Folie passagère

France. 22. Mostly book and anime fandom.

[montanajade98]

But what about vampire history teachers. Vampires who read something from a text book then proceed to light the book on fire and throw it out the window because “No. that’s not even close to what really happened. Listen up nerds I’m about to teach you what really happened in France during the revolution”

[sapphosigns]

I need this as a series

[gefdreamsofthesea]

Vampires sharing the recipe for Greek fire.

Vampires speaking in dead languages.

Vampires being able to translate untranslatable scripts.

Vampires who react to straightwashing historical figures like “Are you kidding me everyone knew that man was queer!”

Vampires from cultures who were once antagonistic towards each other stubbornly maintaining a friendship that’s lasted longer than their civilizations.

Vampires who honour forgotten deities you won’t find in mythology books.

[radio-freedunmovin-deactivated2]

Also, vampires who secretly saved stuff from the Library of Alexandra.

[freyadragonlord]

A vampire show that does not revolve all around sex and eternal cursed love.

[northcentralpositronics-blog]

nerd vampire whose knowledge of current events is terrible but they can always remember everything that’s considered “history” so they have a super-detailed knowledge of everything up to about thirty years ago and then ?????

vampire who couldn’t tell you what caravaggio was known for but duelled with him at least three times and slept with him at least ten. “cara-who OH YOU MEAN MICHAEL yeah he was cool”

vampire who spent 100 years in a convent and is still so bitter that in all that time they never made her mother superior “GODDAMMIT I HAD SENIORITY! I HAD SENIORITY!” “okay so first off janet, that was six hundred years ago, but more importantly, maybe if you didn’t always start those complaints off with blasphemy…”

vampire professor who just sort of showed up at oxford when it was founded and is still there (and nobody’s noticed because he still never actually shows up to his lectures)

vampire politician who lifts all their campaign speeches wholesale from speeches given 200 years ago and just waits for someone to catch them out (nobody ever does they’re prime minister and their approval ratings are through the roof)

[northcentralpositronics-blog]

WAIT I HAVE MORE

queer vampire who constantly talks about the fashion for straightness and you need to be really careful because if you tell them straight is default they WILL scream at you for five days straight about what a modern concept heterosexuality is

vampire hoarder who has an entire town where they just kept having to buy new houses to keep their stuff in and some of it’s probably worth tens of millions by now but you’ll never find it in among the 1950s kitschy kitten sculptures and boxes of newspaper (the newspaper is a wonderful mix of yesterday’s guardian and daily courants from 1725)

vampire sailor from manderville’s time who just has so many stories and some of them might even be true

vampire bluestocking girl who took to the internet like a fish to water and spends her whole unlife engaging reddit antifeminists about women’s rights because that’s one fight she’s determined to see through. also with the advent of cheap dyes she literally wears blue socks every day and hopes one day someone gets the joke

vampire doctor who just gets SO CONFUSED about the literature because do you know how hard it is to keep up with medicine kevin? when i got my doctorate we thought leeches were good and then they were bad and now they’re good again? i was published in issue one of the lancet kevin that is 387 lancets kevin how the hell am i meant to remember which one’s current kevin why are they saying cannabis is good for pain like this is news??? (but also lives in a state of wonderment every day in hospital because wow look at all this stuff we can do now look at it kevin!)

entire coven of vampires constantly quibbling over manners because they’re all from different periods: “HATS OFF AT TABLE” “SCREW YOU LEONARD ONLY PEASANTS EAT BAREHEADED” “TABITHA THAT HASN’T BEEN GOOD MANNERS SINCE THE 1500S NOBODY HAS LICE ANY MORE” “IT ISN’T ABOUT LICE LEONARD IT’S ABOUT GOOD MANNERS YOU NEED TO HAVE GOOD MANNERS WHEN YOU HAVE PEOPLE OVER FOR DINNER” “I SWEAR TO GOD TABITHA IF YOU MAKE THAT PUN ONE MORE TIME I WILL SHOVE YOUR STUPID HAT DOWN YOUR THROAT”

[bumbleandbumble]

vampire musicians who might not have been child prodigies but goddammit 500 years of practicing an instrument is bound to get you somewhere (also knowing the composer and being the first person to start playing a song doesn’t hurt either)

[moonsofavalon]

my favorite will always be vampires who know fuck-all about the standard major historical events because they were always somewhere else whenever big shit was going down:

“yeah i heard about the hundred years war but i was in northern african at the time so…”

“the roman empire fell??? how did the fucking roman empire fall??? i spend a fucking handful of decades in india and i come back to this???”

