#inner circle week

[innercircleweekofficial]

🎨: gokushairgel

I lifted my brows. “Everyone gave you their gifts?” “He’s the only one who can be trusted not to snoop,” Mor explained. I looked toward Azriel. “Even him,” Amren said. Azriel gave me a guilty cringe. “Spymaster, remember?” “We started doing it two centuries ago,” Mor went on. “After Rhys caught Amren literally shaking a box to figure out what was inside.” Amren clicked her tongue as I laughed. “What they didn’t see was Cassian down here ten minutes earlier, sniffing each box.” Cassian threw her a lazy smile. “I wasn’t the one who got caught.”

devider cr: tsunami-of-tears

[romanticatheartt]

Asking for Nesta and Elain to be officially added to the Inner Circle week appreciation is like asking for Azriel and Cassian to be added to the Valkyries week...

Any other character is welcome like Varian who is Amren's boyfriend (??? Lol) or Nesta who's mated to Cassian. You can add Gwyn or even Elain because they're Azriel's possible love interests. Or solemnly because they're Feyre's sister. Hell, You can even bring Lucien into the circle because he's Feyre's friend. You can also add emerie for Mor's possible relationship with her...

You can be creative as much as you want, but this is IC appreciation week. We're going to celebrate these six. And we have no evidence of sjm saying Nesta and Elain are part of IC and we're only following the books, because even if Sarah had said this, most people are unaware of it.

We only hope to have a fun week, not a reason for people to start arguing<33

[innercircleweekofficial]

The most beautiful ladies of all 😍!

Ladies of the night court

[spacerockfloater]

The way people switched on Tamlin the moment Rhys was introduced is diabolical.

“Tamlin never really loved Feyre, it was all a trick from the start”: It is stated that Tamlin was disgusted by the idea of forcing someone to fall in love with him and considered it slavery, but ended up being so in love with her that he ultimately lets her go and choses her freedom and safety over that of his own people. Rhys confirms that Tamlin loved Feyre too much. And he loved her truly. Not because he had to. Tamlin treated Feyre with dignity when she was engaged to him. He introduced her as his lady, to be respected and cherished by all. And she really was loved by his people, too. Rhysand uses her as his lap dog to scare Hewn City and parades her as his whore.

“Tamlin never did anything for Feyre, he just used her”: He improved her and her family’s life in every aspect and offered her everything he had.

“Tamlin had sex with someone else in Calanmai”: Out of duty and responsibility because he didn’t want to force Feyre, who still wasn’t sure about her feelings, into it. All of the High Lords perform the Calanmai. Lucien says so. How convenient that this is never brought up with Rhysand. He surely does perform it as well. All the theories in here, “Lucien doesn’t know what he’s talking about/ This is a SC ritual only/ He probably just passes the duty on to someone else” are just a way for people to villainise Tam and glorify Rhys again. All of them inaccurate. The Calanmai is canonically performed by every High Lord. There’s no evidence that proves otherwise. As the son of one High Lord and the ambassador of another, Lucien would know. He is 500 years old. It’s just more convenient for SJM to never bring this up again because it raises the question of “Who was Rhysand fucking all these years?” and it makes her favourite character look bad. And once he is engaged to her, Tamlin flat out refuses to do it. Let’s be real for a second.

“Tamlin didn’t help Feyre under the mountain”: He literally could not. He was bound by a curse. He was forced to be Amarantha’s consort and a consort cannot oppose you. His powers were bound. Alis warns Feyre that Tamlin will not be able to help her. Stop acting as if he didn’t want to help her. He decapitated Amarantha the moment he got his autonomy back. Claiming that there’s no proof that Tamlin was under the influence of a spell when he literally didn’t break the curse and Amarantha’s magic didn’t allow him to use his powers is crazy. And even if he tried, he could never provide actual help. We see this when he begs Amarantha for Feyre’s life. Him showing he cares about her would only make Amarantha more jealous and vicious towards Feyre.

“Tamlin made out with Feyre instead of helping her”: He couldn’t help her run away. No one could do that. She would never make it, Amarantha would find her. In fact, Tamlin specifically could not help her in any way. He could only assure her he still wants and loves her. And she wanted that just as much. Rhys abused her physically, mentally, verbally, drugged her and much worse. And he enjoyed all of it. If he didn’t want to raise suspicions, he wouldn’t have placed a bet in her favour. Rhys is a sadist, SJM just decided to mellow him down in the next book so that we’d all like him over Tamlin.

