#run nesta run

[ae-neon]

Your eyes, silver flame, they remind me...

There had once been another; Dusk, where the sun slipped beyond the mountains and into the sea. Colour and Fae and Magic seen only for that fleeting moment before Night befell those of that forgotten place.

You hear their voices, do you not? Their cries in the wind, feel their tears in the rain. Would you like to know what they sing to you, Lady Death? Run...run, crownless Queen...fly on silent wing, run...

Nesta X the Dusk Court; new headcanon unlocked?!

#i just be saying shit #run nesta run #anti ic #literally anything but canon acosf #acotar #nesta archeron #anti acosf #nesta deserves better #anti sjm #anti nessian #anti inner circle #acotar edit #pro nesta archeron #pro nesta #ae aesthetics

[wallflowers-in-the-wind]

Odd question but has Feyre told Nesta what Rhysand did to Clare Beddor and her family? Has anyone told her? Cause that’s something Nesta deserves to know, Clare was her best friend in the human realm from what the books said. She is the sister in law to the man responsible for the Beddor family’s death and I expect all hell to break loose if she finds out.

I’d also love to read Nesta tearing into Rhsand and Feyre for the way Clare died. While it isn’t Feyre’s fault she did give Rhysand that name and he chose to bring an innocent girl to Amarantha to be tortured to death when there was legit no logical reason why.

#acotar #sjm critical #anti rhysand #feyre archeron #anti feysand #nesta archeron #rhysand critical #the amount of villainous crap he gets away with #Feyre needs to open her eyes #like girl run

[spacerockfloater]

If had a nickel for every time Rhysand practically died but was brought back to life by some higher force, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

#acotar critical #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #anti rhysand #sjm universe #sjm critical #anti sjm #1 was Feyre using their mating bond she the HL’s #2 was Nesta using the Dread Trove #hoping his luck is running out

[starrbirrd]

"morde you can't keep creating random sisters to ship Nesta with because you think it's funny" absolutely I can, what if cassian had a sister who stole his mate from him bc she could treat nesta better 🤷

#rhysands sister mors sister now cassian #you can see the running theme where nesta is never straight in my head #i just think it's absolutely hilarious to have the one person they can't stand be with their siblings #since these people are all about family #allegedly #anti acosf #anti cassian #nesta archeron derserves better #pro nesta #nesta archeron #anti nessian

[theladyofbloodshed]

amren and varian are still the most random pairing and it makes no sense

#amren doesn't even acknowledge lust or sex in my headcanon #nesta going there for a fight though and varian running through velaris naked is the best bit

[animezinglife]

If Emerie and Mor do eventually end up together, I really will feel for Eris.

About the third time an Illyrian sleeps with a woman you once thought you'd marry, you'd think you'd just give up.

#underrated running gag #eris vanserra #acotar humor #twisted humor #mor #cassian #nesta archeron #emerie #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #also the fact that it was Cassian with two of them absolutely sends me

[born-to-riot]

WIP Wednesday

Since there is exactly one week until the day I plan to post my @polyacotarweek fic, I think it's time I share a little snippet of Nesta's adventure with Amren and Varian.... in their bed hehehehe

TW: NSFW

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[So 900 words may be too long for a snippet but just so you have an idea of what you're getting into, this is the message I sent @acourtofladydeath when I came up with this idea: (I think there is a sore lack of vamren in the community and shall I fix that by having them invite a third? Shall it be Nesta? Shall Amren show her how to harness her potential by taking it out on a needy overstimulated Varian?)

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“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, did we leave you alone too long,” Amren coos to her lover. Varian sits exposed on a simple wooden chair in the middle of the couple’s bedroom. The Summer Court male’s head is hanging low, his white tendrils of hair acting like a shield in front of his face. Nesta did not pick up on any sort of response from the male that indicates that he acknowledges their presence. She takes a quick peek over at Amren and decides not to worry after finding the other female to seem emphatically unconcerned. Nesta watches on silently as the tiny fae takes a couple soft predatory steps towards the subdued male. Nonetheless, she stills to take in the view of the delicious specimen of man in front of her. Nesta can admit fully that she has never really given much thought to Varian before, not really having much time to assess him in the short three months after the war with Hybern. However, now, she can’t seem to look away from the large male’s thick muscular thighs, his heavy cock, his beautiful dark skin–fuck, Nesta feels her cunt throb in anticipation. 

“Baby boy,” Amren releases another coo, causing Varian to finally raise his gaze to meet his Mistresses and causing Nesta to shiver for a different reason entirely. Now, not only does she have a better view of the male himself, a white blindfold and ball gag rendering his sight and ability to speak obsolete; but also she can see his nostrils flaring and his muscles twitching. Nesta is absolutely enraptured in the scene in front of her as she watches Varian suddenly seem to try to lunge in Amren’s direction, the man trying and failing to get closer to her, his muscles bulging in their effort to win a one-sided battle against his restraints.

But it isn’t until Nesta spots Varian’s collar, large and heavy on his neck, that she feels her nipples harden and another bout of wetness starting to form between her folds. Here, on Varian’s neck, in Amren’s apartment in Velaris, was one of the Summer Court’s infamous blood rubies. The massive jewel's weight was supported by a two-inch thick diamond encrusted platinum band. She knows it must sit heavy on his neck, it seems almost impossible that a jewel that large could be fixed upon a collar without falling, but here it stands.

Last Nesta had checked, the source material of Prythian’s most common nightmares had decided to use this ‘threat’ as a paperweight. Although, she can’t deny how much the pathway to her center steams at the thought of the Summer Court male being made to wear a sign of ownership stamped with the ultimate symbol of betrayal of his own court, an invocation of  a feud on a personal level. 

Nesta can’t help but muse over what the thrill of incurring such a depth of loyalty from another must taste like, she wonders too, greedily and needily what it feels like to be such a fearsome predator to surpass the laws of societal expectation. Is this Amren’s subtle yet personal way of invoking her own feud, a remnant of the possessive creature that once roamed inside of her that is furious at the land for claiming ownership of something that she marked as hers. She also wonders heatedly, enviously, what it would be like to be wanted that furiously. Need starts to play at the strings of her core, she can feel it heating and readying itself for something more.

“Don’t be shy now boy,” Amren instructs Varian, the man immediately turning his head in the direction of her voice, clearly desperate for her touch. Nesta would be lying if she said the palpable smell and taste of his desperation didn’t cause her clit to start to throb.

The sweetness of the pair in front of her simultaneously puts Nesta on edge as well as incurs yet another thrum of heat inside of her. Amren is never sweet. Nesta watches on as her mentor finally reaches her lover–no, her pet. Amren looks Varian up and down with a hungry gleam in her eye before grabbing his chin roughly, causing what sounds like a gruff moan to escape the large man’s lips. That’s all it took? Nesta thinks to herself. 

“You haven’t even been touched boy and you’re already sweating?” Amren tuts, roughly maneuvering his chin as she gives him a thorough inspection, the male seemingly keening into the contact despite its roughness. Nesta tries not to get whiplash as Amren softly pats the male’s cheek twice with her free hand before letting it drop to rest on her waist.

“Pathetic,” the ancient one scoffs, finally releasing her other hand’s grip on his chin. 

Nesta realizes that the male in front of her is not the same one that has been a frequent guest at their dinner table over the last couple of months. No, tonight she is not looking at the same captain of Tarquin’s guard nor the commendable battle tactician that she has come to know. Instead, Nesta finds herself looking at Amren’s pet. As soon as the thought crosses her mind though, Nesta is hit by a shudder that rolls through her entire body, a shock of a reprimand from something deep in her core, something primal. No, Nesta reprimands herself, straightening her posture as she starts to make her own way towards Varian. Tonight, he is her prey.

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hehehehe if you liked this then feel free to come back next week to see the full thing (hopefully I will come up with a title before then)

EDIT: im slow so this is going to be posted on the free day!!!!

#wip wednesday #acotar #acomaf #acowar #vamren #polyamory #consensual nonmonogamy #acotar smut #varian x amren #amren x varian #amren x nesta #amren x varian x nesta #vamren x nesta #acotar fanfiction #polyacotarweek2024 #idk how to tag this #poly!acotar #poly+acotarweek2024 #amren acotar #amren and varian #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #varian acotar #I am going to post this and run away #also this is my first smut and I'm pulling out the b*ll g*gs #lmao

[stillwintering]

WIP Wednesday

All's Fair in Love and Politics is Nessian story. But I can't resist Neris. This is an excerpt from the next chapter.

"Starborn is the best candidate to beat Hybern, and you know it," Nesta countered. "Maybe," Eris considered. Then, all levity disappeared from his posture, replaced by a menacing aloofness. "Everyone has skeletons in their closets." Nesta squinted at him, trying to see through the sharp edges. "You've been doing oppo research on Rhys," she finally concluded. "Nothing Hybern won't also find." "And?" He paused, deliberating his next words. She could see him weigh the cost of the information he possessed, and she wondered if she was willing to pay the price. Eris's gaze roamed the crowd around them, stopping on Cassian in the distance. "Do you know how many people he's killed?" Eris asked.

Read the rest of the story on AO3.

Writing is slow going because of, well, life. I actually write for my day job. Fiction writing is something I can only indulge in when everything else is done. But progress is happening.

#where rhysand is running for president #neris #nesta x cassian #all's fair in love and politcs #eris vanserra #fanfic #a court of silver flames #cassian #nesta archeron #nessian #acosf #acotar #wip wednesday

[stargirlfeyre]

No cause we really need to start talking about how insane it is to join a fandom even though you hate the main characters and all the books. Expressing your opinion is one thing but choosing to remain here for years even though you know you’re not gonna like the next books? And then they get mad at people who actually like the main characters or who are excited for the upcoming books. Y’all complain about this fandom as if someone is forcing you to be here😭. You chose to hyper-fixate on a story that you obviously didn’t find joy in. Don’t get mad at us for it.

#feyre archeron #pro feyre #inner circle #y’all might as well stop reading now because none of the next books are going to cater to your weird fantasies about this story #feysand are getting their happy ending. tamlin is not getting a redemption. nesta is not going to spit on her sister and run away from the #night court. elain is most likely ending up with azriel. she’s not going to run away to spring and ‘heal tamlin’. it’s so easy to see where #this story is going. idk why antis are still holding out for something that’s never going to happen outside of those fanfics.

[praetorqueenreyna]

imagine how much better Nesta's life would be if she didn't sacrifice her power for her ungrateful rat of a sister and her trash mate??? there's a parallel universe where feyre, rhys, and nyx are all dead and nesta is living her best life <3

#RAGE RAGE RAGE #FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE #tamlin should have also left rhysand's rat ass DEAD #how much more can these characters DO for these assholes before they're forgiven??? #or at least LEFT ALONE #that hofas snippet has awoken something in me #fucking HEARTBREAKING that nesta can't be sure that the IC won't just kill her #heartbreaking that ember is the first one to tell her 'you don't deserve this' #NESTA RUN AWAY WITH EMBER LEAVE THOSE BITCH ASS MEN BEHIND #YOU DONT NEED EM

[thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid]

Trailing touches

#rowan’s art #acotar #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #pro nesta #nesta x azriel #nezriel #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel’s shadows #this is what I worked on while I was on the train #and also crocheted #he’s for sure undoing those like buttons that run down the whole back #that are super tiny #just so slowly #actually #i might write a fic about this #👀👀👀

[highladyofterrasen7]

Next time you go to bash feyre for not putting her sisters first

Just ask yourself, would they put feyre first?

No they wouldn’t

#she hunted to keep them alive #I would’ve run away and said fuck you all #sarah j maas #acotar #feyre archeron #pro feyre #anti nesta #anti elain

[jmoonjones]

OK, so this story really ballooned in my mind and it started to become clear that drawing it all out would be a pretty big undertaking, especially since much of it is exposition.

I made the pivot to writing most of it out because as a dyslexic person, it does me good to practice writing (I tried for the style of a history book? Maybe?). Prior warning on any typos, just roll with it. 

In post-war Illyria, the land finds itself ensnared in a web of adversity. A dwindling population hampers agricultural endeavors, while power struggles over vacant leadership positions sow discontent among the people. Whispers circulate, advocating for Illyria's right to select its own leader from someone who lives within their own borders. 

This chosen person would safeguard the interests of Illyria and its inhabitants from being used as a military power but ignored in times of peace. Progression is overdue, trade is being stunted, and the now-largely female population (due to the losses during the war) is eager for equality. 

And thus enters Emerie, a Carynthian and a Valkyrie, as well as a small-business proprietor. Practical and resolute, Emerie begins to garner support from the predominantly female populace, with her Carynthian status creating male allies as well. She envisions a future of thriving trade, using her own experience running her shop, and dreams of Illyria never being lacking in spices and salt. 

