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[thekingofnightmcres]

❝  there are so many things that i wish to do and don’t get to.   ❞

rhysand | the most powerful high lord and king of the court of nightmares.  

                             a darker, heartless, eerie, version of rhsyand.                                                                                   two additional OC characters. 

read the law 

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[thekingofnightmcres]

can someone just give me angsty romance PLEASE. like cmon -- i need. 

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SERIOUS POST: please read 

hey guys! things on this blog are going to VERY slow unfortunately. 

a lot of yall don’t know, but im a content creator. i focus mainly on tiktok and honestly i am getting a lot more brand deals than usual its pretty stresfful hahah a honest true blessing but there’s so much to do and so much to film on top of filming organic content and taking pictures and being in communication with my assistant -- ITS ALOT. 

on top of that, i have my own buisness and i am gaining clients again and i’m also starting this new job as a talent manager for influencers and such, i’m going to be traveling more and having to manage my own content creation, my biz and this new position too and there’s genuinely just a lot on my plate right now. 

plus im engaged and focusing on that and building my relationship back and fixing that and also focusing on actually having fun instead of drowning in work all the time. 

with all that being said i will probably be semi-inactive on tumblr HOWEVER i am definitely MORE active on discord. PLEASE like this and I will happily share my discord with you. I am honestly in love with writing and i want to have all the plots and interactions and plans because it’s one of my true passions and a stress reliever. but I know i’m gonna forget about tumblr so i just want to tel you guys 

<3 <3 <3 

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if your rp partner ever says “what if” then good luck, charlie

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velarls​:

forty nine years. it’d been forty nine years without rhysand. forty nine years without drunken evenings spent dancing and planning. without the person who made starfall shine as brightly as it did. without a third member of their annual snowball fights. without a cousin. without a brother. without a high lord. 

every part of cassian and mor had itched to winnow to under the mountain, had raged to find rhysand and bring him back. and yet his last words to them echoed in their ears - to leave velaris would mean to destroy it. the city they’d all worked so hard to build together. the culmination of their dreams - an oasis in the night court. so different than the court of nightmares mor had grown up in or the brutal isolated cold cassian had. 

mor was sitting at the town house dining room table, account books stretched out in front of her, glass of wine next to them. cassian was out in the living room, cross legged on the floor with azriel going over the maps, tracking where amarantha’s monsters had last been seen. and as if out of nowhere, a familar darkness filled the room, the heavy sound of feet hitting the floor, a rustle as wings brushed the ground. eyes wide, mor glanced up from the books, hope rising in her chest, throat tightening as she dared let herself think for a moment it was her cousin. 

“ rhys? ” she managed to choke out, stumbling to her feet. she moved as if to embrace him, tears welling up in her eyes, hip banging against the table, red wine spilling everywhere. it didn’t matter though. not as long as he was back. 

the smell in the townhouse is familiar and yet completely foreign at the same time. rhysand can barley wrap his head around anything happening, let alone did he sense the other bodies that lingered in the area. his heart thudded in his chest, mind and head spinning as he tried to ground himself. his name flutters to his hears and rhysand glances upward, eyes glossy as he noticed a woman figure approaching him. it takes him awhile to register exactly who she is and what she wants and why she was rushing towards him. 

mor. this was morrigan. his cousin. his lovely cousin whom held such a fire in her belly and a heart of gold. although it almost seemed to be a threat. a bit of panic rising with rhysand and with her sudden movements and his fear and trauma building, the overwhelming sense of returning home, the overwhelming emotions, the unregistered horrible events, the lingering familiarity with his home and those cloest to him. it all seems to be too much. 

deep breaths. 

before she can even get close to him rhysand is grunting lowly, purple eyes shining brightly as he casts his own darkness around himself. 

protection. 

[thekingofnightmcres]

GUYS!!!!!!!!!

life has been so hectic but this morning i am determined to get all my replies done. 

ALSO i am getting my ACOTAR tattoooo hehehehe 

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good morning, working on replies and answering messages too :) 

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“DEATH INCARNATE”

Just Rhysand in the Court of Nightmares.

A fanart from A Court of Thorns and Roses Series. Character belongs to Sarah J. Maas.

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Peaky Blinders x Bat Boys

The crossover I never knew I needed

[Fantastic Art by @/sallylouiseart on Instagram]

[elithien]

Happy birthday to our favourite High Lady Feyre!

[thekingofnightmcres]

if you have a feyre and you wanna write some dark shit hit me the fuck up bc i just came up with an AMAZING idea for a feyre and rhysand plot.

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i will hopefully be getting to replies and things today fingers crossed! 

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hi hi hiiii i am hella busy this week. i have a lot of filming i have to do and sorting out brand deals and then replanning wedding stuff so please bare with me but i have not forgotten about any of YOUUU. 

pls don’t hesitate to message me and chit chatty

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Rhysand at the Court of Nightmares scaring everyone while also holding a party:

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed,   @thekingofnightmcres​.   (   rhaine.   )

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   first   reunion   since   under   the   mountain.

               rhaine   had   been   little   more   than   a   saving   grace   in   his   imprisonment.   a   familiar   face   amongst   those   he   could   hardly   differentiate   from   amarantha.   faces   that   have   been   engraved   in   his   head   since   those   dreadful   fifty   years   beneath   that   mountain.   the   hail   and   storm   court   always   left   him   somewhat   awed   at   the   beauty   of   it.   a   stark   contrast   from   his   own   abyss   of   a   court.   his   shoes   clicked   against   the   marble   of   the   estate,   dark   hues   taking   in   the   sight   as   relieving   his   first   visit   to   her   court.         ❛   my   lady,   ❜         he   says   by   way   of   greeting   as   he   offers   her   a   smile   that   only   rhaine   could   bring   onto   his   features.         ❛   it’s   much   too   bright   here,   ❜         alden   comments   lightly,   hoping   she   understands   the   real   meaning   to   his   words.   brighter   than   the   hell   they   were   subjected   to   all   those   years.         ❛   have   you   been   faring   well   ?   ❜

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life was extremely mundane and as far as rhaine was concerned, she figured potentially death would be better than serving aramantha and being a subject to the woman’s madness. there was no familiar face or any once of comfort since arriving. if anything rhaine was severely outcasted and isolated considering nobody essentially nobody knew of the court of hail and storms and as far as aramantha was concerned, rhaine was her secret weapon. dressed in a grey loose fitting off the shoulder dress, her silver white hair pulled into a high braid. hearing someone addressing her, which was rare within itself, rhaine turned and glanced over her shoulder. her eyes meeting a rugged face and her head tilted to the side a bit. 

she blinks her eyes focusing and the frown slowly leaving her face, “alden.” she whispered. her heart fluttering in her chest, “i - i . . . alden?” the former masked face, the face that held little emotion or interest was now covered in surprise. 

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writing destructive rhysand is fun. but sad. but fun. 

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The Men of ACOTAR as fathers

(Including Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, and Lucien)

Rhysand: The Encouraging Father

Don’t get me wrong, Rhysand is doting AF, but his number one priority is making sure his children have a sense of autonomy.

He knows he leads a dangerous life, and wants them prepared as possible should something happen to him (though he would never say as much).

But he doesn’t point them in any direction. He lets them discover their passions and encourages them to pursue them to the fullest extent.

Nyx confesses that he would like to be High Lord someday. Rhysand says he wants Nyx to accompany him to the next grievance meeting.

Nyx changes his mind and says he wants to pursue art. Rhysand tells him to attend his mother’s classes at her studio.

It is so important to Rhysand that they follow their dreams to the fullest.

He’s also the king of banishing nightmares and monsters. Dries tears and replaces them with fits of laughter until his kids fall back asleep.

Does not give a fuck about things getting messy or dirty. Treats his shirts like napkins. Wears food stains like badges of honor. Paint on the rug — whatever, it’s better that way. Torn pages out of an ancient text — it’s fine. Starfall glitter all over the drapes — looks like they had fun!

He’s also, surprisingly, the champion of bedtime stories and silly faces.

Kid count: 3 (one boy, two girls)

Cassian: The Sappy Father

Immediately, right off the bat, Cassian is wrapped around his daughter’s finger (eventually daughters’ fingers).

And he’s a big ass cry baby for every event, every achievement they make (and yeah, so is Nesta).

First word. Tears. First steps. Tears. First flight. Tears. First lost tooth. Absolutely sobs.

He’s not very protective, but that’s because he is highly encouraging that his children defend themselves. He calls them his “Valkyries.”

“They pushed you? Push them back.” “They glared at you? Well, you know how your mother glares? Give them that and see what happens.” “Who yelled at you? Roar in their face.”

He’s also pretty relaxed when it comes to dating (Nesta is the more scathing when it comes to vetting potential partners). Cassian is the ultimate wingman (no pun intended) for his daughters. “Oh, yeah? Petra is impressive with spears. You two should spar.” “Athena is probably the funniest of all my daughters.” “Lyria was right. You are charming.” It’s a little embarrassing to his girls but much appreciated.

He’s also the father who is asking for more kids. Anytime Nesta shows the slightest affection for someone else’s children, he throws her a roguish smile. She cuts him off after four daughters, but he gets awfully close to breaking her will power on more than a few occasions.

Kid count: 4 (four daughters and is perpetually begging for just one more)

Azriel: The Papa Bear

The most protective father of all the bat boys.

A scraped knee. “What happened? Who did this? Oh, you fell? You’re sure you weren’t pushed? You can tell me.” A single tear. “Who said something? Tell me their name. I’ll go to their parents.” A tutor makes a complaint. “Sounds like you’re shit at your job and intimidated by a child.”

He’s also the surprisingly gentle father. He encourages tears and long talks about feelings. As a result his children come to him for everything and there are no secrets they withhold from him. It makes Gwyn a little jealous.

Azriel is the only dad that gets invited out with the next generation kids. The inner circle will be chilling in the river house and Nyx will show up with the other kids to say: “Are you sure you don’t want to come, Uncle Az? It’s open stage night at Rita’s.” Rhysand and Cassian are both shocked and jealous, but Azriel waves off the High Lord’s son lazily, “Not tonight. Have fun.” There are groans of disappointment from their kids before they depart because Uncle Az is the best and he can drink all of them under the table.

Azriel is also the champion of midnight snacks. He can sneak you into the kitchen and prepare an entire feast at two in the morning without making a sound. At first it’s just him and Gwyn. But then their daughter has bouts of insomnia and joins them. Then their son can’t sleep because of nightmares and joins them. Then their other son is jealous everyone is up but him and midnight snacks are often a family event.

He’s also, of course, the king of lullabies. Together he and Gwyn can get any child to sleep, and their family has often called for their assistance in getting their kids to shut their eyes for just a few hours.

Surprisingly, despite his worries of being a good father, Azriel is also the father everyone goes to for advice on parenting since he has the most open line of communication with all the kids.

Kid count: 3 (one daughter, two boys)

Lucien: The Fun Dad

Lucien agrees to have a child with Elain after many years. He’s never really considered fatherhood, but he has nothing against it and his mate wants very badly to be a mother. So he agrees. Excited to be a father, but not exactly counting down the days like Cassian or being hyper-prepared like Azriel.

So it takes him by surprise when he realizes: “Holy shit, I love kids.”

Because his son always laughs at his jokes and his daughter thinks he’s the “funnest dad in the entire world.”

Elain isn’t surprised (not just because she’s a seer, but because it’s obvious) when Lucien wants more kids.

And more and more and more. Lucien adores parenthood so much that he confesses he wants as many as he can get his hands on. With the help of Azriel he hand makes an enormous bed for him and Elain where all of his children can swarm him in the mornings.

And Elain loves being a mom. They make an amazing team. She kisses away the scrapes and Lucien teases away the tears.

Eventually, when they become teenagers, his kids find him a little embarrassing, but Lucien thrives on the “dad, you are embarrassing me” energy. He knows they’ll outgrow it for one, but he also sees right through them. He’s too self assured to overlook that they’re smiling whenever he demands a kiss goodbye or that they quietly laugh when he makes a dumb joke.

And when they grow up and move out, similar to Azriel, Lucien becomes his kids’ best friend. They go to him to complain and to cry and to ask for advice.

Lucien also collects each and every handmade gift his kids give him. He stores them safely after putting them on display for all to see for at least a week.

Oh, and Lucien is amazing at doing his daughter’s hair. In fact, Cassian comes to him for advice and recommendations for hair products.

Kid count: 6 (five boys, one girl… for now)