feysand-hivemind

[feysand-hivemind]

Secret Project 2?????? Lol

It’s Time Loop! I can’t keep a secret. Hi @feysand-hivemind

In case you don’t know, Time Loop is a group Feysand round robin fic about Rhys being trapped in a loop UTM, facing death and failure until he can figure out the perfect sequence of events to defeat Amarantha and get time to proceed as normal. In the meantime, angst.

I like this part a lot because just like Feyre, sometimes I am hangry and need a little treat.

He saw the posture of Feyre’s body stiffen and lock, the small wobble of her chin, looking so young and so very, very mortal.

These good moods could shift so quickly, although it was a wonder any mortal could find anything beautiful in this pit soaked with blood and terror.

Rhysand reached out with a finger to her chin and turned her face towards him. If he could read her moods, he was also getting good at knowing how to turn them. What she might need to get through the next few moments, to pull back from the swirling pit inside her that looked suspiciously like a dank cell.

“Would my little pet like a treat? You’ve been so good tonight.”

She wrinkled her nose at his taunting tone, freckles faded but still visible peppered on her pale nose. Her eyes went wide as his answering smile.

In a swift movement he had lifted her, standing to stride across the marble floor. To the table far away from the Attor.

Feyre let out a squeak but grabbed his shoulder, a tacit agreement with his decision on her balancing capabilities at the moment.

The crowd opened for them like a wound, red marble revealed before his feet. Eyes on them.

Feyre reached out, glassy-eyed, to stroke the iridescent feathers of a Dawn Court soldier and Rhys pivoted elegantly to keep her hand out of reach.

The fine desserts on the table sweated and drooped in the heat, here in one of the only places Under the Mountain where Amarantha kept constant roaring fires.

Proud trees of spun sugar had drooped into willows, tiny cakes in the most vibrant colors dotted with candies and tall egg whips on top. Feyre leaned forward to inspect the bright pastries and the rich jellies, and he manuevered her around in his arms, following the line of her sight.

Content to watch her wide eyes and parted lips until a snarl tore from his lips, at the green-skinned fae slipping past them and knocking into Feyre’s outstretched arm.

Rhysand felt the unmistakable prickle at his neck, meaning some of the ire in the room had turned his way. He was always monitoring a few minds in the room, listening for spies or revolutionaries, tracking the changing temperature of Amarantha’s moods, keeping track of the Attor and other leaders in her army that may be scheming elsewhere. If he turned he knew he’d find the false Queen, draped tonight in blood red silk, staring at his little performance. Whether she bristled at the dramatic mockery or the lack of attention on her, he didn’t really know.

The loops were making him sloppy. To not even have the endless years moving forward - to have already lived so many nightmares of watching Amarantha’s wrath acted out upon himself and Feyre over and over - perhaps it made death feel inevitable.

Besides, the clock had been ticking on this loop, had it not? A simple slip up and the entire thing was off kilter.

Maybe it ended tonight.

Feyre, lost in admiring the confections on display, blinked when he placed a lemon tart in front of her. Some remaining self-preserving part of him set her down on her bare feet before he turned back to the room, hand on the small of her back as she scarfed the pastry, licking her fingers clean.

He assumed by her little hum and gentle sway of her hips as she walked that he had diverted her attentions for now.

#sneak peek

[feysand-hivemind]

Sneak Peek

Violet eyes that were too beautiful to be her father's human brown eyes blinked at her. Stars twinkled and vanished in their depths, shadows gathering on the edge of his irises as if he were in pain.  "Feyre, please," he begged. "Trust me."

Have a clue which canon scene is getting a twist?

#feysand #feysand timeloop #feysand hivemind #time won’t fly (it’s like i’m paralyzed by it) #sneak peek

[feysand-hivemind]

Sneak Peek

Rhys looked up, noticing the sky, so full of stars that he almost convinced himself that he was back home in Velaris, on the rooftop of the townhouse. His family was on their way over for dinner, and they would laugh, and annoy each other, and talk about Night Court business, and drink long into the night. They would then retreat to their respective bedrooms at his place, too drunk to find their way home.

Forcing the tears threatening to fall back in, he made himself snap out of it. This wasn’t home. The sky was the same, and the stars were pretty, but nothing compared to the glimmer they held for the Night Court. The stars hadn’t been shining the same in nearly five decades, and he hadn’t seen his family in just as long.

Rhys was all alone, and he didn’t know how much more of this he could handle.

#time won’t fly (it’s like I’m paralyzed by it) #feysand timeloop #sneak peek #snippet #feysand #Feysand hivemind #Rhysand #Feyre #feyre archeron #feyre x rhysand #feyre and rhysand #acotar #sjmaas #sjm books #sjm

[feysand-hivemind]

Sneak Peek

Deep in the Spring Court, not far from the High Lord’s manor, there was a pond. The Pool of Starlight some called it. And this pond was home to a mermaid.

A river mermaid, named Arielle.

Now river mermaids were somewhat different from their sea dwelling cousins. Lazier. More prone to napping in the sun than luring sailors to their deaths. But what Arielle lacked in bloodthirstiness she more than made up for in pettiness and a zero tolerance policy regarding home invaders. Especially if said invaders were trying to get frisky right on her front doorstep.

#feysand timeloop #sneak peak #feysand hivemind #feysand

[feysand-hivemind]

We're obsessed with this moodboard that Esteemed Member of the Hivemind @octobers-veryown made for our fic time won't fly (it's like i'm paralyzed by it) 💙

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #feysand timeloop #time won't fly (it's like i'm paralyzed by it)

[feysand-hivemind]

Hello, is this a sort of rewrite of the first book or does it wildly deviate from the original source? I have no idea what is going on here but I love it 🙈

There's no time loop in the books, so you can consider this a pretty wild deviation! We're so excited to share the chaos with you soon :)

#asked and answered

[feysand-hivemind]

Who's working on this? 💕

That's a surprise! Some authors involved in the project are planning to post teasers and snippets; others are keeping quiet until their chapter is posted!

#asked and answered

[feysand-hivemind]

Very intrigued and can’t wait to be destroyed by this. 😳

We're very excited to start sharing soon (and provide a little emotional devastation along the way)!

#asked and answered

[feysand-hivemind]

How many people are involved 👀

That's still Top Secret :)

Some of our authors will be posting teasers and snippets ahead of time, and others have chosen to keep their involvement a surprise until their chapter is posted. So if you're curious, stay tuned!

#asked and answered

[feysand-hivemind]

Welcome to the time loop!

What is this project? time won't fly (it's like i'm paralyzed by it) is a work of fanfiction written in a loose "round robin" style. The fic is one work intended to be read from beginning to end, but each chapter is written by a different member of the Feysand Hivemind. Our goal is to create a patchwork quilt with contributions from writers with different styles who are united by our passion for Feysand.

Fic Summary Feyre's death sends Rhys back in time, waking up in Amarantha's bed Under the Mountain—over and over. Rhysand struggles to break the time loop, save his mate, and keep his sanity intact.

Masterlist and AO3 link are coming soon!