#rhysand is utter garbage

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Another thing I’ll never understand about the ACOTAR fandom is why playing an instrument is an ick!!

Tamlin playing the fiddle which is just a violin basically (believe me I’ve seen art depictions of people confusing a fiddle with a flute) is honestly amazing to me, the violin/fiddle is also one of the most difficult instruments to master & yet Tamlin plays it so well it captivates EVERYONE!!

You know what is icky THE BAT BOYS.

Tamlin has ACTUAL hobbies: playing the fiddle, writing poetry, a few times it’s been eluded to that he likes gardening

meanwhile the flying rodents do nothing but drink, gamble, fuck, lie, steal, beat, bully, torment, harass, exploit, abuse, imprison, gaslight & manipulate, dress their partner in clothes made by their mother, breed, force people to secrecy, attack, buy more homes than need be. There’s probably more but off the top of my head that’s the basics & none of which are hobbies or anything to fall in love over.

[blodgmonster]

Just finished up my ACOMAF reread. Gonna share thoughts that no one asked for.

- Tamlin, Tamlin, Tamlin, you complete and utter IDIOT. God, he drove me batshit. "Maybe I could train?" "No, Feyre, you are not going to train." "I have powers, maybe I could help?" "No, you can't help, you haven't been trained." DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF??? "Tamlin, I feel like I'm drowning." * NUCLEAR FUCKING EXPLOSION * What an absolute piece of shit. Working with Hybern to get her back when she CLEARLY stated she didn't want to come back. Grow the fuck up and move on, dipshit.

-- Rhysand, you have some explaining to do as well, my dude. He never apologizes to Feyre for what he did Under the Mountain. Instead he tries to justify it. And then in the Hewn City. That scene is not as sexy as I remember it being. Yes, she has consented but why would he even ask her to play that role? He himself survived sexual assault and is scarred from having to play whore to a tyrant. Why would he ask his mate to do the same thing? And then when Keir calls her a whore, he gets pissed. Like, dude, what did you expect? He definitely improves in this one but he is not the perfect man the fandom likes to paint him as.

-- Feyre just...paints the walls in someone else's house. Kinda rude? Also, it would be so funny if she was actually a really shitty artist.

-- I genuinely do NOT like what SJM does to Feyre in later books vis a vis becoming a mother. Feyre CLEARLY states in this book that she doesn't want kids yet. She wants to live and have adventures. A wonderful, valididating thing to have our main character say. And then SJM has her completely change her mind (coincidentally when SJM herself was preggo) and get knocked up as a * gag * a gift to Rhysand. Who then goes completely overboard trying to protect her when she's preggo (rather like someone else) and he can't even save her fucking life. Her sister, whom he treats like garbage, has to make a sacrifice in order to do so. Sarah Janet, Sarah, I just want to talk.

-- Girl, I fucking LOVE Nesta so damn much.

-- I NEED to know more about Mor. She drops all these little hints and things that she's SUPER powerful but we haven't seen it in action. MORE MOR!

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SEBASTIAN, kirei, gilgamesh, the darkling, alina, zoya, genya, nikolai, rhysand, feyre. this will keep you busy i am sorry. but i had to add the last two for the suffering

I already did Sebastian!

Fate Characters

Kirei:

I love him! No notes. I’ve said this before but watching Zero with no context was really funny because he’s introduced in a fairly low key way but it’s immediately like “WHAT is wrong with this man?” simply because of the (english dub and original) voice actor choices.

Frankly he’s got to be the main highlight of the series for me. He’s this very fun combination of fun!horrible, gross, and miserable. I love the wildly different bullshit he gets up to depending on the Stay Night route. I do wish he was slightly more present sometimes but Heavens Feel III was really awesome about giving him some very fun scenes.

I do wish we got some more Emiya Gohan style fluff content featuring him? Or something focusing on the post Zero, pre Stay Night days. But that doesn’t have much to do with the story proper lol.

