Iâm your secret snowflake! As such, I commissioned an art of your amazing fic: Like Pristine Glass. You did such a great job portraying what a maternal Nesta would be like. Canon Nesta is a very private person , so I enjoyed how lovingly you wrote her and Cassianâs best traits coming alive in their kids. I tried to make sure that this captured Averyâs loving spirit, Oliverâs sweet shyness, and Nicky with his inquisitive and bold nature. I enjoyed learning about your process and hearing about the things that were going through your head while writing. I think writers put a lot of themselves into their writing, and it takes a lot of courage to share that with the world. So thank you for that.
Even if we are strangers who live miles apart with perhaps simply a fandom in common, I had fun getting to know you (albeit stalkerishly). I admire how you moved around a lot yet still try to see the best of it. I love how passionate you are in all things Nesta. It wasnât surprising when you told me that you relate a lot to her, because your analyses of her always feel introspective and thoughtful.
And thank you so much for organizing such a fun exchange. I hope you and your family have a wonderful end of the year with a lot of joy to look forward to in the next.
This commission was done by the ever talented @girraffle. Sheâd never read the series, and I really wanted to get the physical details right, so may have overworked her lol. But she took all the changes in stride. :)
theres something so personal about Aelin wanting to be a healer when she was young and Chaol saying that a healer would make a great queen and then also Yrene being Aelins mirror and also Chaol loving them both for who they are
i usually stay very far out of fandom discourse for a thousand reasons, one of which being that i donât like drama or confrontation and like to let people have their own opinions about characters and books. however, this one i just canât really let go. iâm not going to go full meta on this post because i plan to do one on this topic and aelinâs mental health in the future but here is just some of the stuff on my mind with this one.
i want to start by saying i respect your opinions of chaol. if you like him, thatâs fantastic.
however, chaol did not love aelin for who she was.
he spends a lot of crown of midnight brooding over the fact that she is an assassin and the kings champion after he literally coached her through that competition with the goal to win it. he seemed to kind of come to terms with her being an assassin but he later throws that in he face as well.
the second he finds out heâs fae, he starts judging her. the second he finds out about her magic and finds out that sheâs aelin galathynius, heâs judging her. all of becomes very evident in heir of fire, when dorian has this conversation with him
âYou cannot pick and choose which parts of her to love.â and âYou do not have the right to wish she were not what she is.â Also note here that dorian says chaol canât pick and choose which parts of him to love, either.
moving onto queen of shadows, he treats her like absolute garbage.
Chaol is judging her here for both being an assassin and for having magic, calls her a monster and insinuates that nothing could keep her power in check. not to mention throws killing those guards at endovier in her face, like they didnât straight up deserve it for the way they treated those innocent people in those mines.
Here he even admits to Yrene that he saw her as a monster and admitted he was afraid of her.
i could keep going but iâm tired and itâs been a long week, but chaol never loved her for who she was. it was okay for dorian and yrene to have magic, but not okay for aelin to have magic. he threw her past in her face over and over (which she had no choice in, by the way) and despite all that aelin was the one that continued to save his life and love him despite his faults. it was not the other way around.
@highqueenofelfhame - I am like you and really hesitate to participate in discourse for the same reason, so I hope itâs clear that I respect your decision to hate Chaol, just wanted to throw in my two cents with yours! :)
I get where you are coming from that Chaol was afraid of aelin, judged her and didnât accept her for who she was. Can you blame him though? I personally think that he was right to fear magic at the time. He had grown up to fear it, it was ingrained in him. I actually love the scene you posted where Dorian calls Chaol out. It was a huge turning point for him. I think of Chaol as one of the only mere humans in the series who did things out of fear and an intense desire to keep his human people safe. It was his duty as captain of the guard. He made a lot of choices that went against Aelin because he was afraid. It really made me relate to him. I think about Nestaâs character. She was terrified of Fae and judged them entirely for 3 books. She came around and realized she was wrong and came to love them. I think her and Chaol are very similar here. Chaol learned to love Yrene and her magic, and if that isnât a testiment to his growth, i donât know what is.
Before I continue, I am going to note that I am a huge Nesta, Rowan and Lorcan fan. So when I mention them, itâs not to throw shade, but just to make a point!
IÂ appreciate that Chaol still helped Aelin despite being afraid and them being in a disagreement about killing Dorian (book 4 he went to the fighting pits to protect her, went to keep watch at after her dinner with aerobyn etc). None of that was to his benefit. You mention that Celeana saved his life a few times, but he saved her life a few times too (in the portal, as a champion and his sacrifice end of book 4). The relationship was a rocky one that may not have been founded on trust alone, but they cared a lot about eachother.
You do make a good point about him coaching celeana to be an assassin, but being afraid of her for it. I personally felt like he did that out of love for her. He was told to take her out of Endovier to fight by Dorian, but fell in love with her and didnât want her to die. Btw, I am definitely Rowaelin and not at all Chaoleana, just making a point.
I agree that Chaol made mistakes, but I like him because of his arc and how he realized he was wrong and the things he did to make it right. I think his sacrifice at the end of Queen of Shadows speaks a lot to that.
One point Iâd like to make is that I think that a lot of fans forgive other SJM characters for far worse things. Like Lorcan calling back Maeve in Eos and resulting in a lot of deaths and aelin being straight up captured, Rowan literally beating the shit out of aelin in training and calling her horrible names and pre-judging her as a snobby princess and nestaâs character in general). I donât expect people to forgive Chaol if they donât want to, but I feel they did that for many other characters who did far worse.Â
Another example is that many people hate Chaol because of his loyalty to the king at the beginning. Obviously we as readers know it was misplaced loyalty, but all Chaol knew was the kingâs army took him in when his father kicked him out, he was his best friends dad and it was all he knew at the time. Donât forget he is like what 19 years old? Yet Rowan had loyalty to Maeve for 500 years and killed thousands for her and decimated entire cities when he knew all along she was evil? Like I said, I love Rowan, but just trying to provide another example where folks can forgive certain characters for doing the same things. Rowan broke from Maeve and we applaud him, but not Chaol?
I love most of the characters (the not evil ones tho, Erawan can straight up eat it) in SJM world because they are so flawed. I love seeing what they do despite it. I personally feel like Chaol is one of those individuals.
I am very lukewarm to Lorcan because i dislike his treatment of Aelin all around so iâm not going to respond to the bits about lorcan just because they donât apply to me personally. i think that lorcan is kind of as morally gray as they come even be KOA but that is part of his character. heâs never pretended to be anything but what he is, in my opinion.
chaol from the beginning thinks heâs above others because heâs captain of the guard. made evident when he walks through endovier without batting an eye, when he asks aelin what she did to deserve being whipped within an inch of her life.
chaol only helps aelinâs cause because he has nowhere else to go. he canât be captain of the guard anymore at the end of hof, heâs had that entirely stripped from him. he wasnât helping rebels for any reason other than he had no other choice at that point. had everything at the end of hof with dorian not happened, chaol would have continued to serve the king and continued to not bat an eye.
comparing rowan training aelin the way he did in the majority of heir of fire is kind of apples and oranges. at that point, it was two warriors training together. it was a warrior training a bratty assassin and doing what he felt like needed to be done. mind you, the moment he realizes the extent of the trauma sheâs been through, he immediately changes his tune. he also starts looking for ways to get out of his blood oath to maeve (finding the sword and the ring) when his feelings start to change toward her. that didnât happen for chaol.
i cant excuse chaolâs actions or words because he was âraised to fear it.â being raised in a prejudice doesnât give you the excuse or the right to keep having those prejudices. he only does things to help dorian. his motivation was only to help dorian. he said extremely shitty things to aelin because of his prejudices and never offers as much as an apology, neither through words or actions. a lot of people get raised with racist and prejudice parents in the real world but are able to see right from wrong and not blindly follow in those footsteps. chaol didnât see anything wrong with it well into tower of dawn. only people with magic that he considered good were exempt from his judgement. yreneâs magic was âgoodâ because she was a healer, aelinâs was bad because it was fire and she was an assassin and a rival queen.
for me as a reader, chaol just didnât do enough to redeem himself at the end of the day.
@highqueenofelfhame - I really appreciate you taking the time to explain the reasons for you stance. I think you make some very legitimate points as to why you feel that way. Iâm happy to be able to see a different side than you and still see where you are coming from. Cheers, hope you have an awesome day. Thanks for all you do for us as a writer in the community!
theres something so personal about Aelin wanting to be a healer when she was young and Chaol saying that a healer would make a great queen and then also Yrene being Aelins mirror and also Chaol loving them both for who they are
i usually stay very far out of fandom discourse for a thousand reasons, one of which being that i donât like drama or confrontation and like to let people have their own opinions about characters and books. however, this one i just canât really let go. iâm not going to go full meta on this post because i plan to do one on this topic and aelinâs mental health in the future but here is just some of the stuff on my mind with this one.
i want to start by saying i respect your opinions of chaol. if you like him, thatâs fantastic.
however, chaol did not love aelin for who she was.
he spends a lot of crown of midnight brooding over the fact that she is an assassin and the kings champion after he literally coached her through that competition with the goal to win it. he seemed to kind of come to terms with her being an assassin but he later throws that in he face as well.
the second he finds out heâs fae, he starts judging her. the second he finds out about her magic and finds out that sheâs aelin galathynius, heâs judging her. all of becomes very evident in heir of fire, when dorian has this conversation with him
âYou cannot pick and choose which parts of her to love.â and âYou do not have the right to wish she were not what she is.â Also note here that dorian says chaol canât pick and choose which parts of him to love, either.
moving onto queen of shadows, he treats her like absolute garbage.
Chaol is judging her here for both being an assassin and for having magic, calls her a monster and insinuates that nothing could keep her power in check. not to mention throws killing those guards at endovier in her face, like they didnât straight up deserve it for the way they treated those innocent people in those mines.
Here he even admits to Yrene that he saw her as a monster and admitted he was afraid of her.
i could keep going but iâm tired and itâs been a long week, but chaol never loved her for who she was. it was okay for dorian and yrene to have magic, but not okay for aelin to have magic. he threw her past in her face over and over (which she had no choice in, by the way) and despite all that aelin was the one that continued to save his life and love him despite his faults. it was not the other way around.
@highqueenofelfhame - I am like you and really hesitate to participate in discourse for the same reason, so I hope itâs clear that I respect your decision to hate Chaol, just wanted to throw in my two cents with yours! :)
I get where you are coming from that Chaol was afraid of aelin, judged her and didnât accept her for who she was. Can you blame him though? I personally think that he was right to fear magic at the time. He had grown up to fear it, it was ingrained in him. I actually love the scene you posted where Dorian calls Chaol out. It was a huge turning point for him. I think of Chaol as one of the only mere humans in the series who did things out of fear and an intense desire to keep his human people safe. It was his duty as captain of the guard. He made a lot of choices that went against Aelin because he was afraid. It really made me relate to him. I think about Nestaâs character. She was terrified of Fae and judged them entirely for 3 books. She came around and realized she was wrong and came to love them. I think her and Chaol are very similar here. Chaol learned to love Yrene and her magic, and if that isnât a testiment to his growth, i donât know what is.
Before I continue, I am going to note that I am a huge Nesta, Rowan and Lorcan fan. So when I mention them, itâs not to throw shade, but just to make a point!
IÂ appreciate that Chaol still helped Aelin despite being afraid and them being in a disagreement about killing Dorian (book 4 he went to the fighting pits to protect her, went to keep watch at after her dinner with aerobyn etc). None of that was to his benefit. You mention that Celeana saved his life a few times, but he saved her life a few times too (in the portal, as a champion and his sacrifice end of book 4). The relationship was a rocky one that may not have been founded on trust alone, but they cared a lot about eachother.
