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"if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours"

[highqueenofelfhame]

[astudyinfreewill]

trc deleted scenes: a masterpost

this is a post born primarily out of personal interest/necessity but i hope it will be useful to other people too. outtakes and cut scenes from trc have been floating around fandom spaces for a while, but they are infuriatingly hard to track down: some of them have been reblogged without tags and are therefore lost in the depths of tumblr, some i did not get to reblog before maggie deleted her tumblr, and some were posted to twitter and subsequently deleted.

so, since i was tired of having to dig through months and months of my trc tag (and often coming up empty handed), i decided to compile all the deleted scenes i could into this post. it is possible that i have forgotten some, and if that is the case, please let me know.

i owe a big debt of gratitude to kelly @harvardparrish for compiling a downloadable archive of maggie’s tumblr; most of the outtakes below i retrieved by browsing maggie’s “how i write” tag in the archive and taking screenshots of the relevant posts. others were screenshots that were posted to twitter by maggie, which i managed to save before the tweets were deleted.

enjoy!! (under a cut for length and future edits)

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[ourravenboys]

—The Raven Boys (2012)

[solavei]

today, i offer you this. tomorrow? who knows. part 13

[sunsetxxlover]

Me reading TRC for the first time, being oblivious: aw, Matthew is cute

Me rereading TRC, enlightened: BOTH MATTHEW AND CHAINSAW GOT DISTRACTED BY A CIRCLING PAIR OF MONARCH BUTTERFLIES MATTHEW PRESSED UP AGAINST RONAN’S SIDE, REMINDING RONAN OF CHAINSAW WHEN SHE WAS FRIGHTENED, MATTHEW PRESSED HIS FACE INTO HIS OLDER BROTHER’S SHOULDER TRUSTING AS A CHILD, MATTHEW BELIEVED HIM; WHY WOULDN’T HE? THE TWO OF THEM WERE GOLDEN-HAIRED AND ANGELIC, BOTH OF THEM LOOKING LIKE INVENTIONS! OF! THIS! PLACE!!!!

[darkadam-archive]

bronan for the soul, pt. 4 in a series

the raven boys / the dream thieves / blue lily, lily blue / the raven king / call down the hawk

[nialltlynch]

raven cycle ships as animated text posts

adansey:

bluedam:

bluesey:

czeng:

pynch:

roah:

ronsey:

rovinsky:

sarchengsey:

literally everyone in dream thieves:

[nessiancalore]

I'm just gonna leave this right here...

"Cassian was sizing up Nesta, a gleam in his eyes that I could only interpret as a warrior finding himself faced with a new, interesting opponent."

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“It’s been a few centuries since someone got under Cassian’s skin that easily. Too bad they’re both inclined to kill the other.”

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"....He studied Nesta for a long moment. She was still glaring at the queens, her eyes lined with tears—tears of rage and despair, from that fire that burned her so violently from within. When she finally noticed Cassian, she looked up at him.

His voice was rough as he said, “Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house—your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most.”

I watched a tear slide down Nesta’s cheek. And I watched as Cassian reached up a hand to wipe it away.

She did not flinch from his touch...."

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"...She didn't know what to do with it,that rage.It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to ride and roar and red the world in to pieces. She felt it all — too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved dread, more than other people, she sometimes thought. Could sift between them all in a matter of moments, like she was trying a different set of clothes, and no one could tell or care.

Except him. He could see it, feel it.

That first afternoon, he'd looked at her— not at the face and the body that human men marked, but her— and he had seen at all. She'd wanted to hurt him for it before he could reveal those things to everyone else...."

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"...The guards shoved my sister into the Cauldron in a single movement.

My cry hadn’t finished sounding before Elain’s head went under.

She did not come up.

Nesta’s screaming was the only sound. Cassian blindly lurched toward it—toward her, moaning in pain."

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“Why do you bother, Cassian?”

... “Because I can’t stay away.”

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“Why?”

Nesta’s eyes shot right to his face. She spoke quietly to me, to all of us, even as she held Cassian’s gaze as if he were the only one in the room. “By the end of this war, I want them dead. The king, the queens—all of them. Promise me you’ll kill them all, and I’ll help you patch up the wall. I’ll train with her”—a jerk of her chin to Amren—“I’ll go to the Hewn City or whatever it is … I’ll do it. But only if you promise me that.”

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...And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over.

“CASSIAN.”

Amren reached for her, but Nesta roared, “CASSIAN!”

She scrambled to her feet, as if she’d leap into the skies.

Her body lurched, and she went down, heaving again.

A figure shot from the Illyrian ranks, spearing for us, flapping hard, red Siphons blazing—

...The earth seemed to shudder in response.

No—not in response to her. In terror of the thing that erupted from Hybern’s army.

...Cassian was halfway to us when the Cauldron’s blast hit the Illyrian forces.

...Ashes rained down upon our foot soldiers.

Nesta had known. She gaped up at me, terror and agony on her face, then scanned the sky for Cassian, who flapped in place, as if torn between coming for us and charging back to the scattering Illyrian and Peregryn ranks. She’d known where that blast was about to hit.

Cassian had been right in the center of it.