“Tamlin ignored Feyre’s wishes and only wanted her to be his bride, he didn’t let her be High Lady”: Both Tamlin and Feyre were bad communicators going though trauma and Tam had a whole court to care for. Tamlin was unaware of how Feyre felt because she barely spoke up once. Rhys knew because he literally lived inside her head and had all the time in the world to focus his attention on her since his court suffered zero consequences during Amarantha’s reign. And Tamlin simply told her the truth: there’s no such thing as High Lady. Even her current title is given to her by Rhys, the magic of Prythian has not actually chosen her to be High Lady. The title and its power are decorative. And she said she didn’t want that anyway.

“Tamlin locks Feyre up and uses his magic to harm her”: He locks her in his humongous palace to keep her safe, after she just came back from the dead and his worst enemy is kidnapping her every month, while he runs off to protect his borders. Rhysand locks Feyre in a fucking bubble. Tamlin loses control of his magic. He doesn’t want to harm her. That’s not abuse. Abuse is intentional. Feyre and Rhysand lock Lucien and Nesta up. They lock the people of the Hewn City up in a cave. Feyre loses control of her magic and harms Lucien’s mother. Double standards I guess.

“Tamlin is a bad and conservative ruler”: Tamlin is such a beloved ruler that his sentries literally begged to die for him. Feyre had to fuck with their minds to finally turn them against him. They were his friends. He was so progressive that the lords fled his court once he became their ruler because he wouldn’t put up with their bullshit like his father did. He loved all of his people. He is against slavery. The Tithe was just tax collection. Rhysand practically rules over just one city, while ignoring Hewn City and Illyria. He treats 2/3 of his realm like shit and everyone except the residents of Velaris hates him. He collects tax, too, but we conveniently never see this. He ranks the members of his inner circle (my 1st, my 2nd etc.) and reminds them every moment that they are his slaves first and anything else second, while Tamlin treats them equally and even gives Lucien an official title by naming him Ambassador.

“Tamlin conspired with Hybern”: He was a double agent and his short lived alliance, two weeks all in all, not only didn’t harm a single soul, but ultimately saved all of Prythian as he was the only one who brought valuable information to that meeting. He dragged Beron to battle. Rhysand’s alliance with Amarantha harmed thousands and only helped save one city, Velaris.

“Tamlin is responsible for turning Nesta and Elain into Fae”: No, that was Ianthe, who got the info from Feyre. Tamlin was fooled by her, just as Feyre obviously was, or she wouldn’t have trusted her. Tamlin was disgusted by that act.

“Tamlin is less powerful than Rhysand”: Rhysand himself says that a battle between them would turn mountains to dust. Tamlin killed Rhysand’s dad, the previous High Lord of the Night Court, in one blow. He is just as powerful as Rhysand. SJM again just wants us to believe otherwise. And he is smarter, too. He was the only one not to trust Amarantha. And he was a good spy for Prythian against Hybern.

All of these takes are cold as fuck. SJM was testing the waters with ACOTAR and she made sure the main love interest, Tamlin, was insanely likeable, so that the book could be a satisfactory standalone story in case she couldn’t land a trilogy deal. She didn’t know it would be such a big hit. But once she realised she could turn this into a franchise, she had to figure out a new story to tell. She may claim otherwise, but there’s just too many plothotes to convince me. And in order to make her new main love interest seem like the best choice, she had to character assassinate the old one. There was no other way. ACOTAR Rhys was too much of an evil monster to be loved by the majority of the audience. But Tamlin was introduced to us as such a heroic and passionate man that is literally impossible to turn him into someone despised by all. Feyre’s relationship with Rhysand reads too much like cheating on Tamlin. That’s why anyone with basic analytical skills is able to realise the flaws of the narration.

[kale-theteaqueen]

To Choose Her

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Alright, sleepy head! Rise and shine-”

Halting in her step, Mor’s speech cut off abruptly when she was met with a sight that was distinctly not Cassian buried under the blankets in deep sleep.

Instead of wings, there was long, dark blonde hair fanned out on the pillows, a thin arm that hugged a pillow this figure now rested her head on, as if she’d turned to grasp onto it whenever her bedmate had risen. Her breaths came slowly, deeply, a sign of an easy sleep.

