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writer that values a keyboard over civilization https://archiveofourown.org/users/cliffhangerqueen multifandom corner /// greek myth retellings, love and deepspace, ACOTAR

[cliffhangerqueen]

Will forever say that my go-to Ariadne and Dionysus fancast is Madelyn Cline and Rudy Pankow. As they did star with each other on Outer Banks, their chemistry really reveals how close they are to each other while still keeping their own secrets tucked into their eyes - which is purely translated in their acting. That, and they're beach baddies. Beach baddies together.

[cliffhangerqueen]

Remember.

Ladies.

If I ever catch you settling for less I am here to announce I have found a man that has never read an ACOTAR, TOG or CC book in his life but still texted me this morning from his workplace to ask me if WE COULD WATCH THE PODCAST TOGETHER AND THROW A DAMN PARTY FOR IT I HAVE STRUCK GOLD IN THIS MAN!!!!

I have truly found my Rhysand in a world of Tamlins.

[feelingsoftheday]

ⓘ This user is tired.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

AO3 appreciation post!! reblog if you love archive of our own

[cliffhangerqueen]

Type? I don't have a ty-

"LOOK OVER THERE! A TORTURED AND MISUNDERSTOOD WHITE-HAIRED MAN WITH A MORALLY GRAY COMPASS SERVING LOOKS STANDING OUT IN THE OPEN!!!!"

🫣🫣🫣🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️⚡️⚡️⚡️

[cliffhangerqueen]

There is something so organic about this phone call with Caleb

I wholly appreciate how the devs exemplified a healthy relationship through Caleb — because, in all honesty, this is everything that I needed to hear

It's the understanding of each other, the push and pull of irritation for MC because Caleb knows she's only acting out because of loss of motivation, and it's the patience he takes to make her feel comfortable in easing back to herself. It breaks my heart and pieces it all together again, it reminds me that though this game is sci-fi/fantasy, this bond in a relationship is entirely real, and so, so pure.

[aeyumicore]

this is the look of the purest love.

how much sylus has endured, all the hatred the world has shown him, both when he was a fiend but also as the leader of onychinus.

the profound impact sorceress mc had on him for his heart to remain so pure, not just for her but for others he cares about like luke and kieran.

she thawed his heart that had scabbed hundreds of times over, healed it, and helped transform it into the heart of gold he always had but that had been stripped away from him from the ruthless acts of humans and the sanctuary

sorceress mc seeing sylus as himself, not the demonic monster everyone else saw, and accepting him/loving him all the same? changed his life forever.

[cliffhangerqueen]

Would you ever consider doing dark romance (ie stalker, murderer, mafia au, all the dark, fucked up shit that needs to have us readers psychologically evaled stat) fics for the lnds boys?

What are some ideas that you have 👀

OHHHH SIT BACK FOLKS AND GET READY TO UNPACK MY TRAUMA ISSUES LMAOOO

I LOVE that shit. Taboo darker romances have been on my repeat on Audible (Haunting Adeline by HD Carlton, Priest by Sierra Simone, ALL OF THE EMILY MCINTIRE BOOKS) just hit such a spot for me. There's so much potential to use symbolism and message through writing thrillers.

I would fucking LOVEEEE to write a relationship between Raf and MC when he was still teaching in college, just as I think a priest fic of Sylus would be FABULOUS because of the already underlying details using the cathedral/religion in his route. Caleb, all on his already edging taboo, and he's practically already kidnapped her so I'd probably make something for that. Zayne remains to be my fantasy character for a potential doctor murderer fic, and Xavier could be a really, really good stalker fic. There is so much potential to explore the darker psychology behind their characters.

I am going to hell. Please DM me to inspire me to write these I would fucking LOVE it.

[cliffhangerqueen]

HAVING SYLUS AND RAFAYEL AS MY FAV LIs CONTINUES TO RUIN MY WALLET I HAVE NEVER SWEAT MY BALLS OFF IN AN EVENT LIKE BEFORE ARE YOU JOKING

[cliffhangerqueen]

1 of the rare readers of yours that engages in both your Greek mythology retellings and the Sylus fic. Speaksing for all of us when we say MOTHERRRR WE ARE STARVING WHEN ARE THESE UPDATES?

Sneak peeks? Possible dates? I am willing to do anything please please pleaseeee

(Also love you dearly, I know you're busy with uni and work and life, take your time, I would rather you make a fucking stellar chapter that takes a while then shitty ones that take days tbh)

So like I probably took this way too seriously because I am PMSing and my face is oily I just started going to the gym again I have worked 6 day-weeks for almost a month and SCHOOL IS KICKING MY ASS. You light up my day you lovely creature! Thank you for your patience pookie bear ugh MWAH.

Just to preface, I have also been working on a side project for Rafayel's birthday (whoopdedoo yes it passed I refuse to stop writing it), SOOOOO I am a failure and have been slow.