“russia needs to stop having revolutions, i can’t keep them all straight…”

“when did france become a democracy?? and america’s now it’s own country??? i’ve spent the last century in a forest in wallachia scaring small children so––wHat dO yOU meAn we’re calling it romania now??? when the fuck did it become romania???”

“WE HAD A WORLD WAR??? WE HAD TWO WORLD WARS???? well obviously ‘world’ is an exaggeration because i heard nothing about it while i was lost in the amazon rainforest for the last fifty years…”

“listen i spent most of the fourteenth century as a pirate in the south china sea so someone’s gonna had to clue me in on all this ‘black plague’ nonsense.”

[augustarambles]

Drunk history but the guests are vampires

[radioproxy]

!

[thebleedingangels-deactivated20]

Daddy's Home

Some Nessian for father’s day. I hope you like it.

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Cassian sighed. It was going to be a long day. All he wanted to do was go back home to Nesta and their daughter, Alana. He didn’t really understand why Illyrians were so dense and couldn’t make out what he said until he’d bellowed it five times.

Mumbling something which sounded a lot like horseshit, Cassian trudged back to his make-shift tent. He’d been staying in that tent for the past two days, already missing the feel of Nesta’s skin against his, the sound of his daughter waking them up in the middle of the night. As if sensing his distress, a wave of calmness flooded upon him. ‘Nesta,’ he thought. His wife. His mate.

Cassian packed up his things, which, if you thought about it, didn’t consist of much. Mostly just clothes. After surveying the Illyrian camp, the Commander took to the skies, ready to go home.

Nesta missed Cassian. So fucking much that it hurt. She knew that he’d only been gone for two days, but it’d felt like eternity. She rocked Alana in her arms, cooing gently to her. She still couldn’t believe that this bundle of joy was hers. She’d been created out of love, and would continue to receive love for millennia to come.

Nesta remembered how scared she’d first been when she’d first found out that she was pregnant. She went ballistic, completely out of her mind. Her cravings for Cassian had been worse than it had been since she’d first accepted the mating bond. She also remembered how cool and calm Cassian had been, knowing full well that deep down, he too was a hot mess. He’d been Nesta’s rock throughout her pregnancy, and that’d made Nesta love him even more.

Suddenly, she heard wings. Cassian. He was back. “Daddy’s home,“ she whispered to Alana.

“Cass, I can’t,“ Nesta whispered, anguish, guilt and sorrow on her tired face. “Just a little more, sweetheart,” Cassian said. He wondered what he could do to help. Nesta had been gripping his hand so hard he felt like he was going to burst all the blood vessels there.

“Come on, just one more push,” Cassian encouraged her. She gritted her teeth. It had been a painful labor, lasting almost 14 hours. With another painful squeeze of his hand, Alana was born. Cassian had tears in his eyes. This was his daughter, whom he would love with all his heart. He smiled and kissed Nesta’s damp forehead. They’d done it. She’d done it. And, he’d forever be grateful to her.

Cassian landed on the porch of their house with a soft thud. He scented her before he saw her. Cassian was immediately tackled by Nesta, as she kissed him wildly. “Wow, sweetheart. I should probably go more often, if you’re going to greet me like this,” said Cassian. Nesta mumbled something that sounded like don’t you fucking do that again against his lips. She finally pulled back, and led him towards their sleeping daughter. Cassian picked up his daughter. She was so small in his massive hands. He kissed her forehead and she opened her hazel eyes.

