Celebrating Summer and the impending release of the next ACOTAR book with Azris art: Campy, Sexy, Fun, and HOT!
Melting Point - by @hornysadfrog
The amazing @hornysadfrog gifted us this stunning art piece in honor of Hot Azris Summer! Azriel's blissful, oblivious joy in his frozen (yet quickly melting) treat, and Eris is... noticing!
The details on this piece have me swooning, and not just with the heat! Azriel's relaxed posture, eyelashes for days, sweat-laden hair, the cobalt belly button piercing, and that messy, delicious ice cream cone... I could stare for hours (what time is it?). Eris has an eyeful of the view! The shaking glass, the sweat-beaded brow, LOCKED eyes, beautiful blush, and distracted lips... all say the eldest Vanserra can't bring himself to look away! Can I say how much I love Eris in purple? (note: add more purple to Eris's wardrobe in our fics!)
The whole piece just screams hot summer beach dreams, and the colors pop with a slight homage to the 1980s. I feel like there is a volleyball game soon in the future...
Thank you so much, @hornysadfrog, for this amazing art!
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He didn't mention that he did, in fact, sleep with a dagger. Many daggers. Including one under his pillow.
Kathony 🤝 Gwynriel
Az had a ruthless competitive streak. He wasn’t smug and arrogante, as Cassian knew he himself used to be, or possessive and terrifying like Amren. No, his competitive streak was quiet, ruthless, and utterly lethal. Cassian had lost count of how many games they had played over the centuries, with one of them certain of victory, only for Azriel to reveal some masterful strategy.
Roslin, Ananke, and Deirdre were hot on their heels, spurring Gwyn to push her group harder. She wanted to be first. She wanted Nestha, Emerie, and herself to be the ones to wipe the smirks off Azriel and Cassian’s faces. Especially Azriel's.
honestly give it up for the people who still have hope that the acotar 6&7 covers will be coming out before the release. i lost all hope a while ago and the absoute nothing that bloomsbury has given us has killed any hype i had for this release. its so hard to give a shit when there's literally nothing to be excited about
As we all know, Lucien has long, lush hair (the best hair in Prythian?), and his shark counterpart has a long, lush tail! Also, threshers are iconic for their faces because it just always looks like they're saying "what... the fuck" and honestly? Is that not Lucien? He's seen some shit! In Spring. UTM. Whatever BS is happening in Night. Free him and the thresher shark from the horrors!
Send me a character and I’ll tell you what shark they are!
Chapter 2 is finally up!! You can read it on AO3 Here!
Chapter 2 of my first ever Elucien Fic for elucienweek day7 Revival!
Word count ~8K
Elain attends her first Calanmai, but when she hears that Lucien must choose a maiden to complete the rite with, Elain decides to take matters into her own hands.
Thank you to everyone who spent the time reading through this! It sincerely means so much to me.
Snippet of the chapter under the cut!
Lucien’s nostrils flared at the smell of smoke, wine, and sweat. Each scent sent was abrasive to how sensitive everything felt. His eyes glanced from one female to another, all lining up for him. Several lined up, and several more waited by the fire, many engaging with themselves to entice him. Anyone of them could fulfill the right. He knew that, spring knew it too, and yet none of them were her.
Stalking forward, their scents waft on the air, enticing him to their side, their bodies.
Wrong.
The thought came so swiftly he nearly snarled. Another scent, wrong.
Another, and another— they were all terribly wrong.
Anyr’s eyes found him across the way. She danced with her whole body, never tearing her gaze away from him. Her full breasts bounced with every sway, her hands traced along every inch of illuminated skin, singing for him, calling to the beast within Lucien. She sang in futility however, for nothing called to him, not a single scent around answered the beast's call. Not a single soul here pulled him except for—
Bloomsbury posting about acotar-related pilates events, new hardcover editions, and quizzes while asking us to pre-order the title-less, cover-less, synopsis-less new acotar book with 3 months remaining until its release:
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