NIGHT TRIUMPHANT

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯

[rhysan3]

an independent , mutuals only and selective writing blog for acotar’s : 𝗥𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗 , ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡.

a canon character following the novels a court of thorns and roses . . . both canon and heavily based headcanon themes. very plot based and cross over friendly ! written by stevie ( 21 , she / her, ) does NOT interact with minors

affiliated with @feyr4 & @praisenesta & @feyrevelaris

other blogs : @viscountings

PINTEREST

[rhysan3]

moved to @loresode

[rhysan3]

moved to @loresode

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moved to @loresode

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I have gone on a slight hiatus due to starting school again, I have decided to create an entirely new multi blog where I will move rhysand to for the time being. the blog is @loresode​ ! so give it a follow if you wish to remain mutuals / wish to interact !

[rhysan3]

i want some cute , soft threads .. either here or on discord .. who will give them to me

[rhysan3]

i apologize for not being as active lately, life has been hectic with the holiday season. i am also returning back to work tomorrow after being off for a month and a half so my activity will dwindle slightly because of that!

[rhysan3]

SO I was talking to this guy that I met in the beginning of the week and because it was CHRISTMAS WEEK , I was super busy prepping for that. I’m not the type of person to be on my phone every 5 minutes either , so this guy had been messaging me & I just wasn’t responding because I was so busy (perhaps I should’ve said something but besides the point) this guy proceeds to send me the most nastiest message on Snapchat today, saying how I’m ungrateful and any girl would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend and he’s been WATCHING MY SNAPCHAT , meaning he was checking my location and all this stuff , and I basically responded saying that it’s Christmas and I’ve been busy and I’m not on my phone 24/7, and how it’s very sad that he would expect someone to respond to him the SECOND he sent a text message .. but also that when a question is asked (bc I was asking him questions about what he does and stuff) that in order for a conversation to continue , you’re supposed to keep it going not respond with one worded answers .. so I went OFF

[rhysan3]

merry christmas to everyone who celebrates it! 🤍

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nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

[rhysan3]

rhysand would like me to tell you all that he won the bat boys annual snowball fight yesterday

[rhysan3]

sighs .. I keep seeing things on tiktok of rhys and feyre’s villain era being something happening to nyx & I just .. the idea

but then also I saw an au where rhysand loses feyre and is a single father to nyx and I just the ideas are endless and muse got higher

[rhysan3]

happy birthday to feyre darling !

i’m thinking of writing a lil something for feyre and rhysand hehe.

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she wants to believe him. there is nothing she wants more than to believe him, and for everything to be okay again. but the truth was that he lied, the truth was that her son would get stuck in her fae body during labor. he would die, and so would she and her mate. their court would be in ruins, and there'd be too much grief to survive it, even if they did survive and their boy didn't. her tattooed hand stays tucked against her belly, the swell was once comforting, once full of hope and dreams. now there was fear too, fear and worry, for the life they had created. for the boy she loved more than anything.

now he stands there, her mate. looking more sad and sorry than she had ever seen him - and it tugs at her heart. every instinct screams to walk to him, to comfort him. pull him into her arms and place her hand on his cheek as she presses her lips onto his own. to claim his warmth, to show him that he still is hers, that she claims him with all of his heart.

" rhysand, you lied to me. you had promised me ... you knew everything i had been through and you were the one person i trusted the most, but i can't say i don't understand. you know that we do things together, that we find solutions together. that you and i work through things together. and you betrayed that. you betrayed me. "

another sigh as she steps closer, hating every step, but all of her needs to get closer. the urge to touch and feel him is too big. she hadn't slept next to him in days. it was the longest they had been apart since she went to spring court. " promise me. no more secrets, rhys. no more lies, no more betrayal. i can forgive most things, but i will hurt too much if i cannot trust you. "

[rhysan3]

he wished he could take back hearing those words that madja uttered when he led her to the door. the visit had gone surprisingly well , things were progressing as they should ( for a normal fae child ) and yet when madja turned around with that solemn look on her face , rhys froze and took the news in stride. he didn’t ask any more questions , the simple phrase ringing through his mind : ‘ do not tell feyre ‘ and he didn’t. rhysand made some excuse that the reason it took so long was madja was giving him help on how to keep feyre happy. all while holding in the truth. they would die.

in all honesty , the fact that his court would be reduced to shambles never crossed his mind and for a fleeting moment he didn’t care. his mate was all he cared about , their unborn babe. standing there in her studio it takes everything in the high lord to not rush to her , knowing she needed her space , time to grieve and think things over. he betrayed her. so he stands , hands at his sides , eyes full of sorrow and longing and takes everything she gives him.

you betrayed me. those three words cause rhys to nod his head , eyes closing as he pushes the tears back. 〝 i never meant to betray you , or your trust. i understand that i did and i understand you may not ever want to forgive me. i didn’t want to put more strain on you. there is no excuse for what i did. 〞

violet eyes glance up when she steps closer , the larger part of him wanting to reach out and hold her , to cry with her. he was supposed to protect them and he failed. rhysand understood the distance she was putting between them but it was maddening. he takes a step closer , allowing the distance to remain incase she wished to lash out. betrayal. that words causes him to close his eyes again taking in a deep breath before he opens them to look at her. his mate. 〝 i promise. i promise you that you will be the first to know everything no matter what it is. no more lies , no more hiding anything. i understand if you don’t wish to forgive me , i don’t deserve it. and i will dread it everyday for lying to you , for betraying you and for being the reason you cannot find happiness. 〞

[gccdstories]

@rhysan3​ / hit the heart /

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒. ❝ I don't need your permission. ❞ It isn't often that he feels this way against Rhysand, but right now? The anger won't settle. ❝ Not this time. ❞

