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There have been times in my life when someone else's art was the only thing holding me together.

The only tether that my soul had to this earth.

Do you think that the artists realize that when they create?

That they one day just might save a soul bound for destruction?

Or are they just taming their own wild beasts by pouring their own soul into creation?

How beautiful. How poetic. How existential.

One day I hope to be able to grasp their hand and say "I am here. I am here. I am here only because of your art. You made this and it saved me."

Instead I create too.

I write and I write and I write.

One day I hope to be able to give them my art and say "It is here. It is here. It is here only because of your art. You made this and it saved me and in turn my art exists now too."

#after silly goofy always comes existential #felt cute might delete

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My entire life feels like an ongoing drabble fic with no one to tell it to.

#its really poetic if you think about it #silly goofy mood

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Current state of mind --

7 tabs open, 4 of them WIPs. (2 devastating, 1 smut, 1 chapter to a new fic, Tumblr and 2 essays that need grading for my tutor kids)

1 credit card application and 1 phone call to my father later and my A/C will be fixed IN A WEEK (Why does my dad always sound suspicious like I'm calling for bail money?)

Should I take an edible? (Is that even a question?)

Why does my cat never snuggle me? (Am I a bad cat mom?)

I need to go to bed earlier tonight. (Pssh...yeah ok)

#everything is fine #this is fine #im not avoiding doing actual work at all

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The AC went out and its 83 degrees in my house. I'm working on my WIP on my laptop which is overheating on my sunburned thighs. I am suffering so that all my readers can suffer emotionally later.

#and im glad to do it #fanfiction writer #its worth it #azriel fanfic #wip

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Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰

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The overwhelming urge I have to go ahead and say YOLO and post Part 3 of Unbound. I know whats coming and I want to share it soooo bad. I've re read it like a thousand times and it still makes me emotional.

#sorry though #you gotta wait 2 weeks #save the date #azriel x oc #azriel x original character #azriel fluff

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I don't think Patrick is going to be too pleased to hear that I've binged at least 3 Azriel death fics this week. He's probably going to have to give me the coping skills talk again.

#patrick is my therapist #hes cool and all #but he can be a real buzzkill sometimes #azriel angst #it hurts so good

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You'd think that after the shocking amount of Azriel fanfiction I have stored in my WIP, that my computer would have figured out that I do in fact mean AZRIEL when I type his name and not ARIEL.

#lay off spellcheck #i know what im doing here #azriel shadowdaddy #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fanfiction

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Delulu land. Population - 2.

I'm so on board. Screw the rest of the plot. And Nesta is absolutely a horse girl.

actually, if you look at the end of ACOSF, it's setting up Eris' book

#neris #eris vanserra #eris vandaddy #think of the sexual tension

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There are ships you consume. And then there are ships that consume you in a never-ending abyss of complete brainrot.

#the accuracy

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Working on my Feral Az smut - and I've got it going at a nice simmer for sure. I want this bad boy to BOIL. Help me out yall. What are your spicy headcanons about our favorite Bat Boy and his pregnant mate?

#send asks #give me ideas #please and thank you #azriel smut #feral az

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Also, fanart tends to fall into the much more legal gray area than fanfiction. The art itself is an interpretation of text. You could get many different interpretations of the same character from many people. Fan art is taking words on a page and using your imagination to bring them to life. Its not easy to have legal jurisdiction over someones imagination. Especially if the original book has no art of its own that is copywrited - then its hard to say "Oh yeah, that's EXACTLY what my character would look like therefore it's a ripoff of my work."

Whereas with fanfiction, its a little more concrete. I could write a book with another character named Azriel who has shadow magic but EVERYTHING ELSE about my story is different. Would it be copyright infringement? No, but it would be frowned upon. But if I start using the same settings, side characters, magic system, etc - it becomes way easier to pinpoint and say "Hey, this is obviously where you got this from." The list of infrigments is easier to tally up when it comes to fanfiction - therefore making it more likely to be prosecuted if the author so decides.

Question for fandom authors and artists who know more than me (yes, probably you)

Hi! This question is entirely well intentioned. I ask it with absolutely no malice, just genuine curiosity! I'm sure someone knows the answer or at least has a decent guess but I've been puzzling this in my head and am not sure I'm close to an answer.

What is the difference between commissioning fanart, and commissioning hand-bound fanfic (assuming the fanfiction author has consented to have their works bound in general)? This is also excepting people who hand bind fics (with permission) for themselves or to give as a gift to a friend.

What makes one acceptable and the other not? I understand the reasoning behind bound fanfictions being a problem, I'm more struggling with why that reasoning doesn't apply to fanart. Is it because the medium is more similar between fanfictions and fanart?

This has truly been baffling me so I thought someone might be able to give some insight. Thank you in advance, you wonderful kind people!

#fanfic

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Starborn, Fireheart & Lady Death - CC, TOG & ACOTAR

Artist: renata_watsonn

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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking

#moots #i love you

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Kind of want to do a series of one-shots with an overarching storyline that’s an ACOTAR and Ice Planet Barbarians style crossover.

So basically a symbiont like in IPB is required for the survival of fae and humans, but it causes resonance in an effort to repopulate Prythian after a lost war and each chapter would feature a pairing of an OC with an ACOTAR character.

Heavy on the whole mating bond/breeding kink/strong males simping for delicate humans and trying to “woo” them type of thing.

#take my money #give it to me now #the best of both worlds

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Just A Girl | Eris x Rhysand's Sister

summary: Your father throws a ball in your honor. When Beron belittles you, you decide to show him what you're capable of, catching the attention of his firstborn.

word count: 2K

a/n: Hi guys! It's been a hot minute since I've written anything and I feel rusty lol (kinda like when you stop riding your bike and have to relearn type of feel.) Anyway, this is entirely based off no doubt's just a girl bc I felt like it gave off Rhys's sister vibes and then I thought why not incorporate this into an au I had planned for an Eris x Rhys's sister one shot??

“When I’m High Lord, I’ll go–”

“I’m sure you’ll go far,” you interrupt, a half smile playing on your lips as you look up at the first born of Spring. With his luscious blond hair, striking green eyes, and well-defined jawline, he's undeniably a sight to behold. Unfortunately, his personality doesn't match his looks—dull yet somehow arrogant and miserably misogynistic. 

You don’t have it in you to spare him a moment longer, especially not when his overbearing pride is becoming overwhelming for your senses. You push past the desire to call upon your abilities and manipulate his emotions into something more humbling. He is not worth exposing your powers.

With a pat on his shoulder–too harsh for his liking– you add, “and I really hope you stay there. It was nice speaking with you, Heathen.”

“It’s Heath.”

You give an uninterested hum before making your way to the refreshments table, desperate for something to soothe the tension between your brows. A silent prayer is sent to the Cauldron that no other male approaches you with a lame attempt at conversation. If they are interested in you, they should at least be able to hold a good one. One that doesn’t incorporate any microaggressions toward you.

Fortunately for you, it is your brother who approaches you next. He takes your–what was it? fourth or sixth, you can’t remember– champagne flute from your grasp with an effortless ease. A glare settles upon your features as you watch him chug it before fixing your gaze straight ahead, to the dais where your father and mother sit. 

Your father occupies the grand throne, while your mother sits beside him in a smaller, less ornate chair. The Lady of the Night Court—magnificent and burdened with countless responsibilities—receives none of the praise that is lavished upon your father. Despite her contributions to your court, she is not held in the same regard… simply because she is a female.

It leaves you to wonder what your destiny is.

Rhysand looks at you with sympathy, and you realize that in your moment of vulnerability, you've let your mental shields slip. “Please, save your breath,” you mutter.

Sensing Cassian and Azriel approaching, you flash them a small, relieved smile. “And please, stay by my side,” you say, your eyes scanning the room where multiple pairs of eyes are fixed on you. You feel so exposed and though it’s no surprise, it leaves you unsettled. When your gaze meets that of one of Autumn's sons, you quickly look away and strengthen the shield around you.

“I could use my scary brother privileges right now.”

“Who are we scaring, princess?” Cassian asks, flexing his muscles as he pretends to adjust the cuffs of his dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows.

Azriel lets out a snort, but his keen eyes are already scanning the room, easily locating the Autumn male. The red-haired male immediately cowers under his cold, hard stare.

“No one.” Rhysand replies, shooting them both a warning look. He then turns to you and you don’t need his daemati abilities to know what he’s about to say. “y/n–”

“Don’t you think I know exactly where I stand?” You interrupt him with an exhausted sigh.

Tonight was a celebration–a ball to honor you and all you’ve done for the Night Court during the war. When the war started, you were twenty-three and deemed too young to participate. Though, at that age, Rhysand had already completed the bloodrite and was esteemed a formidable warrior. You were fortunate that your father allowed you to train and even more so that he allowed you to join the Night Court council.

You quickly mastered the politics of war and the intricacies of the Prythian courts. Midway through the war, your father entrusted you to visit the war camps and delegate on his behalf. There was no doubt that it was a privilege you were granted due to your powers. Still, you embraced it eagerly and tonight was the night you would officially be recognized as an emissary.

But of course, many–especially the sons of the High Lords–confused tonight as your debutante ball. You were in your third decade, after all. While your brother was recognized as a fierce warrior and heir, you were regarded as a highly sought out bachelorette. 

