#yulemaas

We’re proud to announce that Yulemaas is officially back, by popular demand!  Both admin Annie and admin Isha are back on board to provide a 2017 secret santa gift exchange of fanworks relating to the Maas universe. 

Because of the late start this year (finals, we’re both dying), we’ve decided to make this year’s Yulemaas a special holiday New Years event, where the posting period will occur in the first week of January, so every one has time to work on their gifts while still enjoying the holidays. At the moment, you can direct your questions to our ask here, or to either of the admins.

Please expect an updated sign up schedule very shortly. 

Here is my super late Secret Santa for CosmicRhertoric for Yulemaas! I had had some issues over the holidays, but thankfully CosmicRhetoric was super understanding and nice!! I actually have another story to post for her, but it’s not letting me format it correctly for some reason but hopefully it will be up by tomorrow!

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It wasn’t the overarching stench of cheap alcohol or the loud, unoriginal music assaulting her ears that was infuriating her. No, Manon was used to those hindrances. After three years of working as the bartender at her grandmother’s bar, she had become accustomed to the perfumed booze and an always replaying track list. What was irritating her was the absolute boredom that she had been wallowing in for the last five hours.

She had gone through all of her normal boredom exercises; washing the glasses, stacking the glasses, restacking the glasses, and then hoping the glasses would fall if only to give Manon something to do. Despite her attempts, her own watch betrayed her when it still showed that she had two hours until last call. Her freshly done nails clacked against the stained bar top, and she mused if their fine point would one day wear down the bar’s cheap varnish.

The admin team from @throneofglassminibang and @yulemaas are excited to start another Throne of Glass/ACOTAR event. We’ve decided we either want to do a mini or big bang and would like some input!

mini-bang: fic/artist collaboration. fics are 3k+ and accompanied by 1 full art piece. takes place over 3 months, with about 2 to create. 

big-bang: fic/artist collaboration. fics are 15k+ and accompanied by 2-3 full art pieces. takes place over 6 months, with about 5 to create. 

Hi! 

I would love to host a Yulemaas this year. However, it stands to note that both previous admins are full-time students, and we are crazy busy. I personally also am in multiple (other) fandom events such as zines and bangs and therefore have to keep up with those.

I am willing to run this event, but I will need help. 

Real help, from people who are willing to dedicate time and effort—it takes a lot of work to sort participants, keep the blog running, write emails, organize, etc, etc. Do not underestimate it; although I as one person am capable of doing all the work, my schedule does not allow me enough time. 

If anyone reading this is interested in being an admin, you can message me (admin Annie) at @riftlotor or send an ask to this blog. I know there’s a lot of interest in this event, so I’ll put up a “looking for admins” post soon. 

Lots of love,

It’s that time of year—Yulemaas is coming around, and a lot of people are looking forward to sending each other gifts. 

However, this year has been incredibly busy, so the Yulemaas team is looking for a few more admins to help out. I would ideally like to see three or four other admins, and I’d like to stress that this event will not happen if no one helps out. 

Duties include but are not limited to:

answering asks

posting updates

scheduling

creating graphics

sending emails

sorting participants

blog editing

check-in work and responses

This does take time and effort. If you do not have those to spare, please do not be an admin for Yulemaas. 

I am willing to oversee the event as an experienced admin and to guide the team to host a successful Yulemaas. I am not willing to do it alone, and if mods do not do their part, I will not cover for them. 

If there are enough people interested, I’ll do my best to make it happen :)

Lorcan Salvaterre, Lord of Perranth, had not been informed of the cadre of Fae warriors arriving in Adarlan. His city informants had missed the tiny bit of information that Queen Maeve’s blood sworn males would grace him with their company at the glass castle that week, or the following months after that. Damned Aedion, who had left with his bane earlier that week, had left him alone to deal with the insufferable fae, and Allsbrook had disappeared a month prior, claiming to have received a new lead concerning the lost princess of their kingdom, Terrasen. Lorcan had refused to join their little rebel group, turning his back on the unnecessary risking of his life, as he had long accepted the fact that Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was murdered the same night her family suffered said fate. Aedion and Lorcan had infiltrated Adarlan’s court and earned the King’s trust in hopes of finding out more about the night that the royal family was brutally murdered. They had come up empty handed. It had been ten years since their were branded traitors to their kingdom because they had bent the knee to Adarlan. Six years since Lorcan stopped playing his role in their little rebellion and settled down, making a name for himself in court. Three years since he had entered the king’s closed ring of advisors. He still came around to their rebel meetings, only to make use of their Rifthold spies. That was how he found out of Queen Maeve’s diplomatic party, without her majesty herself, of course. Maeve could not be bothered to attend this lowly mortal affairs. The doors of the castle opened, revealing six beasts. In the sky, the biggest birds of prey he had ever seen soared, a hawk and an osprey. Below them, four massive predators snarled, two of which were identical wolves, one black and one white, while the two remaining were a mountain lion and a fox, possibly a vixen, who was slightly smaller than the rest of her companions. Seconds later, the beasts are shifted into five hulking males, and a more petite female who inspired the same level of intimidation that her companions did. From the front of the room, the king stood, with the queen and the princes to his side. In front of him stood his three assassin champions, a red headed woman, flanked by black haired and brown haired men. The fae cadre stood face to face with the royal assassins, both parties assessing, and recognizing, the threat in one another. The male who had once been a lion spoke first. “We come representing Queen Maeve of Doranelle. My name is Gavriel. These are my companions.” “Rowan.” The hawk stepped in. “Vaughan.” Added the osprey. “Fenrys.” The white wolf. “Connall.” The black wolf. At last, the female stepped in front of them, providing Lorcan with a clear view. “Elide.” Lorcan’s breath was ripped away from him, and his heart rate betrayed him. The woman, female, in front of him was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Another female voice interrupted him from his stare, and Ansel of Briarcliff spoke up. “It is a honor to meet you. Tales of you have reached our kingdom, and they speak highly of you. My name is Ansel of Briarcliff, and this are my partners, Sam Cortland and Nox Owen. I trust that you have been informed of our purpose here at the castle.” “Indeed. Stories of you, as dishonorable as they may be, have reached Doranelle alright.” Rowan growled. The King of Adarlan roared with laughter, stepping between his assassins. “Careful, Prince Whitethorn. These three are as ruthless as I am powerful. It wouldn’t be wise to cross them. Now, I believe certain courtiers of mine have offered to show your our kingdom, to discuss commercial relations with your queen. I trust that you will be in attendance to the ball held in your honor in a week’s time?” He asked, his voice laced with the same challenge and coldness that are to be expected in a monarch’s words. “You can count with our presence, Your Highness. We are honored to be the subject of said celebrations.” Fenrys said, already waltzing out of the room, arms linked with the ginger assassin, as they happily chatted away. Connall followed closely behind, exchanging whispers with Sam Cortland and another brunette who rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword, as if Cortland alone was not deadly enough. Vaughan smiled a wide smile as he walked with a beautiful lady whom Lorcan knew as Kaltain Rompier, daughter of a successful merchant. Gavriel was escorted by Nox and the elder prince, who said something that caused the lion to smile. Whitethorn was accompanied by Duke Perrington. Ever since Lorcan arrived, he sensed something wrong with that man, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. All he knew was that he had given both Aedion and him a matching pair of rings, ones that matched with those worn by the king and the duke himself. Aedion had acquired an identical pair of rings for both of them, since they did not trust the duke. He twirled the ring in his finger, watching as the fae warriors left. The beautiful one, Elide, remained, watching him with a feral grin plastered on her face. “I want the pretty boy.” She declared, turning on her heel and leaving the throne room, as if she already knew that everybody’s eyes were on her. Hell, she most probably did knew. Lorcan remained behind, too shocked to do anything else but stare, his jaw dropped. He did his best to regain himself, and scurried out of the room to join the gorgeous female whom he was determined to get into bed with. He had never been with one so wild before.

He had barely turned a corner when he was shoved against the wall, a knife pressed to his throat. “Make a noise and you’re dead. Who are you?” “Careful. That’s a threat to someone who holds a fair amount of power here.” Her answer was a growl, as she drove the knife deeper into his throat. “Lorcan Salvaterre, sweetheart. Lord of Perranth.” “Your ring. Your king and the duke were also wearing it. They are not human, and by the looks of it, neither are you.” “Oh, I assure you, I am human. This ring? I don’t know. They gave it to me.” “Why?” She barked. “I do not have to explain myself to you, love.” “You do if you value your life. This might prove a threat to my queen and I won’t have that, pretty boy.” She purred, her knife still resting in Lorcan’s throat. “Fair enough. I know there’s something going on with the royal family and their relatives, but I am unable to know what, so I’m no help to you, sweetheart. I do have some friends who could prove to be resourceful.” Elide took back her knife, but her hold on Lorcan was still impossible to break. “You are going to help me and my companions find out what is it that is happening, or you will be buried along with your king, you turncoat.” Lorcan clicked his tongue, escaping the warrior’s grip. “Turncoat. Traitor. Bastard. Call me whatever you want, but that doesn’t make hy hatred for the king dissapear, or proves my loyalty to him. I will help you, but no more threats.” Elide turned on her heel once again, preparing to leave without another word. “It’s a date, then.” The fae’s following choice of words, mostly describing Lorcan, were far too obscene.

Author’s note: Happy Holidays to @youmusthavedemonpox from your @yulemaas Secret Santa! Hope you like this little pic I put together for you! Sorry if it’s terrible, it is my first try at ToG fan fiction. 

Hey @aelinasardothien, I was your Secret Santa for @yulemaas! I figured a really happy Rowan with a happy and fluffy Fleetfoot would be suiting (something I hope we can read in the last book aha)!