She was beautiful in the sunlight, which caught on the freckles sprinkled across her skin. Not even Mor could deny it.

But what was most striking, what caused her jaw to drop and any and all words to flee from her mind, was the fact that, underneath the sheet that had been drawn up to her shoulder, Nesta Archeron was decidedly bare in Cassian’s bed.

A shocked sound choked past her lips, and her eyes lifted, roving over the rest of the room until she met the bright, gold-flecked ones of her initial target.

Cassian stood in front of his dresser, his back facing her, yet had turned his head on her arrival. Seemingly frozen in the middle of buttoning one of the sleeves of the cotton shirt he’d donned – distinctly not his usual training leathers – he was looking at her with an expression Mor didn’t think she’d ever been on the receiving end of.

There was no kindness there, no warmth that he usually greeted her with. Instead, there was a fierce irritation, a protectiveness, even. The message was clear even to her basest of fae instincts.

A warning.

A submission for @cassianappreciationweek Day 4: Lover

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[goddessofwisdom18]

@morweekofficial Day 7: Free day <3

Decided to just draw Mor and Feyre as if they were cool girls in the 90s!! Feyre is inspired by Sarah from the Craft (they kinda give similar vibes imo) and Mor is inspired by a 1994 Blumarine look!

[litnerdwrites]

Cassian: I'm sick of these games.

Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that trauma was a game to you. If it's so easy to just stop being traumatised, then you should've said something to Elain about that a whole book ago? Or perhaps said something to Mor 5 centuries ago. Since Cassian made it clear 50 times a day that he's 'seen it before' and 'knows what she's feeling' or whatever, he must clearly be the expert on the situation. Imagine how much easier life will be now that everyone can just stop being traumatised.

Let's be serious for a moment though, if it was that easy, Cassian might have actually stopped making himself the victim in every scenario regarding Nesta throughout all of ACOFAS and ACOSF.

The fact SJM wrote it so Cassian, who said shit like this, was the one in the right the whole time in ACOSF makes me wanna puke.

[yaralulu]

I wonder if tamlin not getting any better has anything to do with the constant antagonizing visits from his mortal enemy who has taken literally everything from him and is a reminder of everything he’s now lost but who knows lol 😍.

It’s heavily implied in acosf that rhys visits the spring court in order to try and help tamlin but genuinely in what universe is that a good idea ?? Can you imagine the guy who basically told you to off yourself just always showing up at your court uninvited like ?? Rhys may be there with the intent of “helping” tamlin (he needs him in case theres another war but I’ll indulge his delusions) but his mere presence is probably wildly triggering to tamlin and he absolutely knows this.I bet you if rhys didn’t show up for like six months tamlin would be tremendously better than he is now.

Rhys stop obsessing over tamlin challenge !!

[littlest-w01f]

Azriel and his chosen family

For @azrielappreciationweek

Day 3: Belonging

I really wanted to do something for Az on his week, and what better than to appreciate him with his chosen family?

After every bad thing his own did to him, he found comfort in Cassian and Rhysand, got to call them brothers after his failed him.

The Inner Circle has been his family for the past 5 centuries, from Rhysand's mother adopting him, to Rhysand and Cassian treating him like their brother, to having deep conversations with Feyre to make her feel better about not fitting in, to defending Mor in the High Lord's meeting.

From all their interactions it's so easy to see that he loves his family and they love him in return, and I can't wait to see more of their shenanigans in the future

[readychilledwine]

What Else Can I Do?

Elain Archeron Week - Day 7 - Growth

Summary - Elain's gentleness may have been her biggest hang up, and one moment of anger may prove to be the turning point in which Sister is the strongest.

Warnings - A little of both ships, a little mystery

A/n - Alas, @elainarcheronweek has come to an end. I think Elain's growth is going to happen outside of the Night Court. I think Lucien will be part of it no matter where her story goes. And while I have an idea of how I'd like ir to go, and Elain losing her mind over necklace-gate should ABSOLUTELY be the catalyst.

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Rhysand moved from his spot where he had protected Nyx and Feyre from whatever had just happened.

Trees moved from their place, the ground shaking, animals just gone. Elain was trembling where she stood, a blue shield protecting not her, but Gwyn, Emerie, and Azriel. A similar red one guarding Nesta and Cassian.

