Iām not technically new to tumblr but I havenāt used it in about a decade. I primarily draw ACOTAR, Crescent City, and Harry Potter fanfic characters (Dramione, Sirmione, Jegulus, etc.), but also dabble in a few other fandoms.
I'm excited to announce that I have signed a book deal with Del Rey at Penguin Random House in the US and Michael Joseph in the UK for my debut novel, Alchemised, a standalone dark fantasy set in a war-torn world of necromancy and alchemy, in which a healer with amnesia is taken as a prisoner of war and must fight to protect her lost memories and the secrets hidden among them.Ā It will grapple with themes of trauma and survival, legacy, and the way that love can drive one to extreme darkness,Ā and it is, as you may be able to tell, a reimagined version of Manacled.
I know Iāve been rather quiet about my publishing journey, and a lot of that has been because I didnāt want to spark any concerns or worry that I might be abruptly taking away a story that is such a deep part of myself and that I know has meant so much to so many people. This process has unfolded very slowly and quietly because I have tried to be mindful as I could be in every step of the way.Ā
As most of you know, I have been a reader in fandom long before I ever began to write. Fanfiction is incredibly special to me, and I have tried to do my best not to undermine its legal protection or allow my works to do so either. During the last several years, there has been a growing issue with illegal sales of Manacled, putting both me and the incredible community that shares fanfiction freely in legal jeopardy.Ā
After consulting with the OTW as well as other lawyers, it has grown clear that as a transformative writer I have limited options in protecting my stories from this kind of exploitation, but I wasnāt sure what to do; I didnāt want to just take the story down, in part because I worried that might only exacerbate the issue, but I didnāt know what other options I had. Then I suddenly had this idea of alchemy, which was peculiarly appropriate; an academic world filled with unique transmutational abilities, and a necromantic war against people who had discovered the secrets of immortality, and I could see a path to reimagining the story while still holding on to as much of the original spirit of Manacled as possible.Ā
I began redrafting the concept privately around Christmas 2022, and then as if the universe had aligned, just as I was finishing, Caitlin Mahony and Rivka Bergman of WME reached out to me and were delightfully enthusiastic about concepts and ideas for my new alchemical world and the ways I had reimagined the story.Ā
I'm thrilled to be working with Emily Archbold, my visionary editor at Del Rey, along with Rebecca Hilsdon at Michael Joseph in the UK, to polish this novel for publication in Fall 2025. I feel uniquely privileged that both my publishing teams are familiar with Manacled and understand how special it is to so many people, and how important it is that this reimagining captures the same spirit while also having its own wings.Ā
Manacled is not going anywhere at present. It will remain online throughout 2024,Ā at which point it will, if youāll pardon the pun, alchemise for 2025 and be removed from AO3.Ā
I'm so thankful to all of you who've enjoyed my works, and I hope that I can continue to rely on your support as I take my next steps as an author.
The first thought he has when Regulus pushes forward, pressing their mouthes together, half crawling into Jamesās lap, is that heās so warm. His mouth. His hands. For a boy who walks around like heās made of stone Regulus touches like the sun.
After that his brain sort ofāshort circuits.
He canāt think.
He canāt move.
He knows he should have seen this coming. But he didnāt. He didnāt. And for some reason that keeps him frozen. Everything overpowered by it.
I didnāt know.
I didnāt know this was what we were doing.
I didnāt know this was who I was.
Anyone who knows me also knows by now that Choices by @little-shit-soph is one of my most favorite stories ever. Iām never not thinking about it. Iām never not carrying parts of it tucked somewhere safe. Iām positive that Iāll read many things that will impress me over the course of my life, but that very few will make me feel the way I feel about this. Sometimes, if youāre lucky, you find something that reaches inside your chest and touches you in ways you havenāt really felt before. Choices was it for me.
So, imagine my excitement, my pure delight (my tears, lol), when the lovely @chaoswalkingsblogā commissioned @moonyandtoastsā to create this based on Chapter 4. Beck and I have talked endlessly about this scene, and still, we find more to love. I wanna like, say words that do it justice, and I canāt. Chapter 4 and everything about James and Regulusās first kiss means so much to me - the joy, the beauty, the realisation. EVERYTHING.Ā
Thank you so much to both of you, and thank you to Soph for putting this out into the world. Iām just filled to the brim with gratefulness.
In honor of the completion of our bodies, possessed by light by @iftheshoef1tz, here is a slightly updated version of my original cover art!
ETA: if you'd like to use this for non-profit, personal use bookbinding (ie no commissions), go ahead! Please do not alter or edit the art in any way. If you aren't sure what is and isn't okay, feel free to shoot me a DM!