My main main critique of Stay Night is lack of focus on his relationship with Rin, though that ties into my general “Stay Night should be about Rin” complaint tbh! But yeah we never see her react at all to his various villain reveals? Like in UBW he kidnaps her, or in Stay Night (Saber route) he fucking stabs her. She generally seems really unfazed by any of it! If she expected him to be that evil all along, I want to see more of why! If she didn’t, then I’d like his reveal to have any impact?

Gilgamesh:

Gilgamesh is SO interesting! His lore is a little harder for me to follow because the majority seems to be in FGO and/or Strange Fake and I have less familiarity with either. (I still do not understand how the fuck FGO works)

But just the differences between Archer and Caster Gilgamesh are so wild. And also simply from a craft perspective, I don’t often see a character who’s allowed to run such a wild gamut between unambiguous villain and protagonist. So just seeing that big of a range is very cool.

Grishaverse Characters

The Darkling:

I love him so much. He’s so fucking awful and petty and stupid. I’m forever pissed off that the fandom does NOT appreciate him for the mess that he is, and instead see him as this boring woobie who’s never done anything wrong in his life. The sheer wasted potential in terms of fandom content is so sad because he’s so popular! But no one’s actually bothering to engage with the character.

In terms of “wasted potential” and “done dirty by the creator” I just think that KoS was. uh. garbage. I actually liked his RoW shenanigans a lot. But choosing to bring him back via bee goddess was stupid, sorry. Also I think there was a lot of wasted potential in TGT wrt how one note his role was. LB “killed him off” at the end of each book and then at the start of the next one he’s always like “nvm I’m back! and more insane!” which on one level is iconic af. But also I think she could’ve done more interesting things with him.

Also I’ve said this before I think but I would’ve loved to see more focus on what he actually does once he’s briefly in power. He *is* ruling the country for the first time, after wanting to for who knows how many centuries. I would’ve loved to see what he even attempted to do, if anything. And if he did literally nothing and only focused on hunting down Alina? Then that itself would’ve been a fairly powerful point to focus on, because it highlights how all his noble talk of bettering the country and saving people is utter bullshit.

Alina:

I love her! She deserved so much better! It’s really frustrating how KoS completely sidelined her and then brought back the Darkling to undercut her arc and all her sacrifices.

On the one hand, I kind of respect the sentiment of like “let her rest.” But hardcore not for this series when the R&R feels like it’s forcibly shoving her back in the kitchen and admonishing her for ever wanting anything else :/

Idk the misogyny inherent to Alina’s storyline just makes me really sad for her!

Zoya:

I love her a lot but she’s just so unevenly written rip. Also like I don’t really appreciate the retconned race swapping for brownie points. I understand and respect LB wanting to make the series more diverse but the way this was done leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I feel like KoS just pivoted her character into such a completely different direction and then turned around and insisted that actually she’s always been like that lol. Making her Alina 2.0 Girlboss Version just did not work for me, I already really liked Zoya for Zoya.

Genya:

Genya had the single most interesting in S&B but then I feel like she got hardcore sidelined as the story progressed. She just never was as dynamic after that, and I feel like that was LB struggling to balance too many plot threads. I just wish she had more going on and more to do as the story progressed.

Also it really creeps me out how people in the fandom talk about her. Particularly Darkling stans. But ugh.

Nikolai:

Love him! Hate his duology!

He’s a character that, while always delightful to read about, is also most interesting to me conceptually. I just wish LB had done more with him.

Especially with KoS, like I was really disappointed with the utter lack of engagement with post monster trauma.

ACOTAR Characters:

Rhysand:

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

Rhysand pisses me off so bad because he had SO MUCH potential. He’s so fucking interesting in ACOTAR. And then literally everything in ACOMAF onwards happens.

Feyre:

Idk did she even really have a personality? Especially as the series progresses she’s just reduced to a caricature that knows nothing but judging other people and being horny for Rhysand.

Send me a character and I’ll do a bingo board for them!