Alana smiled at her father. “Dada,” she said. Her first words, Nesta whispered into Cassian’s mind. His eyes were moist. He turned towards Nesta, only to find her eyes shining, too. “Yes Alana, dada’s here. He’s not going anywhere,” Cassian said, his voice thick with emotion. This. This was all he needed to end his shitty day.

[fictionandfuckery]

OMIGOD WHAT IF THE CHAOL NOVEL IS WHAT CHAOL IS DOING DURING EOS FOR THE FIRST HALF THEN IN THE MIDDLE ROWAN SHOWS UP AND ASKS CHAOL TO HELP THEM FIND AELIN THEN THE BOOK ENDS WITH THEM FINDING HER!!!!! SARAH SAID CHAOLS ACTIONS DETERMINE THE WAR, WHAT IF ITS CUZ HE HELPS THEM FIND AELIN!😱😱😱😱

[paperbacktrash-deactivated20180]

This is the best theory I have heard. I bow down to you.

[propshophannah]

BUT ALSO: WHAT IF HE FINDS THE CROCHANS?! CUUUUUZ YRENE MIGHT BE A CROCHAN. AND THEYRE LIKE, “YPU SAVED THE WHITE DEMN ONCE? DARN WE’RE KIND IF IN YOUR DEBT. WHST DO YOU WABT?” AND CHAOL’S LIKE WELL THERE IS THIS WAR COMING….. AND WHAT IF HALFWAY THROUGH DORIAN AND MANON AND THE THIRTEEN SHOW UP AND WE GET BEST FRIEND ANGST & WITCHES ARE DANGEROUS ANGST & YEAH BUT SHE SAVED MY KINGS LIFE ALL OVER THE PLACE SO SHE MUST BE CHILL.

OR MAYBE AS CHAOL AND NES LEAD THE ARMY ACROSS THE SEA THEY MEET UP WITH MAEVES SHIP AND CHAOL IS LIKE “JEEZE THE EYES LOOKING OUT FROM THAT IRON BOX SURE LOOK FAMILIAR….”

[the-dark-instruments]

OMG IT’S TERRIBLE THAT I LAUGHED AT THE LAST ONE 😂

[propshophannah]

@the-dark-instruments BAHAHAH! No it’s not. I feel like Maas would do that to us. Like Chaol would see a far off ship and describe it and maybe a Crochan would be like “huh there is some bad magic coming off that vessel.” And Chaol would be like “let’s rerouted to avoid them then.” and we the readers would be like “NOOOO.” And the fandom would have so many more reasons to hate my boy Chaol.

[kuroneko0195]

Acotar next story

If Queen Vasa story is based on Swan lake I think she is the black Swan, Lucien is the prince and Elain the white Swan.

[just-shower-thoughts]

At some point I worry that self driving cars will go a route just to ensure you see certain stores or billboards, the real world equivalent of a pop up ad

[thebleedingangels-deactivated20]

okay but Azriel and Cassian are Chandler and Joey fight me

[thebleedingangels-deactivated20]

okay but Azriel and Cassian are Chandler and Joey fight me

[arz28art]

Illyrian babies. 😏😂😂

[dumpsterfirebooks]

Oh my god 😍😍😍😍

[mor-rigan]

I think the only thing that truly bothered me about acowar was when Feyre had a glamour on the Bone Carver and Bryaxis for Dramatic Entrances™

LIKE

HER MAGIC POOL WAS ALREADY BASICALLY DEPLETED

AND INSTEAD OF SAVING THAT MAGIC

SHE USED IT TO SURPRISE RHYS WITH THESE ALLIES

SHE EVEN SAID IT WAS TIRING TO HOLD THAT GLAMOUR FOR HOURS

HOURS

THATS HOURS WORTH OF MAGIC SHE WASTED

[team-fire-breathing-bitch-queen]

I get what u mean but it was also to glamour them from the enemy, the dramatic entrance and surprising hey was just a bonus-although she could have saved her energy and just gotten them to stay out of sight until they were need…

[kuroneko0195]

Talking of glamour How, under faebane effects, did she hide her tatoo to Lucien when they were running away from spring court. Please someone explain me.

