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[rosanna-writer]

A long-overdue permission statement since it's time for a new pinned post:

Please check in with me before creating any transformative works (podfic, fanart, translations, recursive fanfic, etc) based on my work; additionally, I would appreciate being notified before any of my fics are archived or made publicly available anywhere outside of AO3.

[misscromwellsmonocle]

The Little Art Connoisseur (1863) August Friedrich Siegert

[darnitjack]

Last time this came around I showed my three year old and he said "He's little like me!" and stared for a whole minute (v. Long in toddler time).

[thesunlovesthestar]

Feyre Archeron by me!!! i love her so so much i miss her

[lefresne]

if she’s your girl why am I wearing her favour at the tournament

[ninathecowgirl]

Who the fuck am i?

For context... the last 8 chapter summaries of TBA (The people who read this fic must fucking hate me i swear. )

[wolfbxxch]

Low effort, barely rendered doodle of an inconvenienced High Lord.

[soliseas]

I bought an ipad and this is my FIRST drawing in procreate ✌️

[violetsyrenart]

Nesta Archeron sketch

[quantum77-writes]

WIP Wednesday

I swear I didn’t mean to start another WIP, but then I went on a historical romance reading binge, and out of my docs popped a Feysand regency-hewn-city mashup loosely based on Devil in Winter by my new queen Lisa Kleypas, and LOOK AT HOW EXCITING IT IS:

Rhys was right: the girl was a poor dancer. She didn’t stumble, but her first steps were uncertain, and they didn’t gain confidence even as the other dancers found a rhythm. There was a sweetness to her inexperience, and he found himself pulling her needlessly close.

Rather than avert her eyes in embarrassment, she assessed him with a cool, storm-grey gaze. “I have a proposition.”

“Propositions from beautiful females are my favorite kind.” If she proposed a liaison, he would have a hard time refusing her. She was slighter and younger than he usually preferred, but her fresh-faced innocence was at odds with the wariness in her eyes. He indulged himself for a moment by imagining her nestled in the white down of his duvet, naked and blushing, her eyes colored with lust rather than cleverness.

“You should marry me.”

Mother above. “Ah, that’s my least favorite proposition. I get so many marriage proposals that they’ve become tiresome.”

“Once you choose a wife, you’ll no longer receive them. You’ll be able to hold court unencumbered by dolled-up girls and fathers with ulterior motives.” The statement was punctuated by an unintentional stomp on his left toes.

He wondered if she’d bring her boldness to the bedroom. “Why should I choose you, Miss…?” Instinctively, he reached out to pluck her name for himself, but his power bounced off an impressive boundary of solid mental iron.

“Feyre Archeron.”

“Your father is the Prince of Merchants? Unless I’m mistaken, you have two older sisters.” If Archeron was throwing his youngest daughter at Rhys like this, he must be truly desperate. “If I wanted to connect myself with your family, why wouldn’t I have chosen one of them?”

“Just because they don’t interest you doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“And why should I be interested?” The music swelled, and Feyre tensed as he lifted her by the waist in a turn. “You have the rest of the waltz to make your case.”

The pale length of her throat bobbed as she swallowed, the only sign of faltering confidence. “I’m aware of your… proclivities, my Lord, and if you were to marry me, I would expect neither your attention nor your fidelity.”

He pulled her close enough that her breath brushed against his collar. “Go on.”

“I will come to your bed upon request until I bear you an heir, and in the meantime, you will be free to do what—and who—you please.”

“Just one son?”

“Two, then.” She didn’t miss a beat. “If that would reassure you.”

“Hmm.” He touched his nose to her temple and pretended to consider. She smelled incredible, like lilac and pear, her scent amplified by the exertion of dancing. Perhaps he could spin this in his favor yet. “I could negotiate a similar arrangement with any number of females, and the Archeron bloodline is not particularly powerful. I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that.”

“My family might not be powerful, but I am.”

It wouldn’t be the first time someone had lied about their power in an attempt to snare him. “Is that so?”

She gave a barely perceptible nod against his collar.