[theladyofdeath]

Castaway. {ACOTAR/Chapter 4}

Word Count: 3,168

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: Decided to switch it up and add some scenes told buy our favorite baby bats. I want to remind all my (beautiful wonderful magnificent) readers, especially before we dive into the next few chapters, that this story deals with some sensitive content (see Castaway masterlist for details) and is intended for mature readers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I would love to know what you all think! :)

September 5 – The day after I got punched in the face. Again.

I consider myself a forgiving person.

I don’t always come off as the nicest around, but I do my best.

I’ve been dealt an interesting hand – we all have.

And yet, we’ve tried our best to get away from our pasts. To move on. To make something of ourselves.

But my past keeps following me around.

Everywhere I go, he’s there.

It’s not that I’m scared of him. I’m not.

But my skin crawls at the sight of the him. Bile rises in my throat with every word that comes out his misogynistic, hypocritical mouth.

And the thought that he has someone like her – kind, smart, beautiful – the thought that he kisses her, beds her….

It’s revolting.

I don’t think I will ever get the sight out of my mind of her fear when he lost his temper.

Still waiting for the day karma comes to claim him.

 Sincerely,

Orphan boy

 Rhysand read over the rubric. Again.

Summary of project: Ten paintings, five by each member of the pair. They must be submitted by the deadline, November 1. This is part of your final, and will count as twenty percent of your final grade. Paintings will be added to your portfolio.

Guidelines: Each member must complete five paintings of their partner in various poses. No two paintings should look alike. Be creative. Do your best.

Rhys threw the paper across the room before he could read any more. Feyre wouldn’t even look at him for the remainder of the class period – how were they supposed to work together?

His head fell into his hands, causing him to flinch. Shit.

That morning, he had woken up to a pounding in his head and the loss of sight in his left eye, due to the swelling. He had a thousand reasons to hate Tamlin, and the night before was just the icing on top of the cake of utter hatred.

His roommate threw open his bedroom door, and froze at the sight of Rhysand sprawled out on the futon.

“Fuck, mate,” he said, eyes growing wide. “You look like shit.”

Rhysand blinked, with the one eye that could. “Thanks. So do you.”

Kallias glanced down at his red, silky boxers. “Viv got me these for Christmas last year. She thinks I look sexy in them.”

Rhys just grinned.

Kallias and his girlfriend, Viviane, had been together for nearly two years. Rhysand was waiting for the day he would ask her to marry him, and he knew it was coming. But, the two had been roommates since freshman year, and he would secretly be somewhat sad when the semester was over and the two would graduate, Kallias moving on to marry the love of his life and start a family. While Rhys will get his degree in architectural engineering……and that was it.

He had no more plans after that.

“Viv and I are going to dinner tomorrow night. Care to join?”

“And be the third wheel?” Again?

“Bring a date,” Kallias suggested. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

It had. Rhys hadn’t even kissed another girl since Amarantha – she had scarred him a bit too deeply. It’s not that he was in love with her. He loathed the woman. But, she kept coming back. And Rhys….he had trouble getting away. She was seductive, and captivating. Beautifully manipulative. After he had finally said goodbye, and considered her a part of the past, Rhys had a hard time getting close to women. He’d gone on a few dates, but didn’t take any of them back home with him.

“Who would I bring as a date?” Rhys scoffed.

He ignored the first face that popped into his mind as the throbbing in his eye worsened.

“Anyone. Come on, mate. It’ll be fun. You may even enjoy yourself.”

Rhysand grumbled. He couldn’t remember the last time he truly enjoyed himself. “I’ll think about it.”

He knew he was in a mood. He knew he was feeling sorry for himself, and probably seemed pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. Kallias didn’t seem to mind, though. He had seen Rhys at his best, and his worst. He gave his roommate a pat on the back before heading to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.

The door to their apartment swung open and Mor swept in. It was always a dramatic entrance with that one.

She took one look at Rhys before halting. “Your face.”

“I’ve noticed,” Rhys muttered.

“Did you at least hit him back?”

“No, I handled it like a mature adult,” Rhys proclaimed. “After telling him to fuck off and throwing a certain finger in his direction.”

