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🩷⚔️ We have been loving all the videos and content from @bloomsburypublishing ‘s Valkyrie workout class! It got us in the mood to don some 💖 pink 💖 and kick the rest of the week’s butt. How are we feeling, Valkyries?! What are you most excited for in ACOTAR 6?
Sometimes I really do forget that acosf was gym propaganda or something idk what term because I spent several years fixated on it while sitting in a chair or rotting away in bed
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Day 3 Creature Feature: ASOBAL fanart for @mistandmemories
Spoilers‼️ beat boards based on chapter 23 of A Song of Bonds and Legacies, with steamy flashforward vignettes from chap 33 (classic me)
Song is Mein Herz brennt by Rammstein
SN: The blue blood on Eris is just a visual cue to represent the faebane in his system.
Thank you to the great and powerful @chunkypossum for commissioning me!! You are such an angel, and an incredible author and artist to this community. I can't believe you commissioned so many of us to create pieces for our dearly beloved azris authors. The stars truly aligned for me as Mist was exactly who I was hoping to get picked for. I def got carried away attempting to make my love letter to her as full as possible. She and her writing deserve the world.
I took a few liberties but nothing could ever serve enough justice to Mist's incomparable, brilliant fuckin writing. Please if you haven't read it yet what are you even doing in life??? This is one of those fics that ruined novels for me. It'll change your world, satisfy your loins, fix your health, glow your skin, open your mind to another dimension. Go reread. Go surrender. Go FEAST.
I truly can’t thank you enough for being a part of this and for going to absolutely insane on your piece. You’re truly a gift to us and I’m so grateful to know you.
@mistandmemories I’m pretty sure when you posted this chapter I commented : “FANARTISTS GET ON THIS!” It was incredible and I could see it so clearly. So it really was kismet that dealt the cards and gave @bloodyplunder to you as your artist lol. Your creativity and wit never fail to brighten my day. This story, A Song of Bonds and Legacies is, of course, very special to me, and I am so thankful that you have stuck by it and continue to pour all of your passion into it. But I am also just in awe of everything you write or draw. Thank you for continuing to inject Azris with your vibrancy, and I hope that it does nothing but give back all you have put into it and more!
Tagging you all so you don’t miss this masterpiece Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train:
Hmmmm anyway what about the opposite of Devoted Loyal Noble Knight. What about Knight that is Chained to his Duty like a Rabid Dog in a Cage. What about Knight that fucking Loathes The King but is bound by a magic oath that prohibits him abandoning his post or harming his liege. Knight that feigns subservience while boiling with bloodlust. Knight who finds every innocuous form of disobedience and rebellion he can within the limits of his Oath. Knight who decides, after a virtuous little Consort is betrothed to the King and sent to the Palace, he'll make it his mission to corrupt and ruin the Consort with filthy, feral seduction. Fucking them over and over and over again while the King is none the wiser, in every room in the Palace, on the throne, in the King's bed, always an inch away from getting caught.
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And we're back with another fic (and another incredible artwork by Jane). I just had to, because the idea of Cassian sporting a mustache would not let me go, and when the amazing @janearts drew one in a blue-green tartan (wink wink), I HAD to. So, enjoy a modern au cabin fic, with this lovely visual, full of my favorite tropes. Expect shenanigans, arguing, sexual tension, Nessian being dumb. All of the good stuff! Enjoy!
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The sun bleeds orange through the pines when Nesta finally finds what she hopes might be the right road. By then all she has are Feyre’s directions, scrawled in purple gel pen on the back of a Starbucks cup sleeve, because her sister apparently still believes in whimsy even when Nesta feels like her world is ending. The GPS gave up somewhere past the state line, leaving her squinting at the looping handwriting, holding the sleeve at different angles to read the impossible combination of brown and shiny purple in better light, the overwhelming urge to murder Feyre growing stronger by the minute.
Left where the asphalt ends. Then it gets tricky.
Tricky had been an understatement. The roads have deteriorated from highway to the scenery route to something that barely qualifies as maintained.
Right at the boulder that looks like a sleeping bear. If you hit the creek, you’ve gone too far and you’ll have to return until there’s a fork in the road.
The drive was supposed to take five hours, but it’s taken her almost the entire day. Not even her bout of insomnia could drag her out of bed early enough to beat morning traffic. She hasn’t been able to do much of anything efficiently, truly, ever since the funeral three weeks ago. She’s also not used to driving long distances alone. She hasn’t needed to, living in a city where everything is a subway ride away. And on the rare occasion that she did embark on such an undertaking, she never used to go alone. Her father would come with her on trips like this, before things went to shit. He was always content to sit in the passenger seat with his crossword puzzle, occasionally reading clues aloud until she solved them for him, even though she knew he could almost always solve them himself. But that’s all past tense. She’ll never go on trips like that again, because she’s part of the dead-dad-club now. This drive has been the longest stretch of uninterrupted time she’s had with her own thoughts in three weeks. She’d made a playlist in an attempt to drown out her own racing brain, but after the second repeat she’d turned it off.
Another reason she’s quickly losing daylight is because she made so many coffee stops her back teeth appear to be floating. She’d stopped at rest areas, drinking terrible coffee from vending machines and taking bathroom breaks in an endless cycle, each gas station bathroom more depressing than the last, with its flickering lights and paper towel dispensers that wheeze out single squares. She’d sit in her car in desolate parking lots trying to remember why she thought this was a good idea. The question would be answered by Feyre’s voice in her head every single time. You need to get away, clear your head a little. Just for a weekend. Rhys has this cabin, which used to be his mom’s cousin’s. It’s very quiet and remote, somewhere upstate near the mountains. It’ll be good for you, having some time to yourself.
Time to herself. To do what? Fall apart where no one can see? Finally scream the way her body has been demanding for three weeks? Be alone without Elain asking if she’s eaten, or Feyre’s worried eyes following her from room to room?
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