#future neris

[elliemarchetti]

A Court of Deadly Virtues (Book 1)

Plot: A Court of Mist and Fury retelling from Nesta’s POV. Set in ACOMAF bonus chapter

This is going to be totally canon-divergent further on, but for now every change is very subtle. Book 2 is full on Neris, so don’t expect a Nessian happy ending, just how I think their love story should’ve been. @a-court-of-valkyries this is the fic I was talking about in the tags of this post if you want to give it a try

Words: 1.154

Part 1

Chastity [2/7]

Someone had been flying in circles over the green-roofed house for at least ten minutes, and although Nesta repeatedly told herself it didn’t matter who would come, when they landed at the door she finally admitted she wished it was Cassian. She enjoyed arguing with him a little too much, and since last time he had to leave in such a rush, she wasn’t exactly sure of who won the argument, so she wanted the chance to have the last, definitive word. Furthermore, she liked being looked at by someone at her level, someone ready to retort even when she said the worst mean things a human mind can conceive. Cassian was certainly no courtier, but he was able to stand up to them and this was as much as Nesta could aspire to at the moment. She’d sent word yesterday about precisely when she expected the Fae to show up – emptying the house of all servants so often would raise more suspicion than it was safe, so she came up with a flawless plan – and when someone knocked it was a matter of a heartbeat before she yanked the door open with a sharp movement. Whomever it was, they were cloaked in magic, and Nesta saw nothing but thinning patches of snow melting on the muddy lawn and the sloping drive cutting through it.

“Who’s at the door?” asked the insufferably nosy housekeeper Elain loved so much.

“No one, just the wind,” she replied, and though she didn’t really expected the woman to trust her, not after what she’d seen on Feyre’s last visit, she was quite unnerved when she scuttled into the immaculate foyer to make sure she wasn’t lying and even more when she had to repeat herself after she declared she was retiring to her room and she wanted to be left alone for at least an hour. The housekeeper’s eyes thinned to stilts as she strode up the grand, carpeted staircase with steps quiet as death, the heavy, pale purple gown tight enough in the bodice to show off her slim waist and the fitted sleeves displaying her slender arms a clear sign she was hiding something. She chose how to dress and style her hair with meticulous attention and it was already paying off, for she was now sure it was definitely Cassian who was following her as silent as a ghost. She felt it in her stomach, she sensed it in the tingling caressing her spine; that Fae gave her such a physical response she was sure she should’ve been afraid of it, yet she revelled in his lust when she touched herself at night, enjoying the sensation but not the provider, fearing she might become addicted and make a faux pas. As soon as she entered her spacious bedroom, bedecked in velvets and silks of varying shades of blue and silver, and shut the oak door behind her, the heavy, slow posture vanished along with Cassian’s cloaking. A blink was her only tell of surprise in front of his wide wings.

“You’re ten minutes late,” she said, moving toward the crackling fire, where the sound of the flames might cover their voices.

“I do have other duties, you know,” he retorted, equally quiet, flashing a grin. It was a lie, he wasn’t late because of the armies he led for Rhysand, but she let the fool bask in his sense of victory, never recoiling, only lifting her chin to meet his stare.

“You need me far more than I need you, you should remember it. So let’s start again, nicer this time, and maybe I’ll be prone to help,” she replied as he took a step closer, bracing a hand on the mantel. Nesta leaned close enough to breathe in his scent, and it hit her in the gut so hard she could barely focus on making sure her eyes didn’t roll back into her head. She could nearly taste it, snow-chilled wind and embers, and she wondered if his skin had the same sweetness or if he was somehow more like the mortals in this sense. She would never know, not if he stood poised instead of burying his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder, not if his iron will kept him from touching her.

“There are other ways I could play nice, Nesta Archeron,” he purred as he moved closer, less than a hand’s span between their faces. The offer was another test, no doubt to find a weakness she was unwilling to show. A small smile curved her lips.

“If I wanted a male pawing at me,” she said, refusing to let her chin lower, “I’d sooner ask one of the hounds.”

Those words should’ve hurt him, but his insufferable smile persisted and Cassian went right for the throat as he asked if she’d ever been with a male. Telling the truth would’ve gave her no real advantage, but it wasn’t a loss either, and she was too tempted to know how deep he lusted for her not to use her virginity against him.

