#blink code

***these images + the artwork are not my own!! these creators are unbelievably talented! and I will link everyone below! characters owned by Sarah J. Maas ***

Fenrys Moonbeam

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The White Wolf

“Kiss the wild winds and embrace the mad flurry of sand,

trace your dreams on star trails like

the wildflowers across broken land.”

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I just love this man, fenrys supremacy for the rest of eternity

😭😭😭

He’s the most precious and important and wonderful and beautiful creature to ever exist (on page… to my eternal detriment)

Kind and vicious and silly and BRAVE SO BRAVE and fierce

The most special little wolfie guy around

How could you NOT just adore every little facet about this man

Like pls pls pls pls pls FENRYS YOU’RE NOT MATED YET PLS PLS CHOOSE ME PICK ME

😭😭😭

Also tell me WHY there isnt a lot of fenrys… or tbh any throne of glass content… out there in the world!!!! I do not understand!!!!

I just wanted to take a moment to highlight the absolute wonder that is Fenrys. Fucking. Moonbeam.

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He is so babygirl it’s not even funny

Goofy and sassy and unserious and snarky and … tbh just cunty

BUT SOMEHOW, MIRACULOUSLY, he’s STILL UNBELIEVABLY thoughtful and considerate and present. Wise in battle and quick with a sword. Someone you want on your side. Loyal beyond loyal. The bestest friend.

And don’t even get me started on all the turmoil this poor guy has gone through. DONT. If I think about it too long I’m confident I’ll shrivel up and die!!!!

x losing connall — specifically HOW he lost him. the fact that maeve killed him to punish fen. the hatred and anger his twin brother spewed before dying. tragic, all so tragic. the mere fact that he accepted the blood oath for connall and connall alone. no. my heart. it’s aching.

x fucking maeve. yeah. she gets an entire fucking bullet point because she is a despicable character. she leashed him and taunted him with freedom and used him. god it makes me sick. SICK.

x aelin — this. can you freaking imagine. watching your friend be tortured over and over again and not being able to do anything about it. forced to sit by as they *break* her. forced to suffer at the hand of a sadist by being that unwilling bystander to aelin and for the own control he imparts on fenrys. and THEN to be pushed to the point where he draws his line, breaks the blood oath, and willingly faces death in order to give her a chance. when he fights back, and WINS. that scene sends goosebumps down my legs. he is too good.

x so long, gavriel — losing gav felt like a personal attack, if I’m being honest. It kills me. Just like I KNOW it killed fen. gavriel was his closest friend in the cadre, and his mentor. a brother in possibly more ways than his own twin. god. it hurts it hurts I’m hurting.

THE. POINT. IS. He’s been through so much. They all have. It’s painfullllllllllll

And he’s still such a light! Such a fire inside him even after all this grief. And such curiosity — the palpable need to see and do more. I hope his journey back to himself was one of peace and joy.

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I’m just obsessed with him.

Everything he does.

His friendship with Aelin. They both made it. Blink code. “Live.”

I fear there will never be another like fenrys moonbeam (though admittedly I have seen lottttsss of comparisons to azriel and I’m here for it)

ANYWAYS.

This lil collage is just to recognize his brilliance. Love on our lil moonbeam a lil bit more. He’s just… everything. Another one of my book husbands. Yeeaaaahhhhhh. I know that’s fucking right.

LETS TAKE A LOOK AT THE COLLAGE 🙂‍↕️

for context: I fucking love doing these collages but my computer has been dead for foreverrrrr, so I haven’t been able to do them UNTIL I was gifted an iPad for chrimuh andddd now ive figured out a way to do them once again. I am overjoyed.

Just some things I wanna point out behind the *creation* of the white wolf collage

x the bird flying out of the cage is to point out how this man broke his own shackles and is finally able to get a taste of freedom

x the man on the horse is also a nod to his freedom. how he inevitably became their emissary and now travels the lands. able to seek out that part of him that has been missing since KoA. such hope in his future.

x the white wolf and the black wolf obviously represent him and connall of courseeee

x there is little butterfly still in its cocoon on the lower left and that is nod to his growth and healing. changed, but maybe for the better. anddddd he’s just a beautiful butterfly and that will never be contested.

x the bow and arrow stuff is to highlight his archer abilities

x the little quote “for the love of what is wild and beautiful” is something rowan had said, talking about how fenrys had volunteered to train aelin because he recognized that wild beauty within her right away, and now he’s able to be exactly that: free at last

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AND NOW…

LET ME TAKE A MOMENT…

TO HONOR THOSE WHO HAVE MADE THIS ALL POSSIBLE…

THE ONES WHO BREATHE LIFE INTO ART TO MAKE ENTIRE WORLDS COME ALIVE…

💖💖💖 thank you artists! You’re all so talented and beautiful and precious and important. I’m obsessed with all of you!!!!

fenrys giving blonde and beautiful and braided side profile yes sir done by fantaysy_artworks

THE ONE WHERE HIS HAIR IS TIED UP AND BRAIDED and he’s serving *walking in shadows* done by meabhd

aelin in the mask and fenrys in his wolf form (😓) by artoffrostandflame

biggest picture of my love, side profile again, but hair down and flowing and fucking gorg by madschofield

aelin and fenrys and their perfect friendship and sassy middle finger courtesy of mr moonbeam by whatisamettafor

shirtless fen! shirtless fen! shirtless fen!!!!! done by elizianna.the.one

the cadre 🥹❣️ by kenyapowers

THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

You’re all remarkably talented and so, so, so brilliant. I love you.

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Thanks for tagging along, team!

I missed being here.

ENJOY YOUR TUESDAY.

Goodbyeeeeeeee

Fenrys & Aelin’s Blink-Code:

Yes

No

Are you alright?

I am here. I am with you.

This is real, you are awake.

She blinked twice. And then slowly rose.

Unaware or uncaring of her nakedness, she took an unsteady step. Rowan was instantly there--or as close as the flames would allow.

He could push through, shielding himself in ice or simply by cutting off the air that fed her flames. But to cross that line, to shove into her flames. But to cross that line, to shove into her flames when so much, too much, had been stolen from her... He didn't let himself think about the distant, wary recognition on her face when she'd seen him--seen all of them. As if she wasn't entirely certain to trust them. Trust this.

Aelin managed another step, teetering.

He glimpsed her neck as she passed. Even the twin bite marks, his mark of claiming, had vanished.

Encased in flame, Aelin walked to Fenrys. The white wolf did not stir.

Sorrow softened her face, even with that quiet distance. Sorrow, and gratitude.

Gavriel and Elide remained on Fenrys's other side as she approached. Backed away a step.

Not from fear, but to give her space in this moment of farewell.

They had to go. Lingering here, despite the miles between them and the camp, was folly. They could carry Fenrys until it was over, but... Rowan couldn't bring himself to say it. To tell Aelin that it might not be wise to draw out this good-bye the way she needed. They had minutes, at best, to spare before they had to be on the move.

But if scouts or sentries found them, he'd make sure they didn't get close enough to disturb her. Gavriel and Lorcan seemed to be having the same thought, their eyes meeting from across the clearing. Rowan jerked his chin toward the western tree line in silent order. They stalked for it.

Aelin knelt beside Fenrys, and her flame enveloped them both. The fire gave way to a reddish-gold aura, a shield that he knew would melt the flesh of anyone who tried to cross. It flowed and rippled around them, a bubble of coppery air, and through it, Rowan watched as she ran a hand down the wolf's battered side.

Gavriel had healed most of the wounds, but the blood remained. Aelin made long, gentle strokes over his fur, her head angled as she spoke too softly for Rowan to hear. Slowly, painfully, Fenrys cracked open an eye.

Agony filled it--agony and yet something like relief, and joy, at the sight of her bare face. And exhaustion. Such exhaustion that Rowan knew death would be a welcome embrace, a kiss from Silba herself, goddess of gentle ends.

Aelin spoke again, the sound either contained or swallowed by her shield. No tears. Only that sorrow--and clarity.

A queen's face, he realized as Lorcan and Gavriel took up spots along the glen's border. It was a queen's face that looked upon Fenrys. A queen who took his massive paw in her hands, pushing back folds of fur and skin to unsheathe a curved claw. She slid it over her bare forearm, splitting skin. Leaving blood in its wake. Rowan's breath caught. Gavriel and Lorcan whirled toward them. Aelin spoke again, and Fenrys blinked once in answer. She deemed that answer enough. "Holy gods," Lorcan breathed as Aelin extended her bleeding forearm to Fenrys's mouth. "Holy rutting gods." For Fenrys's loyalty, for his sacrifice, there was no greater reward she could offer. To keep him from death, there was no other way to save him. Only this. Only the blood oath. And as Fenrys managed to lap the blood from her wound, as he swore a silent vow to queen, blinking a few more times, Rowan's chest became unbearably tight. Severing the blood oath to one queen had snapped his life force, his soul. Swearing the blood oath to another might very well repair that cleaving, the ancient magic binding Fenrys's fading life to Aelin's. Three mouthfuls. That's all Fenrys took before he laid his head back on the moss and closed his eyes. Aelin curled on her side next to him, flames encompassing them both. Rowan couldn't move. None of them moved. Aelin mouthed a short, curt word. Fenrys did not respond. She spoke again, that queen's face unfaltering.

Live.

She'd use the blood oath to force him to remain on this side of life. Still Fenrys didn't stir. Across the bubble of flame and heat, Elide put a hand over her mouth, eyes shining bright. She'd read the word on Aelin's lips, too. Aelin spoke a third time, teeth flashing as she gave Fenrys her first order. Live. Rowan didn't breathe as they waited. Long minutes passed. Then Fenrys's eyes cracked open.

Aelin held the wolf's gaze, nothing in her face save that grave, unyielding command.

Slowly, Fenrys stirred. His paws shifted beneath him, legs straining. And he rose.

"I don't believe it," Lorcan whispered. "I don't..."

But there was Fenrys, standing before their But there was Fenrys, standing before their now-kneeling queen. And there was Fenrys, inclining his head, shoulders dipping with him, one paw sweeping before the other. Bowing. A ghost of a smile graced her mouth, gone before it ever took form.

Aelin remained kneeling, though. Even as Fenrys surveyed them, surprise and relief lighting his dark eyes. His gaze met Rowan's, and Rowan smiled, bowing his head.

"Welcome to the court, pup," he said, his voice thick.

Raw emotion rippled across that lupine face, and then Fenrys turned back to Aelin.

She was staring at nothing. Fenrys nudged her shoulder with his furry head.

She ran an idle hand through the wolf's white coat. Rowan's heart clenched.

Maeve had cleaved into Rowan's own mind to Maeve had cleaved into Rowan's own mind to trick his very instincts. What had she done to her? What had she done these months?