“You’ll have to be more specific. How far can you winnow?” Poor Feyre, sent here by her father to sell herself to him, and he was engaging with the offer in bad faith. The longer he had her pressed against him like this, though, the more he felt the deception would be worth it to get her in his bed. His body was already responding to the small hands clutching at his jacket in an attempt to follow the waltz, but sweet, determined Feyre didn’t appear to notice.

“I’ve yet to try a distance that proved challenging.” There was a touch of childish pride in her voice, and he resisted the urge to press his lips to her forehead.

“What’s the furthest distance you’ve done?”

“Cesere and back. My mother wanted to buy a carpet.”

He almost missed a step. Archeron’s wife had been dead nearly a decade, which meant Feyre was claiming to have winnowed halfway across the Night Court, presumably towing her adult mother, when she was just a child.

It was laughable, really. Rhys renewed his effort to slip through her mental shields, eager to catch her in the lie and see a little mortified color on her face. “Winnowing isn’t an unusual skill,” he said, buying time. “I’d expect the mother of my heir to have other talents.”

“I can do more than winnow,” she said with a hint of endearing defensiveness.

“The waltz is nearly over, darling, and I’m starting to consider better uses for your tight lips.”

It’s not a discussion for polite company. The soft whisper against his mental barriers made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, so intimate and sweet he could almost taste it.

He missed a step, then. Just a small one. You’re a daemati.

[unspokensuggestion]

you are allowed to be wrong you are allowed to mess up you are allowed to be embarrassing.

[unspokensuggestion]

you are also allowed to do this.

[ao3commentoftheday]

5+1

If you have several connected ideas that don't quite work as a regular multichap story but also don't quite feel like a series, a 5+1 style of fic might work for you.

In general, the fic is six chapters long (although you can format it however you'd like if that doesn't work for you). It chronicles 5 times that one thing happened and 1 time that something else happened instead.

For example: 5 times A and B didn't kiss... and one time they did.

It's an easily recognizable structure for many and it's a handy way for writers to get to "the good bits" without agonizing over transitions etc. in between. Each chapter hits with the power of a oneshot, but you still get the build up and release of a multichapter fic.

You don't have to follow the numbers exactly. 5+1 is just the most common format.

If you want some examples, check out the nearly 70K fics tagged with 5 Things (and synonyms). If you want to dig into the history, checkout the fanlore page.

[whatishowedyouinthedark]

Tell Me the Story

E | 3.5K | One-Shot

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‘What is that you’re humming, darling?

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Read on AO3

Please read the tags 🖤

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[dykecadence]

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[queerliblib]

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[blessherhearttx]

OMG - really?

[queerliblib]

really!!! we’ve got 501(c)3 status and everything! turning 2.5 years old next month <3

[kuttithevangu]

I just saw someone make the assertion that “everyone on booktok has low literacy, and romantasy books are bad because they’re catering to those people”

And this was meant to be a BAD thing. A problem. But if you actually believed that a massive population of low-literacy adults were buying books, becoming obsessed with them, and discussing them at length… wouldn’t that be a great thing? That’s how one moves from low literacy to high literacy: by practicing reading

Unless you think low literacy is an immutable quality reflective of poor character, in which case YOU are actually the problem

[whatishowedyouinthedark]

acotar should be more like Ice Planet Barbarians in that there are tragically few amount of the faeries going feral and kidnapping their mates

[whatishowedyouinthedark]

@rosanna-writer and they’re all sexy and CORRECT

[popjunkie42]

@rosanna-writer we need to make "catharsis via Rhys's dick" as an AO3 tag STAT

[rosanna-writer]

Literally ALL the Archerons have been kidnapped at some point in canon, they need some sexy kidnapping To Heal!!!!!

[whatishowedyouinthedark]

acotar should be more like Ice Planet Barbarians in that there are tragically few amount of the faeries going feral and kidnapping their mates

[idkhowtomakethis]

Being a multishipper in a toxic fandom is like being the one singular person who doesn't take a family board game seriously