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hey there! welcome to my blog, you can call me Ace. I write for SJM's best couple — Rowaelin, and sometimes other things. I love strange literature, poetry, and hozier. chat with me whenever, and get comfortable!
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Hey Friends,
It's been a while. It's been a very long time. And, unsurprisingly, I would guess, I'm here to announce that I am done writing here. It probably comes as no surprise, given my considerable lack of activity over the last however long I've been gone. But, I felt like it would be good to have some closure, no matter what (maybe this is just for myself, who knows).
Long story short, I'm in a completely new stage of my life at the moment. I'm in a new country, surrounded by new people, and facing a new challenge that is the beginning of the rest of my professional life. It's been a extremely tumultuous journey to get here, but it's a privilege and a honour I'm not taking lightly. But because of that, I've been focused elsewhere, rather than on writing. I actually don't think I have opened a Google doc in over three months, nonetheless thought of writing anything - and that does sadden me a little, I won't lie. But my priorities change, and so do my passions (and the medium I exercise them on).
So, all of this is to say that my hiatus - whenever I posted about that originally - is now going to be permanent. And this comes from more than just my disinterest in fanfiction writing, and to keep it brief; I began to enjoy a different fandom, and over the course of a year, it proved to mess with my mental health tremendously. So much so that it was a large part of my original hiatus. I was reminded of it's negative impact on me when I, completely randomly, opened the tumblr app this evening, only to feel like absolute shit after closing it 20 minutes later. And I realized that, more than just getting closure on a passion project I really loved, I needed to delete this app for the betterment of my mental health.
I'm not sure if I have an audience left, not that I really had much to begin with, but I want to thank everyone who supported me, encouraged me, and interacted with me during my writing period. Don't think I didn't see the silent likes and reblogs from the same accounts over and over - I did. And I appreciated them more than I can explain.
Tumblr, and my blog, was an escape for a girl who really needed to find a community and a place to get out all these ideas about this obsession she had about her favourite book series, and I'm so grateful I found this space. Truly. But, the time has come to and end, and so I want to say goodbye.
I won't be deleting my account, but I will be deleting the app. I don't have many fics, or much of substance, but I'll keep it up for whatever reason I cannot currently provide, but selfishly have. I will not ever likely be back, but there is a chance you'll see my writing again (very slim, so don't count on it) through a fic I partnered up with a very talented other writer to work on, that also hasn't been touched in many months, but I won't say never to finishing it just yet. No promises.
Anyways, this is my long winded goodbye, so thank you if you made it to the end here, and thank you for even sticking around this long that you are able to read this.
Forever,
Ace
Dropping this and running away.
Regular evenings seemed to come less frequently these days.
Aelin remembered when the drip of some leaky floorboard was the sole pace of her shifts. The dripdripdrip a marker of seconds passed. Ticking in the back of her skull like a pulse she'd long forgotten. A beating heart settled - put down. It's gentle sounding no different than a petulant child. Itching underneath her skin like the uncomfortable scratch of wool gone too long without washing.
She had grown fond of the noise, though. Like the hand of a clock steadily raced forward, so did that godsdamned floorboard. Racing against time, or the composition of the building in it's entirety. She didn't know. Didn't care.
Much of what she did here was just for the wad of cash slipped under worn tables. Hands cracked and peeling - slivers near her nail beds. The blood lasted on the money, so long as it stayed with her longer than a night.
It was why she was still here. Still watching the same game of poker begin for its thousandth consecutive time. Roucous chatter drowning out the drip. The sound of heavy coins denting the rotted wood.
Funny, how it was strong enough to pierce her skin and simultaneously bend to the weight of a piece of silver.
She didn't take well to the irony.