Mor shook her head, suppressing a wistful smile. “What are we going to do with you?”

Rhysand threw his hands in the air. “I wasn’t the one throwing punches!”

“Good morning, Mor,” Kallias smiled, directing the conversation away from his mutilated face, to Rhysand’s relief.

The stares he had received on his way to class that morning were much different than the usual stares of adoration he typically received.  

“Good morning.” She openly observed his silk undies. “Viv certainly is a lucky lady, isn’t she. Is she here?”

“At work,” Kallias explained. “Should be here soon, though. She worked the night shift. She’s been doing a lot of overtime lately. She said they just hired a new nurse, though, so hopefully things will go back to normal. She’s exhausted.”

Mor frowned. “Hopefully. I haven’t seen her in weeks.”

“Morrigan,” Rhys interrupted, smiling when Mor grimaced at the use of her whole first name. “Not that I don’t love your unexpected presence, but aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

She rolled her eyes. “Cancelled. Professor got food poisoning.”

“And you didn’t have anything better to do than come stare at Kal in his silk panties?”

Kallias winked as Mor rolled her eyes at her older brother. “I’ve come with a note for you from a certain roommate of mine.”

Rhys sat up and grabbed the folded-up paper from in between Mor’s fingers. “Did you read it?”

Mor blinked. “Of course I read it.”

Kallias leaned over the back of the futon as Rhys opened it up, and read out loud, “We will meet at your apartment. I will be there tomorrow night at 11. We will begin then.” Kallias took the note and read it again, silently. “And here I was, thinking you haven’t gotten laid lately.”

Rhys snatched the note back and read it for himself. “I haven’t. It’s for a project.”

“Awfully secretive for a project,” Kallias crooned.

“That’s because she’s O’Brien’s girlfriend,” Mor informed him.

Kallias stared at Rhys. “She’s Tamlin’s girlfriend?”

Rhys nodded.

“As in the one who gave you that.” He gestured toward his roommate’s face. “Not to mention everything else the bastard has done.”

“Feyre isn’t to blame,” Rhys said, simply. “She probably doesn’t even know about……Tamlin’s cunning. He puts on a good show, we know that. But, yes – we got paired together in the elective I’m taking.”

Kallias whistled. “You’re entering dangerous territory.”

Rhys shrugged. “I stopped being scared of Tamlin a long time ago.”

“Why don’t you just drop the class?” Mor asked. “Or ask for a new partner?”

“That’s a bit much, don’t you think?” Rhys laughed. “It’s just an assignment. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Mor blinked. “Have you looked in the mirror today?”

Rhys rose to his feet and balled up the note, tossing it across the room into the garbage can in the kitchen. “Like I said. I’m not scared of Tamlin.”

 The fashion world was new for Azriel. He was a mechanic. His hands were calloused, and often dirty, considering he was used to working with grease and various automobile parts. It was always a relief when Elain gave him a task that didn’t have him handling the clothes…..He was always afraid he would ruin them in one way or another before they even made it onto a rack.

But today, he built shelves.

“It’s looking great, Elain.” Azriel glanced around The Fawn, admiring all the work they had put into the small boutique over the last month. “Have I mentioned how proud I am of you?”

He caught Elain blush just before she turned away from him, to hang up another dress on the rack. “Once or twice.”

“You deserve the praise,” he said, watching her for one second too long. “You’ve got a date tonight?”

“I do,” she faltered. “I’m thinking about wearing this. What do you think?”

Azriel watched as Elain lifted the knee-length, olive green dress up to her body. “I think you would look beautiful in that dress. But you will be beautiful in whatever you wear.”

Elain hesitated – Azriel caught the look in her soft, brown eyes as she stared at him. He told himself he should look away, but he didn’t. Neither of them said anything as they watched one another in the silence of the boutique, the humming of their air conditioning the only sound that could be heard above Azriel’s nervous breathing.

