#the death of maa

[rainingriversofyou]

Starborn, Fireheart & Lady Death - CC, TOG & ACOTAR

Artist: renata_watsonn

[slayerofthevampire]

“I am the embodiment of Shakti, the divine feminine power that moves the universe. I am the fierce Kali, destroyer of ignorance and protector of the righteous.”

—Mahakali

Lord Shiva took one look at her and literally became the first man ever to say “She could step on me and I'd say 'thank you'. ✨

[nestaswhore]

‘Everything in her life, from the moment she was born, had been controlled by other people. Things happened to her; anytime she tried to exert control, she’d been thwarted at every turn—and she hated that even more than the King of Hybern.’

so sjm is gonna write this paragraph. and then have nesta end up in an environment where her life is under constant control. end up around people who do nothing but control her. end up with a man who feels more than comfortable controlling her.

she doesn’t have a job. she doesn’t get paid. sjm never gave her financial independence even though i (personally) believe it’s one of the MOST important things nesta needed in her life. she’s been controlled through finances her entire life. she’s depended on others for finances her entire life. you’re telling me she’s just okay with depending on c*ssian for it now? i just don’t understand how silver flames was a book dedicated to healing and nesta finding herself. i really don’t.

she can’t even leave her house easily? she needs to either ask someone to get her out or TAKE 10,000 STEPS! how does nesta not despise living there. how does she not despise having her weapons taken from her and controlled by others. how does she not despise waking up every morning to train just because c*ssian told her to! when she was literally threatened into it!

how are you supposed to take nesta’s ‘healing arc’ seriously when she’s ended up in a position that old her would’ve despised. every time i reread this nightmare i find more quotes that make no sense even being in the book when you know how it ends and it makes me just as mad as i was when this book was released.

[karinagiada]

Lady Death ✨

[acourtofquestions]

There is something powerful to the fact that the “I love you” of A Court of Silver Flames is not Cassian & instead is the Archeron sisters.

… That the first person who replies, "I love you too” to Nesta; a person who has never been able to say I love you, be allowed to love or be safe in that. Let alone have it reciprocated, without being immediately followed by their death (or destruction of some sort). And that that person is her sister; who loved her before & will love her after, who would fight to keep her safe & actually take care of her.

And Feyre finally gets to hear that from her big sister; from the family she thought she never had. It gives a full circle from how she left; feeling out of place among the human world, to end up in Prythian in the first place, she thought she was alone & left out to dry (or more likely freeze to death). To then in her almost end for the family she did find, she is saved by the sister she always had; the one who followed her to the edge of the wall, fought for her & spent days trying to rip into Prythian; to save her no matter the cost, and when the time came she “gave it all back” to pay it.

Feyre loved her, even when Nesta thought she wasn't worthy of it. Nesta loved her even when Feyre thought her sister hated her. And they both finally get to hear it, say it, see it, feel it, know it. They are worthy & they are loved regardless, they have an unconditional family of relatives & found loves. Their story enters a new world, one that is no longer alone. And there's something powerful in THAT as the choice, “I love you”.

+ We all know Cassian LOVES Nesta, even Nesta knows CASSIAN LOVES NESTA!!! It's been shown, thought, practically said (just got cut off)… it would’ve been nice, but it's already known. It didn't need assurance like they did.

[officialvalkyrieweek]

Hello again Valkyries!!!!

We have some exciting news coming in March 2024 regarding Valkyrie week. This will include the dates that Valkyrie week will be held. We are also planning to have our prompts out by at least April so everyone can get prepared to write, create art, or even commission art for themselves.

⚠️ AI art will NOT be tolerated ⚠️

Thank you all for your patience and we hope to see you all again for Valkyrie week 2024 ⚔️🪽

[crybabyboyscout]

[super-oddity]

chaol: idk just say aelin’s going to skull’s bay, she’d never be stupid enough to go back there

aelin, on her way to sit in rolfe’s chair:

[florencemtrash]

Let them find us here

Azriel x OC oneshot (but honestly I just like to write with a name instead of ‘reader’ or ‘y/n’)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and death

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Niamh liked to imagine Az with wrinkles - crow's feet splintering out from the corners of his golden eyes as proof of the laughter he so rarely expressed, like the first cracking of ice along the river when spring whispered warmth over the ground. She imagined how he would look with silver shooting through his raven-black hair like stars across the sky. She liked to imagine the textures and smells of a quiet life with him - coming home after another long day at the clinic, the sharp scent of herbs clinging to her coat, and being greeted by the sight of him sitting in his usual spot by the windowsill, sipping his favorite tea and flipping through reports. 

But the quiet life was never theirs to possess. 

Never had been, never would be. 

Blood and bodies, damp and suffocating, assaulted her nose. She would have breathed through her mouth if it weren’t for the faint taste of death that fell on her tongue. She tuned out the noises of protest from those around her as she forced herself into a sitting position. It surprised her how easily the screams of battle could slither beneath her consciousness.

Az. Where was Az?

Fingers weakly grabbed at her ankles as she passed limping from the arrowhead still lodged in her right knee. 