Her shifts had for so long been the same routine. Serve the regulars. Pocket a coin from the gaggle of grannies, crammed into the recess in the wall. A little alcove. Made great shadows to conceal the trick of fast hands and faster tongues. Wipe down the tacky residue that accumulated faster than she could keep track of. Argue with the old man from across the street - he didn't like the (outrageous) fractured neon lights. Pity for him, because when he was knee deep in his points, face red from exasperation, pulling out a chair had the most similar movements as a sly hand into a pocket. Cool cash crawling up her sleeve. He'd leave in a huff and Aelin would be a little lighter when she missed back behind the bar. Then the night would roll in on itself. Drunkenness a curse of this corner of the Earth, she was only powerful enough to keep her head above water and do her job. Close the bar. Count the cash. Wire it away and consider mourning the loss. Until she wouldn't and was back behind the counter.
That was her normal.
And so when her flagging gaze swept across the floor, the appearance of a new piece on the board made her falter. She wished there would be more reaction than the stuttering of her eyes, wished that she felt something deeper, drawn from newness, but there was nothing.
Nothing walked closer to her. She had the thought to smile, make herself pleasant, but the action didn't follow. Nothing laid large hands upon her bartop, the one to her right (nothing's left), crawling with whorls and scribbles. Like a child had gotten a hold of a tattoo gun. How unfortunate. Those hands - large, uncomfortably so - were attached to arms. Shocking, she supposed, as her eyes crawled up along the weaving tattoo. Golden skin and visible definition could have heated something in her. Maybe it did, maybe it had been so long she no longer knew what heated her core.
"...neat,"
Hm?
The dripdripdrip was gone. And with it took the clarity borne from acute annoyance. Hands, arms, shoulders... Was she warm? Or was she losing it?
"Love."
Like a fog had descended over her minds eye, snapped away as quickly as it had formed at the call of that petname. Love. What?
She balked. "Pardon?"
He - nothing, nothing of nothing who is nothing and of no effect to her - pursed his lips. Rolling the flesh between teeth, tightening the hinge of his jaw. Gods, there was definition there too. The angle of that jaw raised to high chedckbones, a tinge of red, pulsed with life. An overwhelming urge to follow that rise and fall, trace the hollows and contours. Feel along the strong brow that framed pine green eyes. Eye that sparkled. Eyes that tightened. Eyes lined with mirth...
"You work here?" He gruffed. The smirk in his eyes didn't reach his voice. But that voice... She'd love to compare it to crashing waves, smoothing over jagged rock. Endlessly leaving a print on what was considered impenetrable. But it instead stroke along a frayed edge in her. Breaking, rather than soothing.
A pause. Where were her words? "Yes."
"Right," he murmured. Muscles flexing as he rapped his knuckles along the worn bartop. She wanted to tell him to not. Grab his fist in her own and hold tight above the shitty wooden slab. Cover it with her own. "Then I'll get a whiskey. Neat."
Crawl over the tanned skin. "Of course." Trace the inked designs. "Just give me moment." Litter a marking somewhere.
Something tangible.
-
"Yes!"
She didn't know how it had really happened.
Well, she did. She had played her part, and now was enjoying the outcome. Somewhere along the lines of him ordering the whiskey, leaning only lightly against the barstool, delicately draped like he was ready to spring up at a moment notice. She had wandered around. Who knew that dust collected so quickly on tables that were just cleaned? Repetitive movements only let her drift into the sensation of green eyes pinned to her back. Lower, even.
She needed extra cleaner from the back. And it was only an accident that her hand grazed his upper thigh. She had practice in the deft movements that could steal a pretty coin, but her fingers didn't dig in, clasping around valuables. Rather, she had grazed the worn jean. Lighting a blaze, trailing the fire down to his knee.
It had pulsed in her core as she walked to the back room. The bar quieter, different to the usual rowdiness of a Saturday. She had swayed her hips a little more. Sensual machinations coming back like the flip of a switch. She felt a buzz in her head, unlike a dripdripdrip of a leaky floorboard.
It was stuffy. Her face so close to his, the height difference didn't serve them well at first, until he had hoisted her up around his waist. Her legs locking her tight. She had felt the heat of his body. Felt the heat through the clothes - get them off - felt the heat from her body, emanating out in a pulsing rhythm.
