#feysand madlibs

[officialfeysandweek]

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I shouldn’t have been 1.______. Not when Rhysand liked to make a spectacle of everything. And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form. 

But there he was. 

Rhysand, High Lord of the 2.______ Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. 

He angled his 3.______, his blue-black hair shifting with the movement. Those violet eyes sparkled in the golden faelight as they fixed on Tamlin, as he held up a hand to where Tamlin and Lucien and their sentries had their swords half-drawn, sizing up how to get me out of the way, how to bring him down— 

But at the lift of that 4.______, they froze.

 Ianthe, however, was backing away slowly, face drained of color. 

“What a pretty little 5.______,” Rhysand said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as those many swords remained in their sheaths. The remaining crowd was pressing back, some 6.______ over seats to get away. 

Rhys looked me over slowly, and clicked his tongue at my silk gloves. Whatever had been building beneath my skin went still and cold. 

“Get the hell out,” 7.______ Tamlin, stalking toward us. Claws ripped from his knuckles. 

Rhys clicked his 8.______ again. “Oh, I don’t think so. Not when I need to call in my bargain with Feyre darling.” 

My stomach 9.______ out. No—no, not now. 

“You try to break the bargain, and you know what will happen,” Rhys went on, chuckling a bit at the crowd still 10.______ over themselves to get away from him. He jerked his chin toward me. “I gave you three months of freedom. You could at least look happy to see me.” 

I was 11.______ too badly to say anything. Rhys’s eyes flickered with distaste. 

The expression was gone when he faced Tamlin again. “I’ll be taking her now.”

 “Don’t you dare,” Tamlin 12.______. Behind him, the dais was empty; Ianthe had vanished entirely. Along with most of those in attendance.

 “Was I interrupting? I thought it was over.” Rhys gave me a 13.______ dripping with venom. He knew—through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he’d known I was about to say no. “At least, Feyre seemed to think so.” 

Tamlin snarled, “Let us finish the 14.______—”

“Your High Priestess,” Rhys said, “seems to think it’s over, too.” 

Tamlin stiffened as he looked over a 15.______ to find the altar empty. When he faced us again, the claws had eased halfway back into his hands. “Rhysand—” 

“I’m in no mood to 16.______,” Rhys said, “even though I could work it to my advantage, I’m sure.” I jolted at the caress of his hand on my elbow. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t move. 

“Tamlin,” I breathed. 

Tamlin took a single step toward me, his golden face turning sallow, but remained focused on Rhys. “Name your price.” 

“Don’t bother,” Rhys crooned, linking 17.______ with me. Every spot of contact was abhorrent, unbearable. He’d take me back to the Night Court, the place Amarantha had supposedly modeled Under the Mountain after, full of depravity and torture and 18.______— 

“Tamlin, please.” 

“Such dramatics,” Rhysand said, tugging me closer. 

But Tamlin didn’t move—and those claws were wholly replaced by 19.______ skin. He fixed his gaze on Rhys, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “If you hurt her—” 

“I know, I know,” Rhysand drawled. “I’ll return her in a 20.______.” 

No—no, Tamlin couldn’t be making those kinds of threats, not when they meant he was letting me go. Even Lucien was 21.______ at Tamlin, his face 22.______ with fury and shock. 

Rhys released my elbow only to slip a hand around my 23.______, pressing me into his side as he 24.______ in my ear, “Hold on.” 

Then darkness roared, a wind tearing me this way and that, the ground falling away beneath me, the world gone around me. Only Rhys remained, and I hated him as I clung to him, I hated him with my entire heart— 

Then the darkness vanished. I smelled 25.______ first—then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snow capped mountains. 

“Welcome to the Night Court,” was all Rhys said.

[the-lonelybarricade]

i just finished reading a couple of feysand madlibs and i can say it with my whole chest that yours and mr. lb's is the best 😭 i literally was cackling out loud when i read it stop 😭 like. trampoline court? his toe? him putting an arm around her teeth and caressing in her ear??? 💀💀💀

lmao I can't tell him this or we're going to give him an ego over his ability to pick random words! 😂

I'm so glad it wasn't amusing to just us though! We were in bed last night giggling about Feyre and Rhys linking lobsters 🦞🦞

[officialfeysandweek]

7 Days to go!

This week, we're taking some iconic Feysand moments and turning them into Madlibs! To play, reblog with a list of words that matches the catogory for each number.

We'll post a scene later today with numbered blanks corresponding to each word from your list. We can't wait to how your choices impact the story!

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Type of Event (e.g wedding, ceremony, race)

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[officialfeysandweek]

6 Days to go!

This week, we're taking some iconic Feysand moments and turning them into Madlibs! To play, reblog with a list of words that matches the catogory for each number.

