#reshaye

[scrumptiousdragonnightmare]

This guy gets me

[animezinglife]

Also, I do realize on an objective and rational level that Reshaye wants love but doesn't quite understand what it is. I realize that it does not feel in the way humans do. It does not process emotional ties and outcomes, or the consequences of the latter.

That does not make it any less disturbing that it may or may not want to f*ck Max out of curiosity, obsession, its idea of love, and maybe even resentment when the thing is literally living in Tisaanah's body and sometimes takes over her body and mind completely.

No, I don't think that's truly something it's after and am being a little facetious, but it's the possibility that disturbs me.

My man's really out here risking what scraps remain of his sanity in more ways than one.

The fact he just goes with it as-is when they were curled up all sweetly and innocently together all of five minute ago and all of a sudden she's being puppet-led after him with freaky movements and a completely different accent...

[siderealxmelody]

Top two are Reshaye in more God/Wyrd form. The bottom two are what it looks like when it's in armor and then without. 👀

@starlsssankt

@luxmaeastra

[siderealxmelody]

Elianna sagged against him, the tears more from relief than pain.

"Meros will keep her comfortable, I - we can work from there Kaden."

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Obaneryn hadn't allowed him past the gates initially, till his father had superceded his order. Till Zain had given Kaden every access he'd revoked when he'd taken the throne decades ago.

Obaneryn stared at his sister, she'd fallen asleep from the mix of the medicines and other things given to her. All to help her body fight, to slow the healing down.

They'd reached out to Sebastian and Natalia, to Orsus perhaps it was ludicrous. Weren't they stories of them being killed by Wyrdstone too?

Obaneryn looked to Kaden, stepped toward him.

"You break my sister's again I'll tear yours out."

He turned and slammed the door. Elianna frowned in her sleep, her hand peeking from the covers as she moved.

The Mating Mark blazed dark against her skin, an anchor keeping her fighting for now. Keeping her tethered here when she was so close to giving up mere hours ago.

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Orsus looked from the letter to Isaiah and Natalia, titling their head.

"Has the war reignited again? Why should she be saved from her Fate?"

She gripped his collar, pressing back into his chest.

"Don't leave, please - please don't -"

She barley heard whatever Isaiah said hissing when he attempted to step closer. She swallowed her tears down as she held him tighter.

"You disappear on me again, I'll hunt you down and -"

She swallowed the tears down again.

"Please don't leave me."

Isaiah resisted the urge to say more than his diagnosis, they probably wouldn't hear any of it. He slowly took one of her arms away, focusing on it.

"It's not letting me work Kaden. She needs a powerful healer. Maybe someone in Fortos or Meros would -"

Elianna tanked her arm away, pressing closer to Kaden as she stared at her arm.

"Going home will mean having to deal with Obaneryn. He'll throw a tantrum about Kaden and I don't have the energy to be mad at more than one person right now. We can go to Sophos?"

She looked up at him, trying to shut her panic down. She couldn't loose him now, she honestly would just let the poison take her if he simply walked away again.

What was the point? Her family was mostly gone, her parents were more or less ghosts. Obaneryn had put his entire life on hold for her, and if she'd stronger maybe -

"Kaden?"

[jmoonjones]

Max and Tisaanah from the War of Lost Hearts by Carissa Broadbent. I'm going to make a special point to call out how top notch the other characters are in this series too.

Reshaye!! Sammerin!! MOTH!!

But yeah; Max and Tissanah, I love them. Snip snip. 

[dangermousie]

I really love this bit. I also love that even with his memories wiped, regularly tortured to the brink of death and beyond, with marks on every inch of him to contain his magic, Max is his own unbreakable, unbowed self who just can't be leashed and all he's planning is to get the hell out of there, the impossibility of it not even entering his mind, broken as it is. (Side note - is the pattern he's drawing that even he himself does not know what it is, Tisaanah's skin? Because aaaaaaaa!)

Honestly, I love it.

I also love Tisaanah basically losing it. She was all about her cause but she's fucking had enough and I love it. Honestly, 90% of the characters in this series make me want to smash them and I genuinely get Caduan's "all the humans should be wiped off the face of the earth what they did to the fey" agenda. His "kill them all, let god sort them out" honestly makes a little too much sense.