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It pisses me off that miss rokii has like thousands of likes and followers but real artist get like only 100 likes. Imagine studying art for so long, excited for everyone to see your final products but Instagram won't even let your artworks come up in the tags (because Instagram just doesn't care about artists) and then you see stupid worms showing off stolen artworks and everyone loves their robot made art.
Do you perhaps know some more artists that I can give my support to? Because they deserve the world.
Artbyjuliajm was popular on this blog two days ago when LB shared our origin story
@laxibbeb who drew Arina (my pfp) (and she draws other things!!)
Dawningdaylight, who is also just SUCH a wonderful person
Fissart, who has a style I personally love
Jrtart_ has a really lovely style too and this Lucien is one of my absolute favorites
Vmiae who has given us so much quality content (especially of LOA and Helion!)
Colouranomaly has a really beautiful Elain imo
Kolumnist_ who did my hands down favorite Elucienweek piece
Kanescribbles is on Twitter and has the hottest Azriel in the fandom according to my discord. She made elriel simps of us all
@dimalry is wonderfully talented- her curly haired Elain is my fave + baby ivy š
Phantomrin is another with SUCH a good style
I know there are so many more. I tried to leave out all the truly big people- though I love @naariel and if you have $5 to throw around, her Patreon is SO worth it (Lucien removes the leaf) (Cassian is THE big boy if ya feel me). I hope people add to this list- there is no shortage of talent, we are not deprived of content. There is no need to rely on AI when actual artists draw the characters we love with so much care and thought and passion.
OHHH acotar artist shoutout!!! Absolutely love the chance to hype up some of the amazing talent in this fandom!
@jmoonjones did some AMAZING pieces for Feysand month and has continued to share really sweet works with us!
@rosebudsarts has one of my favorite feysand comics of Rhys finding out Feyre is pregnant š„ŗ
@vmiae has genuinely my favorite Elucien pieces EVER. I know MB already included them, but thought I'd add their tumblr account for anyone wanting to give them a follow here!
@dawning-daylight also has a tumblr!
@siyana95 has made some really lovely pieces
@austenmarie has my favorite Rhys doodle EVER (the one his his big "I <3 my wife" sweater) and following them on tiktok is a TREAT
@demadraws is another amazing fandom artists (and just the sweetest person you'll ever meet)
@rutbisbe created that tooth-rottingly sweet Feysand + Nyx halloween art that melts my heart every time I look at it
@emiliamildner and @emsdrawsthings are both fairly well known I think but if you haven't seen some of their art I definitely recommend giving them a follow too!
My friends @diamonata and @korrinamoe are both artists too! Theyāve both drawn amazing things for me including Hawthlain, Redheads Lunch, Flanny, and Cowboy Flynn!
Trust In My Hate: an Azris Captive Prince Retelling
I likely won't start truly writing this fic until after What Lies Inside is completed, but I've been having a lot of fun planning, worldbuilding and outlining so I thought I would share some of it.
If you aren't familiar with the series, it's the Captive Prince Trilogy by C.S Pacat. [link to Penguin's page for the series here.]
I'm calling this a "retelling" instead of an AU because I'm not transplanting Azris to the Captive Prince (CaPri) world, nor am I transplanting the CaPri plot into ACOTAR. The world where the fic is set is inspired by both the CaPri and ACOTAR, as you can clearly see in the map below. The characters are maybe 60% ACOTAR, 25% OC, 15% CaPri. The plot is like 60% CaPri, 20% post-canon ACOTAR, 20% original. I essentially threw everything I liked into a blender and made something new.
Find the map and the fic's prologue below the cut :)
Map:
I recommend clicking on the map to view it at a higher resolution.
Prologue:
This will explain the map, I promise.
Long ago, the great Island of Prythian was divided into eight kingdoms. The Kingdom of Andr in the far north, and a coalition of seven kingdoms known collectively as the Courts. There were four seasonal Courts: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter; and three solar Courts known as Dawn, Day, and Night. Five centuries ago, Cornelius II, then the ruler of the Autumn Court, began a campaign of expansion. By the time his great-great-grandson Timothy IV took the throne, the Autumn Courtās power had consumed the other three seasonal Courts. Timothy IV did not think Andr, that rocky formidable land, worth the resources necessary to claim it and thus turned his gaze to the south.
