What Attracted Me To Your Blog Is Knowing Youre So Committed To This Character That U Were Willing To

what attracted me to your blog is knowing you’re so committed to this character that u were willing to murder and bribe your way into getting this url

but actually i have not stopped screaming from the top of my lungs over each of our threads and aus. plotting with u and developing these characters continues to be so fucking fun and u write and understand rhys better than anyone including sjm lbfr all of your takes are spot on and u capture his nuances so intricately it’s kinda amazing. so glad you’re writing rhys and so glad we can shout about this togethetjfjdjgjd

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?

honestly we should’ve known it was all over when i contemplated offering money for a url. MADS ILYSM. i did not think i could ever have so much fun in the rpc again after our petermj era but somehow we have topped it!! writing with u and screaming about these fae freaks is my favorite thing ever. also i could write a whole novel about your portrayal and how much you understand feyre. you’ve fleshed her out in such a wonderful way and the way you get her thought process is so much fun to read ILY

this is gonna sound cheesy, but part of what attracted me to your blog was… you? like. the way you don’t shy away from the hard parts of rhys ( no pun intended x ), the parts where he’s not the most likeable or doing the thing everyone thinks is right. you write him unapologetically and that is?? beautiful! you’re so talented and u never fail to give me immense feelings.

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?

🥺 wait.. i honestly have to say the same about you! first of all i followed you on your multi because i was SO excited to see a tamlin writer, especially one that doesn't try to erase the things he has done but just lets him be who he is!! AND NOW YOU'RE GRACING US ALL WITH YOUR CASSIAN AND I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER. it's so refreshing to see someone actually talk about why cassian may not be the best mate sometimes. i love these characters for their flaws and to see them grow into better people ... so thank you 🥺❤️

how could i even start on what attracted me to your blog?! from following you from asteria i knew YOU were rhysand. the way you capture his likeness, his voice, his demeanor in such a beautiful and uniquely poetic way just never fails to blow me off my feet. you are an incredible writer and even kinder mun! i adore you and i will never not follow you until the end of the stars themselves. xo

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?

SWEETIEEEE ... i'm at a loss for words. writing with you is always so much fun and i love the dynamic we've created with asteria and rhys. thank you for allowing me to explore different sides of rhys that i otherwise wouldn't be able to! you're truly one of the only people i trust with his sister because you do SUCH a good job with her. AND I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE WITH YOU ON HERE AS WELL eeeeeee thank you so much for this!!

❝ 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 . . . ❞

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@meaercies : " for someone who was just dead, you seem remarkably relaxed. "

freshly risen from death, in the late hours of the night, rhysand finds solace in the sky. stars piercing the veil of black, flickering as if they were talking back to him, providing some sort of comfort he hadn't even known he needed. there's a list to be grateful for: the end of hybern, the hope of peace in prythian. a future, with his mate. truthfully, he never thought he'd make it this far. he knew his fate the moment the battle had begun, long before even then, that he would give every last bit of himself when it came down to it. so, death has been looming over him for quite some time. if he is living on borrowed time now, he plans on making the best of it.

rhysand notices azriel before he makes himself known. he could sense him masked in his shadows, in the destruction of war, and now he knows — even in death. a talent marked by centuries of friendship. " i'm unwinding, i suppose ... while i still can. i'm sure i will have a few hundred meetings in the upcoming days. " another glass of wine appears, as he shrugs, wings splaying out. " care to join me? "

any lingering pain is long forgotten the moment he lays eyes on her, a flicker of hope igniting by the sheer fact she isn't already telling him to fuck off. he wants to continue, a desperate desire to beg, plead for feyre to love him as he loves her — all consuming, a fire set ablaze the moment they met. pride be damned. instead stilled with a beating heart, his chest raising & falling with each panicked breath, each second of silence weighing heavy between them as he awaits the inevitable.

relief hits him like a stack of bricks, knocking the wind right out of him, dizzying as she speaks. i don't want you to leave. for so long, he'd convinced himself that she would never feel the same, that he didn't deserve her even if she did. to hear those words, to see her look at him like this: like he's not something to run from ... he's grateful for the chair, sitting in it before his knees decide to buckle underneath him. " then what do you want, feyre? " he hesitates asking this time, a flicker of desperation burning into his gaze that can't quite meet hers. hopeful, for an answer that doesn't sting this time, for all of the confusion to finally end. he swallows, a brow quirking as he finally looks at her. " you would cook for me? do you even know how? "

@rhysie : “Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

his eyes held mine, looking right through me with desperate determination. the same eyes that had haunted me from the moment we met — the same eyes i was too scared to paint, afraid once i started i wouldn’t be able to stop, lost in deep swirls of mysterious violet. i wasn’t the one who had been shot, but i didn’t know how i was still standing, how i could even breathe without falling to my knees. any anger or hurt — any desire to hate him had dissipated the second i opened the door and saw him there, gritting his teeth through the pain. i thought i didn’t want him to chase after me, but i knew that was only an excuse so i wouldn’t have to face the truth.

he’d saved me, in more ways than one — long before i even knew. he’d been there through it all — the night we lost everything, he was a victim of hybern and amarantha just as much as i was, perhaps even more so. he understood what i had endured more than anyone and he knew i was drowning before anyone else had, pulling me from the fire, ensuring i wouldn’t succumb to the darkness i had been so eager to bury myself beneath. he’d never walked away even when i had given him plenty of reason to. and i couldn’t let him now. not after everything. not when i couldn’t imagine another second of this life without him. “ i can’t. ” something in me settled, a deep resigned relief as i finally admitted what i must have always known. “ i can’t tell you that, because it would be a terrible lie and you would read right through it. i don’t want you to leave. ” i pulled out a chair. “ you should sit. you must be starving. ”