Also, Caduan x Aefe break my heart so much because I am spoiled and I know Max and Tisaanah get their happy ending but Aefe and Caduan do not. (Side note - I kept wondering why we kept getting Aefe narration in book 2. I liked it but I saw no connection to the main storyline and then to learn Aefe is Reshaye, BEFORE they stripped her personhood from her and turned her into a mad weapon to be implanted into others oh my GOD.)

Like - she had so much honor and talent and they took it and wrecked it and destroyed ger and he went through impossible hell to rescue her and it's still not going to be enough to fix it. UGHHHHHH

ETA: honestly they break my heart.

[luxmaeastra]

He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be the person to decide these things. But Natalia could go into labor any hour - she couldn't come. Even if she desperately wanted to, even if she wanted this closure as much as he did.

He supposed as her mate, as the Heir to Terresan, and High King of Prythian in Exile - he had a say in all this.

Fucking Daglan and their protocols. He looked from where Keir knelt bound. His children held back by gaurds, forced to watch. They'd stopped crying, begging for their father back. Would his children be next? Would this be the justice come to them when all those he used to get here got their revenge?

He dragged his eyes to Helion, he looked half crazed. The light around wasn't like Noelle's even at her worst it didn't feel like the ground was melting - like a star was being dragged toward them.

"Do you understand now? If Keir hadn't done what he did that day none of this would have happened Sebastian! My sisters were taken by Valg, her parents were killed."

He stepped closer, the heat, the gravitation pull nearly made his knees buckle. Maybe it was the latent Daglan blood in his body that kept him upright. His grandmother had bowed to no one. Mala had been a child of Deia herself, her flame ran down his bloodline. Algelika weilded that better than he did, like she breathed but he knew how to access that magic too. His lightning sparked, unfurling around his feet.

"Helion -"

"DONT YOU WANT REVENGE?! DONT YIU WANT HIM TO PAY FOR DESTROYING YOUR FAMILY LIKE HE DID OURS?!"

He exhaled, laughing as he ran a hand through his hair. This madness it didn't start with Cassandra. Perhaps it is the last curse of the Reshaye, all that power but unable to mentally handle it.

It would be something it would do.

"We are on the same side Sebastian."

Sebastian looked back to Keir, to Mora the knife at her throat. She didn't beg, she didn't cry or weep. She only held his gaze, daring him to walk.

What was the legacy he wanted to leave his children? He'd promised Natalia he'd come back, that he'd live instead of die for her.

But he didn't see a way out of this, he didn't -

All this rage, this revenge. Yes, yes that's what he'd wanted. That's all he wanted then he'd held his boys.

It was cliche, but he wanted to make the world better for him. He wanted to do good, he wanted them to remember for the lives he saved and not the blood on his hands.

He turned and walked away, Helion's laughter echoing on the wind. He found Etele easy enough, but then she wasn't hiding. She looked young as she whirled to stare at him.

Her light blazed around her, but he was faster, moving behind her as he slit her throat. The Changeling poison seeping into her veins. He stepped back as she collapsed, as he felt the ground rock from the fallout. He mentally tightened the bond. He knelt before her, gripping her throat.

"Keir may have started this but your family continued this agony."

He turned from her, hearing the second heartbeat in the air. He held out a small vial of the antidote.

"Enough for one of you. Hope you're able to tell him that."

It would be enough for the baby inside but if they choose her, well then they didn't deserve the fucking legacy.

Sebastian looked down at Keir, the sky churning with dark clouds. He undid the bounds, dragging him to his feet. Helion was gone, the soldiers had fled. The children safe hiding behind their mother.

"Sebastian -"

"I did this for my children, for the peace of mind I need to wash my hands of is entire chapter."

He turned to Keir, letting that brokenness finally be seen.

"We trusted you. We loved you Keir like a brother. How could you think to do this -"

"It was never aimed at your families. I just wanted Night to fall for -"

"Save it. Don't contact me again."

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"How is she? Did she go into labor yet? Are the -"

"She's fine Sebastian, Noelle is with her as is Angelika and -"

Sebastian bit back a snarl as Cyrus touched his wrist.

"Sebastian what did you do?"

"I ended a fucking war. Now get out of my way before I electrocute you."

Cyrus blinked, stepping back, he strode into the house. She was fine, of course happily chatting. Sebastian couldn't stop the rising violence in him. He set his sword down, thankful the twins were in court - Khione and Boreas were prissy but as Boreas was a Daglan and Khione a Changeling - it was safer for them to be there.

"Get out."

Noelle snapped her head to him, she huffed.

"No. You're covered in blood but -"

//basixally Seb is about to loose control and just burn up his magic if he doesn't hr some kind of anchor or Centr soon?//

Discord and chaos, standing at the borders of day they could smell it within the air, they could taste it upon the wind. A small delegation gathered upon the border, not daring to enter despite the news they had received. Why would they? Even if it was their family, even if it was their blood. Thesan’s hand gripped her sister’s tightly, the newly crowned High Lady of Dawn stood tall as they could only see the chaos from a far.

“Keir told us not to get involved,” Endymion spoke up. “This goes back before the your sister returned to us Thesan.” The fall of Night, it had been the period of which Sarai and Thesan had been separated. After Spring had fallen each sister had been split up: Thesan had returned to Dawn while Sarai had been dragged to Night. There had been no warning about what was to happen, no whispers about the fall which would come.

His attention was fixed upon his mate’s twin, whose power swelled before dispersing with each moment. Her mating had been granted by her sister, a ceremony in Dawn. A place in Dawn, Sarai could have any role she desired but she had chosen the quieter life. A life along side the wolf, with Viren who was proving himself to be an ally and family member.

“Keir and his family will survive this, but our brother may not,” Sarai spoke up finally. “Helion is lead by his heart, he loves fully and hurts easily. When he is hurt he makes wrong decisions.”

Thesan looked back to Endymion - she didn’t need to say anything.

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Natalia looked from what she was working on, her attention drawn to Sebastian after he strode in the house. The scent of blood was thick, a wave of nausea flared up as she rose her hand up to cover her mouth. Even this late in her pregnancy, even with her labour impending.

A look of confusion crossed her face, the sudden actions and temper. She rose from where she was, ignoring the twinges. She reached out to touch her sister’s arm, assuring her she did not need to abide by his demand.

“She stays,” she countered as she moved forward. “For you are in no fit state to attend to me, and you return to me like this.” Her eyes narrowed.

“What have you done?”

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Children of Fallen Gods

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Tisaanah bargained away her freedom to The Orders in order to save those still trapped in slavery in Threll. Max is determined to keep her as safe as possible, but when they are betrayed Tisaanah and Max are pushed into an even deadlier conflict and Tisaanah takes risks with Reshaye’s power to win the Aran War. There are darker forces looming though, far darker than Max and Tisaanah can anticipate and it shakes their world.

“I miss you. Stay safe. Please.” Maxantarius Farlione owns my heart and there’s nothing anybody can do about it. This sweet boy deserves the world, he’s definitely my favorite book boyfriend that I’ve read in a long time. I literally couldn’t stop listening to this audiobook. I played it everywhere I went because I was so hooked.

[starlsssankt]

Orsus lowered their hand their blade disappearing, their eyes fixing on Anastasiya. She had wasted away, her face hollow. Her eyes glazed stumbling forward, the Mages died around them.

Orsus has instinctively thrown a sheild to dampen her magical effect on them. They hissed softly, she was far more powerful then she should be.

The commander of the witches, Jarl snickered. His fingers ran over Anastasiya's hair. His fingers playing with the ends before he dropped his hand.

"And what are you Orsus? What magic have you specialized in?"

Orsus thought quickly, they could call on their magic - kill Jarl and take Anastasiya home.

But the years under Simon and then Xaden made them pause and think. They had others who counted on them.

"What did you do to her?"

Silver fire flared in their eyes as they stepped closer.

"Did you touch her Jarl?"

Jarl rose an eyebrow and shook his head.

"My Matron wouldn't have allowed such an insult. She's still a powerful female."

He smirked stepped closer, not afraid like he should be.

"Now a truth for a truth. What are you? I've never seen such magic like that. I've never seen a blade like that."

Orsus swallowed, looking to Anastasiya.

"I'll tell you, I'll let your people have it - let her go."

Jarl chuckled stepping even closer.

"She'll die without the magical smoke we give her. It keeps her alive and docile. Isn't that wonderful? Isn't she beautiful?"

Orsus flicked the blade into their hands and looked to Jarl. The silver runes flared in cold fury.

"Then prepare to -"

Orsus screamed, their magic scrambling. Their pain intense - they fell to their knees.

Their mind was dizzy, they tried to move - to scramble away. They looked at Anastasiya who stood impassively at simply stood and watched.

This was a trap.

They looked to Jarl, he smiled at the realization showed in their eyes.

