𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗮́𝘃𝗲𝗹 (i.ne.fá.vel) 𝗮𝗱𝗷𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲̂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀 𝗣𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹: inefáveis 1. Que não se pode exprimir ou nomear em virtude de sua intensidade, força ou beleza; indizível, inexprimível, indescritível. 2. Que causa imenso prazer; arrebatador, encantador, delicioso. 𝗘𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗮: do latim ineffabĭlis, e ("indizível, impronunciável"). 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗼̂𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗼𝘀: indizível, inexprimível, indescritível, inominável, encantador, sublime. 𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗼̂𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗼𝘀: comum, vulgar, trivial, ordinário. Rhysand x fem!oc

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae. Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay. Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human. She returned from the Cauldron as something else- something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive. A phoenix. Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits. Watches. Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have. The day she finally strikes, the world burns. Feyre almost dies. Rhys is seconds from ash. And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place. A mate bond. With the woman trying to kill them. Celeste is captured, but she does not break. She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her. Because she knows something he doesn't. "You think I'm the only one coming for you?" A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself. And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed... ...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever. Enemies. Lovers. Mates. And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.

Selene was never meant to be part of this world. She had once been a medical student, living an ordinary life filled with textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the quiet certainty that magic was nothing more than fiction. Then, she woke up in a world ruled by monsters. For twenty-five years, she has survived on the outskirts of a human village, healing where she can, hiding where she must. She knows little of the High Fae, their courts, or their treacherous games. She knows only whispers-of a wicked queen named Amarantha, of a war that shattered kingdoms, of a High Lord with violet eyes and a smirk sharper than a blade. But when a raid on her village drags her Under the Mountain, Selene is thrust into a world of cruelty and deceit. Powerless and human, she should have been nothing more than another disposable servant. Instead, she catches the eye of Rhysand, Amarantha's right hand. To the world, he is a monster. A traitor. A willing pet in the queen's twisted court. But Selene has seen him at his most powerful. And now, she has seen him at his most broken. Forced into servitude, trapped in a palace where humans do not last long, Selene must navigate the deadly politics of a court built on suffering. But as she uncovers the truth hidden beneath Rhysand's carefully crafted mask, she begins to question everything she thought she knew-about this world, about him, and about the war that looms on the horizon. Because it was not fate brought her here. She was the obstacle to his fate. And fate is watching. all rights reserved to the original author

Como se sente na pele do lobo? Na história da vilã? Kendra é uma jovem garota com seus dias de vida contados, na ala das pessoas em estado terminal do hospital ela recebe a visita de um homem misterioso que lhe dá uma escolha (Morrer ou ser transportada para o mundo literário que você quiser?) escolhas e consequências, e ao escolher ele teve que arcar com elas, (você, Kendra, vai para o mundo de acotar... entretanto acordará no corpo da vilã mais temida da história, Amarantha) Em uma emboscada que a personagem criou, Kendra se vê na missão e poder de acabar com todo o mal que a vilã causou, mas conseguiria ela apagar tudo aquilo que Amarantha fez? As estrelas que ouvem e aos sonhos que são atendidos. ISTO É UMA FANFIC, os personagens não me pertencem, apenas a protagonista, todos os outros personagens pertencem ao mundo dos livros Corte de espinhos e rosas da autora Sarah J Mass. PLÁGIO É CRIME. Esta fanfic pode conter gatilhos.

