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Situation:

Today, I accidentally put myself in a Situation where I had to explain the Nyxlin WIP to someone. How do I explain to a person (who is in some authority over me for reasons) that I 1) locked them in a wine cellar, 2) got one of them drunk, 3) they should never ever be in the same room ever ever ever but I put them there, AND 4) all of this is a setup for romance??? And that's just the first (already published) chapter??? Like ??????

Then how do I explain that when one of them leaves and is drunk and is pining (he doesn't know it) (he should know it) and he is terribly, horribly sad, yet this is a Good Thing? He has to come to terms with feelings (yes, the bad ones too) in order to realize what he wants?? And desires? And, according to our fated universe, deserves?? WHAT THEN???

But no, what I said was "I stuck two characters who should never ever have met in a room together to see what would happen" because I could not tell this cynical asshole that I was writing romance okay byeeee.

Rhysand: Part of the Azriel allure is number one, he's very attractive-

Rhysand: But number two, he's got this mystique

Rhysand: He's mysterious.

Rhysand: He doesn't look you in the eyes when he talks to you.

Feyre: That's not mystique. That's autism.

Rhysand: Okay.

Rhysand: That's true.

Rhysand: But... but it's hot.

Me and Azriel 🤝 Autism

Thanks, Quinn App, you can stay.

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

I work at a bookstore and hearing one of my male coworkers call smutty romantasy "the downfall of society" because it's "literally just porn" radicalized me

Men have an entire industry. Entire industries dedicated to their sexualities. Let women have fantasy sex. there's not even a camera crew involved.

Left this in the notes

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

I don't know if anyone else has the same sensation, but whenever I see AI generated art of the fourth wing characters, I can't help but find them ugly as fuck.

Like, the male characters are all extremely buff with super simetric and perfect faces (all the same face-modeling btw) and it feels...wrong, ugly even.

Gods bless the real artists because their fanart gives those characters a much better vibe and charm

Hey @chairofchaos I still need one billion more words of this, when you have a minute 😘

So…

women in PHLEGM (poetry, history, language, english literature, ghost stories, music)

Phlegm Fatales.

“our ocs should kiss” “our ocs on a double date” i think our ocs should try to kill each other

eris vanserra being young and small and wondering why his mother cannot quite bear to hold him. (he doesn’t know it yet, but he — more than being betrothed to beron, more than getting married, more than conception — has sealed her fate. the first born boy. the heir. she is now the mother of a baby beron will ruin, and she can never leave him, but she can never save him. the illusion of choice is taken from her in his first breath.) eris vanserra watching the same thing happen with every baby after him; kept at arm’s length, left to governesses and wet nurses and tutors, chaste smoothing of hair and infrequent kisses to the crowns of heads but no more. (he was so excited for the first brother and incrementally less so with each subsequent. he knew what his father would turn them into; he knew that his mother would not be able to love them.) ((in this way, he is not so unlike his mother, even if he cannot understand her.)) eris vanserra having to mold himself in his father’s image to be able to protect his mother and thus incurring more of his mother’s disgust.

eris vanserra being an adult and watching his mother cradle the final brother, lucien, to her chest like he is something precious, like he is something sacred. eris vanserra still not understanding what made him different at birth than this brother, what made him unlovable. (he knows why she does not love him now, himself seeing only his father in the mirror anymore, but he still cannot quite figure out why she did not love him then.) ((even when he does find out, he will not understand, not fully. he did not choose his sire; she did. how is it his fault that he carries beron’s blood and lucien is fortunate enough not to?)) (((even so, he knows that lucien needs to be protected at all costs. he has never seen his mother so happy, and that is all he has ever wanted for her.)))

He's in timeout