Lucky you.

“I am meant to be pretty and docile,” you continue, gesturing to yourself. 

The dress you wore was far from your usual preference. The bodice, adorned with intricate beadwork and sequins, featured a sweetheart neckline that teased a glimpse of your breast—but not too much. The skirt of the gown was voluminous, made of layers of soft tulle that shimmered delicately with every step as the light caught the scattered sequins. It was a beautiful black ball gown, crafted by your mother's talented hands. Yet, you much preferred dresses that clung to you like a second skin, revealing more of your figure.

To put it frankly, you felt quite suffocated in this gown. And you rather not even get started on your makeup. You were transformed into a perfect painting of a sweet and innocent princess. Not the daring and powerful female you knew yourself to be.

“Desirable but not too attainable.”

 “However, that does not mean I need to be consistently tortured by dull conversations and hungry stares from controlling males,” you finish, crossing your arms against your chest with a scowl. “No one has even asked me about my role in this court.”

“Oh, yeah. How is it being an emissary to the Night Court?” Cassian asks, earning a smack to the back of his head from Azriel.

“Just splendid,” you reply with a sarcastic smile.

“You played a significant role in establishing peace between Spring and the rest of the courts after the war. I’m sure your efforts will not go unnoticed,” Rhysand assures you.

“Perhaps I played my role too well. Heathen has seemed to have taken an interest in me.”

It’s as if he heard his name being called, for the blonde male’s gaze meets yours across the ballroom. He winks at you with that stupid, cocky smirk of his. A grimace crosses your face. You had been hoping your conversation from earlier would deter him. It seems it has only spurred him on.

“He’s... pretty,” Rhysand starts, but then trails off, struggling to find a compliment for Heath. “Pretty full of himself,” he finally manages, shooting you an almost apologetic glance.

Both of you erupt into laughter.

“It could be worse,” Azriel comments after a moment, a futile attempt at making you feel better. “It could be the heir to Autumn. As the by-product of growing up under Beron’s cruelty, I hear he’s pretty ruthless. Might even turn out to be crueler than him. At least Heath isn’t as bright…”

“Ouch,” Cassian says with a playful wince, almost feeling bad for the Spring heir.

Your eyes find the male in question. Eris Vanserra. His vibrant red hair makes him and his siblings easy to spot in a crowded room. Surprisingly, Eris hasn't made any attempt to approach you tonight. Unlike his brothers. Instead, he stands by his mother's side. She appears uncomfortable and weary, her arm linked with his as she rubs her swollen, pregnant belly.

 As you focus on him, you feel a mix of anger and concern. “Somehow, I doubt that,” you voice your thoughts out loud, following the trail of emotions. Your eyes land on the recipient of his anger. Beron. The High Lord of Autumn stands amongst the other High Lords, engaged in conversation with your father.

Sensing your gaze on him, your father looks up from where you stand. He holds a hand up, summoning you and your brother.

“Time to shine,” Rhysand says, holding his hand out to you.

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“Ah, my son,” your father greets with a smile as you and Rhysand come to a stop before him and the other High Lords. He then turns to you, violet eyes alight with pride that has your chest swelling with warmth. At least your father recognizes your worth and you don't dare to wonder if he'd see you the same if you weren't blessed with your power.

“My daughter, the guest of honor," he introduces, reaching for your hand to pull you to his side. You offer a polite smile and curtsy to the High Lords. “Y/n has done a lot for this court and all of Prythian. Tonight is a means to show my immense gratitude and present her with the official title of lead emissary of the Night Court.”

It is the High Lord of the Winter Court who speaks first, offering a slight bow of his head. “I look forward to continuing working with you, Lady y/n.”

“A wise and thoughtful member of the Night Court.” High Lord Thesan says with an amiable smile, the High Lords of Day, Summer and Spring sharing his sentiments.

However, the same cannot be said for the High Lord of Autumn. His lips curl in distaste, the thought of having to interact with a female tasting sour on his tongue. He had tolerated you before but only due to the war.

“You expect me to welcome her to my court to discuss important matter?" Beron huffs. "She’s just a girl.”

You don’t speak. You don’t even make a sound. But the look in your eyes…the look in your eyes was downright murderous.

Memories begin to flood your mind of you being berated and undermined. The box in which you had locked away your emotions can no longer contain them. A wave of anger and frustration begins to surge forth...

Rhysand knew exactly what was about to happen, his hand silently reaching out for yours. To hold you back.

But it was too late. Your mind was like a wall of steel. Impenetrable.

All you saw was red, your wings bursting forth from your glamor, unfurling behind you. They tore through the seams of your dress, provoking gasps. Swiftly, your magic mends the fabric, accommodating your true form.

