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I never realized how many fics I have written over the years, but here they all are. Some may not be the best since baby me wrote them and she could only try her best!
If you want to send me prompts, headcanons, or asks you’re more than welcome. I take forever to get to them, but in peak seasons I like to go through.
Happy Reading!
i always mean it when i say i love you btw
‘but thats a stranger you dont know’ and i love them. i love that they exist and i love that they passed through my life. and i love u too btw
reblog to tell your mutuals you love them for existing
btw it is sexy and cool to uplift and admire people who have skills you wish you had without using their ability as a stick to beat yourself with. even and especially if you are jealous of them.
“it sounds like you’re justifying their actions-“ i am. they’re a fictional character. i’m okay with anything they do all the time. hope this helps.
Nesta has fire in her blood, and she fucks like it, too
Me while writing: oh hell yes this is such a good sentence I'm the master of poetic imagery
The writing when I go back to edit:
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
Yes, nonblack people can reblog. I'd appreciate it, in fact, if y'all took the time to vocally support your Black friends/fans in fandom.
tumblr is also like this
There's a fine line between letting go of your fear of being cringe and accepting your genuine self completely and wholeheartedly, and becoming a completely unhinged shameless gross little feral animal, and I'm going to snort it.
I just want to be man handled in the most healthy & loving way possible.
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
You’ve heard of “don’t monetize your hobbies”; get ready for "don’t master your hobbies".
Your hobbies are here to help you decompress and have fun. They do not have to be disciplines you toil over for expertise, unless that is something you genuinely enjoy doing.
It’s okay to enjoy language-learning without ever becoming fluent, or even conversational. It’s okay to like playing guitar even if you only know a few clumsy songs. You can read books and never finish them, bowl without ever scoring even halfway to perfect. We’re here to explore and play, and we cannot do that if we’re chasing perfection in everything we do.
Lucien kissed at her skin. Just once lightly. It could have been a gentleman's gesture if she'd not been in the bath.
Nesta lounged in the tub, her eyes closed to his careful perusal. Her face was shining with a light coat of sweat and he could smell her favorite scents. Lavender and honey.
What he wouldn't give to lick at her skin and see if she tasted just as sweet?
Nesta's silence reminded him of his mother. Words trapped behind teeth. How much had she bitten her tongue to be this... lady?
How many good females were going to be stolen away by decorum and placency? It made him want to tear it all to pieces, except Lucien knew she still thought of him as a beast.
To remain calm was to keep the peace. But Lucien didn't want peace. Lucien wanted Nesta burning and alive. He wanted her to spit his name out of her mouth because she was disgusted at the flavor of him on her tongue. He wanted her red faced and ravaged.
Maybe it was his Autumn Court blood calling him tonight. But maybe it was this woman--this little human who took breaths lightly because she was forced in a corset. So that she'd be made smaller in both body and mind. What he wouldn't give to free her from these human trappings.
He was desperate and every minute more made him depraved.
