#it's ready

[your-favourite-yapper]

Thats not "your shayla" that's a 50yr old mass murderer w ptsd and issues w intimacy (hes my shayla)

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Might post the next Chelsea!Roy soon, who knows 👀

[gayrob0t]

If you listen real close you can hear my uncomfortably passionate heavy breathing on the wind

[ink-splotch]

what if... I posted my game soon?

[seasonofthewicth]

New agkol snippet anyone?? A long one because I’m feeling generous!

previous chapter here if you missed it

“He drifted over to her, lightly bracing his arms on the bar in front of himself and across from her, and she smiled widely up at him, the sounds of her friends’ lively conversations fading into the background. She had long since stopped contributing, content to sit back and watch the whirlwind that was Elide Lochan, but she was more than happy to be faced with Rowan, especially when he was smiling at her in such a way that brightened his whole face. 

“Hey you,” He said, his voice soft. “Had enough to drink yet?”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” She slurred, her voice creeping up at the end. Shit, maybe she had had enough to drink. She’d never back down though. 

His smile widened at her, his eyes crinkling in a way that she couldn't help but stare. She loved his smile. Sober Aelin could unpack that later. 

“You want to know what I think?” She asked him, cocking her head.

“Do I?” He laughed, and at her unimpressed glare he said, “Go on.”

“I think,” She walked her fingertips across the bar until she poked an index finger into the top of his hand. “I think the bartender is being stingy with me.”

“Right,” He laughed. “Maybe you should call the police,” A nod towards Lorcan and Elide. “I’m sure there are laws about how much alcohol free drinks have to contain.””

[juniperhillpatient]

hear me out what if I post chapter 16 now...

[inkedmyths]

So is anyone awake to appreciate the next chapter of Feral and Wild or-