She had learned of the necklace. The stupid necklace Azriel had lifted her, or, well, Gwyn it would seem. Azriel had been taking the lecture from Elain and Gwyn silently, nodding to confirm he had messed this up. The soft apologies he gave had not soothed the ache Elain felt in her heart, it hadn't been the balm for her that it had for Gwyn.

In a flash, her powers had come back to life, answering the question of if she had lost them once the Cauldron was nullified in the most dangerous way possible. Rhysand had heard rumors of seers capable of shaping the very world around them, of the ways that the few before Elain Archeron had moved the very foundations of courts, but he had thought it was myths. Old tales parents used to put their faelings to sleep.

Yet there Elain stood, her hands quivering, lip trembling as she looked to Rhysand for help.

He put on hand to her, silently commanding Feyre to leave with Nyx, to protect their son before approaching Elain slowly, “Breathe,” it wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. A command she had no choice but to follow. “Leave,” he told everyone else. “Now.”

It was a question of their safety, of his courts safety as he grabbed Elain, winnowing her before she could fight, and brought her to a heavily warded field before stepping out of the barrier himself. “Let it out.”

Brown eyes met deep blue one, “What?”

“Let. It. Out.” Rhysand shielded himself, “This clearly is about more than a necklace. Your body has pent up the magic inside of you. Let it out before I banish you to protect my son.”

This was the Rhysand Bryce had witnessed. The Rhysand who ruthlessly went after Nesta. Elain knew what that meant and she couldn't stop the choked sob.

He thought she was dangerous.

A potential risk to his court, his family. To Nyx.

The very grass around her seemed to wilt as she fell to her knees, the plants all around her in the shield responding in kind.

Her powers were more than just seeing. That much was becoming very clear.

And perhaps it always had been.

Rhysand's staff had never gotten gardens to grow the way Elain could. Flowers and life itself seemed to respond to her. Aching to be with her. To have her see their beauty.

And what a match that made her to her sister. A seer, blessed with the ability to bring life. Sister to a potential witch with the ability to control death.

Rhysand stood back as her magic spiraled as she had the breakdown she was needing. He noted every change, every tremor in her shoulders. He watched like she was an experiment.

He watched so closely he didn't notice as Lucien appeared, seemingly from nowhere.

Lucien walked into the circle, not caring if she attacked him, not caring that he was endangering himself, and he knelt beside her, “You're killing the trees,” he whispered gently.

Her eyes went up, noticing the damage she had caused, eyes watering again. “I didn’t- I wasn't.”

“I remember a cocky high lord who once accidentally misted an entire building. Lucky it was unoccupied,” Rhysand began as he walked in. “And another who shifted uncontrollably for close to a month.”

Lucien chuckled at the memory Rhysand conjured. “When my spell cleaving magic first showed up, I broke every ward in the Forest House Beron had set. I also watched our dear Feyre Darling, High Lady of the Night Court, accidentally set a dress on fire then flood a room to out it out as she panicked and assumed I had done it.”

Elain seemed to relax, “So this is normal?” Rhysand nodded as Azriel and Cassian landed, joining in comforting Elain. “When our powers are coped up, either with or without our knowledge, they tend to come out at the worst times.”

Elain could only nod and Azriel took her other side, his hand joining Lucien's on her back. “I'm so sorry,” she began to repeat the phrase over and over until Lucien tugged the mating bond and Azriel her hair.

“We have her,” Azriel told his brothers. “Go.”

“I want all of you,” she said it firmly. “I want you all to stay until I calm down.”

Cassian and Rhys both sat in front of her.

As she began to breathe, to feel their own heartbeats consistent in their chests, Elain began to calm down.

And with her relaxed state, green began to repop up, flowers blooming in place of the death surrounding them. It made Rhysand nod again, eyes locked on the middle sister.

“This is beyond my paygrade,” Cassian muttered. “I- we need help with her.”

Rhysand glanced his way, then Azriel's, then tried to glance to where Lucien and Elain were staring at each other.

“What does she need,” Rhysand's voice was thick, emotion setting in as he knew the answer.

“Adventure.” Lucien gave the answer without hesitation, “She wants to feel less cooped up. She wants to see the world outside of the Night Court. Meet and explore new places. And hope her powers grow on the way.”