We'll post a scene later today with numbered blanks corresponding to each word from your list. We can't wait to how your choices impact the story!

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[Numbered list resposted below for easy copy/pasting!]

Verb ending in -ing

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Body part

Noun

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Body part

Past tense verb

Adjective

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[officialfeysandweek]

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Rhys laughed, finally 1.______ toward the other end of the hall, which ended in a veranda open to the stars. “I’m willing to accept your thanks at any time, you know,” he 2.______ to me without looking back. 

Red 3.______ in my vision, and I couldn’t breathe fast enough, couldn’t think above the roar in my head. One heartbeat, I was staring after him—the next, I had my 4.______ in a hand. 

I hurled it at him with all my 5.______. 

All my considerable, immortal 6.______. 

I barely saw my silk slipper as it flew through the air, fast as a shooting star, so fast that even a High Lord couldn’t detect it as it neared— 

And slammed into his 7.______. 

Rhys whirled, a hand rising to the back of his head, his eyes wide. I already had the other 8.______ in my hand. 

Rhys’s 9.______ pulled back from his 10.______. “I dare you.” Temper—he had to be in some mood today to let his temper show this much. 

Good. That made 11.______ of us. 

I flung my other shoe right at his head, as 12.______ and 13.______ as the first one. 

His hand snatched up, grabbing the shoe mere inches from his 14.______. 

Rhys hissed and lowered the shoe, his eyes meeting mine as the silk dissolved to 15.______ 16.______ in his fist. His fingers unfurled, the last of the sparkling ashes blowing into oblivion, and he surveyed my hand, my body, my 17.______. 

“Interesting,” he 18.______, and continued on his way. 

I debated tackling him and pummeling that face with my fists, but I wasn’t 19.______. I was in his home, on top of a mountain in the middle of absolutely nowhere, it seemed. No one would be coming to rescue me—no one was even here to witness my 20.______. 

So I turned toward the doorway he’d indicated, heading for the dim stairwell beyond. 

I’d nearly reached it, not daring to breathe too loudly, when a bright, amused female voice said behind me—far away, from wherever Rhys had gone to at the opposite end of the hall, “So, that went well.” Rhys’s answering 21.______ sent my footsteps hurrying.

[the-lonelybarricade]

lmao mine and Mr. LB's:

I shouldn’t have been zoomed. Not when Rhysand liked to make a spectacle of everything. And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form. 

But there he was. 

Rhysand, High Lord of the Trampoline Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. 

He angled his little toe, his blue-black hair shifting with the movement. Those violet eyes sparkled in the golden faelight as they fixed on Tamlin, as he held up a hand to where Tamlin and Lucien and their sentries had their swords half-drawn, sizing up how to get me out of the way, how to bring him down— 

But at the lift of that submarine, they froze.

 Ianthe, however, was backing away slowly, face drained of color. 

“What a pretty little birthday party,” Rhysand said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as those many swords remained in their sheaths. The remaining crowd was pressing back, some flexing over seats to get away. 

Rhys looked me over slowly, and clicked his tongue at my silk gloves. Whatever had been building beneath my skin went still and cold. 

“Get the hell out,” blinked Tamlin, stalking toward us. Claws ripped from his knuckles. 

Rhys clicked his eyelid again. “Oh, I don’t think so. Not when I need to call in my bargain with Feyre darling.” 

My stomach sniffed out. No—no, not now. 

“You try to break the bargain, and you know what will happen,” Rhys went on, chuckling a bit at the crowd still waking over themselves to get away from him. He jerked his chin toward me. “I gave you three months of freedom. You could at least look happy to see me.” 

I was destroying too badly to say anything. Rhys’s eyes flickered with distaste. 

The expression was gone when he faced Tamlin again. “I’ll be taking her now.”

 “Don’t you dare,” Tamlin filmed. Behind him, the dais was empty; Ianthe had vanished entirely. Along with most of those in attendance.

 “Was I interrupting? I thought it was over.” Rhys gave me a circus dripping with venom. He knew—through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he’d known I was about to say no. “At least, Feyre seemed to think so.” 

Tamlin snarled, “Let us finish the funeral—”

“Your High Priestess,” Rhys said, “seems to think it’s over, too.” 

Tamlin stiffened as he looked over a mole to find the altar empty. When he faced us again, the claws had eased halfway back into his hands. “Rhysand—” 

“I’m in no mood to sweat,” Rhys said, “even though I could work it to my advantage, I’m sure.” I jolted at the caress of his hand on my elbow. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t move. 

“Tamlin,” I breathed. 

Tamlin took a single step toward me, his golden face turning sallow, but remained focused on Rhys. “Name your price.” 