[rhysan3]

the comment causes rhys to furrow his eyebrows , a slight shock taking over his features. it wasn’t everyday that the three brothers got into arguments , it was something that rarely happened and yet the tone that came from azriel was enough to rattle rhysand’s bones. his eyes turned slightly cold , spine stiffening just slightly. 〝 and i’m telling you no , azriel. 〞rhys moves to stand up behind his desk , eyes never once leaving the shadow singer as he tries to assess the situation. 〝 and that’s an order. 〞

[idilika]

“   there  were  no  flowers  on  the  path  i’ve  taken .   ”

“ That   is   the   reason   why   i   brought   you   here. "

You   feel   too   much,   Elain;   you   can   feel   what   others   are   feeling   and   that   is   frightening   to   me   -   her   little   sister   did   once   mutter   such   a   statement,   and   perhaps   because   Feyre   would   not   allow   herself   to   feel   at   all,   their   relationship   was   always   strained.   Nesta   wouldn’t   let   herself   feel,   either,   but   her   motherly   need   to   protect   Elain   would   end   up   being   stronger   (   you   are   fragile,   and   soft,   and   burdened   ).

She   wonders,   when   in   her   life   did   she   become   so   involved   with   people,   with   creatures,   who   refused   to   feel   -   Lord   Rhysand   seems   to   want   to,   yet   something   prevents   him   from   it.   Still,   lust   and   sorrow   and   self   -   loathing   are   heavy   emotions,   all   consuming   like   wildfire.   And   perhaps   because   his   pain   is   so   burdening   (   she   can   feel   it   heavily,   better   now   that   she   is   no   longer   human;   coiled   around   his   neck   like   a   hanging   rope,   tightening   and   tightening   and   leaving   no   room   for   air   ),   Elain   has   decided   to   offer   a   saving   grace   –   let   me   loosen   the   rope   that   binds   you   to   your   aching   pain.   

His   bones   must   be   carved   with   all   too   much   hurt.   She   wonders   how   he   manages   to   keep   the   smirk   still.“   i   found   this   pond   a   few   weeks   ago;   while   I   sought   loneliness,   ”   sought   to   escape   to   something   that   seemed   familiar,   humane   -   the   small   clearing,   with   its   reflecting   moonlight   over   the   glassy   surface   of   the   pond,   reminds   her   of   the   one   near   their   cottage.   Where   Graysen   once   tried   in   vain   to   teach   her   how   to   swim;   where   he   saved   her   from   drowning,   “   it   felt   like   home,   so   I   stayed   until   night   fell.   then,   it   happened,   ”   curiously,   an   enigmatic   smile   has   found   rosy   lips,   and   she’ll   take   hold   of   his   hand   to   guide   him   closer   to   the   edge   of   the   water   (   a   small   wooden   dock   sits   on   it,   carved   with   precision   and   care.   the   Fae   are   truly   beautiful   architects,   she   must   admit   ),   “   do   you   see   those   flowers   floating   on   the   surface?   the   pink   ones.   in   my   world,   they   are   called   red   flares   …   a   kind   of   water   lily.   I’d   never   seen   them   in   person,   only   pictures   in   Graysen’s   library.   they   bloom   specifically   through   the   night.   I   suppose   it   has   logic,   that   the   Night   Court   would   have   them,   ”   her   smile   widens   slightly,   tugging   his   hand   to   bring   him   forward,   “   you   have   flowers   in   your   path,   Lord   Rhysand   …   no   matter   how   dark   that   path   might   have   been.   Feyre,   and   Azriel,   and   Cassian,   and   Lady   Mor   …   aren’t   they   like   these   red   flares?   are   they   not   your   flowers   in   the   night?   ” @rhysan3

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everyone else was busy. it was an interesting concept for the inner circle to constantly have something going on and it happened to be the one time the high lord was completely and utterly free. it was the first time in forever that he was finally able to just sit and think : something that was rather foreign to him nowadays. and yet he found himself striking up a conversation with elain who he ran into at the house and allowed the middle sister to drag him to wherever her heart desired. his mate would be happy to know that his sister was having longer conversations and if rhys could be the reason for that , then he’d keep talking. well … more so listening to what she had to say.

the weight that hung on his shoulders was something he was used to carrying with him. he was a slave for fifty years , a young man thrown into the idea of war before he had a chance to necessarily live. he did reckless things , hurt people he wished he hadn’t , and kept all of the thoughts bodied inside. not even feyre was aware of ALL that had went on , of all the things the high lord truly kept hidden from her. as they were everyone else.

black shoes crunch silently against the grass as he follows her , one tan hand stuffed into the pocket of his black slacks , the other out at his side for when she decided to tug at it. his eyebrows raise in a question before he’s brought before the pond , a slight hum escaping his lips as his eyebrows furrow gently. he allows her to speak , not wanting to be the one to keep her from her thoughts. then finally he’s letting out a quiet chuckle , a shake of his head as he allows her to tug him towards the end of the pond. the phrase ‘ lord ‘ has the illyrian shaking his head just slightly. 〝 you do not have to refer to me as such. rhysand or rhys is just fine , elain. 〞yet he doesn’t push any farther , glancing at the flowers she pointed out.

mentioning of his inner circle causes him to suck in a breath , tongue darting out to wet his lips before he turns to look at the sister beside him. 〝 there is much that i have kept from them , even your sister because i cannot bare to tell them the truth. the flowers that grow in darkness normally don’t last very long compared to the ones grown in sunlight. however , they very well could be flowers , but what’s to say someone like me is worthy of them? 〞rhys knew it was quite a harsh conversation to have.

〝 but what do i know? i couldn’t tend to a garden even if I tried. 〞

[rhysan3]

starter  call  !   i’m going to be fixing up this blog a lil bit so , why not ? if a multi specify the muse(s)