In response to the threat from the north, as an act of peaceful unity, the rulers of Dawn and Day joined their territories to form the Sun Court which would remain neutral in the initial conflicts to come. This neutrality also distanced them from the great Night Court which stood fixedly against Autumnās actions.Ā
Not long after the Sun Court was formed, a rebellion broke out in Night. For centuries the Night Courtās rulers had oppressed the Illyrian people within their borders, forcing them to live in desolate camps and serve in their armies. Under the leadership of the warrior Enalius, the Illyrians were able to break away from the Night Courtās oppression, conquering the western half of Night and establishing the Kingdom of Illyria as it stands today.Ā
Though Sunās neutrality remained intact for decades, Autumnās continued refusal to respect their borders eventually led the Sun Court to ally with the Night Court against them.*Ā
Thirty-seven years ago the newly crowned High Lord Rholand of Night and King Gabriel of Illyria met on the border at Mount Ramiel to discuss a tentative peace, marking the end of over a century and a half of strife between their lands. Rholand offered Illyria a public apology for Nightās persecution of their people, as well as a generous peace treaty and trade agreement that leaned heavily in Illyriaās favor. The final gift on that celebrated day however, was not Rholandās but his younger sisterās.
The Lady Elyssa of Night surprised all of those gathered by offering King Gabriel her hand in marriage, arguing that there would be no better demonstration of this new, peaceful relationship between their kingdoms than to join their houses in blood. Impressed by her eloquence and resolve, and after discussing the terms with Rholand, Gabriel accepted the proposal and the two were wed the following sunset at the grand temple in Illyriaās capital, Ios.Ā
The three southern rulers of Prythian ensured that their sons and current heirs, the Crown Prince Azriel of Illyria, Rhysand the Heir to Night, and Lucien the Heir to Sun grew up together with frequent visits between their lands to bolster the trioās camaraderie. The rulersā forethought was well rewarded when a brutal battle broke out at Marl Pass on the Sun-Autumn border at the eve of this current decade.Ā
The three young, then untested heirs valiantly led their forces against Autumnās armies, but the battle only ceased when Azriel of Illyria met Eren Vanserra, the Heir to Autumn, in single combat and slew him on the battlefield. Erenās death placed the young prince Eris next in line for his fatherās throne.Ā
The battle of Marl Pass shattered over two centuries of relative peace. Nine years later, skirmishes are still frequent in the borderlands and tensions between Autumn and the Southern Kingdoms are at an all time high.
*Thirty five years ago, during a summit held at the ancient Dawn Palace, Illyria joined Night and Sunās alliance against Autumn in an agreement commonly known as the Treaty of Southern Kingdoms.
I can also tell you that this fic will be structured in three parts to mirror the CaPri Trilogy and I'm titling them:
š¤ Shackle the Prince of Shadows š¤
š„ Free the Prince of Flames š„
š Take the Warring Thrones š
If you made it this far, thank you <3 I know I'm a nerd. Yes, I made the map myself and likely spent waaayyyy too much time on it but I think it's pretty cool and I hope it stoked some excitement!
These tags are kind of a shot in the dark based on reblogs from an old post so just bear with me:
Summary: How will Lord Hawthorne react to the revelation that Elain, the female he left his wife, children, and homeland for, had a mate? Elain and Isaac have a lot to discuss. Each will have to accept some difficult truths.
Meanwhile, in the heart of Velaris, Tristan tries to outrun his problems, but unfortunately for him, our problems have a tendency to catch up to us.
Read A Tragedy of Fawns & Fate on AO3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 15Ā Ā
Excerpt:
āYou arenāt the one who gets to ask the questions, Isaac,ā Elain replied sternly. She might be concerned about his apparent sudden exhaustion but not enough to let him off easy. This man - this male - that she barely knew had shown up at her home in Velaris and winnowed her away and she wanted to know why. āWhy are you here, Isaac?ā
Isaac leaned into her, eyes closed. āBecause I wanted to see you.ā
āWhy?ā This is what she couldnāt understand. Why was Isaac here for her when heād always preferred Feyre in the past?
āDo I need a reason to visit the most beautiful female in Velaris?ā
Elain blushed. She did love compliments, even if it was the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong man.
Thanks toĀ Crysania for copy edits this week.
Read now on AO3
Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the second war against Voldemort, Hermione Granger is invited to Hogwarts for a one-year appointment as the professor for History of Magic, forcing her to take a break from a successful career at the Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy, meanwhile, is Hogwartsā Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Heās a former Auror, despite the fact that he still bears the Dark Mark.
Though thereās mutual distrust between them, sparks quickly fly between Hermione and Dracoā¦sometimes literally. And although the war is long over, it doesnāt take an interest in History of Magic to see that history is intent on repeating.
Between them, Hermione and Draco have the power to shatter the world they know. Or, maybe, the could make it into something new. (Imagine if they fell in love at the same time.)
Pairing:Ā Dramione
Word Count:Ā 7,740
At the end of September, I woke up with COVID and wanting to write Dramione. This monster of a ficāI think it will end up being around 300k words in totalāis whatĀ happened next š§”
Thank you to @iftheshoef1tzā +Ā @poisonivy206ā + Carter + Farrah + Gillian, the dreamiest of dream teams, for beta reading this. You made this fic so much better and Iām grateful for all your insights and friendship. All mistakes, as always, are my own.
