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separatist-apologist · 14 hours
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The High Lady at sunset
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happy wip wednesday to all those that celebrate!!!
here is a small snip from an elucien wip i'm chipping away at featuring vanserra bros being vanserra bros.
also eris having a dog named enailus defo is not a hint at anything... u can trust me... bro i promise... i have no ulterior motives...
Just as Elain began her descent down the grand staircase, each step punctuated with a click from her heels, the front door lurched open and two men stepped inside, bickering amongst themselves. She froze in place, at least having the good sense to stop before she missed a step and made a fool out of herself. They hadn’t noticed her, or her hesitation continuing to bicker as they made their way into the foyer. God, what was it with Velaris men?
The taller of the two looked disgruntled but even that couldn’t dull just how fiercely handsome he was. Burgundy suit and pressed white shirt fitting right in with the old money aesthetic of the entryway. His cropped auburn hair caught like flame in the sunlight. “If you didn’t insist on agitating Enailus every time, he wouldn’t pounce on you.”
The man to his side, slightly smaller but no less captivating, huffed a laugh. Elain noticed his dark jeans were spattered with thin white hairs all down one leg as he turned to close the door behind them. His hair was longer, although loose around his shoulders, but both men had the same auburn—like fall leaves. “When did a scratch behind the ears count as ‘agitating’, Eris? Please, enlighten me.”
“About the same time you got in his face, cooing who’s a good boy like an idiot. If the hair is too much for you, perhaps you should go back to your apartment instead of slumming it in my spare room. You have a terrible habit of abusing my hospitality.” Eris shouldered the other male — his brother, if the similarities in their appearance were anything to go by — as he passed, forceful but not aggressive. He made his way through the lobby towards the kitchen and open patio doors beyond, familiarity clear in his purposeful steps.
Alone, the remaining man, muttered something to himself. Elain couldn’t quite catch it but, given the context, she would put money on it having been something unsavoury.
“Rhys? Do you have a lint roller or something? Someone decided to sic the hounds on— Oh.”
Busted.
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separatist-apologist · 15 hours
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One more
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separatist-apologist · 16 hours
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Once you start harassing people over their tastes in fiction, you've gone too far.
You should not be sending anon hate.
You should not be telling people to kill themselves.
You should not be contacting people's family members, job, or school.
You should not be sending people gore.
You should not be telling people that they deserve their trauma.
You should not be attacking people over liking something fictional. At that point, you're the problem. Not the person making things you don't like, YOU. Harassment is never acceptable.
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separatist-apologist · 17 hours
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Say what you want about ACOFAS but do not sleep on this scene…☝️😩😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🥵
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BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios
Gale's Origin Introduction
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separatist-apologist · 19 hours
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Pairing: Elriel Rating: E Words: ~2.4k Tags: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse, Dubious Consent, Knotting, In Heat/Mating Cycles, Modern AU, Sister’s Boyfriend’s Best Friend Azriel, Omega Elain, Alpha Azriel Summary: When Elain goes into a breakthrough heat in the wake of a messy breakup from Graysen Nolan and calls her big sister for help, there’s only one alpha for the job: Nesta’s friend Azriel.
Read the first chapter on AO3 now! Snippet below the cut.
When the knock finally comes, Elain Archeron is a mess.
A whining, trembling mess.
She’s clinging to her sanity by a thread, and she’s close. 
So damn close. 
The hand buried between her slick-drenched thighs doesn’t so much as pause. She ignores the knock and circles her clit again, arching her hips up off the bed as she chases her pleasure recklessly. Her body is on fire, from the scorching heat in her cheeks to the aching tips of her breasts, and she needs more. 
More.
More. 
With her free hand, she digs blindly through in her nightstand, searching for the only sex toy she owns.
She could kill herself for tucking it away in the back. For hiding it in a box with her stretched out hair elastics and twisted bobby pins and a mostly-empty tube of lotion.
A voice in the back of her mind that sounds like Nesta’s spits, Fucking Graysen. 