Estelle Beaumont just wanted a peaceful hike on her last day of vacation. Instead, one ill-starred moment of curiosity leaves her miraculously stranded in the fictional world of Prythian--a faerie realm full of ruthless court drama, rampant misogyny, and enough deadly magic to keep anyone up at night. Armed with foreknowledge that's only helpful when it isn't actively trying to get her killed, Estelle quickly discovers that living through the story of ACOTAR is far less fun and far more perilous when it's her own basic-ass, untrained mortal life on the line. Her plan is simple: keep her hands off of the plot and survive long enough to find a way back to the family and love she left behind. But the so-called "Mother" clearly has other plans for Estelle, forcing her to confront an unsettling truth--that her role here in Prythian might be far greater than that of a passive observer. As Estelle reluctantly abandons her original plan, uneasy alliances form, old wounds reopen, and fractured trust begins to mend. Love, loss, and scars of the past converge as Estelle slowly starts to see that the family she thought she'd lost might take a new shape, and that the life she left behind might be the only reason she's prepared for the fight ahead. But the cost of shaping Prythian's future--and her own--might be greater than she can bear. After all, it's a future that was never meant to be hers to begin with. And this is all that damned Cauldron's fault... ☆⊱──────⊰ ☽✧☾ ⊱──────⊰☆ A/N: Warning: This fanfiction is purely self-indulgent, with long-winded introspection and a major, major slowburn romance. Read at your own risk lol. Also if you don't like self-insert/iseki like tropes were an original character who read the books ends up in the fictional world as the new main character, you might want to skip this. Somethings will stay very familiar, others will diverge completely, and I plan to add extra world building along the way.

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐇 ❛ how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling ❜ 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar a court of wings and ruin violentbluess, 2024

❝ how did you find us? ❞ ❝ i dont... know. ❞ * 　　 · . 　 　　✺ 　　 ✧　. 　✵ * 　　* 　　 · . 　 　　✵ * 　　　　 ✫ * 　 . 　　· ⊹ 　 ✺ . 　 ✧　　　 ✦ ✫ 　 . ✫ * . 　　　　　 　 　　 · 　 ⊹ 　 ✺ . 　　　 ✧　.　 ✦ ✫ 　 . . [ tog x acotar ] [ f!oc x rhysand ] [ ungodIy- (2023) ] [ completed 12-16-24 ]

General de Hybern, Ladra dos sete grão-senhores, A praga de Prythian, Poderosa, ardilosa e cruel, Grã-Rainha de Prythian. A melhor e mais odiosa vilã de "Corte de Espinhos e Rosas" está marcada para morrer no final do primeiro livro, um destino merecido depois de ter feito maldades incontáveis. Se fosse diferente? E se uma pessoa completamente diferente estivesse lá? O que seria diferente, quais decisões deveria tomar sendo a personagem mais odiada, aquela que todos sem exceção querem ver morta? Como sobreviver ao chegar em Prythian sendo a vilã principal, no mesmo dia em que uma certa humana chegou para resgatar aquele a quem diz amar? Às vezes, para entender alguém precisamos estar em sua pele e perceber que talvez nosso julgamento humano seja falho. *Sujeito a revisão. _ Em pausa temporária. *Capa feita por: @thyradrake. *Isenção de responsabilidade. _ Todos os personagens pertencem a Sarah J. Maas.

Lucy não aguentava mais sofrer perdas. A morte de seu pai, o descaso de sua mãe e, agora, o sumiço de seu irmão, causaram danos profundos na jovem semideusa. Em mais um dia qualquer no acampamento meio-sangue, Lucy é convocada até a Casa Grande para participar de mais uma reunião do conselho, entretanto, mal sabia ela que, ao adentrar na sede, iria se deparar com os olhos violetas que há tanto sonhava. Rhysand já estava perdendo a esperança. Amarantha, os quase cinquenta anos de abuso e a iminente guerra contra Hybern afetaram o Grão-Senhor da Corte Noturna. Quando Amren veio ao seu encontro para dizer que havia encontrado uma possível forma de derrotar o rei feérico, Rhysand não fazia ideia de que enfim conheceria a jovem de cabelos escuros que há tanto rodeava seus pensamentos.

Onde a vida de uma humana muda repentinamente e sem explicações plausíveis. Ou Onde a medicina em Prythian ganha outra perspectiva com a chegada de uma médica cirurgiã.