“You will be with her the entire time,” Rhysand watched as Cassian and Azriel grew stiff at the question. “And bring her home in one piece at her or my command.”

Lucien only nodded as he kept his eyes on Elain, “She will be safe. No matter where we go. I will put my life down for her without hesitation.”

“I am holding you to that,” Rhysand's hand went out, “Swear it.”

Lucien looked at his hand, then the female in desperate need of escape to reach her full potential. Different High Lords assisting her. Different beings to weigh in on her powers, to research what she needed. The bargain burned as he took Rhysand's hand. It seared into his skin, marking his lower left arm in the same swirls and Illyrian runes that graced his skin. “I will free you from it once Elain tells me to,” Rhysand stood, backing away. “Take her on her adventure. Help her grow.”

That moment would turn to months of occasional letter.

Months a year.

Elain adventured to corners of the world only Lucien had seen. Meeting fae older than the trees themselves who taught her balance, peace, trust within herself.

Elain's arrival back in the Night Court was unexpected. She came into the new Riverhouse, kicking off her shoes and jacket like she always had.

She seemed to glow now, her hair loose, her muscles relaxed. She carried the scent of magic and herbs with her wherever she went, “Hi,” she sat casually on the couch, the very world axis seeming to shift with her power as she did. She could rival Rhysand. It was clear in the way it came off of her in waves. “What did I miss?”

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[innercircleweekofficial]

🎨: arz28 commissioned by atouchofmagicdesigns

“Well, at least now I know who’s drinking all my good wine. Want another one, Az?” Azriel nearly spewed the wine into the fire, but made himself swallow and turn, red-faced, to Rhys. “I would like to explain—” Rhys laughed, the rich sound bouncing off the carved oak moldings of the room. “Five centuries, and you think I don’t know that if my wine’s gone, Cassian’s usually behind it?” Cassian raised his glass in a salute. [...] “It’s cold as hell!” Mor called from the front hall, startling me from the warmth pooling in my core. “And who the hell let Cassian and Feyre decorate?” Azriel choked on what I could have sworn was a laugh, his normally shadowed face lighting up as Mor bustled in, pink with cold and puffing air into her hands. She, however, scowled. “You two couldn’t wait until I got here to break into the good wine?” I grinned as Cassian said, “We were just getting started on Rhys’s collection.” Rhys scratched his head. “It is there for anyone to drink, you know. Help yourself to whatever you want.” “Dangerous words, Rhysand,” Amren warned.

devider cr: tsunami-of-tears

[romanticatheartt]

Out of ALLLLLL the appreciation weeks we have... We don't have Inner Circle appreciation week. WHY???

[honeybeefae]

3.5K Celebration Week!

shout out canva for the template but THIS IS HOW WE ARE CELEBRATING!

Starting TOMORROW, APRIL 28TH, WE WILL GO THROUGH THE WEEK WITH THE INBOX OPEN AND REQUESTS SPECIFIC FOR THE THEME DAY!

I am SO excited. I will try to get to all of you and save whatever is left over. These asks are for any characters, any ideas (as long as they follow the theme), and all for you! <3 I can't wait and hope to hear from you guys soon!

(p.s. if you would like to go ahead and send stuff for tomorrow, i'll open it tonight for you (; )

[booksbypisces]

I took some photos the other day cosplaying Elain Archeron and I think they look really cute 🌷💖✨🌸

[astronomicaltaxon]

guys she just left to get water

[goddessofwisdom18]

@morweekofficial DAY 1: GOLD!! Decided to start the week off with a collage of things I associate with Mor, with a gold-leaning theme - including a thread for her future mate, because she deserves one 💛

Some random notes -

-I imagine her as being part Turkish and part Irish; I imagine the night court as the Ottoman empire, hence the Turkiye shirt, Lokum, and Ottoman inspired shield and slippers

-The pennant is the Sapphic flag! Taking "I prefer females" at face value, it seems like Mor is homoromantic/bisexual, but as a bi woman myself I have a feeling that was just Sarah's way of euphemising her coming out or making it old timey (the words Lesbian/Bi/Gay don't exist in Prythian so it's not like she could just say that lol). Until we get more info idk exactly what she was intended to be, so for now I'm just calling her sapphic :)