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I'm doing a shatter me(new republic too as well as the first series) group roleplay. Cannon characters available (warner, kenji, nazeera, james, rosabelle, etc, literally anyone except juliette cause thats what im doing.) direct message me if you're interested!

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Writing Tips #11

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Clean Smut

1. Use figures of Speech. But about feelings.

Ex. "He pushed my desires further, pushing me to my very limit, until I had looked at him like he was the ocean I was drowning in- willingly drowning- he could make me feel like there was nothing in this world I wouldn't give for moments like this to continue."

2. Electrify it. Yes, litterally reference electricity or light or something like that. It helps.

"As he pulled me through the fire of emotions welling through my heart by his ministrations, where i felt surges of electricity every time his pace picked up, where I felt like in these moments, he knew me better than anyone."

3. Make it sentimental. Where the character feels particularly known and cared for by the other person.

(Same example as #2)

4. Don't say words like "fuck" or "cock". It's cliche.

5. For the same reasons as #4, refrain from explaining what actually happened and shift POVs to catch how both characters feel.

- I hope it helps! Enjoy!

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Writing Tips: #10

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Worldbuilding

Fill the questions in to get the worldbuilding needed for your country

Name? ___

Language? ___ (derived from country name)

Navarrian from Navarre (example from fouth wing)

Currency & Values? ___

Ex. Silvers. You can feed a whole village with 2 silvers.

Dystopian element? ___

Ex. People don't live here, it's on the moon, the people are immortal

Heirarchy? ___ (invent a new title)

Ex. Enforcer (powerless), infidante (traitor's game)

Government system? ___

Ex. Democracy, monarchy, Oligarchy, etc

Place? ___ (any special place)

Ex. A café with talking cutlery

Mannerism? ___ (trait that people here do or that happens here)

Ex. The faeries can not lie (tfota example)

Symbol? ___

Ex. The mockingjay, the pin/literal symbol, not the person (Hunger Games example)

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Could you write a folk of the air fanfic where a mortal guy hits on Jude and won’t take no for an answer, when Jude is out on a picnic with her family and Cardan, and Cardan gets into a fight with the guy, to the point police have to be called.

Folk of the Air Series Fanfiction: Picnic

Pairing: Jude Duarte x Cardan Greenbriar

The two of them plummeted toward Earth on the Ragwort, the wind hitting them squarely in the chest and across their cheeks. Jude sat first, her back against his chest, as his hold on her was stronger than on the animal they rode. His arms tightened around her as they braced for landing. The ride from the Kingdom of Elfhame, to Earth, was smooth, and quite enjoyable for Jude, as she was peppered with kisses practically the whole way there. The ragwort landed and the two descended, Cardan sticking his hand out for Jude, an instinctual mannerism at this point. Jude never took it, a symbol to the people of her strength. She did this time. Vivienne was the first to see them approach, her fey eyes giving the advantage over Heather and Taryn. Oak hadn't come yet, for he was off handling personal affairs in his kingly training.

After greeting, they all set up a blanket and sat. Jude and Cardan were pleased to know Vivienne and Heather's relationship was getting better.

They sipped wine from faerie from plastic cups, and toasted.

"To family" everyone echoed.

Jude stood up to momentarily stretch. And she was approached by a man. He was in all but words beautiful, with a muscled build, easily towering over Jude the same way Cardan did.

"Hey, beautiful" He said. Jude could swear she hadn't heard a more flirtatious voice, even from Cardan.

"Um... hi?"

"Would you like to have a small talk?"

Jude just stares at him. He takes her hands in his. Cardan’s figure tenses and he gets close to launching up at him.

"Like on a date, beautiful" the man sighs "what do you say?"

"No"

"Why not, darling?"

"No" she huffs, her hand now removing from his to rest on the hilt of her dagger "I'm married"

"To him?" The man scoffs "I'm sure I can make you reconsider. "

"I said no."

"Leave my wife alone!"

Cardan is now standing, his hands looping around Jude's waist.

"She's the Queen of Elfhame. What she says goes" He growls

Jude casts him a stare for mentioning Elfhame, but the man continues

"That's not a real place, dear. I can help you."

"It is. We've been there." Heather, who was previously silent, speaks up.

"So cultists" the man mutters under his breath, but it heard anyways.

"I can help you weed it out. I can save you, um whats your name?"

"Doesn't matter to you. I said no."

"Yes it does, sweetie. I will make you reconsider, starting with this. "

The man's hands let go of Jude's and cascade toward his pants zipper. But he didn't even get to unzip them before Cardan was on him. Cardan smiled with satisfaction as he repeatedly hit the man, until his blood stained the grass. Because of Faerie strength, the man had no chance of fighting back. All Jude could hear from the man were screams of pain in beetween exclaims.

"Does he have superpowers! Ahhhhh"

"Yes"

Jude saw police In distance and knew they were coming for this. So she attempted to stop the fight by putting her hands on Cardan, and when that failed, she yelled out.