“Don’t bother,” Rhys crooned, linking lobsters with me. Every spot of contact was abhorrent, unbearable. He’d take me back to the Night Court, the place Amarantha had supposedly modeled Under the Mountain after, full of depravity and torture and pesto— 

“Tamlin, please.” 

“Such dramatics,” Rhysand said, tugging me closer. 

But Tamlin didn’t move—and those claws were wholly replaced by tantalising skin. He fixed his gaze on Rhys, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “If you hurt her—” 

“I know, I know,” Rhysand drawled. “I’ll return her in a millenia.” 

No—no, Tamlin couldn’t be making those kinds of threats, not when they meant he was letting me go. Even Lucien was licking at Tamlin, his face insane with fury and shock. 

Rhys released my elbow only to slip a hand around my tooth pressing me into his side as he caressed in my ear, “Hold on.” 

Then darkness roared, a wind tearing me this way and that, the ground falling away beneath me, the world gone around me. Only Rhys remained, and I hated him as I clung to him, I hated him with my entire heart— 

Then the darkness vanished. I smelled continent first—then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snow capped mountains. 

“Welcome to the Night Court,” was all Rhys said.

Before clicking the read more - make sure you've created a list of words from our earlier post HERE!

I shouldn’t have been 1.______. Not when Rhysand liked to make a spectacle of everything. And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form. 

But there he was. 

Rhysand, High Lord of the 2.______ Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. 

He angled his 3.______, his blue-black hair shifting with the movement. Those violet eyes sparkled in the golden faelight as they fixed on Tamlin, as he held up a hand to where Tamlin and Lucien and their sentries had their swords half-drawn, sizing up how to get me out of the way, how to bring him down— 

But at the lift of that 4.______, they froze.

 Ianthe, however, was backing away slowly, face drained of color. 

“What a pretty little 5.______,” Rhysand said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as those many swords remained in their sheaths. The remaining crowd was pressing back, some 6.______ over seats to get away. 

Rhys looked me over slowly, and clicked his tongue at my silk gloves. Whatever had been building beneath my skin went still and cold. 

“Get the hell out,” 7.______ Tamlin, stalking toward us. Claws ripped from his knuckles. 

Rhys clicked his 8.______ again. “Oh, I don’t think so. Not when I need to call in my bargain with Feyre darling.” 

My stomach 9.______ out. No—no, not now. 

“You try to break the bargain, and you know what will happen,” Rhys went on, chuckling a bit at the crowd still 10.______ over themselves to get away from him. He jerked his chin toward me. “I gave you three months of freedom. You could at least look happy to see me.” 

I was 11.______ too badly to say anything. Rhys’s eyes flickered with distaste. 

The expression was gone when he faced Tamlin again. “I’ll be taking her now.”

 “Don’t you dare,” Tamlin 12.______. Behind him, the dais was empty; Ianthe had vanished entirely. Along with most of those in attendance.

 “Was I interrupting? I thought it was over.” Rhys gave me a 13.______ dripping with venom. He knew—through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he’d known I was about to say no. “At least, Feyre seemed to think so.” 

Tamlin snarled, “Let us finish the 14.______—”

“Your High Priestess,” Rhys said, “seems to think it’s over, too.” 

Tamlin stiffened as he looked over a 15.______ to find the altar empty. When he faced us again, the claws had eased halfway back into his hands. “Rhysand—” 

“I’m in no mood to 16.______,” Rhys said, “even though I could work it to my advantage, I’m sure.” I jolted at the caress of his hand on my elbow. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t move. 

“Tamlin,” I breathed. 

Tamlin took a single step toward me, his golden face turning sallow, but remained focused on Rhys. “Name your price.” 

“Don’t bother,” Rhys crooned, linking 17.______ with me. Every spot of contact was abhorrent, unbearable. He’d take me back to the Night Court, the place Amarantha had supposedly modeled Under the Mountain after, full of depravity and torture and 18.______— 

“Tamlin, please.” 

“Such dramatics,” Rhysand said, tugging me closer. 

But Tamlin didn’t move—and those claws were wholly replaced by 19.______ skin. He fixed his gaze on Rhys, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “If you hurt her—” 

“I know, I know,” Rhysand drawled. “I’ll return her in a 20.______.” 

No—no, Tamlin couldn’t be making those kinds of threats, not when they meant he was letting me go. Even Lucien was 21.______ at Tamlin, his face 22.______ with fury and shock. 

Rhys released my elbow only to slip a hand around my 23.______, pressing me into his side as he 24.______ in my ear, “Hold on.” 

Then darkness roared, a wind tearing me this way and that, the ground falling away beneath me, the world gone around me. Only Rhys remained, and I hated him as I clung to him, I hated him with my entire heart— 

Then the darkness vanished. I smelled 25.______ first—then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snow capped mountains. 

“Welcome to the Night Court,” was all Rhys said.