was just made up so that he could get back at Rhysand? The potential is truly close to limitless, the fact that Tamlin was able to very nearly get one over on Rhysand & he is a daemati & supposedly an incredibly powerful one at that shows how powerful he really is.

• Air/Wind control & manipulation

- So 3 books in & we find out Tamlin has yet another ability when he single-handedly saves Feyre, Elain, Azriel & Briar using his ability to control air…I’m sorry is he the fucking avatar??😩😂

- Potential: at this point he can literally do anything Storm from X-Men can do with her ability to control the air element as well as anything Aang the avatar can do, if Tamlin wanted you to suffocate by simply removing the oxygen from the particles around you he could, tornado?✅ Hurricane?✅ Typhoon?✅ Cyclone?✅ Check✅ Tamlin has the power & potential to do it all. I’m not joking when I say this is an extremely fucking deadly ability to have.

• Healing

- Tamlin can heal himself & others exactly like Thesan can as he tried to do when it came to saving that Faerie who had its wings ripped off by Amarantha but do to Amarantha taking most of his powers he wasn’t able to do much at that time

- Potential: Well I mean he could cure pretty much any disease or bone breakages, whether that be in himself or one others.

• Shielding & Repelling against dark magic

- At the end of ACOTAR (book 1, Chapter 45, Page 405) we see through Feyre’s eyes what she sees just before Tamlin rips out Amarantha’s throat, “Amarantha screeched, kicking at Tamlin, lashing at him with her dark magic, but a wall of gold encompassed his fur like a second skin. She couldn’t touch him.” However I think SJM changes this whether it’s because she forgot she even wrote in this little gem of realised she made Tamlin too powerful & this alone makes Rhysand look weak in comparison I don’t know because in Hybern he’s no longer able to shield himself against that dark magic when Hybern uses a “leash” to subdue him so that he can’t attack the king of Hybern.

- Potential: Now the potential for this ability is insane & realistically Tamlin has the potential to go up against Koschei because we know Koschei uses dark magic of some sort & giving that it would be the perfect battle of light vs dark but it would also mean Rhysand’s magic can’t touch Tamlin so his misting ability could potentially falter on Tamlin

Now moving along to the hidden magic/abilities/powers Tamlin could have

• Elemental magic

- Honestly Tamlin could be Prythians version of Aang & Storm rolled into one, if SJM were brave enough to thoroughly write Tamlin & flush out his character in every aspect Tamlin would literally be Prythians mutant category 5 avatar👀 when Aang first broke free from the ice he only had the element of Air…Tamlin as we know it also at the moment only currently has air, if memory serves me correctly Aang then goes onto learning Earth bending…👀…what if Tamlin already knows he can earth bend…👀…or begins to learn it, he is after all the embodiment of spring!! & if we want to put more of a fantasy twist on it he can control plant’s & wildlife he is essentially an ecokinetic & his ability is ecokenesis.

Description from Superpower wiki: “The user is connected directly to the natural world and thus can communicate, influence, manipulate and control nature: all living beings and plants and natural phenomena, such as the weather and geology of the Earth, and the matter and energy of which all these things are composed. They can survive in any natural environment on earth.

The user can manipulate, tap into, blend and/or become elements of nature, including air, weather, lightning, earth, stone, metal, water, ice, light, darkness, clouds/mist, magma, fire etc. They can control animals and plants and mimic their abilities and forms.”

Now there’s been no indication to my knowledge that Tamlin can influence or control water but again if he has elemental magic that is a given & lastly FIRE!! If Tamlin is a descendant of Aelin & Aelin is know as fire-bringer descendant of Mala…YOU GUYS!!!…what if Tamlin has the colbalt blue fire!!! What if like Aelin, like Aang he has to descend into his power!!!…👀ive already said many times before Tamlin is a starborn fae like Bryce & Aelin so there is a potential for him to!!

• Daemati

- I want to thank @theegemini92 for reminding me of this one because I genuinely forgot about it until I saw her post today. So as it goes when Tamlin supposedly uses his glamouring ability to make the Archeron family believe Feyre is staying with an aunt it doesn’t strike anyone that his “glamouring” acted a lot like daemati mind manipulation??…👀

Now yes we know the ability to glamour is a trick of the mind to make you see something that isn’t really there but seeing something & thoroughly believing something that doesn’t exist are two vastly different things, the extent to which Elain & Papa Archeron truly believed that Feyre was living with a distant aunt over Nesta being fooled is crazy, both abilities revolve around the mind & we know Nesta has a “steeled will & mind” and Rhysand struggled greatly to enter Nesta’s mind using his daemati abilities…👀

The fact the only time Rhysand is ever actually able to access Tamlin’s mind is at the HL’s meeting strikes me as convenient more for Tamlin…almost as if Tamlin let it happen because he needed others to see that Rhysand would use his abilities against them if he wanted to…👀

• Resurrection & Reincarnation

- This one would tap more into the Spring Court magic lore side & the God of Spring, so again as we all know the definition of season of spring is life after death, rebirth, resurrection, rejuvenation, renewal, regrowth & new beginnings/blessings so on & so on.