She had been panting. Breath coming out faster and faster as she wiggled her hips to tuck deeper into the hardness she felt pressing into her core. Writhing would get her nowhere when he was holding her in his arms. Her mouth found the underside of his jaw, and she sucked hard.
His groan was music to her ears.
Her apron fell. Ripped apart by those large hands. How much could they hold? He was surprisingly deft with unbuttoning the front of her dirty blouse. Button after button, down until he could rip it from her waistband, and shuck it off her shoulders.
Her bra was nothing special. Some department store sale piece, but it didn't matter, because it was off just as quickly and she was bare from the waist up.
"Off." She tugged at his shirt, taking a break from marking up his neck. She wanted to feel him against her. Skin to skin. She needed the contact more than anything. She was burning.
He had leaned her back, still in his hold. A little rough, her head nearly crashing into the wall they were pressed up agaisnt. She'd forgive him though, when he snaked one arm behind his head and expertly peeled the shirt from his torso.
Gods. Gods above, was this her lucky night. The tattoo wound all the way from his wrisr to his neck, matching like a puzzle along his chest. Corded with muscle, Built from genuine use, she could tell. This man was not built of aesthetics.
Her fingers found the hardened planes of his stomach, pressing lightly along the muscles. It tightened under her hand. Palms pushing agains the tautness of his abdomen, she didn't know whether to trail back up to his mouth, or push lower.
"Hold on," he bit out. Breathless just as she was.
She dug her nails into the shoulder she was tracing, his hand snaked to the button on his jeans. Her breaths came more rapidly now. Blood rushing through her ears. It was hands and tongues and teeth and no other thoughts. Nothing but what would come next. Nothing at all.
The zipper was so loud amongst their panting. But it was pulled down, and Aelin made a effort to shuck off her pants as well. But where her thighs were stretched around his waist kept her from making any further moves. She wanted nothing between them.
"Hurry up," she hissed, pressing herself back against him.
He shuddered when she pulled him tight, nails digging deeper. She hoped they would mark him. Stay with him longer then this moment. "Gods." It's not soft the way he shoves them closer into the wall. The way his hand is under her nondescript panties in seconds. Burning a trail along the most intimate skin. He stalls there for a second. Aelin is pulsing; in her head, in her blood, in her cunt.
His eyes find hers. Green and vibrant and swirling and dark. All blown wide with lust. He keeps her trapped there, pinned by his gaze while his fingers swipe along her folds. Through them, deeper until they wetten with the arousal she surely though was dripping down her leg by this point. He traces along for a moment, and she has half a mind to snap at him to hurry it up when his thumb is pressing into her clit so hard she sees stars.
She squeaks out a breathless yelp.
"You're soaking," he drawls, mouth coming down to the skin at the coloumn of her neck. He breaths into her, breathes her in. "Just waitin' for me, weren't you? All pretty behind your bar top."
She would roll her eyes if they weren't already at the back of her skull from the pleasure. He kept a steady hand on her clit while rough fingers slipped back through her folds, down to where she needed him most. Yes. The roar in her head heightened.
"Please..."
He hummed. "Please what?" A smirk, in voice or against her skin, she could not tell "Please who?"
Fuck. She hadn't gotten his name either. They had tumbled into the closet so quickly, bodies pressed so close, that introductions had been skipped. She thought she could make it throigh without his name. But this bastard was going to hold it over her head.
Fingers traced around her entrance; probing, waiting.
"Please... Sir. Fuck me."
He laughed. She jostled with the movement and his fingers pushed against her just right. "I'll let it slide," and with little pause, he pushed in. Slicking in quick, easy, the slide only assisted with the way she was falling apart in waiting for him. Two - two - fingers stretching her wide and pushing that rising wave higher. She keened a breathy whine when he curled those rough fingers. Pressing hard into that spot inside of her she could never reach herself.
