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"i dont trust anyone's recs if their favorite is sarah j maas and colleen hoover"
well yes sjm does write certain questionable phrases and loves the word "mate" but her books have a plot??? her characters have depth and character growth???
The portrayal of Rhys and Feyre after UTM, the way they slowly climbed out of hell TOGETHER (i am very glad i met you feyre// their first Starfall).
Aelin after she escaped Maeve (did you buy the swagger the arrogance/// you fight, until you can't ). AELIN AND ROWAN you make me want to live. When Manon asked Dorian to marry her so he won't go to Morath and Dorian saying no
ALL THE LITTLE THINGS IN HER BOOKS
colleen hoover has what? bland dialogue and simplistic plot lines. It Ends With Us, the characters lack so much depth. The plot was simplistic, there is no real attraction between Lily or Ryle or Atlas. November 9th, the MMC's redemption arc was just.. his mother died, therfore arson is justified. Look at the attraction, the chemistry, between Rhys and Feyre. Look at Nesta's redemption arc-- it's so good and it isn't even sjm's best work.
Sarah J Maas is so much more than the few phrases booktok labels as her entire style. It is the way she portrays her characters that makes us love her so much.
putting colleen hoover and sarah j maas in the same category is blasphemy and should be a reflection of your reading habits not mine smh
i think that we're too busy talking about how "problematic" it is that Rhys didnt tell Feyre her baby could kill her that we don't appreciate how gut wrenching the scene where Feyre almost dies is. Like look at these quotes:
“But Rhys was crying, and tears began pouring down Mor’s face as she gazed at the silent babe in her arms. And then Madja swore, and Rhys— Rhys began screaming.”
“Rhys began shaking his head, his power a palpable, rising wave that could destroy them all, destroy the world if it meant Feyre was no longer in it, even if he only had seconds to live beyond her”
HE LOVES HER SO MUCH. the most powerful high lord started screaming and crying and about to destroy the world because his mate and child was going die and I simply cannot handle this amount of angst (jokes sjm pls give me more angst)
chapter 2 has been in the works for two months and i didnt really know how to proceed without making the story drag on so i decided to write the part where LoA and Helion broke off their relationship and it's probably still four/five chapters away but WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THERE WILL BE ANGST I MEAN IT. you just have to wait a while for it (give or take a year or two AHAHAHA im only half kidding) because i hurt myself writing that scene.
Won't You Run Away With Me Chapter 1
ITS ABOUT HELION AND LOA!!! IM EXCITED FOR MYSELF
it's a short chapter, 1K words
Summary: Based on Helion's conversation with the IC in ACOWAR, what happened between Helion and Lady of the Autumn court (because ms sarah janet maas takes two years to finish a book and I cannot wait for her big reveal and no one wrote a fic on this so i'm doing it)
Read on AO3
CHAPTER 1: BEFORE THE WAR
“I heard her family wanted internal ties to power, and that they didn’t give her a choice before they sold her to Beron.” - Helion to Mor, ACOWAR
The fire in her blood is her damnation, for she was about to become the Lady of Autumn, the pretty, silent wife to Beron Vanserra.
There was no choice in the matter really, her father needed the political alliance that came from selling his youngest daughter to the cruel High Lord of Autumn. No matter that she was just 20- a child, barely past her first bleed- and Beron was nearly a century old. And war… war was looming, and her parents certainly couldn’t afford for their alliances with the High Lord to drift. She begged her family for more time, to wait just a few years.
-
“I’ll find another High Lord to marry,” she had pleaded on her knees, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her father sneered, the room heating with his rage. “What do you know about alliances? To be married to Beron Vanserra, what more could a female like you want?” She flinched. What more could a girl like you want. Love! She wanted to scream. I want to marry the male I love! But what did she know? Her sisters, watching behind a half closed door, looked at her with eyes full of pity and knowing. Knowing, for the male she had met at the equinox ball who had charmed her with his warm smile and bright eyes. The son of the High Lord of the Day Court. Helion Spellcleaver. Her father barely gave his weeping daughter another look before winnowing out of the room. He did not notice the crumpled letter she held in her hands and the unfamiliar necklace hidden beneath her dress. He did not wait for her to reveal the male that has been courting her for almost a year. She threw the letter into the fireplace and weeped. The fire eagerly swallowed up the letter. A declaration of love, a promise turned into ash. - The wedding is a relatively quiet ceremony with just Beron’s most important lords. The commoners would hear of this later, through an official proclamation. It was a relief that no one else would witness her humiliation, though she supposed no one really cared who she was as long as she kept Beron happy.