“Why should I have bothered?” she asked, pushing gently on his broad chest. A trained killer, a predator by birth and training, and yet he straightened when she stepped closer, a move that would’ve deleted the distance between their lips. He was scared, she realized with a cocky grin, scared and frustrated. It wasn’t a good mix of emotions to read on a man’s face, especially when a woman was alone in his company. The last time she’d seen it was when she cut things off with Tomas Mandray, and it hadn’t exactly ended well.

“Who did it?” Cassian asked through gritted teeth, with such certainty in his voice she almost feared he read her thoughts. She hated Tomas, she hated him so much she sometimes wished he’d be run over by a carriage, but the Fae’s eyes promised torture.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorted, and started to withdraw her hand when he grabbed it with a movement too quick for her mortal senses and pressed it to his chest, right above his galloping heart.

“Someone hurt you,” he stated, his tone so low and at the same time so mighty. It wasn’t a question.

“Would it change anything?” she asked, a shiver running slowly down her spine. She knew it wouldn’t, inexplicably, she knew he would still want her and kill for her and it shamefully turned her on so much she closed her eyes and gave him total access to her neck.

“Who?” he asked again, as his lips lightly brushed her throat. It was only a whispered bet, a murmur inaudible to any human ear, but Cassian was a Fae, and when Nesta opened her eyes she found herself alone in the room with a letter for the Queens on her bedside table and her hands dirty by association.

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #future neris #give me time #and you'll get a glorious eris pov #for now i #if you like acomaf nessian #but despise acosf #this is for you #acotar fanfiction #acomaf fanfiction

[idonotbitemythumbatyou]

I've read a lot of fics where Bashir gains enough self awareness to realize that his little "frontier medicine" spiel was a fucked up thing to say to Kira.

I understand the wish fulfillment. However. Let us be for real for just one moment:

Julian said that and immediately forgot about it.

Kira has logged it in her memory and weighed every new piece of information about the good doctor against that fucked up thing he said about her homeland. But Julian was already three thoughts past it as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He will never think about that sentence again. He will never realize why he made a terrible first impression. Unless someone sits him down and explains point by point why it was a messed up thing to say, he will never understand. And no one is going to do that.

#keiko might actually #but why would I do that to her? #star trek #ds9 #julian bashir #kira nerys #I'm not saying he would say the same thing in the future #he grows a lot. #just that character growth doesn't mean you can undo the mistakes you wouldn't make anymore

[babblingbear09]

DS9 Dance Party!

#wow this was harder than I thought #Ill have to take my time with this sometime in the future but it was a fun experiment! #but they all need some R&R after dealing with Dukat #deep space nine #ds9 #elim garak #ds9 odo #julian bashir #kira nerys #jadzia dax #quark #ds9 quark #Odo #captain sisko #benjamin sisko #ds9 fan art #I just realized I forgot to add Worf to my picture #whoops #i knew i was forgetting something

[honorarypines]

Some of my blorbos that I havent been drawing often enough even though they deserve all the attention and appreciation. Maybe this year I'll do them more justice

Separate portraits under the cut:

#six fanarts #kind of? #jack sullivan #the last kids on earth #tlkoe jack #tlkoe fanart #the walking dead #walking dead #walking dead connie #twd fanart #marty mcfly #back to the future #bttf fanart #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #critical role #tlovm fanart #kira nerys #star trek #star trek deep space nine #deep space 9 #star trek ds9 #star trek fanart #fanart

[smallblueandloud]

we reached looking for par'mach in all the wrong places! on the first day of pride month, no less!!!!

jadzia's characterization in that episode has always struck me as a little weird BUT she's there and she's a main character and she's allowed to be a klingonphile and also just like... i love jadzia/worf, they're a good couple!

watching a storyline that is very, VERY arguably polyam in a room with people who have probably never heard of polyamory was Weird, naturally, but now i'm here so i can read some keiko/kira/miles fic and be happy :D

i just!! i love star trek! i love all the characters, the cultural worldbuilding (when it isn't dumb and/or racist), the relationships, the cheesy dialogue... this episode very much isn't perfect but like, i had a lot of fun with it and it advances one of the only polyam-adjacent storylines i've seen in mainstream media, so! i'm really glad to have seen it, and to have seen it on june 1 no less!

