#vivi tfota

[myhyperfixationisbooks]

Vivi *arguing with Madoc*: This bloodline ends with me. Jude *whispers to Taryn*: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

[madockisser]

Madoc/ Oriana parallel

something about oriana cutting liris womb open to salavge all that is left of the woman she loves and madoc cutting down eva and taking the twins to salvage what he had left of the woman he loves, is what makes me love orianas and madocs relationship so much.

the parallels between a loving friend, using a blade to honor her close friends last wish, to protect and save the child whom she then protects with her life and regards as her own child,

and a general’s bloodthirsty, vengeful nature, of which tends to spiral out of control, using his blade to defend his honor, and then caring for the children of his victims as though they are his own, are just so fucking beautiful.

I could’ve worded this better but i will say this now and forever, holly black, you are a fucking genius.

and i am waiting on that madoc/ oriana book pls 🙏🛐

(Emptying out my drafts bc i have 82 of them but most are unfinished)

[ivycrestfell]

i think it’s really bittersweet that madoc didn’t tell Jude and Taryn and vivi that their mother and father knew each other in elfhame.

Jude was surprised to hear that Justin was ever in elfhame. (I love how she thinks it’s normal for human fathers to have a forge in their backyard)

He allowed them to believe that eva and Justin were (mostly) innocent, that their deaths were unprovoked. Though in madocs eyes of course they weren’t, but he didn’t want them to think lesser of their mother and father for being unloyal, thieves, murderers, and arsonists lol.

on the other hand, he may have just done so to shield himself from the shame that his wife left with his blacksmith.

but in a world where taking lovers isn’t frowned upon, the more the merrier and whatnot when it comes to relationships, i doubt it. Though of course having lovers is different from marrying your husbands blacksmith and faking your death (and taking his baby) is another story.

Also I’m surprised no one told Jude and Taryn and vivi about it. Especially vivienne. I feel like she could’ve known, and maybe kept it from Jude and Taryn? She had some friends in elfhame, and i suspect, the way she dwelled on her memories of their family and the mortal world, that she asked anyone about her mother.

Anyway idk feel free to add on 🫶

[iliveinyourceiling65]

Ok idk if this is an unpopular opinion, but I don’t like Taryn at all-

[cynicalclairvoyantcadaver]

Why leave, did I not give you enough? (Part 2)

Was it because of Oriana? Madoc had not seen much of her interactions with the children, but they might have been apprehensive of new stepmother-Vivienne certainly taunted him about his infidelity to his previous wife. And when she had said at the wedding, in front of everyone, that Oriana certainly hadn't married Madoc because even his first wife didn't want him, he had thought that he might kill her. Certainly his stare had silenced her, but she continued to smirk and many fairies silently laughed. He had not been able to face her after the event. Everyone knew about and questioned (Even silently ridiculed) his two human daughters. Yet he continued, and they had come to be accepted over time. The fairies questioned him no more. He wondered if they had cut off her top ring finger or whether it had really been an accident as she claimed. It had been almost 2 weeks since they had gone-the first few days, he had been too busy to notice, yet at the end of 4 days with none of his daughters running around and yelling, he had begun to worry. And then he had checked on them, and they hadn't been there. And he had searched, and they hadn't been there, and then he had searched more, and they were gone. It was only the next day that they had come back, and when he had seen them there, they had run to him, and he had run to them, and then tear-stricken apologies and half-explanations tumbled from their mouths, and Vivienne had looked at them through her cat eyes, blinking back tears, betrayal and anger and grief blazoned on her face like a painting for the world to see. And he had sunk upon his knees and told them that they would have nothing to fear and that Oriana would not hurt them, and that he would not send them away, and that all four of his children would be safe. And he had been so angry at Vivienne, but Jude and Taryn begged him not to punish her, so he relented. 'Why leave, did I not give you enough?' he had asked. Subconciously, he knew that he had taken what he could not give, and had tried to trade jagged, rusted, useless metal for the most beautiful, rarest diamond in the world.

(PART 2! Sorry if it's a bit underwhelming. Please leave constructive criticism under my writing posts-I'd really like to hear how I can improve!)

[frogyayfroggay]

stop the thought of madoc playing human board games cracks me up

madoc: I DID NOT FUCKING LOSE *flips table over*

vivi: sir calm down this is monopoly

[deathsweetblossoms]

Lovers of Elfhame by Frostbite Studios

[frogyayfroggay]

real we need a whole spinoff on just them being friends

Vivi and Cardan being friends is literally so great but when? How? Why???? I need more information.

[grendel-menz]

I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.

[eerna]

TFotA is a comedy actually

[myhyperfixationisbooks]

Vivi: *finds a stray cat*

Vivi: We should keep it.