[luthientinuvielss]

Imagine Cassian making horrible jokes and puns during battle and Rhys and Az nearly losing their shit

Cassian: You don’t need that spine. Cassian: *rips out creature’s spine* Cassian: It’s holding you back.

Cassian: That’s it! I’m disarming you. Cassian: *rips off creature’s arm*

Cassian: Knock knock? Azriel: Don’t answer him. Enemy: Who’s there? Cassian: …Knockles? Cassian: *punches enemy* Rhys: You’re fired.

Az and Rhys don’t speak to him for days.

[kuroneko0195]

There should be a warning signal on every SJM book like ...

WARNING : This book may cause - Sudden crises of laugh /cry - Falling in love with fictionnal characters - New high expectation of real life people - Mourning - Severe book hangover Books are precious, Please dont throw them away if emotionnally overwhelmed.

[iheartmesomebooks]

Friendly Reminder

She sent THE BOGGE AFTER THEM

[kuroneko0195]

Favorite part of ACOWAR

[silketara]

“Busybody”

[kuroneko0195]

Walking down the aisle (Nessian OS)

I made it ! First ACOTAR and english fic (I’m French). Please tell me about any mistake, my english classes are over for a while now.

Summary : Cassian asked Nesta to marry him but something is bothering her.                   OS (1968 words)                   Nessian, feysand and mention of elucien

Three years have passed since the end of the war against Hybern. By this winter afternoon, Feyre was reading, pressed against the armrest of the sofa in front of the fireplace, feet on a sleepy Rhysand’s leg. She was enjoying her new novel, courtesy of Vivianne, when the town house front door slammed open to shut as fast and loud. Rhysand jolted awake while his mate was already leading to the foyer.

Against the door was standing Nesta, red and breathless as if she had run all the city to come here, a vacant look on her face. Her sister ran to her to take her hand, fear already running in her veins that something bad was going to happen.

« Nesta, what’s wrong ? »

«  … propo … » muttered the older sister, her mind still somewhere else. Feyre instited.

« Are you hurt ? Is it something wrong ? Nesta answer me please » Behind, Rhysand was standing in the threshold of the sitting room, worried but letting his mate handle her sister. « I don’t understand what your saying Nesta. » she said again.

Still the Highlord catched her words first. Eyes wide he said « Cassian proposed to you. » It wasn’t a question but Nesta moved her head to confirm.

Feyre felt a sudden wave of joy going through her. Her elder sister and the commander were in a relationship for two years now. They wanted to keep it secret first but Cassian had difficulties to hide his love for Nesta long before she did have feelings for him. They were little demonstrative in public, more long and knowings looks than kisses and cuddling. Sometimes they would fight and try to keep that hidden too but their longing for each other was always obvious to everyone in the inner circle. They all knew it was a matter of time before Cassian did ask for her hand but no one was in a hurry. The youngest of Archeron’s sisters knew how much they were in love and so was deeply happy for her sister. However, the flat voice of Ryshand and a better look at Nesta made her wondering if everything was that alright.

« That’s nice. » She said anyway, glancing at her mate behind her. « Did you … What did you answered him ? »

Nesta was still breathing heavily, looking at her sister as if she was seeing her but not quietly. Rhysand came closer, asking « Did you answered him ? Or … » Then she seemed to realise where she was, and what had happened. Her hands started to shake as she was hiding her face behind them.

Feyre gave her husband an incomprehension look.

What does it mean ?

I think she ran away from Cassian after he proposed

What ? Why would she do that ?

He only glance at the woman against the door before raising an eyebrow. I never got to really understand her but it wouldn’t surprise me if she did.

Nesta got them out of their mind talk. « I think I made a mistake » She said, looking expectently at her younger sister.

Rhysand took a deep breath. You two should talk. I’ll go check on Cassian. Then he was gone, leaving Feyre with a still shocked Nesta and no idea of what to do.