#sb and l rambles #sb and l watches st #star trek #ds9 #looking for par'mach in all the wrong places #polyamory #genuinely the ''resolution'' between nerys and miles at the end of this episode still makes me so sad T_T #i know keiko is supposed to be oblivious but it really does feel like keiko's trying to maneuver her emotionally closed-off husband and #potential future partner into a position where they might discuss a relationship. but then they both firmly say no FOR KEIKO'S SAKE #and she must believe it's because they don't want her or each other T_T even though they really actually do T_T #i love this episode but the resolution of that subplot always makes me so sad...

[27treks]

god I wish I had ds9 on DVD still tonight would be delicious with it I miss odo

#rapid posting sorry i just want him and nerys to both rail me into the future il thirsty

[dinovelvet1999]

::senza titolo per questo momento::

Acrilico Pennarelli Sputo e percolato su tela 150X100X4

2022

#dinovelvet alphavirus crew #dinovelvet #picture #photo #world #it #abstract #surrealist #working class #guerra #buchi neri #lattice #intraday #estradiol #intradosso #estradosso #cubism #futurism #futurama

[issabees]

Hey guys, I know I don’t post much in this blog anymore and I am not exactly sure who will see this but I’m posting this because today is the Philippine Presidential Elections and, just like what other people here are already saying, we’re fighting for our lives right now.

We are fighting against the return of dictatorship in the country. We are fighting against the continuation of corruption and injustice. We are fighting for a better future. We are fighting, so that we may finally know peace.

Today, multiple issues regarding the elections have come up. Vote-Counting Machines (VCMs) “malfunctioning”, SD cards missing, people getting PAID for voting for the dictator’s son and his party, and more. Even the commission in charge of ENSURING FAIR ELECTIONS is failing to fully understand the grasp said issues, wasting people’s time and votes.

If you do find this post and read it, all I ask is that you share the news about the Philippines. Anything about today (May 9, 2022), about Halalan 2022/PH Elections 2022, about BBM and the Marcos Family, about Leni Robredo, Kiko Pangilinan, Chel Diokno and the rest of Robredo’s senatorial slate (+ Neri Colmenares),

and if this inspires you to learn everything else, then please do.

We are asking for your help, not in votes, but in sharing what is happening here to the rest of the world. Whatever happens, whatever the results are, we want the whole world to see what is going on. (But thank you to the foreign news outlets who have been speaking on this).

All the Filipinos are asking for is a fair government, where lives are recognized and uplifted. We cannot be kept in the dark again, we have had enough.

And if we need to meet in EDSA once again, then so be it.

#philippines #halalan 2022 #elections 2022 #ph elections 2022 #leni rebredo for president #kiko pangilinan for vice president #leni robredo #kiko pangilinan #chel diokno #philippine elections #philippine elections 2022 #philippine politics #politics #social justice

[quaissants]

ISA LANG    ୨୧    PARK JONGSEONG ˒  JAY

purpose born to be niki coded, transformed into arthur nery coded ・ gender neutral reader + word count 857 genre fluff .. angst .. best friends au warnings mention of food note i swear this is based on a dialogue prompt but i forgot the user — return to the academy

jay wasn’t made for late nights.

as much as he doesn’t want to stir guilt within his best friend, he struggles to conceal the symptoms. swallowed by his wrinkled hoodie, he curls his tired figure against the headboard. the light hum of the air conditioning can’t conceal the yawns that falter from his lips every now and then.

through half-lidded eyes, he watches you huff one more time during your battle with your phone. jay may be sleepy, but he hasn’t breached the line between reality and fantasy. how could he when you’re so eager to show him something?

apparently you’d finally taken the near-full storage warning seriously and begun your trip down memory lane. it wasn’t the easiest task to fulfill, but for the integrity of your phone’s health (and future mementos that you were definitely going to earn), it was about time. besides, it’d brought you back to this elusive picture—that had sunk into the trenches of your gallery once more because you forgot that making a folder or saving it in favorites exist—that jay was just a little eager to see.

the bespectacled male’s frames hang on the precipice right when you exclaim, “here, finally found it!”

it’s almost comical how quickly he sits up the moment the announcement comes. he doesn’t like the taste of caffeine during hours like this, yet he absorbs the side effects of your excitement so eagerly. of course, he’ll always defend himself by claiming the circumstances are different—you’re different.

shuffling closer until he can feel your warmth—and smell your apple-cinnamon scented fabric softener—pressed next to him, he looks down at your phone screen. truthfully, and with little thoughts he had during the passing hour, he’d expected to see a picture of from a special occasion, your friends and family. if he had to stretch a little, perhaps a picture of your ex who triggered some sirens in his mind.

