Color coding: Angst & Hurt/Comfort, Smut/Romance, Fluff, Dark
***specific warnings and ratings will be at the front of each part — but fair to assume most will be intended for mature audiences***
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ACOTAR 🩶🏔️
Multi-part
Ilithyia’s Blessings [Feysand Pregnancy Rewrite] - Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4
Give and Take [Cass x Reader] - Part 1
One-shot
The Star Who Listened [Azriel x Reader] Starfall Week 2024
If I am a branch on a tree, will I snap or will I burn? [Azriel/Nesta friendship]
Patience is a Virtue [Azriel x Reader]
Beautiful Agony [Azriel x Reader blurb]
Crescent City ❤️🌙
One-shot
Alma Mater [Bryce/Danika friendship]
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Have I talked before about how I think Illyrians are products of the forced breeding experiments in Morath between witches & wyvern? Is that too fucked up to talk about on a Thursday?
‘Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.’
“Eulogy from a Physicist” by Aaron Freeman, with quotes from Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, and images from NASA, Interstellar, Getty, Petrichara, and Reuters.
1- NASA: GOODS-South.
2- NASA: NGC 1850.
3- NASA: Iberian Peninsula.
4- Christopher Nolan: Interstellar.
5- NASA: From the Earth to the Moon.
6- Hannah La Folette Ryan: Subway Hands.
7- Adams Evans: Heart Nebula.
8- NASA: Exploring the Antennae.
9- NASA: Crescent Moon from the International Space Station.
I quit my horrible office job & today is my last day!!! Moving to the beach town where my dad grew up to do seasonal work for the summer & focus on writing and grad school applications!!!
I am so scared but so happy. This job sucked the life out of me & I can’t wait to be in a place that makes me so happy, with the space to figure out my next steps.
Anyways if you’re looking for one, let this be your reason to take a risk and move away from what makes you unhappy. I know as nervous as I am right now about paying bills, the gap in my resume, moving out of the town I’ve been in for 5 years, I’ll look back on this moment with pride and gratitude for this decision.
Expect many small town AU’s, country boy meets city girl pairings, and a whole fuck ton of smut! Mwah 💋
I feel so sad that I haven’t been writing on this blog as much (basically at all) for the past couple of months. Between work, travel & a weekly cycle of new family emergencies and celebrations, it’s been put to the side.
I am SO happy to say that at the beginning of April an idea blossomed for a fanfiction I’m so excited about. It’ll be ~20 chapters & I already have 80% outlined! I really love this concept & I’m so excited to reveal it in due time, there’s definitely a post about the inkling of the idea back in March or April.
I’m also working on Ilithyia’s Blessings, that fic is not abandoned just under construction! It feels wildly irresponsible (to me personally, no criticism to others) to have such a damaging storyline without properly mapping out a conclusion that affords each character the attention and respect they deserve.
Luckily, I’m getting a 12 day break in the one, the only Costa Rica with my best friends!!! Flying out Wednesday and I couldn’t be more excited :) hoping to have plenty of time and inspiration to write.
Addressing Overbearing Behavior in Fandom Communities : A Call for Respect and Boundaries .
( please stop acting like everyone's parents go adopt a rock or something )
1. Polarization : The ACOTAR fandom is deeply polarized, with distinct pro and anti sides that often clash in heated debates. This polarization creates an "us vs. them" mentality, leading to animosity and hostility between fans.
2. Harassment and Defamation : Both pro and anti factions engage in harassment and defamation tactics against those with opposing views. This includes personal attacks, spreading rumors, and even cyberbullying. Such behavior creates a toxic environment where fans feel unsafe expressing their opinions.
3. Plagiarism and Unauthorized Sharing : Some fans take it upon themselves to share others' writing without permission or proper credit, leading to instances of plagiarism and copyright infringement. This not only violates the rights of the original creators but also fosters an atmosphere of mistrust and disrespect within the fandom.
4. Overzealous Policing : Certain members of the fandom appoint themselves as "fandom police," aggressively enforcing their own interpretations of canon and attacking anyone who deviates from their standards. This behavior stifles creativity and discourages diverse perspectives within the community.
5. Gatekeeping and Elitism : A sense of gatekeeping and elitism pervades the ACOTAR fandom, with some fans asserting their superiority based on arbitrary criteria such as length of time in the fandom or level of devotion to the series. This exclusivity alienates newer or casual fans and fosters a toxic hierarchy within the community.
6. Cancel Culture : The ACOTAR fandom is not immune to cancel culture, where fans attempt to "cancel" creators or fellow fans for perceived transgressions. This can lead to witch hunts and mob mentality, where individuals are ostracized and vilified without due process.
7. Lack of Constructive Dialogue : Meaningful discussion and debate are often overshadowed by vitriol and aggression within the fandom. Instead of engaging in respectful discourse, fans resort to personal attacks and insults, hindering the potential for constructive dialogue and growth.