“Would you like to come over and help me get ready?” she asked, her voice quieter than it had been before he’d said what he did.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

He didn’t know why he said it. No, he didn’t want to help her get ready for a date with Lucien. He wanted to come over, hang out, and watch movies while they ate a bunch of junk like they usually did.

Neither of them said anything else as Azriel turned back toward the shelves he was hanging.

And as he attached the wooden shelves to the wall, he couldn’t help but think of all the other things he would like to do with Elain Archeron.

 Cassian waited.

He’d taken a cab because he didn’t want to bother Azriel, as he knew he was helping Elain at the boutique all afternoon.

After the cab dropped him off at the curb, he hobbled down the brick path, toward the center of the park, where a small pond was surrounded by trees and paths and benches.

On one of the benches sat an elderly couple. They were holding hands and whispering into each other’s ears. Cassian wondered if it had always been that way – if when you find the love of your life, every date is like the very first one.

The other bench had a homeless man sleeping on it. Cassian had removed his jacket and laid it over him. He didn’t even stir as Cassian went on his way after slipping a five-dollar bill that was left in his jeans into the man’s new coat pocket.

He’d occupied the last free bench, sitting just off the side of the main path, staring at the pond. There were ducks swimming, and he’d wished he had brought something to feed them while he waited.

He knew it was a lost cause. He knew there was a slim chance that she would actually show. But, he went anyway.

And he waited for her.

After thirty minutes passed, he had perfected a duck call to communicate with the furry, swimming birds.

After an hour passed, he had already scrolled through every social media feed on his phone at least twice.

After two hours passed, he attempted to balance one of his crutches in the palm of his hand. And failed fifteen times before becoming successful.

And, after two and a half hours had come and gone, Cassian rose to his healthy foot, and took the crutches under his arms.

He didn’t know what it was about her – Nesta Archeron – that made his palms sweaty, and his heart race at unhealthy levels. She was rude. She was incredibly difficult to talk to. And, she had not given him any indication that she had any sort of attraction to him.

Except when her slim fingers had lingered when she was helping him out of that damn hospital gown, and when she had blushed when he’d called her his future wife.

And yet, Cassian felt a tug in her direction. There was something about her that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

She was different.

But, after three hours, Cassian hobbled back down the brick path. He didn’t bother trying to get a cab before he hobbled two blocks back to Azriel’s apartment.

 Azriel knocked on her door just before seven.

“Come in!” he heard a soft, sweet voice from the other side.

A small, black cat greeted him as soon as he opened the door. “Hey, Shadow.”

The kitten gave him a soft meow before brushing up against his shins, and lying on his boots once Azriel had discarded them by the welcome rug.

“Elain?”

“Bedroom!” she called.

“Are you decent?” he called, and hated himself for the tingly feeling in his gut as he awaited her answer.

Elain laughed. “Yes, I’m decent. Come in!”

Once Azriel turned the corner that led into her bedroom, his mouth fell subtly open.

She looked stunning. The olive-green dress hugged her frame in all the right places. She wore a silver necklace that dangled in between the deep neckline of the dress, the long sleeves hiding the tattoo of a sunflower she had on her forearm.

Azriel loved that tattoo. He was there with her when she got it, and held her hand the entire time.

She caught his gaze in the reflection of her floor length mirror and smiled. “What do you think?”

Azriel cleared his throat as she turned to face him. “You look beautiful.”

Her smile deepened as she patted her mattress. “Sit. Help me with shoes.”

This wasn’t anything new. Azriel had helped her get ready for dates before, but it was early in their friendship. Elain hadn’t dated anyone for years. Neither had Azriel. Over time, he had come to care for Elain more and more.

He had begun to fall in love with her.

She was perfect. She was beautiful, smart, kind, graceful…..any man would be a fool not to see the beauty she had, inside and out.

But, they were friends. That’s how Elain saw him, and he didn’t want to mess that up. Didn’t want to destroy the bond that he cherished so much, that they had created between the two of them.

“How about the brown ones?” Azriel suggested, taking a seat on top of the fluffy, purple comforter.