She envisions cultivating an economy based on tourism, enticing other courts to partake in Illyria's small shops and enterprises, and this will help build new businesses like hotels and guided tours.

As the movement gains traction, the final piece of the puzzle falls into place: Devlon. Possessing the wisdom of age and name recognition she lacks, Devlon bridges the divide between the disparate camp factions and gives her 'legitimacy' to the wary males by standing as Emerie's second-in-command. 

Devlon wants independence for Illyria and is smart enough to see that getting on board with Emerie and her group would give the movement more traction and more likelihood of success. 

(It helps that Nesta, ever vigilant, casts an ominous witchy glance at Devlon whenever he looks to be up to no good. He will eventually establish himself as a trusted confidant to Emerie and her government. )

In a collaborative effort with their loyal companions, Emerie and Devlon meticulously pen a declaration of independence so thorough and thoughtful that even Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, accedes to its terms. Acknowledging that the most advantageous course of action for Illyria is to empower it, Rhys pledges financial aid as seed capital while the newly independent nation gets on its feet. A special bond endures between Illyria and the Night Court, now operating as sovereign entities with far less strain than before.

Emerie becomes the Prime, with Devlon as her Second-in-Command. There's an initial forum with citizens to share their worries, followed by a celebratory party DJ-ed by Nesta's ipod-egg and featuring singing by Gwyn. 

Rhysand employs this secession as a catalyst to deepen his involvement in the Hewn City, but this time with benevolent intentions. Bereft of the Illyrian army, he endeavors to gain control over the Darkbringers and seeks to enhance the quality of life therein, offering the possibility of migration to Velaris for those who desire it.

With Nesta and Cassian at the helm of two formidable armies—the Valkyries and the Illyrians, respectively—Illyria solidifies its status as a force to be reckoned with in Prythian. This commands immediate respect from the other courts, who are intrigued at this new country for them to trade and visit (but not dare to take on in battle). 

Oh, and did I mention that our trailblazer Emerie secures a seat at the High Lord table being the first female and elected leader to sit there? Because she does. 

Gwyn, bravely venturing forth from the confines of the library, champions the cause of non-High Fae rights. As a part-nymph, she has personally encountered bigotry, which resonates with the plight of other marginalized fae and Illyrians. (Remember all that 'lesser fae' bs from ACOTAR?)

Gwyn assumes the mantle of their advocate, bolstered by Nesta, who desires a future where her part-Illyrian child will never experience such animosity. Several priestesses get involved and their 'safe haven library' mission expands to other courts (becoming a quasi-embassy) run by a priestess-ambassador. Helion and Meallan are invaluable as transportation while they get set up. 

In this shared mission, Nesta stands as Gwyn's steadfast second, while Gwyn reciprocates as Nesta's second within the Valkyrie army. Together, they dedicate their efforts to train any woman who aspires to be empowered and thrive.

Emerie bestows a position of authority upon one of her close friends in Windhaven; a fellow small-business owner, who becomes the Chief of Trade. She begins by establishing a robust import framework, laying the groundwork for future exports and imports. Initially targeting the Night Court as a trade partner, their aspirations eventually extend to encompass all of Prythian.

Azriel becomes both emissary for the Night Court and shared spymaster. This mutually beneficial alliance allows Illyria and the Night Court to share confidential intelligence. By being more involved in Illyria, Azriel begins to reconcile his own long-held prejudices to his people and heritage. He splits his time evenly between the two courts (when he's not spying). 

Nesta and Cassian live in Illyria full-time, training their armies and raising their family. Nesta also dedicates time to creating a night life by helping establish several clubs/bars with dancing and music for all to enjoy. Eventually talented Illyrians will form schools dedicated to the arts. Speaking of school...

Devlon's cause is education. Too proud to ever admit he's wrong, he realizes he needs to be right more often than not to make that work. He sets up schools in each camp, many of which also serve as boarding schools for the orphans. He claims it because it's because he doesn't want to deal with wild children running about, but he becomes very invested in education and it gets really dusty in here whenever a child hugs his leg. 

This emancipation advances Illyria and the relationship with the Night Court is forever made more solid now that there's mutual respect and admiration between the two. 

Are you still reading? Oh my goodness, thank you. As you can see, this idea would have been tricky to draw out since most of it is exposition. 

