#asteria-astraeus

[requiemofkings]

Is Andrew reading a book on how to disassemble a body in that last drawing?!?!? And is the author Aaron?!!!

the thrilling sequel 

[palmettofoxden]

I didn't like it I loved it!! Nsjshddksksb! I just can't describe how much I like the idea of Neil in booty shorts and Andrew trying not to get distracted!

Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it! 😄

Neil: *walks into the room in booty shorts*Andrew: *is too gay to exist in the same room as this and pretend to be a functioning human being*Andrew: I’m gonna light them on fire. I don’t care if he’s still in them.

[cardinalrachelieu]

46. Feysand please! Or Elucien! P.s. I love your writing 👌😊

i’m about to start paying rent at the Sindominium™ bc apparently i live here now

anyway, ask for filth and u shall receive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

46. “It’s okay, I’m here.” + Elucien

“Elain, let me h—”

“It’s okay”—she fumbles with the belts, pulling on one only to have the other loosen—“I’m—”

“Here,” he says, gently brushing her hands out of the way and tightening the straps around her thighs, smooth leather against warm skin.

She lets him take over, lets him pull and tug and fix the harness so it sits flush against her hips.

“Don’t worry, dove”—he gives the final strap a substantial yank, jerking her whole body sideways with the force—“You’re gonna be great.” Lucien kisses her quick before lying back and bringing his knees toward his chest.

Elain swallows, cheeks going pink. Carefully, she grips the toy in her hand, aligns it with his entrance and—

Lucien gives a long, rumbling moan as Elain presses into him, hand going to his swollen cock and giving it a stroke.

She can’t help but blush as she takes him in—toy buried in his ass, palm working up and down his hardened length, head thrown back and eyes closed in utter bliss. Frankly, she’s upset they haven’t done this before, seeing how much her mate enjoys it.

Slowly, Elain begins to roll her hips, takes note of what he seems to like. Lucien groans for her when she wraps her fingers around his cock, and his own arms drop to the bed—limp, pliant.

She already knows the answer, but she’s driven to ask anyway. “You like that?” Her voice is breathy and filled with innocence. Ironic, she thinks.

A fractured sound like “Yes” tumbles from his lips, and then—“Harder.”

Elain adjusts her stance, uses her free hand to grip the underside of one of his thighs. “As you wish”—and then, because she knows it’ll drive him mad—“my lord.”

The desperate, primal noise that tears its way free from his throat does not disappoint.

no more, please :)

[cataclysmica]

acowar ft nessian (part 9)

Collab with the coolest @togreblog (enjoy lol this is an angsty one). Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Cassian nearly flattened Nesta against the side of the mountain when he landed on her perch. There was barely enough room for both of them pressed together, and she had to disappear her wings so he had room to balance them against the rock behind her.

Their chests were pressed together, and for two seconds of silence Nesta wondered what he’d be the most angry about. What he’d prioritize over everything else. Her leaving in the middle of a conversation? Ignoring his point about mates? Running away, as usual, from anything serious and having to do with her?

“That was so dangerous,” he exploded, his face inches from hers and his voice making her head jerk back into the mountain wall behind her. “Gods, Nesta, you’ve barely had wings two weeks and you’re just going jumping off roofs? Do you have any idea how stupid —”

“Leave me alone,” she said. Though she had every intention of snapping at him, it was the weakness of her voice that surprised them both into silence.

“I wasn’t finished talking,” he said, more gently this time. “Why did you just leave?”

She looked up at Cassian, with his sharp jawline and shining eyes and beautiful hair. His wings were out on either side of them, keeping them pressed to the wall, but his arms were also braced on either side of her shoulders. He wasn’t going to let her fall. She was stunned that he cared so much about her.

But if she was to tell him about the bond…surely he wouldn’t want her. She knew she wasn’t lovable like Elain or a warrior like Feyre. She wasn’t a queen like Mor. She was a rather plain elder sister, who let her youngest do the work to keep them all alive. And, she remembered, Cassian knew that. He’d known the day they went to Spring to rescue Lucien — practically told her she was at fault. It wasn’t an easy burden to bear, but it was easier knowing the bond aligned them.

As soon as she didn’t have that…as soon as he found out and rejected her…

“Nesta,” he said again. “What’s going on?”

“You scared me,” she offered, not even sure where she was going with the thought but trying, for the sake of her heart, to tell as much truth as possible to her mate.

He looked stung. She didn’t know why. She could barely remember what he was saying in the moment she panicked.

“They make me feel like I’ll be alone forever.”

Cassian’s eyes turned so unbelievably sad that Nesta wrapped her fingers around one of his wrists beside her head.

“I felt like that,” he said, “before I met Rhys and Azriel. Mor did, too, before she had us. I promise it gets better.”

She instantly felt bad; her life had been so short in comparison. He’d likely been alone longer than she’d been alive. And she even had happy memories from her childhood, to a point.

“And, you know, Feyre and Rhys are the exception. You know how much I want what they have? They’re everything for each other. I’ve never seen him so whole — does that even make sense?”

She nodded, and though his eyes never left her face he barely paused for her to agree.