You do make a good point about him coaching celeana to be an assassin, but being afraid of her for it. I personally felt like he did that out of love for her. He was told to take her out of Endovier to fight by Dorian, but fell in love with her and didnât want her to die. Btw, I am definitely Rowaelin and not at all Chaoleana, just making a point.
I agree that Chaol made mistakes, but I like him because of his arc and how he realized he was wrong and the things he did to make it right. I think his sacrifice at the end of Queen of Shadows speaks a lot to that.
One point Iâd like to make is that I think that a lot of fans forgive other SJM characters for far worse things. Like Lorcan calling back Maeve in Eos and resulting in a lot of deaths and aelin being straight up captured, Rowan literally beating the shit out of aelin in training and calling her horrible names and pre-judging her as a snobby princess and nestaâs character in general). I donât expect people to forgive Chaol if they donât want to, but I feel they did that for many other characters who did far worse.Â
Another example is that many people hate Chaol because of his loyalty to the king at the beginning. Obviously we as readers know it was misplaced loyalty, but all Chaol knew was the kingâs army took him in when his father kicked him out, he was his best friends dad and it was all he knew at the time. Donât forget he is like what 19 years old? Yet Rowan had loyalty to Maeve for 500 years and killed thousands for her and decimated entire cities when he knew all along she was evil? Like I said, I love Rowan, but just trying to provide another example where folks can forgive certain characters for doing the same things. Rowan broke from Maeve and we applaud him, but not Chaol?
I love most of the characters (the not evil ones tho, Erawan can straight up eat it) in SJM world because they are so flawed. I love seeing what they do despite it. I personally feel like Chaol is one of those individuals.
Ugh. Iâm not totally happy with this, but if I kept tinkering with it, it wasnât ever going to come out. So, here it is, in all itâs half-assed glory. This chapter was such an important piece to the story and Iâm just not ecstatic with how it sounds. Oh well, we must move on. Iâm still outlining a few things for the next part, so it is going to take a bit to get out. Iâm hoping to get a good chunk of writing done over New Years. Anyways, please enjoy this shit-show. đđđ
Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. đ
Catch up here: Â Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13
Credit to @featherymalignancyââââââââââ for Cassianâs nickname, Cash. đ
Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, language, NSFW
Excuse me, Maâam YOU ARE DAMN KILLING ME HERE. How do I even unpack this chapter. It hurt bUT IT HURT SO GOOD.Â
YOU MADE MY SHADOWSINGER CRY YOU BITCH AND FOR THAT YOU WILL PAY. yOU MADE HIM FEEL UNLOVED AND LIKE A MONSTER. *Sobs* I SHOULD PROVOKE YOUR WRITING PRIVILEGES YOUNG WOMAN.Â
ALL I want is for their mouths to touch but nOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tHIS homewrecking hoe of a writer has other plans and is killing me slowly. Why must you put them through such pain. I loved when Az was massaging Elain it made me so soft but made him so hardÂ
jUST give us more soft touchy moments like this and I will die a happy woman. Actually scratch that let Azrielâs suffering stop. Heâs been through enough. Itâs like you canât possibly make it any worse but knowing you you totally could.Â
I forgot to add my favourite line of another opportunity for impregnation missed. Also I accidentally merged my reactions for both chapters oops đ @tswaney17
No but I was JUST about to ask if we were ever going to get a prologue to idbtwy or at least some drabbles from their high school years and now I'm just. So happy.
I hadnât really ever thought about writing their high school yearsâI almost feel too old to be writing about high school to be honest. đ€Ł But when I got the request, I decided to take a crack at it and yeah. Itâs about how they originally got together and itâs called âSeven Minutes.â đ
Iâd definitely be open to accepting prompts for that part of the AU. And maybe in the current timeframe once I get this main plot of IDBTWY out of the way. đ€
Here is a prompt! Since Azriel probably will never feel like he deserves Elain, perhaps something based off a Ruelle song? âI get to love you. Itâs the best thing Iâll ever do.â
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1mkYWkoXyo
Just because you like peoples fanfiction writing on here, doesn't mean you have to blindly support their politics. If you didn't want to post about politics, nobody forced you to. Just go back to just reading and not contributing.
Can you please come off anon? If your comments had merit and were truly constructive, you shouldnât need to hide behind your cloak of anonymity. @charincharge does not have an uncommon point of view.Â
I wasn't fighting you on wording, I was simply stating that they did use force. The protest didn't turn violent until they started trying to breach the Capitol, at which point the proper use of force was applied. I'm not looking for a fight, but it is important that we don't sling accusations unnecessarily. The fact that the police didn't use force earlier should make everyone happy, as that was the injustice that was being protested in 2020. So in that regard there was success. But, at the same time, I think there is a lesson that can be learned here. Which is what a defunded police could look like against a massive population that riots. I say this all because I am genuinely interested in having a conversation about this, and if you aren't, I am more than willing to stop commenting. This is your blog, and I respect that, so if you aren't interested, I will stop. And as to you mentioning the queer, super liberal woman part, I truly do not mind. I like the content you create, and what you reblog. I don't judge people off who, or what they love, and I am capable of having a civil conversation with someone I disagree with politically.
Omg youâre back to fight again....???? I donât think thereâs a civil conversation to be had with current conservatives. Just because you ~personally~ donât judge me (which lol ok I never said that you would, and I would not care if you did!) doesnât mean youâre not complicit in empowering people who seek to harm me and many others. Itâs a side empowered by racism, sexism, xenaphobia, I donât need to engage in your personal defense of whatâs going on politically. Anyway. ACAB.
Okay so I realize no one asked me and Iâm just wholly butting it but itâs been a long day and Iâve had a spot of wine so I just cannot with âsling accusations unnecessarilyâïżŒ
So far as I can see, there have been no accusations on @charinchargeâs part, only a critical examination of the facts which has been noted by and remarked upon by every media outlet, INCLUDING Fox News.