Tendrils of darkness emanate from your outstretched hands, weaving through the air like sinister ribbons. Your gaze, unwavering and intense, remains fixated on Beron.  With each movement of your fingers, the room plunges deeper into shadow. The once-illuminated space is now consumed by a thick veil of darkness. Even Azriel’s shadows, accustomed to the darkness themselves, cling onto him like a second skin.

As the last glimmer of light fades into oblivion, the ballroom becomes a chamber of obsidian night. With a mere thought, you tap into the emotions swirling within the hearts of those present. Careful to be subtle upon the intrusion as you do not want to expose the true extent of your abilities.

You summon only the most negative emotions like a maestro orchestrating a symphony. Screams erupt, drawing your lips upwards. You can feel resistance against your power and whether it is from your father or brother or even one of the other High Lords, you can’t tell.

Gathering all your pent up frustrations, you use it to fuel your strength, wanting to hold onto this moment of mayhem just a bit longer. It is only when you feel Beron’s heart racing, feel the trace of fear threatening to dim the fire in his veins that you let go.

In the blink of an eye, your tendrils of darkness disperse, succumbing to the resistance. The faelights adorning the ballroom shimmer to life once more and the moon’s light seeps back into the room. It casts an ethereal glow over you, revealing the calm and cool expression on your face. Yet, your eyes remain seething with the fury of a dark, raging storm.

Beron's scowl deepens at your display. He parts his mouth in disbelief, looking towards your father, who says nothing. Beron then looks back at you.

For once in his miserable life, he is at a loss for words. Pride swells in your chest and you push against the talons raking across your mind, wanting to bask in your small victory.

“I’m just a girl,” you finally say and then give a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders before turning to leave.

Reveling in the animosity radiating off of him, your smirk deepens as you recognize a faint trace of humiliation somewhere among the fire of his wrath.

The assembled crowd parts before you, their gazes a mixture of disdain, shock, and fear. You keep your head held high and eyes focused straight ahead. Dread begins to settle in, the onset of a headache from overexertion threatening to break your composure.

Still, you carry on, feigning nonchalance. The only sounds echoing through the room are the hushed whispers and the sharp click of your heels against the marble floors.

Yet, amidst the sea of wary onlookers, one figure stands apart.

Eris.

The heir to the Autumn court is leaning casually against the wall near the exit doors, his mother nowhere to be seen. The corner of his lips are upturned into a smirk, amber eyes alight with amusement and curiosity and perhaps, even something more.

Your steps threaten to falter as your eyes meets his. He looks back at you, holding your gaze with a searing intensity, it sends a shiver down your spine. He looks at you in a way no one ever has...as if he can see you for you who you really are.

Because you aren’t just a girl.

You’re the daughter of the Night Court. A shining star. A force to be reckoned with and one he finds himself irresistibly drawn to.

a/n: I honestly don't know how to feel about this one. I guess it's kind of a prequel to my upcoming one shot. Also, you can't tell me Eris wouldn't find anyone besting his dad like reader did in this hot lol

general tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria

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🔥- Smut 💕- Fluff 🙈- Angst

Masterlist Header by @saradika-graphics

Please read all warnings on fics - some fics contain heavy emotional topics and explicit descriptions. All fics will be appropriately tagged at the time of posting. Please read them carefully before diving in. Your mental health matters.

Azriel

🔥 Winner Takes All - After returning from a girls retreat weekend at the cabin, Nesta and Celeste find out the Bat Boy husbands have made a bet they are sure to lose. (Azriel x OC Celeste)

🔥Here Comes The Sun - When the Spymaster of the Night Court discovers your little crush, you end up crossing a lot of firsts off your list. (Azriel x You/Reader)

Continuing Series

Unbound - Not having a mating bond didn't stop the love Azriel and Celeste have for each other or their commitment. When an unknown magic lingering from Celeste's past causes her to lose all memories of the last century, will they be able to rebuild their life without a bond tethering them together? (Azriel x OC Celeste)

💕🙈 Part 1 - They Don't Know About Us

🙈 Part 2 - Don't Pull Away

Eris

🔥 Make It Hurt - After a truly terrible day you come home only to be surprised by the one and only Eris Vanserra and he knows how to make it all better. (Eris x You/Reader)

Elucien

💕 Scrabble Drabble - Family game night after weekly dinners tended to get a little contentious. It wasn’t unusual for someone to quit midway through or to accuse another of cheating. It was no different now that Lucien had joined in the weekly tradition with his mate, Elain.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar series #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x you #azriel x oc #azriel x original character #elucien #elucien fluff #azriel angst #azriel smut #eris vanserra smut #masterlist #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf