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somewhere out there right now is a kid with curly hair being raised by people who have wavy hair at best and those people are giving them 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner and telling them to dry brush it. and that kid is gonna spend all of middle school and high school hating their hair and moping over the flat iron. they're being told right now that if they don't dry-brush their curl pattern into oblivion every morning it means they're unkempt and gross even though they naturally have the kind of ringlets that a thousand bridezillas would commit horrible murders for every june. it's happening right now it's an absolute epidemic and a tragedy every time

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11 drastic for nessian

Listen we're going to pretend that I answered this within a perfectly acceptable timeframe and that it didn't take me a month.

Here's Cassian picking up Nesta after a messy break up :)

She wasn’t sure if Cassian would pick up. Not when she’d blocked his number over a year ago. She thought she could forget about him if she shoved it all into the dark corners of her mind — that slight furrow in his eyebrows, the subtle cock of his head when he saw all of the truths that terrified her.

You deserve better than him, Nes.

He’d known way sooner than she did.

He waited until the very last ring to answer. Maybe he’d been deciding whether it was worth it. Whether she was still worth his time.

Calling him had been drastic. A decision she made while stuffing shirts and underwear and socks into the side of her suitcase. One she hadn’t regretted when Cassian slung that suitcase into the bed of his truck, not saying a single word.

Once, there had been an easy flowing banter between them. A push and pull. Not this quiet that existed now; not his tightened grip on the steering wheel that turned his knuckles white.

“You’re not hurt?” he asked, shattering the silence like a hammer to glass.

To say no would be a lie. Not all hurt was physical, and not all wounds could be seen with the naked eye, especially when it came to a broken heart. Leaving behind the man that she thought loved her.

“Not in the way you think.”

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You know I have to do 14. overgrown for Nessian 😌

Cassian didn't know what to say.

"This...this sure is something," he finally managed, nose burning. Elain Archeron beamed while Lucien Vanserra stood just behind her, glaring daggers at the both of them. They'd already been warned that Elain wanted to show off her new front garden and they needed to show the proper appreciation.

Beside him, Nesta's fingers brushed the back of his hand. "Is it supposed to be so overgrown?"

Elain frowned and Lucien's eyes flashed- not at Nesta, which would have been a death sentence, but Cassian himself. How unfair that he'd be punished because Nesta couldn't keep her questions to herself...no matter how relevant those questions happened to be.

Was it supposed to be so overgrown? It looked like a lot of weeds mixed with the kind of wildflowers one might find dotting a hillside. Elain, to her credit, took no offense and immediately launched into an explanation which seemed to calm Lucien down.

Good. Spare Cassian all the territorial males. He waited until Elain was done to offer another placid, bland compliment. Rhys and Feyre spared him from doing much more, as they were far more practiced liars.

"This is insane," he whispered to Nesta, turning his back to the garden as they made their way further out.

"I can't believe they want to live this way," Nesta added with an arched brow. "This is how you get rodents."

"Too many bees," Cassian continued, swatting one away from his face.

"Nature is a menace," Nesta agreed, wrinkling her nose. "Lets make some excuse to get out of here."

Music to Cassian's ears

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It's WIP Wednesday so here's a little snippet of a monster!Cassian fic I'm working on for Cassian week! Hope you enjoy :)

Nesta eyed him skeptically with his approach, the rabbit held in his hands as an offering.

“I don’t want to leave it on the ground,” Cassian explained, pausing halfway between her and the smothered fire. “Can I?”

Her knees went closer to her body, almost on instinct. Every ounce of his attention remained solely on her face—not dipping any lower to the source of her hesitation.

It was so stupid of her, foolish even, to let him get any closer to her than what he was. Alarm bells should have been going off in her mind, telling her to run and not look back. So she surprised even herself when her head dipped into a single nod, granting him permission.

His relief was palpable, and he stepped forward the rest of the way to hand her the meat before retreating. With his own portion, he sat across from her. A healthy distance away, while still remaining in her line of vision.

The first bite of rabbit was tender; juicy. Nothing like the times she and Elain had attempted to cook it. Hope ignited in his eyes when she returned for a second mouthful. A dog, eager to please. The sight was ridiculous.

“You have plans that involve me, then,” she said, finally. Because she couldn’t ignore the words that came flowing out of him earlier. What he’d declared her to be. Mate. To some beast in the woods. Her mother was likely turning in her grave.

If her question fazed him, he didn’t show it. “I think my plans are pretty self-explanatory.”

“My, what big words you have,” she said dryly. 