She tried to be careful, tried not to look down as she moved through the sludge of bodies whispering apologies that would fall on empty ears. How many of these people were her’s? How many belonged to the enemy? 

Niamh did not know and did not care. War made victims of them all.

Where was Az?

He’d run ahead of her, disappearing into the swarm of fae that made efforts to breach the palace steps. She felt the faint crush of bones, the tugging of skin, the sinking of her boot through ruined flesh. 

There was nothing to do but continue forward.

She found Az laying on the marble steps, back pressed against one of the pearl-white pillars that held up the golden roofs of the Summer Court. Rays of sunlight poured out from the cracked ceiling pooling gently on his tanned skin and mixing with the blood stains and shadows that swam over his body. If it weren’t for the wreckage around them and the Illyrian leathers sticking to his body with sweat, Niamh could imagine she was coming home to find him sprawled out on the living room couch, raven-black hair flapping gently in the breeze that liked to fill their apartment with the smells of baking bread from the cafe downstairs.

She crawled to him, collapsing on the ruined floor and grabbing hold of his face. His eyes were closed as if in sleep, brows relaxed, eyelids flitting about from some unknown dream.

“Az?” she murmured desperately, giving him a small shake. His skin was clammy to the touch and she brushed away the silky strands of hair that stuck to his forehead with blood.

They’d shut down both sides of the bond before the battle, left each other with only the faintest of kisses that whispered the promise I’ll be back. This won’t be the end.

The empty space in her chest clenched painfully like a stomach starved.

The faintest of sighs left Azriel’s lips as his eyes opened. He thought he was dreaming. Dreaming of his wife. Dreaming of his mate. 

“Niamh,” the name left him like a prayer, “Niamh.”

She choked back a sob, feeling the presence of him enter her soul again. “Hello, my love.” She pressed a kiss to his temple, her body finding its rightful place curled up against Azriel’s side. 

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, seeking out the familiar smell of her, the pulse of her heart beneath his lips. 

He was tired, more tired than he’d ever been in his life. The kind of exhaustion that seeped into his bones and settled there as sure as water settles into the earth. Niamh was tired as well. He could feel it in the way she slumped against him, the way the thump of her heart slowed to match his.

“I thought you were going to leave without me,” she whispered.

“Never.”

Somewhere in the distance she heard the ringing of bells.

One… 

Two… 

Three… 

Four…

The fifth bell never came. They’d won.

Somehow Niamh found it within her to laugh, but the sound came out broken and wet. 

Az held her closer to him.

Even after all this time, even after everything they’d been through, she could find it within her to laugh. It was her laughter that he’d first fallen in love with. The sound had raced through the halls of the River House as swiftly and with as much power as the wind that roared in his ears during flight. It had cracked through the barriers he’d placed around his heart before tearing them down with all the stubbornness and determination Niamh possessed in her body. She’d made it a personal mission to make him like her, and she’d succeeded. After over 900 years of life, Azriel was glad it was the last sound he would ever hear.

Niamh felt him fading and her soul slowly flicked out in response, intent on chasing Azriel across whatever lands lay beyond. She would follow him to their final resting place.

“I love you, Niamh.”

“I love you, Az.”

Let them find us here. Azriel prayed the words to whatever gods existed. Let them find our bodies here… together. It was the only taste of comfort he’d be able to give his family after he was gone.

The time they’d had together would never be enough. So, just as they’d promised one another on the night of their wedding 365 deceptively short years ago, they followed one another to the very end and continued following even after.

Author’s note:

This is the first piece of writing I’ve ever posted anywhere so... I’m rather nervous about it. But! I can’t get better unless I try so I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know if you have recommendations/thoughts for how I can improve my writing. 

[emiliamildner]

Lady Death 🖤

Nesta Archeron from A Court Of Thorns And Roses series by Sarah J. Maas

DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION!

[rufousnmacska]

Obligatory 🤡 post after an SJM interview

[rainingriversofyou]

Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.” …

Emerie said, “Nothing can break us.”

The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren. Right then and there. That was when it all changed.” …

Nesta’s voice was thick as she declared, “Valkyrie.”

—A Court Of Silver Flames 🤍🗡

Artist: l.moon_art for warlock.and.co

[octobers-veryown]

Our Lady Death is here!! Look at those eyes!

Art by @madschofield on IG!

[nestaswhore]

everytime i remember that cassian is 540 years old i get so freaked out like this man acts as though he’s 20

he has a 25 year old gf that’s MORE MATURE than him

idk i would’ve loved to see wisdom and maturity in the bat boys at their grand old age, would’ve made them way more interesting to me

[creativemicrowave]

Nesta's song is Shake it Out by Florence and the Machines , change my mind✨

Lady Death once more 'cause she deserves the world ⚔️ Inspired by none other than Alexandre Cabanel's painting "The fallen Angel" ✨

•Hope you like it✨🩵

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[artandbooknook]

Nesta and her child self

This was a quick drawing just for this audio tbh

Art by me - artandbooknook 🫶🏻