It tooks several minutes for Rhysand to find his brother, not wanting to use his deamanti powers. He landed swiftly in front of the man, sit in a corner of the House of Wind’s family library, forearms on his lap, head and wings down. The High Lord, knew more or less that it was the place were his friend and sister-in-law confessed months ago. He willingly made some noise has he sat down in a armchair next to Cassian, to be sure his friend has noticed his presence. Then he waited. Waited for him to speak the pain he could clearly see on the Illyrian’s face, behind the curtain of his black hair falling around his head.

« How do you know ? » the commander said in a murmur.

« She came to the house, surely to see Feyre. »

« I fucked up. » Finally said Cassian after a pause. « I don’t even know why I did this. »

« Wasn’t it planned ? » The other man nodded negativly. « Then, what happened ? »

« I just … » He said in a sharp breath « We were on the sparring ring, trainning. I, I … » His hands were moving as if he was replaying the scene. « I was about to say something to taunt her but she laughed » He smiled sadly. « I love to hear that sound you know. When she stop hidding behind a wall just to be herself. »

« I know what you mean. »

« I don’t know what happened. If it was the way the light was on her face, her laugh or something else … but in this exact moment I knew I never wanted her away from me. Mates or not, i suddendly felt so much love that I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. »

« So, you proposed. »

Nesta was against the door, one hand on her mouth. Feyre had sit in front of her holding her other hand and waiting, concern on her face.

« He proposed to me » Nesta said once again, slowly coming back to reality.

« He asked you to be his wife. Feyre said, not a question but her sister nodded anyway before addinf « I ran away. Mother above, I ran away. » She took a sharp breath, realising what she had done. « He will never forgive me. I’ve ruined everything. » Once again she was hiding behind her hands.

« Nesta » Feyre called her, moving closer to her sister. « He will never blame you for it. If you don’t want to marry him, or marry at all, it is your choice and he will respect it the way he always respected you. Never doubt that. » The high lady took yhe hands away from her sister face. « Everything will be alright » she tried to reassure her sister while taking her in her arms. « But I want to marry him ! » cried Nesta, now sobbing freely. « I don’t understand. You want to marry Cassian but you ran away. » Nesta nodded, unabled to speak right. « Why ? » finally asked Feyre. Nesta answered in a shaking whisper « Father is gone ».

An hour before

As an emissary to the human realm, Nesta had been really busy those last years. She had never worked before, always prefered to be served like when she was a child, even more after their time in the cabin. With the end of the war, and all that came with it, she had drown herself in work. First because she wanted to keep her mind busy from remembering it and then because she liked it. Sometimes she wandered how she was doing before, spending her day waiting for something to happen, with no real purpose.

As a perfectionnist she, sometimes, worked too much to the liking of Rhysand, so he declared she had to take some days off from time to time. Things were smooth lately, so Cassian had offered they took a week for themselves. A moment before, they were in the sparring ring, Cassian trying to make a point that he could avoid shots as good as usual on ice ground. Of course it was stupid but she loved hit, this childish part of him. She had stood in front of him to shoot some arrows at him. Of course, he fell on his ass rather fast, considering the rain they had yesterday just before the cold night.

She expected him to fall, he didn’t. That’s why his truly astonished face made her laugh, his eyes glaring at the ice as if it had betrayed some silent agreement between them. Sometimes she surprised herself, thinking how few times she had let herself laugh freely before knowing the inner circle, knowing Cassian. At the thought of it her mocking laugh change for a delighted one, speaking the sudden joy she felt and had no words for.

A second later he was standing in front of her, with that intense gaze he had sometimes, focused on her face, with a hint of awe in it. She fell silent as he opened his mouth and asked her to be his wife.

He was saying it as the thought ran into her mind. They were not mates, she couldn’t tug at the bond between them, or hear him in her head. She didn’t, they didn’t need a mating bond because their love was so deep and true that only one glance was enough to know. Love flooded over her, honoured to be the one he choosed to be by his side for the rest of their life. She was used to it know, this was how she felt everytime they were together. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as he was going on about why he wanted her, only her.