#yes it's a hilariously non-violent and calm transition of power. This is cute escapism! If you want violence and strife #please watch the news and then donate/vote/act upon your outrage #for real #meanwhile #devlon becomes an emerie simp #this is what happens when I'm sat in a waiting room for hours and let my brain run rampant #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar head canon #wing clipping is obviously outlawed PROPERLY #emerie of illyria #valkyries #nesta archeron #nessian #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara

[flowerflamestars]

In the style of @kayarai, new Effloresce pov options. The Illyrian legionnaires, because Cassian's personal legion must be having a day. Get called to the human lands presumably to do a job and go home. Instead they are given rights/respect/honor/a FUTURE by the most terrifying human(?) woman any of them have ever seen in their long, painful lives. Human villager pov, things are looking up and the fae don't take our children anymore then THIS happens.

Oooo these are both delightful!

The Illyrians, in particular, are primed for this dynamic to be successful. War is their only chance out, and for them, no matter how proud they are of who they are, they're safer/better cared for/better off, miles from the mountains. It's painful, but it's true. Cassian called for them, they came because it's Cassian, but also for them.

And at first, okay, humans have always been strange.

Humans, in their bondage, with nearly nothing to give, still shared.

(Zaphael remembers the war. Zaphael will never forget that particular war for a thousand reasons, but loudest and worst, he will never forget the humans, burying Illyrian dead with their own, singing, like the bodies of bastards were anything but carrion.)

But these aren't peasants. Slaves. These are royal women, in velvet and pearls and steel.

(If Kali had a single doubt, even one, augury a drum resounding in her bones, Nesta Archeron draped in Illyrian knives was enough to tell her the whole story Cassian's face couldn't hide.)

Giving them salt. Bread. Fire. Blessing and bounty and welcome, what they had been denied since birth, the snub a part of life. To be welcomed in honor means you possess honor in the first place, a thing no properly born Illyrian, no Lord of Night, would ever imagine.

There's nothing to go back to.

There's Cassian, the best of them, the proudest, the strongest, throwing himself into the sky just to fall back to earth at the human woman's feet, a sword so feared across the Courts it had songs sung of its blood-hungry edge pressed to her tiny, fearless hand.

It is no small thing to have a liege lord, when you've been denied even the right to have a name.

(Koram is a century old. He's never seen a human, and he doesn't understand now how the hell the fae ever had them in chains. These are their ladies, not even Queens, built like they don't know what fear is. Like it is nothing, to stand against the Morrigan. Illyrian women were allow to be that once, the true fury of the sky. He knows his stories. His songs. He'd rather drown the world in blood than go back to the life he has been given. He is not old enough to remember Shahar, their true lady, but he would have followed. It is no shame, to follow instead this scarce, ruthless chance.)

It is no small thing either, to be treated like people, not fearful animals. Audacity is a very valued trait, when paired with respect. These woman are mad, maybe, no one will say. No one would dare.

But there is questions as to what the hell they're on about, when they start talking about grain and land and contracts. To be Illyrian is to know the tithe of the imperial army above all else- to be bastard born is to know you will have nothing else.

Illyrians are not sent on rescue missions. Guard details. They're considered too dangerous, too uncivilized, too lacking in fae graces.

The Archeron want them to protect their children, no lives more precious. Their elders, their knowledge.

(All these things, Elias thinks, even the richest Illyrian lord in his freezing, iron disciplined citadel, living in the ruins of a civilization they are not allowed to rebuild- all these things they've been denied. All these things these ladies seem ready to kill and die to keep their own people from losing.)

It is insanity, but it is a chance.

On the other hand, the Archeron vassals are used to impossible things.

For years and years they had no intercession- you can dispute the crown tax without a lord to speak for you. Cannot shift around the crops in fields you don't technically own, even if they're ruining you. Cannot divorce, cannot reclaim lost property, cannot, cannot, cannot.

Respect was short on the ground for Lord Archeron.

Being wrecked by debt did not, actually, rescind his title. He left no stewardship, went off and hid in the woods when the collectors came, again and again, stripping his ancestral home until no walls even stood.

The other lords might not have listened to a man so reduced, but the estate remained.

Those three bright girls remained, and there was some question as to what happened to them.

And then they came back. Nesta Archeron, their lady, in worn out clothes and ragged cloaks, her sister Elain beside her. So poor they'd shared a horse, but still they'd come. Before their own affairs were settled, they'd sought the village council, and tried to do some good in their fathers name.