Well you know how The Spring Court celebrate Calanmai what if on Calanmai when the magic is most potent it wasn’t just used as a night to increase fertility & create the next heirs but also a night where you could resurrect or reincarnate someone, not only would you rejuvenate the land but you’d also create life after death & resurrect a loved one maybe & it would technically all still fall under the category of Spring magic & maybe a bit of blood magic or something other magic but it’s still spring magic at its core performed by The High Lord of The Spring Court aka Tamlin.

Let me know what you guys think in the comments below🩷

Also let me know if you want me to do this for any other acotar characters

[khaleesikels]

“Mor led me down the avenue toward another set of stone gates, thrown open at the base of what looked to be a castle within the mountain. The official seat of the High Lord of the Night Court.”✨🌙

Welcome to Hewn City

[thornsinwinter]

Rating: M Parings: None Warnings: Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Interrupted Suicide Attempt

Chapter Two

Spring sensed him long before he reached the borders.

Some presences could not be mistaken. Some bonds, though strained, never truly broke. Through root systems that extended far beyond what any map showed, through winds that carried scents across impossible distances, through the subtle magic that was the Court's birthright—Spring felt Lucien Vanserra's approach.

And it did not know whether to welcome or warn him away.

Three weeks had passed since Tamlin had stood in his ruined study and chosen defiance over surrender. Three weeks of slow, painful reconstruction—not just of physical structures, but of purpose. Of will. 

Progress came in small victories. A repaired section of roof. A cleared pathway. A training session with the handful of sentries who had returned, drawn by rumors of Tamlin's renewed presence. Nothing dramatic or triumphant, but steady. Determined. Unstoppable as seedlings pushing through stone.

The manor remained largely abandoned, with Tamlin establishing a simpler base in the sacred grove Spring had shown him, where ancient High Lords had communed with their Court. There, among white stones and wild roses, he slept under stars instead of broken ceilings, bathed in clear streams instead of cracked marble tubs, and ate what he hunted himself.

Spring approved of this return to fundamentals. To the primal connection that had existed before politics, before grand manors, before the complications of alliances and enmities.

Before betrayal had taught them both the price of trust.

But now Lucien approached—beautiful, complicated Lucien with his sharp mind and sharper tongue. Lucien, who had fled rather than watch Tamlin's descent. Lucien, who had found his mate in Elain Archeron—sister to the very female who had systematically destroyed everything Spring held sacred.

Lucien, whose blood sang with Day Court power that Spring had always sensed beneath his Autumn Court heritage.

How could Spring not love him, this brilliant creature who had brought laughter to its groves, who had stood loyal far longer than most would have? Yet how could Spring trust him now, with his divided loyalties and complicated allegiances?

He approaches from the Summer border, Spring informed Tamlin, who stood shirtless beside a small stream, washing after morning training.

Tamlin stiffened, water dripping down a torso still too thin but now showing signs of renewed muscle. "Alone?"

Yes. Unarmed and openly. No stealth. No deception I can sense.

A month ago, Tamlin might have shifted into beast form immediately, might have charged to confront or challenge. Now he merely nodded, dried himself with a nearby cloth, and pulled on a simple linen shirt.

"Guide him to me," Tamlin said, his voice steadier than it had been in months. Not yet the confident command of the High Lord he had once been, but no longer the broken whisper of a male who had lost all hope.

Spring hesitated, reluctant yet yearning. Can we trust him?

The question communicated far more than those simple words. Can anyone be trusted? After what she did? After what we lost?

"I don't know," Tamlin replied honestly. "But I want to hear what brings him home."

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[redraccoonart]

Cassian & Azriel 🦇🌙

I recently finished reading A Court of Mist and Fury and I absolutely loved it 🔥 tome 2 was incredible and intense, and I practically lost three nights of sleep reading the last chapters lol.

After a busy couple of weeks I finally managed to slow down and take time to try a first sketch of the bat boys :3

A Court of Mist and Fury and its characters belong to Sarah J Maas

[shittalkingwiththesuriel]

I think most of my problems would be solved if l could watch Azriel and Cassian spar (shirtless)(sweaty)