Or would have been, if she hadn’t called him away.

(I'm convinced that the caudron only tried to attack him in this scene because of her, I don't know why)

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“Something is wrong,” Nesta insisted.

“I’m not doubting you feel that way but … If none of the others are picking it up—”

“I am not like the others.” Her throat bobbed. “We need to leave.”

“I can send you back to Velaris, but we have things to discuss here—”

“I don’t care about me, I—”

The door opened, and Cassian stalked in, face grave. The sight of the wings, the Illyrian armor in this opulent, pink-filled room planted itself in my mind, the painting already taking form, as he said, “What’s wrong.”

He studied every inch of her. As if there were nothing and no one else here, anywhere.

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Cassian stepped in Nesta’s path when she tried to walk past him. Put a tan, callused hand on her forehead. She shook off the touch, but he gripped her wrist, forcing her to meet his stare. “Any one of those human pricks makes a move to hurt you,” he breathed, “and you kill them.”

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Nesta stood by the nearest tent, an empty water bucket between her feet. Her hair a damp mess atop her mud-flecked head. Watching us emerge, grim-faced—

“He’s fine. Healed and awake,” I said quickly.

Nesta’s shoulders sagged a bit.

....

Your sister came immediately when I explained what we needed, Rhys said. I think seeing Cassian hurt convinced her not to pick a fight today.

Or convinced my sister to pick a fight with someone else entirely.

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This are nessian's scenes that I don't see a lot of people talking about and... they're beautiful.

I love and miss my babies very much.

[elriell]

BIG DICK ENERGY AZRIEL IS UNDEFEATED. 

High lords, Attors, Amren, and everyone in between. No one wants to fuck with him. I love it.

“Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male’s wings says a lot about the size of … other parts.” “They also said Azriel’s wings are the biggest.”

“But it was from Azriel that Keir cringed. From the sight of Truth-Teller.”

“Amren bared her teeth at him. Azriel’s beautiful face didn’t so much as shift.”

“Even as Azriel spoke, that frozen rage dulled his face. And Eris was wise enough to finally pale at the sight. Perhaps that was why Eris had kept knowledge of my powers to himself. Not just for this sort of bargaining, but to avoid the wrath of the shadowsinger. The blade at his side.”

“There was no kindness on Azriel’s face as the snow settled—the immovable mask of the High Lord’s shadowsinger. The Attor began trembling, and I almost felt bad for it as Azriel stalked for him. ”

“And the shadowsinger leaned down to whisper something in his ear that made Eris blanch further.”

“The other lords kept glancing to the shadowsinger in dread and rage and disgust. He only leveled that lethal gaze back at them.”

“But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, “Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.” Surprise flashed in Tamlin’s eyes—”

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.”

“Azriel dug his knee—and all his weight—into Eris’s gut. He was silent, utterly silent as he ripped the air from Eris’s body. Beron’s flames struck the blue shield, over and over, but the fire skittered off and fizzled out on the water. Any that escaped were torn to shreds by shadows.”

“People often made the mistake of assuming Cassian was the wilder one; the one who couldn’t be tamed. But Cassian was all hot temper—temper that could be used to forge and weld. There was an icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw.”

“Chain me to a tree, Rhys,” Azriel said softly. “Go ahead.” He began checking the buckles on his weapons. “I’ll rip it out of the ground and fly with it on my damned back.”

What a legend.

[kuchelbeker]

[acomaflove]

Nesta: *sighs* Cassian, go away. Stop showing up at my doorstep to ask me out.

Cassian:

[acomaflove]

[courtofnesta]

Nesta didn’t bat an eyelash as she studied the handsome features, the muscled torso. Then turned to me. Dismissing him entirely.

Cassian:

[nighttriumphanthisdarkness]

Ladies & Gentlemen !! I present to you the City of Starlight “Velaris”. P.S: fight me if you dont think it is

[sannasketches]

 ‘I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky. I never knew why. I rarely went outside at night. But I wonder… 

I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. 

 I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place—looking for you all.’

from A Court of Mist and Fury by S.J. Maas

It’s Rhys’ month! In honor of our favorite high lord I really wanted to try and paint Velaris at dawn. Couldn’t find an exact description in the books, but I imagined it looking somewhat like this. I’m quite happy with how it turned out, but photographing gold shimmer is still such a struggle…

As always, let me know if you want to be tagged in my monthly #WeAreACOTAR piece! 

@urbisie @z-nazyalensky @eternally-reading @the-bookish-soul @just-your-average-ravenpuff @bryaxisthefaceofnightmares @dressedindustandshadows @paint-splattter @the-dream-team-of-prythian @fucking-winchester-trash @elidexlorcan @midnightcupsoftea @empress-ofbloodshed @highlady-kat @jsaais

[theincorrectbookquotes]

Rhysand when he enters the Spring Court:

[acomaflove]

Feysand Evolution ft. John Mulaney

Rhysand: Are you attracted to me Feyre, Darling?

Feyre (In ACOTAR):

Feyre (In ACOMAF):

Feyre (In ACOWAR): 

Bonus: RHYSAND EVER SINCE ACOMAF: