[janearts]

I finally got the book that I wanted to read three years ago... but I'm not sure I got the book that I needed. So I took some ~artistic liberties~ and drew the scenes I wanted to see.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Literally no information about a potential plot but it’s ✨ sexy ✨

[whoa-there-bessie]

Plz no more mentioning feet 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

[nessiandaily]

Nessian's Kids❤

artist: pele.dixma [instagram]

[nessiandaily]

Nesta & Cassian

By: lorineeart [instagram]

[whatisamettafor]

I’m reading ACOSF and I like them.

[miyamiwu]

ASDFGHJKL

[smoluglies]

Lily of the valley 💕🧚🌱✨

[nessiandaily]

Emerging from her cocoon of grief and rage, this new Nesta might very well send entire courts to their knees. Kingdoms.

artist: neutral_art_v[instagram]

[jmoonjones]

It's Day 3 of @nestaarcheronweek and what business do we have here? Witchcraft

I hope Nesta really leans into the fact everyone in Windhaven think she's a witch. So every time Devlon and his cronies start getting rowdy, it helps to remind them of that witch they're so scared of

Emerie wants them to stop with their shenanigans in her shop? Ooh, better get out of here right now before I tell my friend

Cassian is annoyed with their antics in their training ring? I know a certain Oristian who won't be pleased to hear about this

So maybe when the clouds are just right, Cassian holds her aloft on a broomstick and he flies them up to Illyria to make sure nobody has forgotten about the wickedest witch in prythian

After all, it's a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of resting bitch face must be in want of a cauldron

[artemis-pendragon]

Dare I say this is Tumblr's greatest bit of all time

[kolarpem]

Morning Doodle: More than one way to wake up a demon

*This scene is non-canon nonsense by the way, I just felt like painting something fun

[sydneymack]

Cassian and Nesta - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @monaance / @mona-ance

[rowanaelinn]

Wires - Chapter Eight

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Warnings: Mentions of death, alcohol, lots of cursing | Word Count: 4,200

“What do they do?” Elide asked, sitting on the same couch as Aelin, both of them watching the race. “Drive in circles around forty-five times?”

Aelin huffed a laugh. “That’s a bit more technical. There’s lots of math involved, as well as strategy.”

“So… they do drive around in circles for two hours?”

That was a way to put it, and one that most people in the world chose to see this sport. Aelin was left alone, with her sober coach upstairs as Lysandra had chosen to watch the race from the stands. She wanted to join her, but apparently it was a bad idea.

This was bullshit, but she had to show a good figure. She had to show that she listened to them, if she wanted to get free access to her pills back. Which was even more bullshit, but she supposed it was how life was.

Aedion was leading the race, but not by much. Less than half a second behind, Rowan Whitethorn was racing him for pole position. It was close, every corner had her heart leap out of her chest, hoping that her cousin would keep his first place.

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[nessiandaily]

Nesta Archeron

credit: elithienart [instagram]

[rowanaelinn]

Wires - Seven

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Warnings: NSFW | Word Count: 5,500

“What’s up with you?” Lorcan asked, his eyebrows frowned. Rowan hadn’t heard him come in; he’d been too busy on the phone. Too busy feeling emotions he wasn’t too sure to understand. Well, no. He didn’t understand them at all, but he would pretend if only for the sake of thinking he was in control.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, pocketing his phone.

He’d been about to ask her how she was, for fuck’s sake. What was wrong with him? He didn’t care for her, not anymore. He should have ignored her text, shouldn’t have been… worried at her lack of answer. He shouldn’t have called her.

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[whoa-there-bessie]

Every update is a rollercoaster of emotions and I love it

[yazthebookish]

𝗥𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱, “𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

𝗔𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻. 𝗪𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗮𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗱, 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴.

This exquisite Rowaelin piece was commissioned with @mistilteinnart whose work always takes my breath away 🤍 (link to post here)

[rowanaelinn]

Illicit Affairs - Chapter Fourty-Three

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A/N: I am running very very far away

By the way, this chapters marks the new milestone of this fic… It’s officially 200k words!!!! Thank you everyone. And I am again… sorry.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of stalking, violence, very brief mention of SA | Word Count: 6,100

Aelin was exhausted as she opened the front door of her apartment. She hadn’t looked into a mirror today for her own sanity, but she was aware that after spending half of the night crying, she couldn’t look good.

After Rowan had left, she had allowed herself a few minutes to put herself together before joining Elide and Helia. The little girl had been exhausted, though, and fell asleep quite early into the evening. For a minute, Aelin had thought about taking her to bed with her. She hadn’t wanted to be alone, and Helia always asked to sleep in the same bed as her. But, when tears started burning her eyes again at the thought of the girl’s dad, and she had known it was better if she took Helia to her own bedroom instead.

And that was what she had done, and when Helia woke up and asked for a story, Aelin happily delivered.

“You’ve been harsh with him,” she had told Elide last night, happy to see the woman was waiting for her in the guest room. Aelin hadn’t wanted to be alone, and it seemed like Elide knew that.

The brunette’s eyebrow had risen, “So have you.”

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