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I found those yogurt drinks you suggested at target!!!
Omg yay !!!! They’re so yummy imo. How are they working for you ?
Feysandweek Day One - Dragon Rhys
I found out how to trace stuff and use layers AHHHHHHH for @officialfeysandweek
For my dearest new friend @separatist-apologist I hope you like it! Dragon Rhys carrying Feyre!! From chapter 1 of your fic
Everything, except the dress, is painted by myself. No AI used!
Azriel: Do you think the wind is ever trying to tell us something?
Rhys: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.
Are you asking for a color-coded ACOTAR theory post?
Because I can give you a color-coded ACOTAR theory post.
For the ask game #16- share a snippet of something you're working on!
Lucien sighed, rubbing his face to force away his irritation. “Who else? Please don’t say Eris. That would be a disaster.”
She hadn’t been planning on it, but since he’d brought it up…
“I like disasters,” Elain said sweetly. “They’re entertaining."
Almost as entertaining as this, watching Lucien struggle not to show his regret at pushing her on a clear lie. He had to know she was stubborn and didn’t like losing - she was an Archeron, after all.
“And if I ask you really nicely to reconsider?”
Elain smiled smugly, leaning forward and propping her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her hands. Coincidentally pushing her breasts together, just enough that it wouldn’t look intentional. Lightning fast, Lucien’s eyes dipped down then back up, pupils a fraction wider. If she hadn't been looking for it, she would have missed it, which was probably his intention. He was so careful, but she was having fun.
“What are you willing to give me?” she asked, and Lucien swallowed.
“What do you want?” he asked in return.
For the ask game- #5!
5. Share a song on your elucien playlist
Honey by Russell Dickerson!
His voice combined with the lyrics makes me immediately picture Lucien and this song playing in his head while watching Elain doing the simplest things. It's so CUTE!
thank you to @separatist-apologist for battling it out in the trenches to show us that elucien is where it’s at. their writing is so earth shattering that I now think about elucien in the day court w/ their seven children at least once a day. thank you so much for opening my fuckin eyes to the truth. 👏🏾👏🏾
Could you do the 100 Words for Eris Vanserra? Neris? Eris x OC? Whatever AU you want..
I borrowed @separatist-apologist's OC, Arina Novak, who is Eris' mate in all of her wonderful fics (with her permission!) I’ve given up on the 100 word rule.
“What’s it going to take?” Eris demanded.
Arina lifted her brow. After years of watching high lords like Helion and Rhysand swagger around, she doubted she'd ever hear a high lord beg. But here Eris was, clutching his fists at his sides, begging in probably the only way he knew how. He wasn't used to hearing the word no—that wasn't her problem.
Alright, maybe it was a little, since he was her mate.
"You can stop acting like being mated to me is an inconvenience to you, for one,” she replied, frowning.
"It isn't," he swore. His frustration dripped way until it was just bare honesty left. For reasons likely related to her own stupidity, she believed him.
"Then what do you want from me?"
"A chance," he sputtered. "Gods, not even that. Just a bit of your time. Ten minutes. Five? Whatever you're willing to give me to let me convince you that I'm going to take this seriously."
"I think it's going to take a lot longer than that," Arina challenged. Eris' shoulders slumped as he wracked his mind for the right thing to say. She’d seen this happen to Lucien when his silver-tongue failed to find the perfect words to speak to his mate. Now it was happening to the ruthless mastermind of the Autumn Court, and she had to admit, it was pretty fucking hilarious.
"Alright," she conceded. "I'll give you an hour. You'll have to play your hand right to earn another."
An earnest grin lifted the corner of Eris' lips.
"Good thing I've never lost at cards."
Part 1: And You Know That We're Doomed, My Dear.
It wont let me send the straight link :(
14k of amazing 😍
Here is the link for anyone who wants to read on tumblr.
(Oh for more context this is the elucien Regency/arranged marriage AU)