That was her job now, to keep a high lord happy. To look pretty, have a few children and pray and hope the lord would not tire of her too soon. She supposed there were worst things in the world. Beron’s servants were silent as they prepared her for the wedding, they kept their eyes down, deft hands dressing her without so much as an extra glance for the female marrying their high lord. Perhaps they were glad that with her as Beron’s wife, he would be otherwise occupied, in the bedroom at least.
She was not oblivious to Beron’s temper and the commoners’-- and rest of the court for that matter-- contempt toward Beron. For good reason too, she had heard of how he treated his servant, and how he ensured that people who spoke against him promptly disappeared. The few times she had gone to the countryside were even worse- though she secretly agreed that the farmers’ outright hatred for the lord was justified- they were paid barely more than what it took them to buy their crops, while Beron and other lords in the capital were drowning in finery and wasting the food that should’ve gone to the hungry people.
She was also under no illusion that the lord would grow to feel even an inkling of love for her, knew that she was nothing but a prized breeding mare. She wanted to ask the servant girls how they survived, how she could survive. But as the servants finished putting her hair into twist on her head, the words stuck in her throat. She gave them a thankful nod, and looked in the mirror. She did not recognize who stared back. She was led out by an armed sentry, as she looked back at the servant girls, she was surprised to find that there were tears brimming in their eyes. The girls caught her staring and promptly looked down, expressionless once again. She wondered whether someday she would look like that too.
Suddenly, she couldn’t help but wish that a certain amber eyed male would come a save her.
- She did not remember what happened exactly during the ceremony other than the murmured thanks to the halfhearted congratulations thrown her way. She had been lost in a crowd of lords trying to gain Beron’s favor, the dress making it her for her to disappear back into her room.
Her room.
She did not share a room with the lord, even now that they’re married. Beron had barely spared her a second glance after the crowds had dispersed. He winnowed away to cauldron knows where, as if he could barely stand the sight of her. It was a sentry who saw her confused expression and led her to her room, then told her that Beron would seek her out when he wished. Or she would be summoned to the High Lord’s quarters.
To be summoned like a dog. She almost let slip. But the sentry did not deserve her anger. So she simply nodded her thanks and went into her room.
-- The first night was the hardest. Beron had, in fact, seeked her out. She did not make a sound as Beron made her undress. She did not let out the tears that threatened to spill out. She did not let herself feel what was happening. But it was afterward when the door slammed shut and she was left alone in that cold, unfamiliar bed that she realized, truly realized, that this was her life now. She was the High Lord’s possession, his to treat however he wished.
And there was not one damn thing she could do about it.
i feel like sjm is writing a romance novel, so it makes sense that elain ends up with azriel because three sisters and three brothers and everything. but she might also just make azriel end up with gwyn and elain with lucien just for funsies.
who knows? i certainly dont. it ms sarah janet mass. at the end of the day, we'll still eat up whatever she writes and beg for whatever crumbs she offers us
but in the meantime, ill entertain myself with the anti (whomever you dislike) tags and wait for the agonizing five years it takes for sjm to finish two books to be over
I swear y’all acotar haters who compare sjm (who writes masterpieces) to Colleen fucking Hoover only read the first book. (Which is still a problem because the first book is still >>>>> anything coho can ever conjure in that tiny brain of hers)
And throne of glass!! like ok if y’all hate acotar cuz Rhys fucked in a war tent Rowaelin fucked on a beach I hope thats more acceptable for you. (no but fr tog is also a literal masterpiece. The ending of EoS???? KoA????? hello?)
Won't You Run Away With Me Chapter 1
ITS ABOUT HELION AND LOA!!! IM EXCITED FOR MYSELF
tw: noncon (not graphic)
short chapter, 1K words
Summary: Based on Helion's conversation with the IC in ACOWAR, what happened between Helion and Lady of the Autumn court (because ms sarah janet maas takes two years to finish a book and I cannot wait for her big reveal and no one wrote a fic on this so i'm doing it)
Read on AO3
CHAPTER 1: BEFORE THE WAR
“I heard her family wanted internal ties to power, and that they didn’t give her a choice before they sold her to Beron.” - Helion to Mor, ACOWAR
The fire in her blood is her damnation, for she was about to become the Lady of Autumn, the pretty, silent wife to Beron Vanserra.