Unlike most of women she knew, Nesta had never imagined herself as a bride, never had thought about how her and her husband would look like. Few years before she had no room for love in her heart. Not when her only concern was about her sisters’ safety and the mere mention of her father made her angry. She saw him die at Hybern’s hands. Her smiled faded. Cassian stopped talking. her father was dead, and for the first time since a long while she missed him. She wished he was still alive, because when she pictured her wedding he was there, walking her down the aisle and asking Cassian to take good care of her before stepping back to watch the ceremony with her sisters.

Nesta felt a urge to find them. Elain was at Day Court, too far, she couldn’t winnow long distance yet. Her mind was running wild as she took in her surroundings, searching for an exit. Feyre was close, in Velaris, probably at her house. She found the door leading indoor, and a few corridors away, to the stairs leading to the city. She ran, hardly noticing Cassian and the hurt in his eyes as she flew away, away from him.

Cassian is rather down her, what happened to your sister, darling ?

Something unexpected. We’re heading to the Day Court.

Wait, what ? Why ?

We need to see Elain. Do you think Helion will be mad we just winnow to his land without his permission ?

He knows better than to get between the Archeron sisters.

They came back late in the night, right in the House of Wind where Cassian was still mourning. Feyre led Rhysand out of the room while Nesta was going for her lover. When they reached the sitting room balcony, the high lord dared to ask « How was your trip to the Day Court ? ». Feyre looked up at him, eyes red as were Nesta’s and probably Elain’s too. Rhysand extended his arms to hug his mate. « What was it all about darling ? » he asked gently. « Our father never get to meet you, nor Lucien, nor Cassian. » He quickly made the connection. « Do you think he would have like us ? » She kissed him lightly before answering « You all make us happy, of course he would. »

[iamthebonecarver]

Bryaxis, Nightmare Come True

I know the fandom talks about bryaxis a lot. But I have yet to see a post discussing this one thing. 

In the library when Feyre first meets Bryaxis he doesn’t hurt her. He is just simply curious as to why she is down here, who she is, and what the twins are doing chasing her. Feyre closes her eyes against him but would that really change anything? Bryaxis is millennia old. So old no one knows, not even me (Bone Carver). So surely he could still send his fog over Feyre and put her into a hellish nightmare in her mind, killing her that way. So why doesn’t he! 

I know he says that Feyre is his highlady or the Nightcourts or something like that.. But why would that change his mind? I don’t think it would. So again, why did he let Feyre live? Isn’t anyone else curious about this? I mean he tried to kill Cassian, probably would have tried to kill Rhys or Mor or Azriel. Whats does he see in Feyre? I know Feyre is always said to be the great one, the one made, the curse breaker but I just don’t think those titles would matter to Bryaxis. 

 It has been bugging me for weeks now! lol. 

[kuroneko0195]

I think Bryaxis is some guardian of the library but mostly for the ones searching for a shelter in it. Rhysand came here after UtM and probably while Feyre was at the Spring Court.

Maybe Bryaxis overheard (voice or mental) about Feyre from the priestess or Rhysand himself. I imagine he was trying to know what was their fears and finally heard a lot about this High Lady everyone seems to love so much.

And because he is proud guardian of this library (maybe more), and Feyre had somehow protected the women upstairs, he liked her enough to spare her and do his job with the twins.

Or, if we consider it didn’t hurt Rhysand (or even Cassian somehow), maybe he is bound to the High Lord of the Night Court but it was forgotten over centuries.Think about it, someone had to capture him a first time and trap it here. So Briaxys can’t / won’t hurt them because they are High Lord and High Lady, plus their family. Or at least the ones they trust.

[theladyofdeath]

if the Inner Circle were cats

Rhys & Feyre:

Cassian:

Amren:

Azriel:

Mor:

[kuroneko0195]

Me: *reads 5 books in one week*

Also me: *doesn't pick up a book for 7.62 months*