"We were payed handsomely for it. Pity I'll never know what you are Orsus. I'm sure we should could have fun together."

The black crown curled around their throat, their magic silencing. They couldn't find the energy to scream.

Eosphorous stared down at them, blue eyes dark and determined.

"We've been looking for you. We need you Orsus. My family never made the deal like Unir did. My father always warned him to let you go would cause calamity."

She reached for Orsus collar dragging them to their feet.

"We have rebels causing too much noise. Put them down and you'd be free of us."

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Bryce turned on the TV, freezing as the landspace of Pangera came onto the screen. She could feel Orion and the others around her.

They had meant to go there in a week. The landspace was burning and cratered. The camera focused on one figure a thing clad in armor so dark it seemed to eat the very light around them.

The announcer's voice was glib, excited.

"The Asteri finally have ended the rebels threat. They'd debuted Reshaye - a weapon so potent they'd only to need make one of them. It was made to hunt Ophion down and break their coded messages. We're finally going to have peace in the east."

//idk how but here//

Alive. That was literally all that he had to go on, all that he'd held to for years. Had it truly been that long? Sometimes, it felt like barely a day, and sometimes, it felt like centuries had passed since she'd walked away-- and he hadn't seen her since.

But over and over, Aleksander had known at least one very important truth--Anastasiya was alive. He could feel her enough to know that much, for he'd told himself over and over that he'd know if she was dead. He'd be able to tell, to feel it, if her soul was no longer in this realm.

He wasn't even sure if this rumor would turn up anything other than a dead end--like every single other one had. Not a whisper of Anastasiya had existed, not a sign of her presence in ages. And if Aleksander hadn't convinced himself that she lived, he might grow to doubt it. Might start to think she had actually fallen--

Boots crunched on thick snow, nearly two feet deep. His thick, black cloak fell around him, hood pull low enough to block out the howling, blistering wind that bit against his skin as it blew off the mountains to the north. So close to places that he'd rather not be, too... so close to countries, to borders, who'd rather see him dead and destroyed if given half the chance--

There.

A flicker of... something. Red, pale--but it was color against the blanket of white snow that covered the entire area, a break in the intensity of the blinding white. Aleksander squinted against the light, the way the sun shone off the snow, as each step brought him closer and closer to the form ahead...

To her.

❝ Ana. ❞

Her name left him quietly, a rush of air, before Aleksander ran the rest of the way, falling to her side as he rushed to see if she was still breathing. ❝ Ana... ❞

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[thevictoryofthepeople]

//For Erebus!!!//

Reshaye didn't know who this other was, if he was truly a god like the races of the world said - or something else. It looked to the horizon, the sky painted red like a battle field.

"They used to worship me, used to - I was the void for this universe. The Empty, the very foundation they built their magic and belief on. They - I was the neutral ground, I held shrines and altars. Then they got greedy, shattered and broke me into this...form."

It shook, fingers running over its skin, it didn't have skin before. It didn't have a form before this. It had been blissfully asleep, eternally unaware of this world and the rot inside it.

"50,000 years they used me Kin. 50,000 years I was their tool and weapon. I don't - I don't know who I am, who I've become infected and marred in the filth of this world."

It looked to Erebus something warm flaring inside them. Was this what the creatures called hope?

"Can you fix me?"

//VIC. LOOK I HAVE AN ELDRITCH ENTITY AGAIN!! WEEEE//

QUESTIONS OUTSIDE THE CLOUD OF DARKNESS | ALWAYS OPEN ✿.｡.:* erebus ask - for reshaye | @siderealxmelody

☆:**:. The primordial god's tongue was taken from him. speech gone as if he was a child who still did not know how to utter words much less string together comprehensible sentences. The being in front of him was a different one than he had encountered previously. He had no idea how to move forward, especially with the inquiry that was brought up.

Fix it?

What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't like it was a machine. Hell, even if it was, he wasn't the type to deal with engineering. He was the god of shadows, the darkness. He was the forgotten one. Simply existing under the platforms of his family. What could he do?

Yet, he could see the broken pieces of this being. It reminded him of himself.

How mildly upsetting, and that was putting it lightly.

"It seems that you have been through much. I do not know how I can help you," he said. "Nor do I believe I can fully fix you as you requested. However, I do not lack empathy. I will do what I can to assist you. Though, if you seek to better the world, that may prove harder to do. Will you still go along with me or will you venture somewhere else?"