8. Impact on Mental Health : The toxicity within the ACOTAR fandom takes a toll on the mental health of fans, leading to stress, anxiety, and even depression. Constant exposure to negativity and conflict can be emotionally draining and detrimental to overall well-being.
Overall, the ACOTAR fandom's toxic dynamics stem from a combination of polarization, harassment, gatekeeping, and cancel culture. Addressing these issues requires a collective effort to promote empathy, respect, and inclusivity within the community.
ACOTAR theory with TOG Spoiler ahead… don’t read if you haven’t gotten through Queen of Shadows 💚
My crack theory is that Illyrians are byproducts of forced mating between wyverns and the yellowleg witches from Erewan’s experimentation at Morath. Just saying! Their wings, while bat like, are also wyvern like, Rhys got the powers derived from/related to the mountains with a nefarious underground court. I’m just saaaayyinnngg!
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AHHHHH thank you so much! this is such a nice compliment and actually gives me an opportunity to drop some unsolicited lore about myself/my username.
I’m deeply inspired by words (obviously) & monologues, especially in other languages. I watch a lot of TV in different languages and of my favorite things to do is hyperfixate on learning these absolutely gorgeous monologues that deeply touch me — plenty in English too.
My username comes from a monologue by French writer Alfred De Musset & goes:
On est souvent trompé en amour, souvent blessé et souvent malheureux ; mais on aime, et quand on est sur le bord de sa tombe, on se retourne pour regarder en arrière ; et on se dit : "J'ai souffert souvent, je me suis trompé quelquefois, mais j'ai aimé.
Which translates to:
We are often deceived in love, often hurt and often unhappy; but we love, and when we are on the edge of our grave, we turn around to look back; and we say to ourselves: “I have often suffered, I have made mistakes sometimes, but I have loved.
“mais on aime” translates to “but we love” and I like it and it was honestly just the first thing that came to mind when I was creating this blog!
And I would love to say that I’m just that good that I came across this lovely slice of language somewhere profound but no. It was just being referenced in a context I don’t even remember in a brainrot Netflix original 😵💫
But I have it memorized to this day! Despite not speaking a word of French!
Ohhhhhh I finally got a solid idea for an adaptation of Hozier’s Unreal, Unearth album as ACOTAR fanfiction and it’s feeling very 🫦 at the moment. Exploring the generational trauma of the men of each Court and how it informs the violence they’ve grown up with and the way they operate in the world? And then flipping it to show how they allow submit to the transformation of love and the death and rebirth of their souls? Through the lense of Dante’s 9 circles and the parallels and circuital relationships between descent and ascent, life and death, dark and light, birth and rebirth, souls and hearts?
Yeah color me fucking excited.
It helps that ‘Eat Your Young’ fits perfectly as Eris’ chapter and it specifically references seven sons 🤫 oh we’re cooking with gas baby
Summary: Anon Req: Literally in love with every fic you write. I know your requests are closed but in the future, could you write something where Eris and the reader see each other and there’s a lot of tension and they’re secretly mates but no one knows? I’m curious to see how you’d end it!
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 1,428
[Part One]
Notes: Obsessing over this one.
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You swallow harshly at your brother’s question, eyes darting over to catalogue your mate. You try not to startle in your seat when a wall of harsh autumn winds slams between your bond. He’s only protecting you; you must remind yourself. There’s a fine tremble to your hands, so you clench them together in your lap.
Azriel notes the move, your restlessness as Rhysand stares down your mate like these are his last moments on this plane of existence. You have no idea what Rhysand’s going to do to Eris, but with the thick darkness rolling from his shoulders and slowly filling the room, whatever it might be will not be good.
You cannot let that happen.
“Rhysand—"
Your brother holds up a hand, his glare swinging towards you. The thin line of betrayal ringing his eyes makes your stomach roil. You hadn’t meant to break his trust and you never intended on keeping secrets from him, but with the courts on the edge of war…
“Do. Not. Speak.” Rhysand’s demand is a death knell of its own. When you were young, you remember how he’d always been the one to listen to any of your problems, even when they felt silly. He would always offer you a solution if you were looking for one, or a piece of cake if you only wanted to wallow in your feelings.
The smell of burning wood answers his harsh words.
Cassian shifts in his seat, eyeing Eris. He leans further back in his chair and places his hand on the table, the wicked curve of the short blade clutched firmly in his hand pointing directly at your mate.
Your bond flares, eyes going hard at the sight of the threat to your mate. You’re ready to jump out of your seat, scramble across the table to tackle the male, no matter how much you consider him family. You know all of Cassian’s weak spots, and your gaze is calculating as you decide which maneuver will draw him away from your mate.
The single look Eris sends you keeps you from reacting.