“The wedges or the flats?”

Azriel blinked. “The…..brown ones.”

Elain laughed, taking two different brown shoes out of her closet. One had a thick heel, the other did not.

He pointed to the ones on the left, the ones with the heel.

“Wedges,” Elain confirmed, giving him a wink.

Azriel grinned. “Noted. Next time I’ll be sure to correctly label your shoes.”

Elain sat next to him as she strapped on her wedges. It was then that Azriel caught a better glimpse of the necklace she wore.

“It’s my favorite,” she said, when she caught him looking.

He’d gifted it to her for her birthday, the year after they had met. A small set of silver antlers hung from the chain.

“You reminded me of a deer,” Azriel said, and when Elain raised her brows, he continued with a smile. “Graceful. Beautiful. Peaceful. Could kick a guy in the face if feeling threatened.”

Her serious expression faded, and she began to giggle. “That’s true.”

“As long as it’s not me.”

“Don’t threaten me, then.”

Azriel smiled, and reached up to brush a curly lock of golden-brown hair back that had fallen from her braid. He froze, midway there.

Elain looked as if she’d stopped breathing.

Azriel let his hand fall back to his lap. “You…..a hair, um, fell loose.”

Alarm filling her eyes, Elain waltzed back to the mirror.

“Well,” Azriel stood, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I should get going. Cass has been gone all afternoon. I’m beginning to worry.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, giving him an encouraging smile through her reflection. “I’m sure he’s fine. Let me know when you find him?”

Azriel simply nodded before coming up behind her in the mirror.

They were complete opposites. Elain looked like a beaming ray of sunshine, while Azriel….

He was darkness. Thick, dark hair hung over his hazel eyes. His black jeans were ripped in the knees, and his black and gray plaid shirt revealed the tattoos on his forearms, on his chest. He wore fingerless gloves to hide the scars on his hands.

The only people who had ever seen his hands without the gloves were his family.

And Elain.

“Want to take Shadow for the night? She needs some love. I’ve been gone a lot lately.”

When she turned toward him, after fixing her braid, he nodded. “Of course.”

“Great.” She took one last look in the mirror, and he had to force himself to push his jealousy aside.

“You look perfect,” he promised, before backing back out into the hall. “Have fun, okay? Tell me how it goes.”

“I will,” she said, and maybe it was his imagination, but she almost seemed sad to watch him go.

After one last smile, Azriel turned around and walked away.

He didn’t look back as he grabbed Shadow, and his boots, and went back to his apartment across the hall.

Cassian was passed out on the couch when he entered, and Rhysand was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of leftover pasta from Azriel’s fridge.

Azriel blinked. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Rhys said, mouth full. “We just got here.” He motioned to Cassian with a nod of his head. “Caught him walking here from Harris Street Park. Chasing after some girl. Again.”

Azriel chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

Rhysand put down his fork, and lifted an eyebrow at his brother. “You don’t look so good. You okay?”

“Yeah,” Azriel promised, sounding much more confident than he really was. He set Shadow down on the floor before unbuttoning his plaid shirt, and throwing it in an armchair that sat in the corner.

“I don’t know why you don’t just ask her out,” Rhys said, taking yet another bite. “You two are made for each other.”

“She doesn’t see me like that,” was all he said.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Like that.”

Rhysand just shrugged, as Shadow curled into a ball under the table at his feet. “Never know until you try.”

But he wouldn’t try. Elain meant too much to him. He couldn’t lose her.

He didn’t deserve her, anyway. Elain Archeron was a rare gift in this cruel, obscene world. She deserved someone……better. Someone with a good job. And a good, normal family. And a nice car. And whatever else she had named that made Lucien seem perfect on paper.

She deserved someone that could give her everything she ever wanted.

And Azriel….

He was nobody. He didn’t make much. His car was crap and his family was beautiful, to him, but surely not normal. Not even his parents loved him. He didn’t even love himself.

So how could she?

Chapter 5 coming soon.