So yeah, stop trying to start shit and assuage what I can only assume is some form of deeply-internalized guilt.
What happened today in Washington was a dismaying inevitability which was caused, in no small part, by the sentiment of white supremacy which is woven into the very fabric of the American national identity.
We donât need to explain that today was solid proof of the inequity between black and white lives because I guarantee regardless of your own race, nationality, etc, you already know, even if your continual combativeness suggests you arenât ready to admit it.
So just....stop. Stop trying to muddy the waters, stop trying to drag us into your vortex of shame and guilt. This isnât about âpolitically disagreeingâ, itâs about the gross inequity which plagues a fundamentally flawed nation. What happened today, while sadly not entirely surprising, was a complete confirmation of everything the #BlackLivesMatter movement has been arguing since the beginning.
So if you want to stand on the wrong side of history, we wonât stop you. But please, donât expect us to participate in your farse of âpolitical discourseâ just so you can sleep better at night.
Women like Stacey Abrams have inspired us to a higher purpose today, and we are no longer enabling the machine just because itâs the path of least resistance.
Anon - When people are asking âwhere is the same brutality from the BLM matter protests?â, they arenât demanding police brutality. They are making the point that police apparently do know how to avoid brutality. They simply choose when to. There is no better proof than what happened yesterday.
@charincharge and @highqueenofelfhame arenât wrong about timing. How about the footage of the police literally letting the seditionists through the capitol gate blockades and taking selfies with them? Their intent that day was not order, but inciting a shakeup and violence.
âWhen the looting starts, the shooting startsâ
- Donald Trump responding to BLM protests (May 29, 2020)
âGo Home. We love you. Youâre very special. [âŠ] I know how you feel.â
- Donald Trump responding to white nationalists attempted coup, breaking into the U.S Capitol and forcing US Congressmen and Senators to shelter in place under their desks (January 6, 2021)
Have you seen the shirts that say âCIVIL WARâ with Jan 6 printed on them? This isnât simply about our police and whether they should be defunded, but a wider, more violent flame that Trump has been feeding his base for 4 years.
@featherymalignancy - Thank you for bringing Stacy Abrams into this, because we should be celebrating that monumental achievement in our history books for Jan 6, instead of looking back and only seeing the violence.
Ugh, iâm just a happy fanfic reader looking for fluff and now Iâve had to post about politicsâŠ
For @anidealiveson your snowflake. Nessian Atla Au. If both are them are  in the Atla Au, it is obvious that Cassian is a firebender while Nesta  is a waterbender (because I can picture her bloodbend and waterbending  is a elegant and deadly at the same time) but many will mistake her for a  firebender due to her personality. âš
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With a hint of Kataang  and; the koi fishes as cute ghost-like creatures, we are good to go.  They do represent the duality of yin and yang.
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Bring out the kalimba! I want to thank @ladynestaarcheron for organising Acotar Snowflake:) Happy New Year
@mikitheswiftie - this is one of the coolest things anyone has ever created for me (I am a creative director, so people are creating things for me constantly)! THANK YOU so much for taking the time to delicately and so cleverly merge two worlds I love. You are spot on about Nesta being a water and blood bender and Cassian a fire bender. And your drawling skills are amazing. I love that you kept a few of a Cassianâs siphons even in the AtLa world. Thank you again, so much!
i feel like if sam was alive when celaena became aelin heâd have a very similar attitude to chaol (afraid of her magic/power, esp because like you mentioned, he didnât like feeling inferior to celaena in the first place) and because of that whatever relationship they mightâve had wouldnât have lasted.
he 100% would have had the same attitude as chaol. i donât doubt that. iâve said before that i think she fell for chaol because he reminded her of sam. straight up, dorian was too nice. chaol was a stubborn ass like sam was and it was comfortable for her at the time. sam and chaol were never good for her in the long haul. and chaol is a garbage fucking person.
Hello! Iâd like to hear why you think Chaol is a garbage person? All good too if you donât feel like getting into it. I know these things can take it out of a person! :)
why do all writers on here (yes, you included) ask for reblogs to "support creators"??? writing isn't even that hard
okay, first of all, you saying âwriting isnât even that hardâ is literally so dumb of you. writing is in no way, shape, or form easy. i ask for reblogs, personally, because my tags donât always work and reblogs are the only other way for people besides those who follow me to see my work. i spend my time writing fanfiction free of charge to anyone else, just to post it here so that people can consume it. the least that people can do is reblog. it takes like 5 seconds if you donât add tags. and listen, you may think, objectively, that writing isnât that hard, but unless you are a writer, you donât get it. and, not to be rude or anything, but iâd like to see you take a four word prompt and turn it into a fic thatâs over twenty five thousand words. coming up with ideas, daydreaming about things that could be turned into fics? those things are easy. writing it, turning it into an entire story that people are going to want to read. making it sound good and trying to make it just right? thatâs hard.
plus, when my fics donât get a lot of notes, i get that. iâm not that big of a blog, i donât expect a lot of notes. however, there are blogs on here that literally have thousands upon thousands of followers and they get little to no interaction because all people do is like the fic. yeah them having a bunch of followers is great, but not all of them are going to want to read a certain fic. hell, some of them may not even see it. and if the tags donât work and nobody reblogs, the only people that are going to see it are the few people that have post notifs on, the ones that check their favs blogs, or the ones that have the fic show up on their dash.Â
itâs even more necessary for small creators / those that just started posting to get more reblogs. because if they donât have that many followers, then whoâs going to see it if the tags donât work and nobody reblogs? no one is. and as a new blog that just started posting, that has to fucking suck. actually, it does suck. i know it does because thatâs how it was at times when i first started posting.
personally, i am lucky enough to have followers and mutuals that will reblog my fics, so my fics get read by more people than just the ones that follow me regardless of whether or not the tags work for me. normally it takes a few reblogs, but my fics still get a little bit of traction if they donât make it to the tags. not everyone is that lucky. sometimes, if the tags donât work, there are authors that get less than 50 notes on their fics even if they normally get hundreds when the tags do work.
so yeah, i ask for reblogs. not only for myself, but for every creator that makes something that you enjoy. and no, writing is not easy. writing is that hard.