"Stop!"

Cardan stopped at once, retracting. He saw Jude point to the police and stopped. The police, hopefully, had been going somewhere else and hadn't noticed this. Jude stopped Cardan before he could continue fighting what at this point was a corpse.

The corpse was dragged back to his original picnic sight, and Jude and Cardan left peacefully, without the stain of police sirents in the air.

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Are you comfortable with writing something poly with violet and xaden?

The Empyrean Series Fanfiction: Drama Queen

Pairing: Violet x Xaden X Fem!Marked!Reader

Summary: AU of Reunification day party in Fourth wing

There was a time when you thought that things could be perfect. There was once a time you thought that in life, you could get the choice to fix things, that you could find opportunities or people who wouldn't judge you for the relic scaling up your arm. You were wrong.

That's the first lesson that Basgiath War College had taught you. It was the only lesson that carved it's way into your mind and into your heart. You remember back to the parapet, when you stood in like. Five people had spit at you. Yes, spit. Jack Barlowe had even tried to push you off, and he would have even succeeded if it wasn't for the arms thar steadied you on the parapet. Xaden. A week later with his shirt off, you could see crimson scars that weren't there the last time. You had both agreed now to talk about that. That's how you ended up with him.

Those scars still graced his back, you thought. You pushed those thoughts aside, and new ones clouded your memory. Threshing was at least better. You were able to bond with a green daggertail- who had now become your greatest confidante. He, and the marked ones of course, had been your greatest and only sources of comfort through this life.

That is, until Violet Sorrengail had came along. She and yourself had hit it off, and soon, she was up there with them. It was the one rainy night, the one you three now refer to as "The night we broke Violet's Armoire" That Xaden had suggested that you get together. You resisted a little but loosened the moment that his hands came onto your waist. You never regretted that decision. They had brought happiness into your life and you in theirs.

But life had other plans.

Those other plans were called the Reunification Day banquet.

You tried to come. Thinking that if you were to allow yourself to relax at a party, the sorrow and grief you felt from your parents' death would temporarily, maybe, loosen. That thought evaporated the moment you walked in, escorted by Violet. The first thing you were supposed to do before joining the party was bowing to the King. The same one that had killed your parents. You very well couldn't get yourself to do it. But you allowed Violet to tug you before the throne.

She whispered into your ear.

"You're sure you want to do this, Y/N?"

You nod and the two of you step before the throne, King Tauri eliciting sharp glances in your direction, and almost... loving ones, at Violet.

Her body knelt down swiftly, uttering the words "Majesty" in her downfall. Your bones locked. You stared at the King, and just couldn't get yourself to do it. You just couldn't get yourself to show even the smallest gesture of Politeness, let alone lifelong fealty, to the man that had ordered your parents' deaths. Violet was rising now, and she noticed how your jaw locked at how you stood frozen. Tears welled in your eyes.

"Well?" The king smirked, as he stood indefinitely straighter, motioning for you to bow. You didn't. As much as you wanted to, you just couldn't. You ran out of there, your heeled shoes echoing in the hallways as you stepped out. Violet stood there in frozen silence before running out after you.

"Xaden" She called telepathically, insinuating through their bond.

"Violence?" He appeared behind her and wrapped both his muscled arms around her waist.

"Y/N's gone. I think she left for the parapet."

Xaden visibly stilled at the information, and drew back the embrace. With a frown that now seemed permanently etched onto his face, he let go of Violet and ran to the parapet. When he arrived, he saw nobody. You had jumped; he thought. He was too late. He collapsed onto his knees before the parapet and sobbed into his hands. How had he not seen this. How had he not noticed you. He noticed a pair of arms rest onto his, and it wasn't a second passed until he noticed you.

"Xaden? What's wrong?"

"You... You're alive."

"Yes, sweetie. I'm alive"

Your tone of voice expells confusion, and soon, you smirk and even snort at his silence.

"I thought you had-"

You cut him off.

"Violet. Such a drama queen."

He snorted at that.

"Yes. Drama queen"

Violet, heaving, walks into the space before the parapet and sees you and him. You bolt up and run to hug her.

"Yes. I'm alive. Not dead"

"But you cried "

"I'm sad, Violet. Not suicidal."

"You're not?"

You burst out laughing.

"No, I'm not suicidal, you Drama Queen."

Xaden stops leaning on the pillar he was doing so with, and approaches you. He embraces you both with his two arms, Violet wrapping hers around you as well.

You notice their worry and unyielding love for you.

Such Drama Queens; you thought. Your drama queens.

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Hi! Welcome to my blog!

Me:

- She/Her

- I live in Chicago, USA

- Writing is one of my main hobbies

- I write fanfiction for multiple fandoms and I'm currently writing a book as well (WIP though)

This Blog:

This is a writing + reading + fanfic Blog. So what you'll find here is:

- My works/ writings and masterlists

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Folk of the Air Masterlist:

Requests are open!

Velvet Thrones

Picnic

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