Taryn: We can’t. Dad is allergic.

Vivi: Father can stay outside.

[highladyofterrasen7]

*in jail*

Cardan: so who should we call?

Oak: I dunno

Cardan: I’d call Jude but I feel safer in jail.

Oak: so you want me to call wren??

Cardan:

Oak:

Both: vivi it is.

[praisethelorde]

I just remembered that Balekin was the one who told Madoc where Jude and Taryn's mom was after she ran away from Elfhame. So Balekin's the reason Madoc took Jude, Vivi and Taryn back to Elfhame with him which indirectly caused Jude to kill Balekin all those years later. He would've still been alive if he weren't such a snitch lmao what a loser.

[ivycrestfell]

princess rhyia greenbriar was def vivienne duartes bi-awakening. no i will not elaborate

[viivdle]

this is 113% what cardan thought happened during the exile

[cynicalclairvoyantcadaver]

Why leave, did I not give you enough?

Madoc was standing in the house once again, reliving his worst memories-Eva and Justin's deaths. The house where Vivienne had vowed to hate him. The house where Jude had screamed at him and hit him. The house where Taryn had sobbed, shaking her mother's dead body, though Eva would never get up again. It was empty. No one had bought it even after 3 years-the deaths still haunted them. It looked normal-a red plastic FOR SALE was mounted on the lawn and the wind chimes jingled in the comforting breeze. He wondered if ghosts existed. Would Eva and Justin be staring at him with contempt in their eyes? He hesitated, just as he had 3 years ago on that fateful day. Oh, how he wished he had grabbed Vivienne and Eva and ran. Would Justin come after him? Perhaps. But maybe he would take care of his daughters first. Madoc didn't know-Justin had been such a strange man. He didn't want to go inside. He didn't want to relive the bloodstained carpet and smell of wet blood.

He swallowed. He was a redcap. He was brave, and he slept at night knowing that he had killed thousands of soldiers. He could go inside and endure the ghosts of the past. He inhaled, curled his hands into fists and stepped inside. Nothing. It was empty, scrubbed clean, like no one had lived inside it at all. There were ornamental decorations and a pleasant perfume permeated the air. All dressed up to make it look flashy and attractive. Nothing could ever attract Madoc to the house, except for the fact that his daughters had run away. Just like Eva. Just when he had thought that they had begun to like him-they had sat on his lap, eating out of his plate, and played Nine Men's Morris with him. Taryn had stopped flinching every time she saw him, and Jude had smiled at him, even coming to have a somewhat twisted affection for him. Vivienne, of course, had not stopped. The weight of her vow would never leave her, and she had been so angry that she could not speak to them for days. Had she guilt tripped them into leaving? Most probably. Though they loved him somewhat, they would never be able to forget their real parents. The ones that he had murdered right in front of their eyes. Blood on the kitchen floor and the heavy smell of blood. He forced his feet to move, up, down, up, down. Into the kitchen where Eva once lay. Into the backyard where Justin's forge once stood. Into the bedrooms- He stopped, inhaling sharply. The beds were clearly made with gray and yellow covers. The room was airy and sunlit, dust motes dancing in the sunlight. A peaceful, drowsy afternoon. Was this where his daughters had slept? Where they had played with each other? Where they had watched, what did humans call it, TV? Television? Eva had told him of it and he had watched the strange pictures dance across the screen. They had watched it together, she laughing, he not understanding but smiling and playing along. He closed his eyes. He opened them again. Any question of them being here was gone, though they might have come for a brief visit. Were memories too painful for them as well? Footsteps made him spin around. Standing there was a woman, wearing a suit that hinted that she might be a-what had Eva called it-a 'real estate agent', someone who sold property. 'Sir,' she said. 'I don't know what you're doing here, but you need to leave, unless you're a potential buyer. How did you get in here?' He hit her on the side of the head and she crumpled. His heart wildly richoceted and suddenly she was Eva. He had killed another person. He stepped back and fell against the wall, screaming into his bundled cloak. Was she dead? His eyes were wild, his heart pounded as he scrambled to find out. No, Eva, please don't be dead- She had a pulse. She was bleeding, but she would be all right. He couldn't stay here. He had to leave-he barely had a few minutes to go back before he would have to attend a meeting. He took her phone, called the police (911, was it?) gave them directions and then stepped out. Suddenly, he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay here and drink in the memories of a family, torn apart by him, that he had so desperately tried to put back together. And now that they had run away, he might never be able to. He took the silky black horse back to Elfhame. His memories took the form of knives, stabbing into him as he recalled their paunful shapes and colours. They took the form of needles, slowly sliding into him as he silently screamed, feeling the cold, sharp pain of memories upon him.

(PART 1, PART 2 COMING SOON)