Reblogging is SUPER important, and I really relate to whole "thousands of followers but no interaction"
I feel like I have maybe 50 ppl out of the 1.3k that actually see what I post so reblogging is an important tool.
As a fic writer who spends hours on writing things that I specifically want people to consume, it's really annoying to see such little interaction and reblogs when I clearly have tons of you following me.
If you appreciate fic writers, the least you can do is reblog!!
Iâm trying to respond to this without being offensive, because honestly, I donât like arguing with people and this place is a microcosmos - people have different opinions on things and thatâs okay.
But claiming to be a writer and then saying âwriting is not that hardâ and âwhy do you want reblogsâ doesnât sit well with me. Writing comes from the deepest chasm of the soul, it comes from pain, it comes from anguish, happiness, solitude, but it doesnât come easy to any of us.
And all the writers here write for free, they share this content with you not expecting anything but your support by reblogging so more people can read their stories. Because this hellsite doesnât always work properly, tags donât work, search results donât work. And hey we worked hard for this story, reblogging is pretty easy though.
I never read a story here without reblogging it, even before I decided to post my own stories. It just seems unfair to read someone personal work and never bothering to thank them by reblogging. Sometimes I even reblog things more than once because I loved that story THIS much and want to support the writer.
Obviously anon hasnât written anything a day in their lives.
Writing is hard. It takes dedication, imagination, drive and more.Â
I know Iâve been guilty of reading and then liking, but Iâm trying to do better about reblogging those stories that I truly enjoy.Â
For some reason I read that she is a writer (fixed it in my edit), obviously she is not. But yeah itâs really rude to think writers (big or small) snap their fingers and hop lala here is a story! Also why complain about writers like that? Itâs not like theyâre asking for money.
Imagine telling someone a story to their face and they just nod and say nothing. Hurts doesnât it?
I get it that a lot of people have hard time reblogging some content. Iâm not mad at anyone, but I really wish people would reblog more because it encourages people to write more, which is why I ask for feedback and also give mine in return.
Feedback is ALWAYS crucial to my writing. Reblog helps because I know somewhere someone out there likes it. Liking a story is one thing but it often doesnât really makes me feel like my story resonates with anyone. Writing IS hard. Just think of it how you would write an essay or assignment at school. Even if you wrote thousands of words and did your best but your Professor gives you just a tick, itâs kind of anti climactic no? Feedback no matter how small in words is always good in my book. The dedication we take the time to write especially in my case when I have a full time job is never easy.
This comparsion is spot on @adorkabeezleâ. Nothing hurts more than showing your creation to a friend and only getting a thumb up and no feedback. It means a lot for us content creators and it really discourages when you tag so many people but only 20% of them leaves a comment :/.
Even if you donât have much to say itâs always nice to see someone say âhey i loved it!!!âÂ
IÂ admit I feel like I really suck at telling people how much I love their stories. I always reblog with feedback but I feel like my words canât even emphasis how much overhwelmed I am by your creation. I mean, my god, tumblr writers are amazing, a lot of you guys sweep me off my feet with your content and itâs ALL for free, no one is making you write it, you do it for for and you do so well, so why not let you know how amazing you are?
You know what isnât hard? Sending a ridiculous statement while cowering behind anonymity. If you are going to insult these dedicated folks who spend months and even years providing content for anyone free of charge, at least have the decency to back it up without hiding.
She wrote a threesome for ACOSF but then deleted it because she didnât think she could face her family after it because it was so dirty. But she also said that it would have pulled emotional strings for those characters in ways that she didnât want to deal with the consequences of. Only SJM and her editor only know about who is in it. Not even Josh. She promises that âif a Meteor was going to strike us (or Donald Trump and his goons stage a coup)â, she will release the scene.
She said she still has a lot she wants to tell in the ToG world. She also has about 60 pages of Aelin/Rowen scenes from Heir of fire that didnât make it in the book. For instance, she wrote the scene where Maeve sends Rowan (over all the rest of the cadre) to train Aelin. Also, in the end of HoF, when they are in the cold pool after Aelin tells Rowan her whole story, she wrote a sexy scene that didnât make it in there:
Josh: How is a cold pool sexy?
SJM: Nipples
Josh: Sure but the guy gets shrinkage
SJM: Rowan would never have shrinkage
Josh: Rowans like a turtle
There was a lot of talk about farts.
đHappy Holidays, @illyrianwitchlingâ! đ
Hey Becca! Itâs been a pleasure getting to know you these last few weeks through the Acotar Secret Snowflake exchange. Not only are you a very talented writer (I binged all your fics for this), you have a beautiful and infectious personality. I smiled at all your responses.
I put together this video for you with your favorite lines from each of your fics. The instrumental song cover I used can be found here. You mentioned the holidays are a tough time for you, so I hope this video brings you some cheer. Youâve certainly brought enough to your readers through your fics.
I hope that you and your family have a great holiday and that the best is yet to come for you. :)
P.S. - Thank you @ladynestaarcheron for coordinating this fun exchange!
âIf I go on a date with you, will you bring the dog from your profile picture?â for Rowaelin or Elorcan maybe? đ
Puppies - October 15th
Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre
A/N: I think Iâm running a fever and Iâm pissed cause itâs not the ideal right now, donât you all think? But still, I wanted to post this and PP chapter 6, but I cannot for the love of god try and translate that too, so I hope I can do it for tomorrow, in the meantime enjoy this fluffy/cute thing since Iâm always giving you just angst.