There was no choice in the matter really, her father needed the political alliance that came from selling his youngest daughter to the cruel High Lord of Autumn. No matter that she was just 20- a child, barely past her first bleed- and Beron was nearly a century old. And war… war was looming, and her parents certainly couldn’t afford for their alliances with the High Lord to drift. She begged her family for more time, to wait just a few years.
-
“I’ll find another High Lord to marry,” she had pleaded on her knees, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her father sneered, the room heating with his rage. “What do you know about alliances? To be married to Beron Vanserra, what more could a female like you want?” She flinched. What more could a girl like you want. Love! She wanted to scream. I want to marry the male I love! But what did she know? Her sisters, watching behind a half closed door, looked at her with eyes full of pity and knowing. Knowing, for the male she had met at the equinox ball who had charmed her with his warm smile and bright eyes. The son of the High Lord of the Day Court. Helion Spellcleaver. Her father barely gave his weeping daughter another look before winnowing out of the room. He did not notice the crumpled letter she held in her hands and the unfamiliar necklace hidden beneath her dress. He did not wait for her to reveal the male that has been courting her for almost a year. She threw the letter into the fireplace and weeped. The fire eagerly swallowed up the letter. A declaration of love, a promise turned into ash. - The wedding is a relatively quiet ceremony with just Beron’s most important lords. The commoners would hear of this later, through an official proclamation. It was a relief that no one else would witness her humiliation, though she supposed no one really cared who she was as long as she kept Beron happy.
That was her job now, to keep a high lord happy. To look pretty, have a few children and pray and hope the lord would not tire of her too soon. She supposed there were worst things in the world. Beron’s servants were silent as they prepared her for the wedding, they kept their eyes down, deft hands dressing her without so much as an extra glance for the female marrying their high lord. Perhaps they were glad that with her as Beron’s wife, he would be otherwise occupied, in the bedroom at least.
She was not oblivious to Beron’s temper and the commoners’-- and rest of the court for that matter-- contempt toward Beron. For good reason too, she had heard of how he treated his servant, and how he ensured that people who spoke against him promptly disappeared. The few times she had gone to the countryside were even worse- though she secretly agreed that the farmers’ outright hatred for the lord was justified- they were paid barely more than what it took them to buy their crops, while Beron and other lords in the capital were drowning in finery and wasting the food that should’ve gone to the hungry people.
She was also under no illusion that the lord would grow to feel even an inkling of love for her, knew that she was nothing but a prized breeding mare. She wanted to ask the servant girls how they survived, how she could survive. But as the servants finished putting her hair into twist on her head, the words stuck in her throat. She gave them a thankful nod, and looked in the mirror. She did not recognize who stared back. She was led out by an armed sentry, as she looked back at the servant girls, she was surprised to find that there were tears brimming in their eyes. The girls caught her staring and promptly looked down, expressionless once again. She wondered whether someday she would look like that too.
Suddenly, she couldn’t help but wish that a certain amber eyed male would come a save her.
- She did not remember what happened exactly during the ceremony other than the murmured thanks to the halfhearted congratulations thrown her way. She had been lost in a crowd of lords trying to gain Beron’s favor, the dress making it her for her to disappear back into her room.
Her room.
She did not share a room with the lord, even now that they’re married. Beron had barely spared her a second glance after the crowds had dispersed. He winnowed away to cauldron knows where, as if he could barely stand the sight of her. It was a sentry who saw her confused expression and led her to her room, then told her that Beron would seek her out when he wished. Or she would be summoned to the High Lord’s quarters.
To be summoned like a dog. She almost let slip. But the sentry did not deserve her anger. So she simply nodded her thanks and went into her room.
-- The first night was the hardest. Beron had, in fact, seeked her out. She did not make a sound as Beron made her undress. She did not let out the tears that threatened to spill out. She did not let herself feel what was happening. But it was afterward when the door slammed shut and she was left alone in that cold, unfamiliar bed that she realized, truly realized, that this was her life now. She was the High Lord’s possession, his to treat however he wished.
And there was not one damn thing she could do about it.
honestly sjm. at this point i have read ALL of the books you've ever published atleast 3 times each (well besides Tower of Dawn cuz that one lowkey sucked ahaha), with ACOMAF winning at 10 reads, ACOWAR and KOA coming second at 5.
if we ever have a contest on who can complete completely random sentences in your book, I. will. win.