His breath curled around her ear. He bit the shell of it before murmuring "But you better call me Rowan. No Gods or Sir. I want to hear my name from those pretty lips."
She nodded, feverish for more. He bared his teeth in a satisfied smile, increasing the pace of his fingers inside of her. She had hardly noticed when he swapped his thumb for the heel of his palm against her clit. But she felt it now. Pushing against her whole he slicked up her panties. The wave rose higher and higher.
"Rowan!" She cried. "Ah! Don't stop... Please."
"Wasn't even thinking of it, love." He kept her trapped under his gaze. And she wanted to look away when her jaw dropped in white-hot pleasure but something in his eyes promised to hurt if she did. "There you go, pretty girl." She moaned at his comment, riding high after the crashing of the orgasm. She could feel every press of his fingers inside her as he stilled them, still sensitive even after the rush of pleasure.
And oh, was she riding a fine line. Legs a little shaky and breath hurried. But when Rowan pulled out - to her displeasure - and brought those hands to his face, to his mouth, and licked her clean off of them.
She whined. A pitchy sound that worked its way out of her as he stared into her eyes, licking along the crevices between fingers. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but he quickly shoved those same fingers against her tongue and pressed down. Freezing her there.
"Taste like heaven, love. But that was only the first course"
Jeans ripped off and pants pulled down. She swapped the wall against her back for cold air. Stiffening nipples to an even harder peak than what they had come to in post-orgadmic bliss. More more more, she changed in her head. She was so sensitive and so ready and so-
She squeaked. He had pulled himself from the confines of his underwear. She has missed it. Blissed out with the feel of him against his chest, but he was there, notching against her entrance in hasty movements.
He eyes met hers, "Condom?"
Fuck her. "I'm on the pill."
His grin was feral. His grip tightened to a near bruising hold. She felt his cock prod at her entrance, and he pushed it around, catching on the arousal she had spilled. At least he had prepped her. She hadn't seen his size, had felt it, yes, but this man seemed like he was blessed, if only judging by what she had already seen.
The moment spans, and her what desire jumped thrpigh her at a rushing pace came to a near stall. The dripdripdrip threatening to return, when the air was punched from her lungs as he pushed up, up and into her in one stoke.
"Ah! Rowan!" She choked. Stretched so full she felt him in her stomach. Tears brimmed her eyes as the stretch ached. Gods, the prep wasn't enough, and the tight grip on him must have let him know, as he held still, caressing her back and down to her ass, before his hand snaked back around to her clit.
She moaned, sharp little breaths as he circled his finger with enough pressure to relax the tightness in her body. She hadn't noticed, but when she looked up to his eyes, wanting to see him fully, his jaw was tensed so tight that the muscles of his neck pulled. Was he in pain?
"Ah... Rowan, wh-whats wrong?" Her tears brimmed and fell over. A loosening in her core and a rushing through her mind. Every sensation was a fire lit inside of her, so much so that she didn't notice as the pain morphed into pleasure, and how she could feel every ridge, every vein, of his cock inside of her. Inside of her, gods, he needs to move.
"Nothing," he gave a shallow thrust, Aelin keened. "Jus' squeezing me so fuckin' tight I can barely breath."
"Y-yeah?" She laughed, salty lines tracing down her face. "Gonna come?"
The words were out of her mouth before she had really considered the implication of them. She was no sadist, liked the high better then the route there, but something in her tingled (beside his cock, nudging deeper and deeper with every breath) at the fire that lit in his eyes.
He laughed, a deep rumble from within, and moved. Soon, they were back up against the wall. Aelin squeezed him so tight, wanting some pleasure and wanting it now. And maybe she was egging him on more. But when Rowan tossed her legs up above the crook of his elbows - rendering her immobile - and pulled out, she almost came again there.