Enjoy:)
Oh and I think Iâm gonna write a part two to this, just like for the Rowaelin one when I get the time and I finish every prompt. Also, again, Iâm sorry if this is taking so fucking long, I do understand itâs December and this thing is called October Something so yeah
Word count: 3,883
Lorcan could not get over the fact that a beautiful girl like Elide had agreed to go out with him. Or rather, he could not understand how a beautiful girl like her had asked him out on a date.
A hint of panic crept into his mind, causing his smile to waver when he remembered his best friend's mocking words. "She didn't ask you out, she just wants to see your dogs." Rowan had joked when he had explained why he was taking the dogs for a walk dressed so elegantly.
Lorcan had eyed his black skinny and his beige sweater with an arched eyebrow, feeling sorry for Aelin if Rowan thought that outfit was elegant. He told him he had to meet a girl and his friend demanded to see some photos and Lorcan knew he would never let him out until he pulled out her tinder profile.
Rowan had opened his eyes wide in front of Elide's black-haired, pearly-skinned beauty, then burst out laughing, slamming his hand on his back and telling him he didn't stand a chance with someone like that.
Now, as he walked with Opal by his side with Maya pulling them both way too excitedly, he felt the anxiety grow with every step.
They had exchanged numbers almost immediately and talked for a week, sending pictures of what they were doing and eating, and when Elide had sent him a picture of a meat plate with rice, he had asked her where she was. She had gone out with some friends to her favorite restaurant in town and from there a conversation about their favorite places had started and Lorcan had mentioned that he should try the dish she had ordered, because it was as if he could smell it through the phone. At that point Elide had told him that she would gladly accompany him and Lorcan, like the idiot he was, had asked her if she was serious and she had sent him a message: "If I go on a date with you, will you bring the dogs from your profile picture?"
He had grinned like an idiot, happy to know that she didn't think they were vicious beasts. His two little dogs, two sisters, had entered his life when they were only a few weeks old and now he couldn't imagine his life without them, but sometimes it was difficult to convince other people, especially strangers, that they weren't aggressive and wouldn't tear them to pieces.
They had decided to meet at the Gardens of Orynth so that his two pitbulls could run a little bit free, instead of having to walk around the city with muzzles all the time and Elide had sent him a short video of her jumping happily at the idea of meeting him.
He was looking around for the girl, when he heard someone calling for him and his head snapped in the direction of the Turtle Fountain.
He opened his eyes wide, chuckling in dismay when he realized that Elide was dressed almost exactly like him. A beige sweater tucked on the front of her black pants, torn at the knees, which did absolutely no justice to the legs he had seen her show on her tinder profile. Even the shoes were the same, simple black lumberjack ankle boots, years old in appearance. The only thing differentiating them was the religiously black jacket she wore, which enveloped her figure perfectly.
That moment of distraction in which he admired her cost him the grip on Maya's leash, which with a sudden snap managed to pull him forward and free herself. The pitch black dog ran up to the girl and Elide smiled widely, crouching on the ground and opening her arms. The little dog immediately started to welcome her, licking her face and getting up on her hind paws, scratching her legs with those in front.
Lorcan cursed loudly and ran towards them, Opal looked up at him for a moment, starting to toddle next to him a second later, to keep up.
"Hello you beautiful," Elide was saying, rubbing her hand on the dark fur, "you must be Maya." When the dog started whining, wagging her tail even more, she giggled, "Yes, it's you."
Lorcan was sincerely surprised by the scene, but when Elide looked up, smiling at him with bright eyes, he remembered that he should speak. "I'm so sorry, normally I can hold her." He apologized, scratching the back of his neck.
She shrugged, "Don't worry about it." Then she went back to the dogs, extending her hand to Opal, who seemed just as excited as Maya, but sat next to him. Â When she sniffed Elide's hand without approaching, she stood up and Lorcan saw with horror that she had mud marks on her pants. He felt himself blush, "Fuck, I'm sorry," and then she handed him Maya's leash, shaking her head. He touched her hand and his brain short-circuited.
"Don't worry," she said smiling and showing her teeth, "really." she repeated when Lorcan glared at the dog. Then she tilted her head to the side, "Hi."
Lorcan smiled in turn, looking at her. God, she was so beautiful.
"Hi."
She leaned towards him, leaving a light kiss on his cheek and immediately returning to her place, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, "I like the way you are dressed, excellent choice."
He was dumbfounded for a moment by her spontaneous gesture. Not that no girl had ever kissed his cheek, but her lips had been so soft and warm against his skin and at the same time so confident and solid. He quickly recovered, pointing to her clothes, "Yes, I must say that your taste is impeccable too."
She smiled at him, shifting her gaze to the dogs for a few seconds, then those black puddles locked on him, "So, how's your day going so far?"
Maya kept circling around her and Opal seemed less and less uncomfortable, her ears now low and her tail moving slightly behind her. The most excitement she would show for a stranger, Lorcan knew. But he was still happy that she was not hiding behind his legs.
He grinned at her, "Very well, I was looking forward to going out with a certain girl," he joked.
Elide snickered, looking him in the eye, "Yes, I was quite excited to meet this new friend of mine too." Then she turned to the dog pen - a huge section of the park reserved for animals, so that people wouldn't bother them while they too were running free. "Shall we go there?" she asked, pointing with one hand.
Lorcan nodded, urging the puppies to walk.
The second he released the leash to both of them, the dogs snapped forward, starting to run in the area. The two of them sat down on a bench just right by the fence and when he turned towards her, Elide was giving him a bright smile.
"What?" he asked her, arching an eyebrow.
She shrugged, "Nothing," she muttered, "I just thought you'd be a lot more chatty, you know."
Lorcan felt himself blush again. It was true, by message and the few times they had called each other, Lorcan had talked a lot and there had never been a second he hadn't had his line ready, but now it was almost as if he no longer had the ability to have a normal conversation. He gave her a frustrated look, "Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize," she giggled and Lorcan felt his chest tighten to that sound. She turned to the dogs when she heard Opal barking and he was breathless when her smile widened even further, seeing the silvery dog running in their direction, "What did you do this morning that was so important that you couldn't answer me?"