[animezinglife]

I love Carissa Broadbent, and yes I've read it!

I love how much thought has gone into this, though I definitely agree with your original post/tags: if ACOTAR were written by Carissa rather than Sarah, then I have no doubt she'd take this deep of a dive with this level of twists and turns. CB's propensity for extremely complex, massive worldbuilding that extends to the gods is nothing to scoff at. I could see that with Tisaanah; with Reshaye and Aefe. I could see Caduan's obsession and cold anger driving that ruin and decay; Nura's "ambition" and corruption doing the same.

I think you have a good point in how this is read, though. I've not been quiet about Sarah not having a clue how to utilize punctuation and her editors sleeping on the job in every single book, but this comma placement does imply that the lady of night and princess of decay are one and the same (not Feyre and Nesta). Fanged beast and trembling fawn are implied to be separate, so it's confusing with Nesta being so closely associated with death and decay later on. It's a riddle, but it's oddly written.

In theory, it would be referring to the three sisters: sun (Elain), moon (Feyre), and dark (Nesta).

Rot (Nesta) and bloom (Elain) and bones (Feyre, maybe?).

Life (Elain), death (Nesta), rebirth (Feyre, reborn and Made of the high lords' power).

The idea of these all being Feyre are interesting, though, and one I hadn't considered before.

This may end up being another, "Stay with the high lord" gotcha moment later on, but I love that this has inspired so much thought and a different take.

Thank you for sharing this!

Do you ever just think about a theory or a headcanon about acotar and then you're like: nah, sjm is not that creative to ever think of it?

God I wish I could write...

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[animezinglife]

They're not even prominent characters, but just the fact that Ezra (who is Fey) will have to watch not only his human wife grow old and die, but his own (mixed) children and their children after that because they don't have the Fey immortality is devastating.

No wonder he's so shut down and broken on top of every other reason.

Anyway, this is why I don't want any of the Prythian Fae we know and love to end up mated to humans. I don't want that pain for either of them.

Pretty sure we can't just conveniently keep tossing them into Cauldrons or killing them and having the High Lords bring them back to life so they can get their happily-ever-after.

[siderealxmelody]

RESHAYE FINALLY HAS AN APPEARANCE

@starlsssankt

@luxmaeastra

The silver eyes comes when they use their magic. I hc they're kinda a surrogate sibling for Xaden and Zimri? Seb and Nat thought to give it love instead of using it like a weapon. It's still the Soul of the Ostium and all that. Just now it finally has agency and an appearance!!!

[siderealxmelody]

But Orsus wasn't listened, hadn't heard whatever it was Xaden had said. Their blade burned, brighter than it ever had. Orsus realized they'd run out of time.

They looked to Xaden as the room dimmed, as the blade fell to the floor, anchoring itself to the ground.

The darkness grew from that point, outwards and upwards. Consuming and twisting, blanketing them both.

"I'm sorry. I - I had hoped you wouldn't ever had to meet them."

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Reshaye rose from the darkeness, the oppressive silence. It's form slowly formed, it though briefly to take Xaden's looks - that would drive the point home no?

They settled to take Orsus, perhaps these things needed consistency. They stepped forward, blocking the area Orsus had been. Darkness in their eyes, cosmos, fate destroying and breaking down by the Void.

"You all piss me off you know. You all whisper how you'd never abandon them. You all say you'd choose them -"

Reshaye sneered at Xaden's blade, the room pusling with it.

"And then you dare to raise a blade to them. You a thing bones and flesh think to threaten a God, a Titan of stars and cosmos in their blood. You should be shackled and killed. You should be -"

Reshaye laughed, tilting their head behind them.

"Aw Orsus likes you. I'm not allowed to hurt you. How dreadfully boring."

ANSWERED ASK ::

Orsus hated being boxed in, hated being forced in a damn corner. They glared, their blade burning cold in their hand.

"Come on Orsus you always had something to say. So why are you quiet? Is it because Violet is actually good and you're just -"

"You'll choose her over me. You'll already doing that."

Orsus gritted their teeth, stepping toward Xaden.

"You'll - she'll take you away from me."

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Xaden frowned, lowering his own blade. That-- Well, needless to say, that wasn't the response he had expected. He shook his head, the frown only deepening.

❝ You're serious. You think-- No one is taking me away from you. That'll never happen. We're-- No. I won't let it. ❞

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