He pushed back in with so much force that her hands came up to cover her mouth. He set a relentless pace, hair falling over his brow and beads of sweat beginning to form at his brow. He leaned over her, pushing closer and closer and testing the limits of her flexibility. Aelin was still moaning, but it was punched out in a yelp every time his cock shoved deeper inside. The slick noises only added to the lewdness. "You gonna come? Huh, love? Gonna come for me now or do I need to fuck you harder?"
He was teasing her.
He leaned down, she dropped her hand, expecting his mouth to close over hers. But he just smirked. When his tongue traced the lines of her tears, licking all the way up her face, she closed her eyes and let go. Falling deeper into the sensation.
It wasn't long before he bored of licking her face. His mouth did finally come to her, and she let him into her mouth so fast that her head was spinning. He still thrusted in, a relentless thwap at every entrance inside of her, and she felt the wave rising again. She traced up his abs, winding around his shoulders to grip onto his hair and pull, just as he pushed in so deep she saw stars.
"Come," he growled. Tiny little movements only to plant himself deeper inside. The roaring came back to her head and she nearly screamed when it hit her. Harder than anything she felt before. Harder than she knew how to handle. Rowan groaned above her, and that was it.
He came inside her. Flooded her cunt so thoroughly it was actually uncomfortable. And it dripped down when he pulled out with little celebration. She whined at the loss of him. Whined more when he set her on her feet and stepped away.
"Thanks, love." He said, breathless and reverent. She felt lost in the aftermath. Head empty and body shocked.
"Yeah. Yeah, no problem...?" It came out as a question and she didn't know what to think. He grabbed a tissue from someplace and offered it to her. Well, at least he did something. Strange and beautiful man. Rowan, oh Rowan.
"Fucked you so hard you forget how to think, huh?" He smiled. Less feral than before, but still the edge of a knifes blade inside of those green eyes. She just nodded, reaching for her clothes that had been scattered on the floor.
She guessed that he was giving her space to come down, giving her a moment. But it crashed into the dirt when he gripped her chin between his forefinger and thumb and searched so deep into her eyes. He held her in his grip, both naked and reeling, and said, "don't shut me out, love." Before he pressed his lips to hers again. Kissing the roaring in her head to a stop and breathing something into her. Something she'd like to hold onto.
"I'll be back. Proper date and all soon, alright love?" He said as he stepped into his pants. Dressing with all the grace he had exhibited while fucking her a moment ago. What? He just moved for the door, shucking his shirt back over those beautiful shoulders and hiding the length of his tattoo. "Don't wander too far away anytime. I don't want to waste my time chasing."
The door opened, just a crack, "I'll see you soon, Aelin."
When Aelin was clothed and less in mental limbo, she pulled on the conversation (one-sided). Some deep, darker part of her was satisfied to see the nails marks she had driven into his back. Some tangible sore he'd no doubt have to clean up, if he wanted the blood off. She smiled to herself.
It wasn't until she was stepping out of the backroom that she realized Rowan had called her Aelin. Had said goodbye to Aelin.
She had never told him her name.
this whole 'writing' part of being a writer is so hard
when you plan a writing session with your friend to hype each other up but you live in different time zones and when she wakes up it’s already 3pm for you
@aelinschild i love you. we’ll never finish our wips.
(I promise I am doing work. I swear to the writing gods above. BUT! If you're looking for someone to blame.......blame Maria for coming up with 30028392929 different AU's every minute. She's distracting me.)
Another Tog fanart that's special to me! 💛
The first is supposed to be Aelin and Aedion as children, "exercising" the blood oath ceremony. The second one resemble chapter 119 from Kingdom of Ash, where Aedion finally bonds himself to his Queen, through blood.
When I first read TOG, I was a little pissed by the fact that Aedion was the last to swear the oath (after Rowan, Fenrys, Lorcan and even Gavriel- males that Aelin knew for a more shorter time than Aedion), but at my reread, I realised why.
Aedion didn't need to prove his loyalty or devotament to Terrasen or Aelin ( which he already proved by protecting Terrasen indirectly, by becoming the White wolf, sacrificing himself for the other good), but his patience, where Aedion is kinda lacking 😂😂.