He forced his body to relax under her inquisitive eyes, "I had to convince my roommate that calling a plumber to fix the toilet was a much better idea than trying to solve the problem on our own and-". Lorcan puffed, passing a hand through his hair, "Sometimes he can be difficult."
Elide became pensive, "Are you talking about Rowan?"
He nodded, surprised that she remembered the name of his best friend.
"If it's any consolation, my roommates are headstrong too," she said as she opened her eyes wide, "and most of the time it's just as hard as childbirth to have someone else help us around the house," she sighed, "Asterin drives me crazy, too, for other reasons."
Lorcan raised an eyebrow, asking tentatively, "How come?"
He had heard about her roommates, Asterin and Manon, only a couple of times and Elide hardly ever answered his messages when the two girls were present, she always found an excuse to end the conversation.
Initially, Lorcan had thought that Elide simply wanted to spend time with them, but the more days passed the more she avoided him when they were home. He started to think that she didn't want them to know that she was talking to a loser like him, which hurt him more than it should. He was used to people avoiding him on the street and judging him too soon because of his grumpy attitude and the grimace always present on his face, but Elide had found out more about him than any other person had ever done in twice the time and he believed there was a connection between the two of them.
Perhaps it was not the same for her.
When she took a while to respond, he looked closely at her, seeing that she was biting her lip. Â Maybe he shouldn't have asked. He should have left it alone.
Before he could tell her that they didn't need to talk about it, she said, "She always brings new people home and" she made a noise that sounded more like a grunt than a laugh, "I have absolutely nothing against having a different partner every night," she said.
Lorcan stiffened beside her and saw her eyes open wide. Now that he thought about it, she was hardly ever free in the evening to call him or to stay on face time.
She carried her hand to her mouth, snorting, "Oh God, I didn't mean it that way -" she stopped, "I don't do- I never- Shit." She cursed out loud and took a deep breath, "I meant Asterin is big and vaccinated and can do whatever she wants, I'd just rather she was less noisy." she concluded sighing and carrying a hand to her chest.
Lorcan looked at her gently, "You know," he offered to comfort her, "there would be nothing wrong with it if you had a-" he choked on his words and coughed, "a different partner every night."
The idea disturbed him more than expected. Not because he saw such a thing as distasteful - he, too, had had his golden days when he was younger by Rowan's side - but because the idea of someone else touching Elide as he had only once dared to dream about, gave him chills.
She looked at him carefully, frowning, and he had to shift his gaze to the dogs because he couldn't stand the emotion on her face. He could not decipher it.
He spoke in a low voice when he said, "But I'm not looking for something temporary or a fling, Elide." he gave her a thoughtful look, letting her see the sincerity in his eyes, "I'm quite tired of the occasional stories I find myself in every time."
His mind went straight to Maeve and a shiver ran down his spine.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and when he turned around, she was smiling, "I've never dated anyone, Lorcan," she whispered, as if she was afraid of his reaction. Her hand slipped away from his body and he missed that touch immediately, "I'm serious." Then she grimaced, "I've never even had a boyfriend, but that's a story for another date. Definitely not for our first time out."
Lorcan studied her carefully as Opal approached them and let herself be pampered by Elide. Maya somewhere playing with the other dogs.
She seemed upset and if the deep frown between her eyebrows was not enough to let him realize it, her bouncing leg confirmed his doubts.
Whatever they would talk about that night, neither of them would bring up the subject of relationships, and he felt relieved, if only slightly.
"I didn't want to meddle in your affairs, I just wanted to make it clear that I don't want anything casual." he bent forward, resting his elbows on his knees and crossing his fingers.
He was surprised when she murmured, "Neither do I."
He threw a stunned smile over his shoulder and she took a deep breath. Then she chuckled, scratching behind the dog's ears and making her mumble, "And not to mention Manon." She closed her eyes and dropped her head backwards, without letting go of her grip on Opal's snout, "That girl will be the end of me."
This time he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
"She's been dating a guy for years and it seems like their fucking honeymoon phase never ends." she grunted, "Between the two of them I don't know which one makes me feel worse about my non-existent sex life."
Lorcan laughed, covering his face with his hands. He liked how comfortable she was talking about such things with him. All the girls he had dated up to that point had been uneasy just because he used bad words in his daily life, but Elide seemed to use them in turn, so she certainly wouldn't dump him and tell him she couldn't be with a longshoreman.
He leaned against the backrest, extending an arm behind her and maybe it was his imagination or maybe not, but it seemed to him that Elide moved closer to him. "I feel you, Rowan and Aelin, his girlfriend, are the loudest couple I know and it's so agonizing sometimes that I have to go to sleep at our neighbors' house. And even there I can still hear them, but at least I can fall asleep." she looked at him amused and shocked at the same time, "They have been our friends for years too," he explained quickly.
Elide nodded, "I have no neighbor to seek shelter from."
He caressed her shoulder lightly, "You can always camp in my living room, they tell me that the sofa is very comfortable."
She laughed, "Thank you," then looked at him, licking her lower lip, "I will consider your offer the next time Dorian or the stranger number two thousand will be our guest."
They didn't notice Maya running towards them until a big heavy black hairy ball threw itself between the two of them and Elide let go a noisy breath, laughing, when the dog gave her a muzzle against her chest with all her strength.
"Maya!" Lorcan scolded her, gasping. The dog wagged his tail on their legs, hitting them both in the face as she turned to lick his face first and then hers. Lorcan tried several times to push her away to prevent her from ruining Elide's light makeup, but the girl didn't seem to care at all and when Opal got on the bench, laying her snout on her leg, Lorcan gave up completely.
They played for more than half an hour with the dogs, even getting up at a certain point to throw sticks and balls and when the sun began to set, Elide turned towards him, short of breath for the various races made to chase the dogs, "What do you say if we head towards the restaurant?"