He grinned into his rabbit, showing off his razor-sharp canines. She’d read books where beasts sank their fangs into their lovers’ necks. Did he want to do that with her? He was attractive, for a creature that wasn’t entirely human. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, especially if he knew what to do with that large body part he didn’t care to cover.

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Ooh are you doing micro stories again? Would you do 49 nightfall for Nessian?

"Nesta, come back!"

How long was he going to chase her through Velaris, she wondered? How many times would he dog her steps until he got the hint that she did not want to speak to him. Didn't want anything to do with him.

"Go back to your nightfall celebration, Cassian," she replied over her shoulder, not bothering to look at him.

"Starfall, Nes," he replied, his voice closer than before. Nesta wanted to scream, leashing the urge to turn so abruptly, Cassian nearly toppled over. He stumbled back a step, clutching some wrapped gift in his hands.

"I don't care what it's called. Go back- I don't want to talk to you."

Cassian reached for her, flinching backward when she raised her finger.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, hoping he didn't notice the way she was shaking. "I don't want you. What will it take for you to understand that?"

He didn't follow her this time, and Nesta pretended she wasn't disappointed. Somewhere behind her, a soft splash interrupted the otherwise calm silence of the night. A child throwing rocks, fish coming up for a snack.

Cassian, tossing the gift he'd been trying to give her.

Nesta told herself she didn't care about that, either.

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Happy WIP Wednesday! I've really been feeling viking Cassian this week, so here's a fun little snippet 😉

“Back home, a wife can divorce her husband for a great number of reasons,” he continued, still dragging his fingers up and over the curve of her shoulder, as light as feather, a touch so sheer it was teasing. He shrugged, glancing down at her pointedly, with a wicked gleam in his eye that caught in the light of the single candle he’d bothered to light before he took to unlacing her dress - I won’t have you in the dark, he’d said, when she begged him to leave it, to not stop kissing her, I want to see you - and now it was burning so low that Nesta was certain it would snuff itself out, soon. “Not least of which is the husband’s lack of prowess in bed.”

She smirked. “Speaking from experience?” Nesta asked, her voice acid-sweet as his answering laugh rumbled through his chest and into hers, echoing through her bones, right through to her very centre.  His eyes darkened, and before she could so much as take a breath, Cassian rolled her onto her back, caged her body with his own, and trapped her earlobe between his teeth, nipping the skin as he hovered above her, his hand falling to her waist, dragging down to rest at her hip.  “Absolutely not, sweetheart,” he murmured against the skin of her neck. “No woman has ever left my bed dissatisfied.” No, Nesta thought as her skin heated, tightened, and the hand at her hip swiped broadly down to her thigh. I bet they haven’t.

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do you ever wonder what it would feel like not to be tired

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what a time to be alive (derogatory)

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i love the girls i follow.. amazing and smart

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DAY EIGHT ACOTEN BRACKET

With this poll, we wrap up round one of the bracket! Stay tuned for tomorrow: it's almost time to narrow the field and pick the ultimate winner. In the meantime, make sure you choose your favorite wisely: those two just scream ✨mates✨

QUOTE 1: His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

QUOTE 2: “I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.”

Make sure to head over to our Instagram to cast your vote there, too! We'll be keeping the results separate, so feel free to participate on both platforms!

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“I don’t know anything, but I miss you” had my chest physically aching with Nesta’s inner turmoil, and that’s how I know it was beautiful writing 😩

You have such a way with words to make the reader feel what the character does and it is amazing to read! Thank you for blessing our eyes with your amazing works!!

Do you have any works in progress that you are excited to share?

Ahh thank you anon, this is so sweet! I'm so glad that fic is resonating with people.

As for your questions, I do have a few wips that I'm planning on sharing soon. Both for Cassian week!

I have my first ever Cassian monster fic! It's your standard 'maiden sacrificed to the beast in the woods,' with a small twist. Cassian finds himself in a bit of a bind ;)

Here's a snippet of it that I posted a few weeks ago, and I'll probably also be posting one later today.

And then I have some modern nessriel (which is actually a love letter for @wishcamper). What's the plot, you ask? There isn't one. It's just smut and Azriel being pathetic.

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Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who "yes ands" their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.

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I love everything that you've written! Smoke Signals is one of my favorite Nessian fics at the moment. Every chapter hits so hard. They just feel so raw and so human and I love it so much

flattery will get you everywhere, here's a sneaky peek of a few chapters from now:

but for real thank you, it's been cathartic to write and i like knowing whatever of me i'm putting into it makes it all the way over to you!

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I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me

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13 for the fandom ask!

13. your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc)

I do love a good character/ship event week! The ones I’ll consistently participate in are Nesta week, Cassian week, and Nessian week.

And I’m considering writing something for Elucien week this year if I can!