You can read this fic on Archive of Our Own.
The Forbidden Forest is so dark around him that Draco moves on instinct alone, his Auror training leading him towards the scent of Dark magic. He ignores the burn in his forearm, the Mark thatās hidden under his robes and the thick jumper beneath them.
Even in August, the land around Hogwarts is fucking freezing.
But then, Draco is used to the trees that blot out starlight and the pain that blurs the sharp edges of his thoughts. Heās made these little jaunts for three years now, in colder weather.
What concerns him now, more than cold or darkness or pain, is the threatening tone in the barely-ciphered note heād received in the early hours of the morning, Ulysses banging against the window in his haste to get inside, leaving gouges on the glass with his talons.
Youād better meet us in the usual spot, the letter had said, written in a jagged and vaguely familiar hand, the quill pressed deep enough to tear the parchment. Not exactly subtle, but the point was more than clear: he was in deep shit, and heād more than likely be walking blind into a trap.Ā
However stupid he might think the Faithful Hand are, theyāre the only group of Voldemort worshippers who have persisted longer than a year in the current peace.
Itās possible heās gotten complacent. Usually his pedigree and the Dark Mark have been enough to dazzle anyone with evil aspirations. For the past few years, Draco has passed along half-true tidbits of little importance to the handful of loyal members to the Highlands cell of the Faithful, plastering the old sneer on his face, impersonating his father as much as he can stomach, and those mangy pretenders have lapped up every word, have stared so intensely at the tattoo on his arm that he feels their adoring gazes like the touch of fire.Ā
The note tells him he might have to try harder from now on.
Finally, the trees around him thin, and as he approaches the clearing, Draco casts the subtlest detection spell in his arsenal, barely flicking his wand. There are the two wizards he expected, and a witch he hadnāt anticipated, young enough that he didnāt attend Hogwarts with her, old enough that he never had her in class.
But, as Draco allows his footsteps to crackle the fallen leaves on the forest floor, itās her voice that yells Expelliarmus!
There are counterspells, of course, which he mastered as an Auror in the field, but Draco simply lets his wand fall away, gauging its location from the sound it makes against the ground.
He fixes his eyes on the three people in front of him. He raises his hands, palms up. Surrender, or at least its postures, has become habit for him since Hogwarts. They still want to believe his cover, or he would, at minimum, be bound and biting back a scream.
āWe know you killed Agnew,ā Emerson Macnair says, approaching him with a wand in one hand and a knife in the other.
Iām not technically new to tumblr but I havenāt used it in about a decade. I primarily draw ACOTAR, Crescent City, and Harry Potter fanfic characters (Dramione, Sirmione, Jegulus, etc.), but also dabble in a few other fandoms.
It frightens her, how much she wants to stay there, on top of him. How much she wants more than this accidental contact, to discover whatās underneath his armor. How easily sheās willing to jeopardize everything sheās been working for, the lives of those women, over a crush. Sheās imagined this moment dozens of times in her room, in the dark, but the reality overwhelms her.
Iām going to start posting my next long fanfic next week, and, twist! Itās not ACOTAR.
Iām writing a Dramione fic called Against Nostalgia, and the first chapter drops on January 19. Iāll be updating with a new chapter every Thursday until itās done.
The vibe is: novel-length dark academia meets literary fiction meets early slow burn with eventual unhinged smut, smart people being smart and occasionally duelling, and me working through all the questions that came up for me when I read the Harry Potter series as an adult. Also did I mention that Hermione is a visiting History of Magic professor at Hogwarts, where Draco teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts after being injured in the field as an Auror?
I legitimately am having so much fun writing this, am working with beta readers for the first time (they are glorious and I owe them each a kidney), and this will very likely end up being the longest and maybe even best thing Iāve ever written.
So here comes the question: do you want to be on my taglist? All you need to do is like, comment, or reblog this post and youāll be added.
Want to know what my Dramione is like? Keep reading for a sneak peek of the first chapter.
The Forbidden Forest is so dark around him that Draco moves on instinct alone, his Auror training leading him towards the scent of Dark magic. He ignores the burn in his forearm, the Mark thatās hidden under his robes and the thick jumper beneath them.
Even in August, the land around Hogwarts is fucking freezing.
But then, Draco is used to the trees that blot out starlight and the pain that blurs the sharp edges of his thoughts. Heās made these little jaunts for three years now, in colder weather.
What concerns him now, more than cold or darkness or pain, is the threatening tone in the barely-ciphered note heād received in the early hours of the morning, Ulysses banging against the window in his haste to get inside, leaving gouges on the glass with his talons.
If you liked what you read and you want to know when new chapters are posted, let me know and Iāll add you to the taglist. See you on January 19 š§”