The money brought back trade, the trade brought back ships, the ships brought teachers and medicine and magic, the Archeron lands once more the beating heart of trade routes that spanned the world.

It takes time, to right years of neglect.

The lose their best every year, stolen away, their children. Women who laugh too bright, men who look too faraway. The fae come always, and then, so too, do the men.

Their ladies may run things in their father's name, but they have no legal claim to do so forever. Heiresses must marry.

And then, out of nowhere, the Lady Elain did.

A cousin, they say, an Archeron.

Not a drop of Archeron blood in that one, the vassals know. It cannot be felt, his claim. It helps, however, that he does not seem intent to enforce it to do anything but keep neighboring lords away. To protect their farms. To hold Lady Elains hand and spend his days fixing problems a Lord should not have even seen.

It takes time to notice, the fae do not come.

Not to their cradles, not to their fields. Not from the sea or to the shore.

It is the first year in memory of such safety.

And then, the gheas.

They are vassals, bound in blood to their land. When the binding breaks, all are meant to die. A complete and fae punshiment: to be erased, to be forgotten.

As though it is nothing, their lady tells them the binding in broken.

Like doom can be forestalled.

That not only have their lives been saved, they are offered places on Archeron's personal property. Equally, without servitude or cost. An escape, to somewhere that will be safe, with war on the horizon. The Archerons now, like the Archeron of old, take care of their own. Here, or on any shore.

A pride once, what was becoming a pride again.

There is fae blood among them, of course. Even now, centuries later, a rogue trait will spill over. The millers daughter has eyes like an owl, yellow, and the Lady Nesta provided glasses to hide the color. There have always been those who run too fast, who can breathe water, who live just a little too long. They often find themselves a true welcome on Archeron ships, half the crews of a continent where such mixture, such society, is safe.

Humans under the wall have never forgotten the war. It is songs they sing still, of freedom. Of fighting. Of Jurian who gave of himself to save hundreds from the wicked Clythia. Of Fatimah, who wrapt her braid around a fae princes neck as he slept, killed right in the bower he'd stolen her away to. In stories, they love fae and they kill fae.

In stories, they remember Illyrians.

Honor, kindness, devastating violence.

Fae castes are nothing to them.

But it is not nothing, for the Archerons, to share this bounty. They, who could fly away, sail away, to delay whatever punishment may come to bring along all who dare.

It is a return of heroes out a legend, when they, farmers and merchants and weavers, need it most.

#There is both a punishing and wonderful sense of destiny haunting our main characters #Elain and Nesta WOULD have been happy forever #with Lucien #in their house #running their business #making what was prosperous once #once again #But Lucien and Elain can't hide from the crown forever #Nesta can't ignore all her dreams #they don't know what or who their mother was #but she is in them and it will show #They've learned too hard no one will ever take care of them but themselves #and they just keep extending that reach #their vassals #the Illyrians #the low fae #the human survivors #this is a bad day for everyone about to get A LOT WORSE #I'm loving these asks thank you! #effloresce extras

[romanticatheartt]

I'm this close to officially become a Nesta hater. Idk maybe I already am. The way her fans are so disgusting (not all of them though I can acknowledge that) it makes me truly sick. Like real sick. You're vile and idk what moral of yours gave you the permission to talk and act this way. I can't even accuse you of acting childish you're revolting...

You lot are making Nesta look bad... I'm pretty sure Nesta would straight up point her finger at yall

#I can't even think about nesta and also remembering the off putting thing they said about other characters not just feyre #I don't even look at her tags (I learned my lessons long ago) but from what I see just by passing some random comments or ss #it makes me nauseous #what the fuck is wrong with you? #these are fictional characters #but they're based of real human life experience #I'm sorry but y'all are the reason this fandom is so toxic #acosf should've never happened #and I also blame this on sjm #for not damage controlling and leave the fandom run wild and become THIS toxic #pro feyre archeron #pro rhysand #pro morrigan

[theladyofbloodshed]

As merciless and cold and beautiful as the god Lanthys had wanted to make her. Death’s Consort. Death herself.

“Some say he is Death itself,” Eris murmured. “I do not know if that is true,” Vassa said, “but they call him Koschei the Deathless, for he has no death awaiting him. He is truly immortal. And would know of anything that might give Briallyn an edge against us.”

#nesta baby RUN #nesta archeron #koschei