GUYS I FOUND FEYSAND'S ACOMAF THEME SONG
no bc i swear Walked Through Hell by Anson Seabra is literally Feysand's theme song in ACOMAF:
I guess all the mountains that I moved just weren't enough And all those nights I walked you home From crowded bars when you were drunk Well they meant nothing 'cause you up and walked away And I just wonder what it'd take to make you stay
ALL THAT TIME RHYS SPENT TRYING TO GET FEYRE TO EAT AND SMILE ALL WHILE FEYRE STILL LOVED TAMLIN SO "IT MEANT NOTHING CAUSE SHE'LL UP AND WALK AWAY"
'Cause when you said jump I said how high But when I jumped you said goodbye
RHYS WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR FEYRE, BUT FEYRE IS STILL MAD AT HIM FOR TRYING TO SAVE HER FROM HERSELF BY TAKING HER AWAY FROM TAMLIN
I would've walked through hell To find another way I would've laid me down If I knew that you would stay
HIM CRAWLING TO SAVE HER FROM AMARANTHA!! AND THEN LATER NOT CARING ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES AND SAVING HER FROM TAMLIN AS LONG AS SHE'S HAPPY.
I would've crossed the stars To keep you in my life But now I'm falling hard Without you here tonight Without you here tonight
STARS- NIGHT COURT HE WOULD'VE DONE ANYTHING FOR HER AND THERE WAS ALSO THE BARGAIN BETWEEN THEM
AND EVEN THOUGH SHE'S IN THE SPRING COURT HE'S STILL FALLING FOR HER EVERYDAY
What did you do with all that love you couldn't give And do you need someone to help you tell you what to do with it It must be nice to love someone who puts you first Then walk away when they expect it in return
SHE LOVES TAMLIN BUT IT WAS A TOXIC LOVE BUT RHYS CAN "HELP TELL [HER] WHAT TO DO" WITH HER TRAUMA. BUT RHYS IS ALSO BITTER THAN TAMLIN GOT THE GIRL AND HE DIDN'T HENCE "IT MUST BE NICE TO LOVE SOMEONE WHO PUTS YOU FIRST" AND THEN "WALK AWAY WHEN THEY EXPECT IT IN RETURN" SARCASM AIMS TOWARDS FEYRE!!!!
I think first and foremost this fandom needs to remember that everyone has faults. And by everyone, I mean the people within this fandom, the characters in ACOTAR, and SJM herself. I think that we need to remember that despite all the character’s faults, we kept reading. We kept reading because we like the plot, we like the inner circle, we like Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian, Nesta, Azriel, Mor, Emerie, Gwyn… we like the universe that Sarah J Maas has created. (Anf if you’re that group of people that reads for the sake of hating it or only read on because of so and so character, that’s okay too.) At the end of the day, all of us still read on. It doesn’t matter how problematic you think Sarah J Maas, she still deserves our thanks for creating a universe that we love, characters that we relate with, and a community that we get to share in. People come into this fandom because they have something to say about the book, not to argue over who’s right and who’s wrong. It’s fine for a huge fandom to not have a generally agreed on opinion, it’s fine for people to share theories, opinions, love and hate certain characters, find certain actions problematic, that is totally fine and is what the fandom is for. But a fandom is supposed to be a loving and accepting community, and when you see people leaving this fandom, leaving social media, shouldn’t we also self-reflect? When you see such a clear line between pros and antis, so many people blocking each other, so much hate, isn’t time to do something about it?
Everyone has good intentions and I know that. When it's no longer about the ships and the theories, everyone in this fandom is the sweetest person. But it's always about the ships and always about the problems, and there's so much hate isn't it time to just wonder why? I dont think it's any single person's fault. Sarah J Maas is human, she doesn't wake up one day and decide that the abuser that people characterize Rhysand as should get together with the heroine. Or that it's such a beautiful day for her main characters to be neglectful rulers who are so selfish that they had a bargain to die without regard for their people.
I get that authors should be called out for poor representation or some other sorts of "problematic actions" but I think this fandom has overanalyzed the books to a point where everything is problematic and everything is either this or that and if it's not it's Sarah J Maas's fault it's that person you just blocked's problem. And maybe I'm being naive and maybe this is what the freedom of speech and all that crap entails. But other fandoms aren't like this. Other authors have faults too, but they're never overanalyzed to this point. People love certain characters over others too, but they don't have the entire fandom divided because you either like Nesta or you don't.
And I think that just because you can filter out anti tags and "the block button is right there"... is that really any better?
This isn't right. This isn't a community.