That’s what Elain got for dating a knothead like Graysen Nolan—an alpha who proposed with a hideous pearl-and-diamond ring when he knew Elain hated pearls, who made concerned noises about the damage heat suppressants would do to her body until she tossed that little packet of pills in the trash, who encouraged her to do the same to the small stash of knotted omega toys she bought in college because the only knot Elain needed was her Alpha’s…
Who lasted just one miserable, unsatisfying heat before he found an omega with a more enticing scent.
He even had the nerve to ask her to give the ring back.
Fucking Graysen. 
The knock sounds again, three firm raps on the front door of her small apartment. The knife’s-edge of her orgasm is gone, ruined by the mere thought of her ex, and Elain lets her frustration guide her as she shouts in the general direction of the front of her tiny studio apartment.
It’s something along the lines of Go away! or I’m not home! or Alpha, please, need a knot, Alpha, Alpha, Alpha— 
She can’t exactly remember, because her aching cunt clenches around nothing and her hand slaps down on the silicone knot at the back of her drawer in the same moment.
“Oh, thank the gods,” she gasps.
——— Keep reading on AO3.
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separatist-apologist · 20 hours
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Okay, which Tumblr denizen is responsible for this? (and where can I get one?)
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separatist-apologist · 22 hours
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OBSESSED with the fact that buttons got so popular in England during the 13th century that they had to pass laws limiting how many buttons you were allowed to put on a garment. They really had to bring in the government to shut down the button mania. Buttons are the sexiest clothing fastener.
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separatist-apologist · 22 hours
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it’s like i always say: fuck
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Rhys [using Daemati gifts]: Feyre darling, let me in.
Feyre [lets him in while still peacefully observing her friend Lucien]: Those strong hands...broad chest and strong shoulders...those powerful thighs...fire in his blood and fucks like it...
Rhys:
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“When you get tired of the animal, come find me. I’ll show you how a future High Lord plays.”
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do you have any music you listen to while writing, or any you would associate with any of your fics?
Have you ever heard of Taylor Swift, anon? Occasionally she is my muse
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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
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Not to hijack your post, but I want to add that there is a respectful way to ask if someone is open to feedback/critique. People have sent me DMs asking if I'm interested in feedback and sometimes I'm not, and they're generally very respectful.
Fanfic is not your favorite published book- it's just someones hobby. I understand wanting to publish a review the way you would on goodreads, but these kinds of unsolicited reviews can be very hurtful to someone who is just carving out 2-3 hours to write a fun little one shot. It's not edited, there's no team of people looking over it, it's not even up for consumption the way a traditionally published book is. No one is asking you to buy it. It's kind of like trading your snack at lunch. I have a zebra cake (my smut one shot), I'll trade you for your gushers (whatever you've created that I can also enjoy).
Fanfiction is just a little gift between people who enjoy the same things, and I think remembering the spirit in which fanfiction is made is important, rather than treating it like a commodity in which you're entitled to tell the author your direct feelings (something that is considered very rude in published book spaces) about what you think they did badly.
The only thing I’ll critique about Ten Past Five is the sudden time jump from Rhys and Feyre arriving at his place (which couldn’t have been later than 7:00 pm, although I’m not familiar with the distance from Marylebone to South Kensington) to them having sex at midnight. Granted, the timing was written vaguely, so I’ll just headcanon this as the Inner Circle having a drinking game where they countdown the New Year across the globe before it strikes in England.
Aside from that quibble, hot damn!!!! 🔥🔥🔥 A delightful modern AU. Keep blessing us with the porn.
If you can suspend your belief for the astronomical odds that Feyre and Rhys would bump into each other on the Underground, accidentally swap phones, and then get off at the same exact station, I hope you can give that same energy for the little bit of time fudging so that Feyre could orgasm when the clock struck, all in the spirit of enjoying a light-hearted, cheesy new years eve fic
I'm glad you liked the story and the porn, but I really didn't appreciate getting an unsolitced critique for a one shot I wrote for fun in my free time over a year ago
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What is Eris doing? 👀
Realizing 60 years of pretending he didn't have a mate was all for nothing because now she's in his dungeon and she hates him
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