Any-tea-ways, Anteros' (the Sylus fic) newest update is closer to being done than Labyrinth's (the Ariadne x Dionysus retelling), with Sylus' fifth chapter being about 3K words thus far and Labyrinth's 4th chapter actually being a little over 3.5K. I want to say I'm shooting to get both these guys out in the next 2 weeks, but I am about to work on Anteros so it could be done as soon as Sunday morning. A lot of lore is incorporated into Anteros, while plot building in Labyrinth has been slowing me down. But because everyone has been so patient with me, let me give you a sneak peek ;) ENJOY HONEYBUNZZZ

ANTEROS: CHAPTER 5 SNEAK PEEK “Stop that.” I express peevishly, my cheeks no joke lighting up like fiery embers. I even try to scowl, but take to obnoxiously stuffing my face of the spicy broth and ultimately regret it. Sylus snickering and humming to himself the way he was was making the heat spread to my ears. “And what exactly am I doing, kitten?” He prompts, right when I am mid-swallow. The bastard leans closer to me in his seat, making my heart still. My eyes are the size of saucers, and all I can do to distract myself is count my many heartbeats. One after another. “I didn’t know a cat could catch it’s own tongue.” His attempt at ruffling me wakes up the fiery pieces of me. “I didn’t know crows could close in on innocent creatures like vultures.” I scowl, finally swallowing the astronomical amount of broth that should have killed me but unfortunately did not.

LABYRINTH: CHAPTER 4 SNEAK PEEK “You misdefine bravery, my dear princess. I must be the first to admit I did not expect you to come along, but I think the gods knew I needed a beacon of my own. So for all my wrongdoings, I must apologize.”  My expression is again replaced by subtle shock, at the flash of his whiplashed emotions. How the stranger could go from lighthearted to philosophical, and his body language betrayed that confident aura when his eyes search the expense of the grounds around us, like he is looking for something. I notice the regality of his clothes, the thick material of his pants fitted to his large thighs and even built with a sheath. My blood runs cold when I notice the elongated sword at his hip. “Whether I accept this apology is very dependent upon what you say next.” And what you don’t stab me with, I choose not to add it, though his pupils saucer at the quickness of my own monologue. We were running out of time, he must know such things, for he steps back, and my body is cold without his presence. I force down the perceptualized disappointment for what it is; perceptualized. An imaginary thing conjured from my dramatics because I hated the way just him looking toward me made my heart race along with my thoughts.

[cliffhangerqueen]

When Ariadne actually *tastes* wine after Theseus leaves her, it's from Dionysus

I can imagine that the world - including one of the most pivotal joys of any mortal's life, even food and wines - tasted like ash when Theseus broke Ariadne. She didn't enjoy anything anymore, she just simply ate. This has never gone unnoticed by Dionysus, I'd imagine.

I can imagine that nothing tasted the way it did before he walked out of her life.

But on Naxos, Dionysus spends months nurturing different types of wines, trying to concoct the PERFECT blend for Ariadne alone.

I can imagine how dorky he must be when researching various types of grapes, blooming them repeatedly, and getting infuriated because nothing is turning out the way his best friend (who he secretly loves) would love it. She can't just like it, she needs to LOVE it.

...I can imagine that when Dionysus serves her this wine, he gives her the glass with trembling hands, putting a laugh on her face with some stupid joke about how handsome he is, and how easy it was to make the wine (when in fact it took MONTHS)

And I most definitely imagine Ariadne's eyes watering when she tastes the wine, because it's an explosion of life and colors that Dionysus sees when he sees her. I see him smiling, and he feels love so harshly when seeing her languish it that it almost breaks his immortal heart.

[cliffhangerqueen]

emotional damage (defined);

"If you were also an art piece then whoever created you...must have loved you deeply."

(syntonym)...SYLUS says while thinking that she is the reason for his existence, he died for her and would do it all over again, and even fucking ART doesn't compare to how beautiful she is

[cliffhangerqueen]

MC: Don't be intimidated MC, try to imagine him in his underwear.

Rafayel *in sexy deep voice*: WHy ARe YoU BLushIng?

Meanwhile the Rafayel at hand:

MC:

[syluslnd]

Big fan here!! I'd love to read where MC is secretly writing a fic about Sylus. she accidentally left her screen open when she stepped out for a moment just to come back filled with horror seeing Sylus reading the screen. He proceeds to ask if the story was about him despite the male character being unnamed. He teases her about certain scenarios she was imagining.

Happy writing and cant wait ^^

ʚɞ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ʚɞ

You walked back into the room, carrying a cup of tea, only to freeze in the doorway.

Sylus was sitting at your desk, his intense crimson eyes scanning the screen of your laptop. His posture was relaxed but there was an undeniable air of authority and curiosity in the way he held himself.

Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze flickered to the open document on the screen.

Your fanfic.

The one you’d been writing about him.

You hadn’t saved it properly and now it was sitting there in all its unpolished glory, an embarrassing reminder of the fantasies and scenarios you’d been daydreaming about and now, sylus—was reading it.

Oh no.

You tried to compose yourself but the horror in your eyes was probably impossible to hide. Sylus smirked, sensing your presence before even hearing you approach. Without looking away from the screen, he teased “Interesting read, sweetie.”