And I honestly don't even know what tags to use at this point because it's not gonna reach the target audience regardless because either the anti tags are blocked or the pro tags are blocked and there's fucking wars with actual people dying right now and we're fighting over fictional characters. And I really want to be nice and fair and reason with people and actually DO SOMETHING instead of just talking about it, but I am also so, so mad.
maybe it's cuz im dumb and dont know howbut y'all anti nesta people be blocking nesta tags and everyone be using n/esta or n*sta (or like e/riel) so like???? I personally don't care and im not anti any characters but i mean
I don't think sjm did any other interviews from 2021~ now (or if she did it's not public so I can't see it) and since I've only first read acotar during January of last year and only acosf and hosab came out when I was actually a part of the fandom, I've never actually seen any of sjm's interview until this recent one with Katherine Webber and I have to say.. the way sjm haters villainize sjm one would think sjm is some kind of heartless psycho that 1. purposely created Danika Fendyr solely to be used as a plot device because she's dead 2. purposely designed Rhys and Feyre to be selfish rulers who will be the doom of Velaris 3. purposely made Feyre such an irresponsible mother and ruler 4. purposely made Rhysand such a manipulative and irresponsible ruler 5. purposely made nesta such a evil and uncaring person not even bothering to redeem her (you all, nesta's human, she makes mistakes and it's not always okay but that doesn't make her an evil person who doesnt deserve a second.. well fine maybe third... chance) 6. purposely killed the thirteen (this one's a joke you people who take everything so literally) 7. purposely made Rhys and Feyre seem so heartless they could have sex when people are dying (bro it's supposed to be romantic not a personal attack on the dying people 🙄 it's supposed to symbolize how "people in find hope in others [in sex, yes] during the hardest times" 8. purposely created the IC as a toxic enviorment and toxic family who "keeps things from each other" and "don't trust and open up to each other" (eg: Mor not being willing to admit she's gay, telling feyre her preganacy can kill her WELL IF YOU WERE IN THEIR POSITION YOU PROBABLY WOULD DO THAT SAME THING) 9. purposely made Bryce curvy without "proper representation" because she's fatphobic 10. purposely didn't give any of her characters god forbid THERPY and had them magically get better (you all fun fact no one believes in therapy where i live and im suicidal but obviously im not dead yet and probably also less messed up than HALF of you sjm haters so one doesnt require therapy to get over trauma or to just... not be dead✨) 10. purposely gave Rhys and Feyre power (and from one of the acotar hate chain I quote) "so they can fucking waste it" 11. purposely had Nyx conceived out of fear (not true but I'll humor you all)
I could go on and on and on but i think this sufficient don't you? You all, acotar and tog and cc are books. in a world designed by a single human. characters have flaws, it doesnt mean they're horrible people, it doesnt mean the AUTHOR is a horrible person or transphobic or fatphobic or anti lgbtq.
also note that before every single point there is a "purposely" as in the things these characters do maybe arent totally correct, but it isn't done because of "problematic intensions"
I don't think SJM is problematic. she's human like any of us, and that means she has her own viewpoints or writes about things she finds acceptable but you don't. that doesnt make her a bad person or a problematic author.
if i admit that im looking foward to a fire breathing bitch queen x high lady of the night court x starborn princess meet up how badly will the fandom come at me 💀
something we can all agree on
Bryce to Cassian:
Cassian when he uses the guns:
Can you imagine the chaos that would take place if the inner circle came to Lunathion? GUNS IN CASSIAN’S HANDS???!!!
I find it so funny that acotar people go "I want to hold Feysand accountable because etc etc/ they shouldn't have etc. etc it's selfish/ they're bad leaders" but y'all they're fictional??? Like yea uh sure go hold fictional people accoutable but like uh what's the point? And hold the author accountable??? Waitttt is sjm gonna rule Velaris someday and suddenly vow to die together with her husband cuz that's gonna be so cool.
I have a very very very very important question:
Do y'all haters read acotar just for the sake of critisizing it? Cuz it pisses me off (cuz YES i do get defensive cuz i love them but i get ur freedom of expression stuff) but i get it cuz being judgemental is fun. i like it and I started this post as being sarcastic but now i find it funny. One thing, totally fine with critisizing characters, but its a direct insult to actual humans beings if you call them *dumb*, who, by the way, read sjm bc they like sjm and actually feel happy reading sjm and is certainly smarter than people who read sjm for the sake of hating sjm cuz why waste your time if you don't even like it? It's like wearing the color pink to tell people you hate pink like why do you even bother? also, riceman and feyrugs actually really creative, but my acotar loving side is screaming but all is well.
would love some responses, feel free to hate (since you probably hate for the sake of hating, no judgement even if you call be dumb cuz i am since im failing math) will respond when im bored and will try not to get defensive (but i will)
if i sound sarcastic or stuff, i swear im not but have fun hating cuz im also gonna have alotta fun answering
The thing about sjm
is that as problematic as she is, her writing touches me. I'll be reading acotar or hoeab or tog and then there's these moments where I truly feel the writing. I can connect with what sjm have written, I can connect with what Feyre, Nesta, Aelin is feeling. And she describes it in a way where I read a sentence and what I am feeling or have felt is described perfectly. And there's these sudden bursts of emotions because it's not because she wrote she's sad or she's mad, but she shows how conflicted the character feels, how helpless, how afraid these characters feel, in a way that made me realize that I'm not alone in my feelings and that others have felt what I have felt too. This is why I fell in love with her writing, with her characters. And if she's problematic, then so be it, but I'm not going to stop reading her books because I believe that the book and the author are seperate things and just because you hate the author, doesn't mean you have to hate the characters too. And even if she racist or homophobic, I still thank her for writing these books, for helping me realize that it's going to be okay through her writing.
Friendly Reminder
Bryce vacuumed Micah up.
Feyre: 🎶if you ever cared to ask🎶
Tamlin : 🎶well good for you, you look happy and healthy 🎶
Lucien : Tam, i'm begging you...
Tamlin : *throws a table at the wall* 🎶NOT ME🎶
"She wasn't fated for anything. Not anymore. "
-Throne of Glass, Chapter 6
it hits differently when you're rereading
bye i'll just go sob in a corner y'all
When someone asks who my bf is
Well, that kind of depends... some times it's Rhysand, other times it's Rowan. And then every other Monday is one of the Herondales. Oh no, Lightwoods are on Mondays, Herondales are on Tuesdays. And occasionally, Aleksander Morozova, he usually goes by The Darkling. Either Daniel Altan Wing or Four once a month... and Maxon too if he has the time.
PeAnUt BuTtEr SaNdWiCh
We waited 3 years for ACOSF and then got a single month to enjoy it before a peanut butter sandwich sent the whole fandom into a toxic uproar. I just want my tags back. I just want to enjoy my fandom community.
I can’t even imagine what the tags will look like if this show is actually made.
ACOTAR TV adaption
I’m seeing a few comments abt how we need to stop freaking out about acotar’s tv adaption. Tbh, I'm actually fine without the tv adaption, I mean I’m happy for SJM, but I really don’t want how I pictured the story and characters to be changed. (obviously, no one could be as perfect as Rhysie and I really don’t want certain scenes to change)
But yes, I am still VERY excited for it, even if i do have conflicted feelings too.
in my opinion nesta was never locked and forgotten all she had to was ask for help and learn that sometimes when you are at your weakest your family will always be there for you
😳you...like the sjm fandom..? Even if they're toxic?
yes I love it all the books, characters but the constant disagreements by stans, antis makes it a little difficult but I follow some lovely people and they remind me why I loved it here in the first place.
I am a part of so many fandoms but sjm fandom has gotta be the most toxic one and yes I still love it here.
I just want to make one thing clear its like Loki and Thor their age is 1000+ but in asgardian that is considered like mid twenties and so like that same goes for fae years. Rhysand, rowan , Cassian being hundred of years old doesn't mean they are old and fucking pedophiles they are just as young as Feyre or Nesta or aelin is in human years.
New HC: Helion recognized the Illyrian markings for glory in battle Rhys had painted on Feyre when he starts to bring her to the revels.
“Love the new decoration for your new pet,” Helion laughs to Rhysand, who pulls Feyre closer and gives the Lord of Day a lazy grin.
“Indeed. I think they quite suit her.”
They share a glance that to outsiders looks salacious and wicked, but Helion reads the intent in Rhysand’s eyes. He has seen those markings in the books of his libraries and knows. He knows what a bold statement of defiance they are. He knows that this mortal is now their best chance. Their only chance. He knows why Rhys is keeping her by his side every night, why he’s keeping her out of the darkness of the dungeons as long as he can.
And he begins to hope.
people be like all the fae males portray toxic musculanity with ripped muscles and stuff. well did you expect hundreds of years old warriors who are training everyday since they were born to have belly fat.