Instead, you settle back in your seat, showing Eris your unfaltering trust for him. You will allow your mate to say his piece to your brother. You might be crossing your arms over your chest with a hard look all your own, but you will heed Eris’ silent ask of you.
Eris is a mask of nonchalance, and you wish he hadn’t blocked you from his feelings, but it’s better this way. He cannot have your reactions to your brother muddling his own feelings. It’s safer for the both of you to keep to yourself right now, no matter how much you hate the idea of being apart from him like this.
“I will ask you once more,” Rhysand’s voice is filled with smoke. “How long have you been putting your filthy fucking hands on my sister.”
Something flares in Eris’ russet eyes that makes you want to bite, to snarl at your brother for his cruelness. You gnaw the insides of your cheeks to keep from snapping.
“Would hearing that answer please you, High Lord?” Eris snarks back. He sits easily in his seat as if this isn’t an interrogation at all, as if they’re all bantering over the weather and Rhysand isn’t looking at him like he’s about to unleash the beast within him that he keeps on a short chain. The only give to Eris’ temper are the burnt handprints on the armrests of the chair he’s lounging in. “To know that the fires of autumn light the stars of night?”
You want to hiss at him for his words. You should’ve known better that Eris would do nothing but taunt your brother. He is nowhere near as powerful as Rhys, especially since he is still under the rule of his father, but his specialty is that mouth of his.
You try not to think about how he uses that mouth when he’s with you, the yearning for him flooding your body so deeply you clench your thighs together. Another motion that Azriel tracks, cocking his head a little as he watches you with that unnervingly stoic face of his. You shoot him a pleading look but are unable to make out how he reads into your pleas not to hurt your mate.
Rhysand bares his teeth in warning. The flare of his nostrils and the stars winking out of his eyes tells you that he’s moments away from unleashing his wrath upon Eris.
“Two years,” you blurt and all gazes swing your way. You don’t look at anyone else except for Eris, your eyes soft and pleading. His eyes flicker back and forth between yours and his shoulders slump a little, cracking the steel trap blocking your bond to send down a cool rush of apology that you accept with a soft nod. “We’ve been mated for two years.”
There’s a sharp exhale coming from your brother but you can’t look away from your mate. Two years since you offered him that dessert from your favorite bakery the one time you’d been able to sneak away from your brother and his friends to meet Eris at the portal where Night crossed into Autumn.
Two years of fiery, passionate nights, hidden away in your own solace. Two years of a fresh breath of autumn, of copper hair and russet eyes and the warmest hands you’ve ever had the pleasure of touching. Two years of unyielding loyalty. Two years of too much time spent apart—
No more. You won’t have it. Rhysand can act as protective older brother as much as he wants but it isn’t going to stop you from being with Eris any longer.
Darkness of your own ekes out of you as you plant your hands on the smooth surface of the table and rise. You stare Rhysand down as the tendrils of black wind around his, Azriel, and Cassian’s wrists, pinning them to their spots. You are in no way matching Rhysand’s power, but he seems at a loss for words as you stand up for yourself, watching with those all too calculating feline eyes of his, allowing you your time.
Stalking around the table, you don’t break the High Lord’s gaze. You hold your chin high even if there’s a pinch of terror in your gut for this continued betrayal to your brother, to your court. But he has no idea what you’ve given up for this bond, how you’ve suffered being kept from your mate.
One day, you hope Rhysand will understand. Will understand why you halt a step behind where your mate is still trapped to his chair. Why you place a hand on his shoulder, the feeling of him after so long filling your lungs to maximum capacity. You haven’t ben able to breathe fully since you’ve been away from each other.
He’ll understand why it is that your actions look like you’re swearing fealty to another court, when you’ve already been a patron of autumn ever since you and Eris completed your mating bond.
“What are you—“ Your brother breathes when he realizes the severity of what you’re doing.
“I will not be kept from my mate any longer.” Your words are loud and sure. You think you’ve done a good job at standing up to Rhysand, until his eyes flicker and the house shakes on its studs.
All of the air is sucked from the room at your words. The strip of skin you’re touching on Eris’ neck warms, but it does little to settle you. You’re not out of the clear yet.
Slowly, all too slowly, Rhysand leans back in his seat. The way he’s looking at you makes you shift in your spot, the disbelief and in his eyes a bright streak before he snuffs it out, returning to the easy role of High Lord he’s practices meticulously for centuries.
It hurts to see.
With a careless flick of his hand he breaks through your shadows with ease. All of the darkness in the room dissipates, ever faithful to their master. You only hold an ounce of power compared to him.
The corner of his mouth curves, and if it’s a smirk or a snarl you don’t know, but neither is as harrowing as the words that slip past his lips. “I wonder which will get you killed faster—your loyalty or your love.” Rhysand stands, turning his back on you as he stalks towards the door. “Get out of my court.”
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