“They talk down the bond and spend weeks in the cabin and there is no doubt, none, in their minds that they want each other. Can you imagine trusting someone that much? Loving someone that much?”

Nesta thought she might combust. He wanted trust and love and a mate, and all he had was her.

“Someone would always want you,” he said, his voice so sincere it made her heart hurt. “But, Nes, not everyone gets that. And you can still love someone just as much, even if you don’t have a mate —”

“I do,” she said, the words jumping from her mouth of their own accord, her face whitening before she even realized what she’d said.

They stared at each other.

“Already?”

She nodded once, her eyes welling inexplicably. And he would ask who, now. He would have to know. And she would lose him.

He only looked bewildered. “Then what are you so afraid of? You won’t be alone forever! The Cauldron assigned someone to you.”

Now she was shaking her head, eyes closed, trying desperately to keep herself from crying.

“Sweetheart…”

“He doesn’t want me,” she said. “He couldn’t love me.”

“You’ve told him? He said that?” Cassian’s forearm flexed under her hand. “Who was it? Someone in our court? Azriel? Oh Gods, was it Tamlin?”

She shook her head harder. “I haven’t.”

“Then how do you know?” he asked, his tone exasperated.

“Because it’s you,” she snapped, opening her eyes and pressing her palms against his shoulders to move his face away from hers. Two tears dropped onto her cheeks as if he’d already rejected her.

The force of her hands gripping his shoulders combined with the force of the mating bond surging to life in his mind, and with his balance thrown off just enough, Cassian and Nesta toppled off the edge of the cliff.

[requiemofkings]

Have you thought about selling your charms again? I happened to run across a post about them and was interested in buying them.

yes yes! this summer!! i can’t promise bc i suck at keeping them 

i also wish to create a new design but we’ll see 

[palmettofoxden]

YES!! YES TO ALL!! I'm ready for some Neil and the Foxes quality time! PS I love your blog!! Just in case you didn't know

Thanks! I know it has definitely been a while, but I am still totally going to finish that post about the vides the Foxes made for Neil while he was visiting Uncle Stuart one of these days.

[palmettofoxden]

Okay I saw smut and immediately perked up!! When will you be posting this fic!?! I'm excited because I love your writing and have read you previews of the fics your working on and I'm so ready to read them!!

I just posted it! I hope you like it!

[cataclysmica]

nessian acowar part11

IT’S GETTING STEAMY B @togreblog (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) I’m sorry this literally took me .02 seconds to write

As soon as she’d thought about escaping, she could feel his frustrated reaction. Gods, this was awful. She’d never be able to hide her emotions behind sarcasm again. They’d have to actually communicate.

Worse, he might find out she loved him.

She slammed a wall over the thought as fast as she could. From the look on his face, he didn’t feel it. Hear it. Whatever.

“Nesta,” he said again, inching toward her as if she wouldn’t notice. “Why did you say I wouldn’t want you?”

There were about a thousand reasons, obviously, so she just went with the first. “Look at me.”

She felt a brief wave of bafflement down the bond for a second before it cut off sharply, like he’d tried to block it. “I mean, you were attractive as a human. But now…”

Nesta’s hands reached up to her ears unconsciously.

“Now,” he continued firmly, “you’re strong from training. You’re capable of flying and winnowing. And you’re immortal, which is a plus. Why is this a negative?”

She barreled on. “You don’t like that Rhys is making you train me. You act like I’m dumb every time you talk about Feyre and Rhys’s bond. You—”

“Nes, come on. I don’t think you’re dumb.”

“You always say I won’t understand!”

“Well I didn’t know you had a mate,” he said, clearly exasperated even without the bond sending her his every emotion. He was only a few feet from her now — why wasn’t he getting tired?

“And,” she said, scrambling for more negatives. She didn’t have any. She loved him. What could she possibly say? If only she could convince him to give her some time. If only he had liked he just a little more when she’d spilled the truth. Then she wouldn’t have to talk him out of it at all.

“And?” He asked impatiently. “Does Rhys know? He must. He can’t not know.”

“You don’t like me,” she said, going with the truth out of desperation. If he felt forced to love her, especially after what happened with Mor, he’d never want her. Never. At least if he refused her now he’d save her future pain. “You couldn’t love me.”

He didn’t bother blocking the despair on the bond; he rather flung it at her, forcing her to feel how totally unwanted her words made him feel. Her body actually hurt with the force of his pain. She never wanted him to feel like this again, ever, she —

That’s when his wings gave out.

She rocketed after his falling form, the idiot, who had stayed with her rather than landing like he was supposed to. As she flew, she grew her wings out to their original size. She remembered Mor mocking her wingspan that first day, and stretched them even wider than that.

Any emotion she felt was blocked by utter panic.

When she caught him around the waist, latching on with every muscle, all she could do was press her face into his neck and let her wings act as a parachute.

They slowed.

She exhaled shakily against his shoulder, not looking up until she felt him bump gently against the ground. He was on his back. She was on his chest. She vanished her wings to remove their weight.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes searching his. “I’m so sorry, Cas, I didn’t mean to push you, I —”

He interrupted her with his lips.