Lorcan sniffed, trying to catch his breath, "I'd love to."
Putting the leashes back on Maya and Opal, Elide asked him if she could carry one. He didn't even think as he passed her Opal's. Surely if he had let her carry Maya, it would have ended badly and she would have fallen over and he didn't feel like finishing the night in the emergency room at all.
They were walking along the perimeter of the park and Maya was pulling as usual, dictating the pace and Lorcan tried as much as possible to pull her back so they wouldn't have to run, but it seemed impossible. Â He tried to slow down every time Elide started talking and by the sixth time she had to stop mid-sentence to catch her breath, Lorcan wondered if everything was alright.
At one point, she had taken his hand and now, while they were talking about this and that, he was trying not to squeeze her fingers too hard every time he had to squeeze the leash. The gesture was a spontaneous reaction of his body.
When Maya made them speed up one more time, Elide whimpered and stopped talking, stumbling slightly in her footsteps. Opal turned around in a flash towards her, stopping a few steps in front of them.
Lorcan halted, taking his hand away from Elide's and turning completely towards her. Her breath was wheezing and her forehead was sweating and he could see she was suffering. Panic poured into his stomach.
"El," he murmured that nickname silently, opening his eyes wide in front of her pained expression, "what is it?"
He, too, had been out of breath, but it was already twenty minutes they were walking along quietly, and even though Maya seemed to want to give them a slimming workout, she shouldn't have been so tired.
She closed her eyes, shifting her weight to her left leg and jerked, grunting, "It's nothing." she breathed, looking at him with blurred eyes, "Don't worry," she smiled slightly.
Nothing-
"I shouldn't worry?" he put his hand on her arm, pushing her gently toward a bench nearby, "It looks like you're about to die." the fear was clear in his voice. Elide held back another groan, but Lorcan heard her gasp under his grasp. "Are you having an asthma attack?"
He said the first thing that came to his mind and was surprised to hear Elide giggling beside him.
The second she sat down, her expression changed completely and she seemed to relax. She stretched her right leg forward and his eyes fell on her ankle. Only then, with her pants pulled up slightly and her shoe shifted, did he see the scars that marked her skin. He held his breath.
When he met Elide's gaze again, she had a guilty grimace on her face.
"I'm sorry," she murmured to him.
Lorcan shook his head, closing his eyes, "Sorry, mh, why are you apologizing?"
Elide sighed, passing her hand over her face, "Normally I can walk on it for more than an hour without any problem, but with running before and Maya pulling now, I think I strained it too much and it's really hurting me." In the meantime she had leaned forward, her hands stretched out on her leg while she was massaging her calf going further and further down towards her ankle.
He sat down next to her, making sure that both dogs were sitting on the opposite side of her, so as not to risk worsening her already difficult situation.
He didn't know what to say, too many questions were going through his head.
"Why didn't you tell me? We could have taken a cab or we could have met directly at the restaurant," he told her, putting his hand on her back when, touching the swollen part of her ankle, she whined.
Elide looked at him from under her eyelashes, "Because guys normally don't want to go out with cripples. Or a girl with a cane." Then she turned down again, "And I really wanted to go out with you tonight."
It warmed Lorcan's heart, but he was still annoyed that he made her think he was that kind of person and that she didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth - or hide it from him. Then he felt sick at the thought of how many more times Elide had had to face that conversation and who knows how many more times someone had told her that they were no longer interested after finding out the truth.
He swallowed, choosing his next words wisely, "I don't care if you have scars or if you have difficulty walking without support, Elide." He told her sincerely, "I understand why you didn't tell me, but I'd rather you didn't hide these things from me from now on."
He would not ask her questions about how or why her leg was damaged in such a way.
Elide sat up, covering her face with her hands, "Do you think you could slow Maya down a little bit?" the sound muffled by her fingers, "The restaurant is right on that street." she pointed out a road only a hundred meters ahead. Then she looked at him and her eyes were shiny and Lorcan's throat tightened.
"Are you alright?"
He immediately regretted the question. It was obvious she wasn't.
It didn't seem to bother Elide in the slightest. She nodded, then moved her foot in a circular pattern, biting her lower lip so hard that Lorcan thought she was going to tear it off. "Yes, I'm fine," she said with wheezing breath.
Lorcan looked at her with worried eyes, "You don't look well though."
Elide stared at him taking deep breaths, "Because the bones in my ankle are rubbing against each other and I have no water behind me to take painkillers," she said honestly, "But I can make it to the restaurant and on the way back I'll take a cab or call Manon or Asterin to pick me up."
Lorcan looked at her and then the restaurant, then her again, "Are you sure you can make it?"
"What other options do I have?" she smiled at him.
He nodded, "You're right."
She sighed and put her forehead over his shoulder. It seemed so familiar to Lorcan that he risked tearing the skin off his face so quickly he smiled.
"Can we rest for five minutes?" she asked him in a tired voice.
Lorcan put his arm around her shoulders and held her closer, feeling brave and kissing her temple, "We can rest all night as far as I am concerned."
Elide made a verse of approval and when Lorcan looked at her, he noticed that her eyes were closed and although she still had a sweaty forehead and a grieving expression, she was smiling.
They sat down for more than five minutes and only when Elide was able to take more than five steps without flinching, Lorcan decided that they could go to the restaurant. An arm tied around her hips to support her and the two leashes tightened in his free hand.
He did not know for what grace of God, but even Maya seemed to have realized the situation, and had slowed down her pace drastically, trotting alongside Opal undisturbed.
Inay, the owner of the place, had made them sit inside, near the large window overlooking the river, and there, Elide and Lorcan enjoyed the first of a thousand other dinners they would share.
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Hi Jessie, this is from your secret snowflake. Thanks for the response. Just want to ask who do you ship in ATLA?
Hi secret snowflake! Howâs it going? My favorite ships in AtLa are Sokka/Suki (Sokka/Toph if I canât have that) and of course Aang and Katara. Thanks for asking!
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