Your heart raced as you quickly walked over, trying to act casual, though your cheeks were already burning. “w-what are you doing?”

Sylus finally looked up, his eyes gleaming with a teasing light and you saw that smirk spread across his lips, dangerously amused.

“I didn’t realize you had such… vivid imagination” he purred, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. “I would have never guessed you fantasized about me like this.”

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even respond. The words you’d written about him, for him were too intimate. Too personal.

You cursed yourself.

“Don’t look so embarrassed sweetheart “ Sylus continued, his voice smooth and taunting. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You didn’t even have to mention my name for me to know the story was about me. The details give it away, darling.”

Your gaze snapped up to meet his and he was still smirking, clearly enjoying the fact that he had caught you in this vulnerable moment.

You took a step toward him, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up your neck. “I didn’t—”

He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath catch in your throat. “You didn’t think I’d notice? No, darling” he said, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Its almost like you wanted me to read this and now, I think we need to have a little chat about the fantasies you’ve written about me.”

You took a small step back, your pulse pounding. “What—what do you mean?”

Sylus didn’t answer at first. He just closed the distance between you and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the control he exuded in every step. You were completely aware of how much power he had in that moment.

“Let me remind you what you’ve written” he started, his voice low and steady, dripping with dominance. “Pinned down. Helpless. Trapped by my Evol, unable to move. Teased, edged with until you can’t even speak… sounds pretty familiar, doesn’t it?”

Your stomach dropped as he came closer, each word from his lips like a sensation moving through you. The way he said it was mockingly soft, as though he was enjoying the power he had over you at this very moment.

You tried to hold your ground but you couldn’t help the way your heart raced. His presence was suffocating, and there was nowhere to run. You were entirely at his mercy.

“You know, darling” Sylus continued, stepping closer still until he was right in front of you, his voice low and silky, “It’s interesting to think that you’ve imagined me using my Evol to pin you down like that. To tease you. To make you beg for more.”

His hand reached up, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek. The light touch sent a shiver through your body, and you could feel the heat in your face intensifying.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked again, his voice an almost dangerous whisper now. “Did you think I wouldn’t realize just how much you enjoy the idea of being controlled by me?”

Your breath caught in your throat as Sylus stepped even closer, leaning down slightly, his lips brushing just above your ear. “You wrote about me using my Evol, darling. You wrote about how I’d fuck you until you couldn’t even think straight,until you were nothing but my human toilet,well I’m not just going to stand here and talk about it.”

Your body froze, realizing what was about to happen.

With a soft click of his tongue, Sylus snapped his fingers and just like that, his Evol was in control your body shifted to the bed all four of your limbs spread across the bed frames ,your body was locked in place unable to move as if his very presence had anchored you to the floor.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” His voice was playful, but there was something darker lurking beneath the surface. “You wrote all of this. Now, I think it’s time you experienced it for yourself.”

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak and every part of you screamed at the sheer dominance in the air. Sylus wasn’t just reading your fanfic anymore he was turning it into reality.

and you have no choice but to take it.

“You think you can just write about it and escape the consequences?” Sylus chuckled darkly, as his Evol continued to keep you in place. “I do enjoy a good story but now it’s my turn to write the next chapter.”

Your eyes widened but Sylus only smirked, knowing exactly how to push your limits. “Let’s see how well you handle it.”

and just like that, you realized you were now his story to control.

[uhhsnail]

I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.

Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.

Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.

[aeyumicore]

hewooo i received some asks asking what i meant when i said sylus CANONICALLY has a hard time recognizing patterns and melodies/cannot taste foods both in this post, as well as referencing it multiple times in this new fic)

*spoilers ahead to sylus lore and myths*

in sylus's past/original (?) life he was a dragon/fiend (demon in original cn content). dragons lack the ability to taste the flavors of foods, see the beauty in patterns, recognize melodies in music. this is canon from the 'beyond cloudfall' myths.

in part 5 of the myths, when mc offers to teach sylus a song, he refuses and mc realizes and confronts him that he "can’t understand a song’s melody, see beauty in patterns, taste the flavors in foods"

to which sylus awkwardly says—and confirms that "dragons don't need those things to survive"

but he's always asking mc to sing for him, whether that means he is picking up on the harmonies of music or he just likes to hear her sing...

in present/main story sylus—i see that as why sylus is such a bad singer and why we see he's so bad at dancing on key in the new LNY choreo. whether he has JUST begun to pick up on these things, or he still can't, or he can but struggles to do so.

i also see that as why in 'captivating flavor' he clearly has a hard time tasting the salad dressings, and in some 'moments' posts he's bad at cooking sksksk. he's only just begun being able to taste (?) things, or again, can but struggles to do so

but he always does it so enthusiastically <3 like look at him. always with his entire heart, whether its singing, dancing, or learning to cook. precious dragon baby.

[cliffhangerqueen]

It's as if I see this fine mf and suddenly I am colorblind

...I am only on 2x01 this is so sick I need to be evaluated in a lab...