We can see it when Aelin rescue him and he instantly thinks about killing Dorian instead of finding a cure. When he wants to go to Terrasen immediately, instead of finishing the things they started in Adarlan. When he asks Aelin about the armies she promised. When he thrown Lysandra in the snow instead of listening to her...
The blood oath is the thing he desperately want, but receive only at the end, not as a punishment or as indifference, but as an achievement.
Also demonstrate that his loyalty didn't lied in his family relationship with Aelin or in a right he gained through birth, an royal obligation, BUT in the hope of a better world that Aelin promised to create. His loyalty lies in the love he has for Aelin as a person and his love for Terrasen in a place that all the people he loves calls home (Lysandra and Evangeline).
best fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order
we tried the world, good god, it wasn't for us
i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door
after the foxes have known our taste, i'll be home with you, i'll be home with you
no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her
why were you digging, what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?
my dearest love, i'm not done yet
who could ask to be unbroken or be brave again?
whatever here that's left of me is yours just as it was
remember me love, when i'm reborn as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around, and i'd be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice
be like the love that discovered sin, but freed the first man and will do so again
be that hopeful feeling when eden was lost, that's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed
love, when the sea rises to meet us, oh, and there's nothing left for you and i to do
true that i saw her hair like the branch of a tree, willow dancing on air before covering me
and i love, too, that love soon might end, be known in its aching
be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
the last time i felt your weight on my chest, you said "we didn't get it right, but love, we did our best"
and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans
i would still be surprised i could find you, darling, in any life; if i could hold you for a minute, darling, i would do it again
heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i
It's very easy to select the text of a fic and copy-paste it on Ao3, right?
Well, we can stop people (and AI) from doing this by adding a skin to our fics!
I just did it with all my fics and it works.
How to do it, step by step⬇️
1) Log in. Click 'Skins' in the menu, at the left. Then click 'My Work Skins' and after doing this, click 'Create Work Skins' at the top right.
2) Write a title for your skin (anything you want, it doesn't matter). Then in the large text box, write this:
#workskin * {
user-select: none !important;
-webkit-user-select: none;
-moz-user-select: none;
-ms-user-select: none;
}
This is what you should see:
3) Click 'Submit'. Your skin has been created, and now you have to add it to all your works.
4) Click 'Works'. Then click 'Edit Works' at the top right.
5) Click 'All' to select all your works. Scroll down and click 'Edit'.
6) Scroll down until you see 'Select Work Skin' and select the one you just created.
7) Click 'Update All Works'.
Now, people can't select the text of your fics and copy it😊
PS: I also recommend changing the visibility of your fics to 'Only Show to Registered Users'. You'll lose your anon readers, but it will protect your works a bit more against AI scrappers
This works. It’s amazing.
Aedion x Lysandra
Empire Of Storms
Artist: diabolical_victorian_cat
Hozier writing Francesca: what if every horrible thing you've ever been through has led you, or will yet lead you, to someone you love so much you'd do it all again. What if the suffering is all worth it, not from a religious standpoint but because of someone you love. What if that's all there is - heaven and hell couldn't care less about us, but we care for one another. We endure the unspeakable for one another. What if heaven won't let us in but we wander together through the darkness for eternity knowing we acted in love and having no regrets. What if heaven can't contain people of complexity and passion like ours. What if we were offered the opportunity and we said we'd do it all again.
Shoutout to the dedicated cheerleaders of wips who comment on each chapter and motivate the poor fic writer to keep going you are crucial to the ecosystem
@crumchycow love your vision of pavlovsdogging writers into writing more. Brilliant
i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year
actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.
There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.
Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.
Likes. Are. Worthless.
They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.
Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it. And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation. It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.
And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts. We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue. But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.
Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.
also I’ve seen some people in the tags say ‘oh there have always been more likes on posts’ no there haven’t ????
these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio
not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts
The Courtship Deception - Part 7: Fight or Flight
Fic masterlist
Written for @throneofglassmicrofics
Sorry I disappeared, my mom is running for vice-dean at our uni and the elections got me so hyped!! Keeping track of the gossip alone could be a full-time job heheheheh
Anyway this chapter might go to the top 3 most unserious things I ever wrote lol
Warnings: duel with no depictions of violence; gay pining and heartbreak at its peak
Words: 1011 (oops!)
I am so excited.
"Just because I’m not getting engaged to you this month, it doesn’t mean that I want other dudes to, he previously explained," You shameless romantic Rowan.
"“A thruel.” The “coordinator” sighed. “A duel of three.”" he's so unserious I can't 💀💀💀
"Fenrys had a devilish grin on. “Guns.”" IT DOESNT END 😭
"“We’re choosing my future husband over paintball?” Aelin shrieked, incredulous. " No words. I love this.
""What’s a paintball bruise compared to what you did to me?” The GASP I let out. 🙂🙂🙂
Oh my god. Dorian and Chaol??? Rowan and aelin??? FENRYS???? The thruel???? Paintball????? This entire chapter was insane. I am in love 💛💛
The Courtship Deception - Part 6: Surprise
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IM SO EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT PART
Warnings: none?
Words: 714
Oh there goes fenrys being the meddler 💀 let's see how this works out.
"The man’s face turned somber. “He was quick to forget about me too, wasn’t he?" 🙂🙂🙂
("“Aelin likes her men with balls.”" Maria I love your brain so much)
"“You could prove yourself to her in a duel.”" Fen. Baby. My love. I don't know if I want to hug you or punch you in the face.
FENRYS STOP. (keep going.....)
"Now, it was time to tell Rowan about the two duels he had queued up." This is.... I- Maria, let me inside your brain right. now.
The Courtship Deception - Part 5: Hope
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I’m posting the next chapter tonight because it depends a lot on this one to make sense lol I need everyone’s memories fresh
Warnings: none
Words: 695
So you're telling me this man is a PRINCE (still not over that) and I've only read the first paragraph, but he DECLINED the marriage proposal?!?!?????!! Excuse me.
Ugh, there goes Rowan being reasonable. I hate him for that 🙄🙄
WAIT THEY FUCKED? (Whoops, read this part before I read part 4. 😭) This is emotional whiplash
"He wasn’t a proper suitor, he didn’t feel ready to marry her so soon, but if he let this go, he’d lose her—it’d be torture to fall in love with someone else’s wife." Kill me now. So much for fluff 🥲
Fenrys' monologue 😭😭
The Courtship Deception - Part 4: Wanderlust
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I faded the smut to black, sorry! I’m just a gemini who talks too much, I’m doing miracles with this word count already LOL
Warnings: closed-door sexytimes
Words: 863
I'm such a dumbass. I read part 5 before this and was so confused LMAO. okay well let's see what I missed 😭
"Out of the main venue, Aelin found a storage closet of sorts and shoved Rowan in it, locking herself inside with him." WE ARE MOVING SO FAST. I love it.
"Aelin was silenced by his hand holding onto the back of her neck, tilting her head toward his. " .....hot. I said it. 🫡
"You missed dinner" "Your friend didn't." KILLING ME.
God I love Aelin.
The Courtship Deception - Part 3: Curtain
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Warnings: moderate alcohol intake
Words: 923
I'm finally catching up 🫣🫣
"“Fenrys.” She lightly tapped his arm. “Go get me a drink.”" Im cackling at this 😭
DORIAN.
"“Let me get it for you,” Dorian said, disappearing before she could stop him." NO DONT LEAVE
Oh god let the poor woman go talk to Rowan 💀 they're both horny, just let them get through this!!!
The drink 🤣🤣🤣
"It was Fenrys, intrigued onyx eyes focused on her, with Chaol and Dorian next to him. “Your drink, Aelin—all three of them.”" No words. I-
PRINCE? WHAT?????? WAIT.