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I just want to say that Rhysand stripping away Feyre’s bodily autonomy aka the refusal to tell her about the dangers of the pregnancy is on the same level as a woman’s boyfriend or husband asking for the “Husband stitch” when she’s at her weakest & most vulnerable…BOTH are complete betrayals of trust to the highest degree & BOTH actions are worthy of separation/divorce & Feyre should have never have forgiven that flying pest because if she can’t trust him to be forthcoming when she’s at her most vulnerable & weakest she can never trust him at all.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

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If I start off something off with “another thing” or “one thing” just know I’m about to rant on here😂😂😩😩😭😭 & on that note…buckle up because this is a long one.

It absolutely baffles me that Feyre throughout ACOSF shows ZERO initiative or indication on wanting to know as much as she can about her baby/pregnancy, she’s a FIRST TIME MOTHER-TO-BE & this girl shows not a single ounce of “first-time-mom syndrome” Feyre’s lack of care towards her & her baby’s wellbeing whilst pregnant is to me absolutely diabolical & insane.

What I mean by this is at not one point has it ever been established that Feyre showed the initiative to get 2nd & maybe even 3rd opinions from different midwives/healers or even Illyrian mothers & find out information for herself about her son & her own health during pregnancy, I don’t know what wtf SJM was thinking making Feyre completely & utterly dependent on Rhysand relaying information or even Madja for that matter, it completely blows my mind that SJM’s thought process for Feyre throughout this whole ordeal was to make her so vulnerable that she shouldn’t even be aware that her own baby would likely kill her during the delivery.

I can 100% understand that Feyre wants to enjoy the pregnancy & be “in the moment” with the pregnancy experience but what I can’t grapple with is Feyre being so content & uncaring to find out all the information she can about having an Illyrian baby/baby with wings, like she was told directly by Madja that the delivery would be difficult & from that as far as we all know she made NO attempts to get as much info as she can to help herself & her son…as a first time mom…being that nonchalant?!!?!!! Like wtf?!!!

I can’t understand how she can be told the labour will be difficult & not do a damn thing herself to find ways to potentially make it easier such as finding out from others aka Lucien if he knows anything about shifting whilst pregnant, why the hell didnt Rhysand or any of the others think to go to Spring & ask Tamlin if he knows anything about risks of shifting during pregnancy since…you know shifting is HIS thing, they have no problem trespassing in Spring for secret meetings or going their to taunt an already depressed & suicidal Tamlin but when you actually need his help yet again they all suddenly get amnésia including Feyre?!!?!

To me Feyre’s inability to find things out for herself & relied on everyone else to find the information out & hope they relay it back truthfully (which in the end they did not) is not only careless but reckless too & just shows how much she wasn’t ready to be a mother, unless we end up getting a POV or flashback POV of Feyre’s thoughts surrounding her pregnancy then naturally I’ll change my stance on this situation.

Also Madja needs to NEVER & I mean NEVER be allowed to be a practicing healer EVER AGAIN!! That female is absolutely disgusting & diabolical too, she as a female making a choice for Feyre in not telling her she & her baby may die & by extension Rhysand of course, I don’t care if she was forbade by Rhysand what she did was absolutely disgusting, can you imagine how many other females in The Night Court have potentially lost their lives because Madja made a call that wasn’t hers to make on a mother & baby’s wellbeing.

And I will stand 10 toes down behind Nesta telling Feyre the birthing dangers but I don’t agree with how/the way it came out but I also understand why she in that moment she blurted it out to Feyre, it was a lose lose predicament to be in & had Feyre taken the initiative to find out more info on her pregnancy herself maybe she would have known about this already & maybe been prepared.

I really want to believe that Feyre was more involved in her own pregnancy & was showing some semblance of that first-time-mom syndrome but based off of everything we did get with ACOSF everything so far is saying she didn’t, which is just so sad that even at her most vulnerable SJM chose to make Feyre even more vulnerable by purposely having her mate/husband & family keep such a thing from her & not have her act like a mom-to-be