(only god, and his other best friends, know how relieved he was to learn that his radar weren’t far off. that, and you had believed him even when he himself was doubting his own instincts. he saved you a chapter of migraines and arguments.)

but no, he was actually staring at himself. well, his past self, but still him—park jay. your partner in crime, go-to consultant for a variety of matters (specializing in both look and cook books), best friend for this life and the following ones.

and he doesn’t even try to hide his confusion. “that’s.. me.”

“obviously,” you laugh, unintentionally drawing more invisible question marks over his head. “see, that’s one of the ways i knew you had fallen so deep into that conversation. i’d also forgotten to turn off the shutter sound at the time, but you didn’t flinch.”

as intently as he stares at the photo, jay can’t recall this moment in particular. he still owns that denim jacket, but it’s been a while since he’s seen those natural mocha tresses. his jaw’s a little sharper, but his eyes retain that soft edge you claim he possesses. with so many contrasts, it throws him off the timeline. but it’s not like he keeps track of things he himself says anyway, so he doubts he’ll remember without a refresher.

“wait, pause right there.. what was i talking about?”

“i can’t remember either.”

..that felt like the antonym of what he was looking for.

obviously amused by jay’s bewildered expression, you decide to throw him a stem. “i don’t think i was even part of the conversation in the first place. we were at jake’s birthday party, yet you, him, and sunghoon seemed to forget about that since the three of you were mostly glued to the living room. if heeseung hadn’t called you guys over so the birthday boy could blow out the candles, we would have cut the cake already.”

oh that; jay can remember that part. it’s not that he has favorites you’re his number one but when he and his fellow liner friends land in the same space and time, they’re bound to talk as if they haven’t seen each other in years. ironic, since he’s pretty sure they were just chatting on discord about their genshin pulls a few hours before the party, but he digresses.

“right, but still, what’s up with this picture? was it just a random snap for your photo dump?” he asks, more curious than anything else; definitely more than tired.

“i just really liked how passionate you seemed to be in that moment. you were so.. expressive, i guess? like, even if i had no idea what you were talking about, i could tell that it meant a lot to you. and then you’d do these small gestures to paint a more clear picture for the two, even add some silly sound effects to the moves. our other friends would smile or even chuckle over how enthusiastic you sounded before returning to their conversations, whereas i was pretty much stuck watching you go on and on.”

“sounds like i had you wrapped around my finger then.” he jests, lighthearted words complemented by the slight curve of his rosy lips.

you play along; rolling your eyes like it hurt to admit it. “i mean you’re not that far off. god, i almost fell in love with you then.”

god, he wish you had.

🎐 .. @stealanity @strxwberry-skiess @sohnric @sanaxo-o + send an ask to be added!

QUAISSANTS, 2024. do not steal or else i bite.

#k-labels #hiraya-m #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enha scenarios #enha imagines #park jay x reader #park jay imagines #park jay scenarios

[decadentpostnachos-evil-twin]

This is why you can't have a discussion nowadays. People's narrative being "My opinion is the only opinion, Idc what you say you are wrong."

Bitch Honey, if you can't deal with someone else's opinion, maybe don't post shit in the internet for everyone to see.

You can't put up with morally dark characters who are actually morally dark and not trying to justify their actions.

Besides, the worst thing we actively see Eris do in all of the books is saying that Morrigan dresses like a slut and calling Cassian some slurs. Plus we know that he left Morrigan at the border without touching her (what was he supposed to do, take her to Beron? Srsly, use your brains people. Please.)

None of these things were nice.

But how does this in any way compare to slaughtering a whole village of people for revenge (Cassian)?

Or better yet, to leave a head on a spike in the garden of someone else for shits and giggles, be a ruler for centuries and yet not manage to stop women in your territory from being mutiliated, even though you call yourself the "most powerful High Lord to ever rule" or some shit. Or SA your apparent future wife, also just for fun because he could have left Feyre in the cell in acotar and no one would have given two shits except for Tamlin and Lucien who would have been worried for her. Stealing millenia old artifacts. Threatening to kill everyone who doesn't share your opinion, constantly and therefore jeopardizing an alliance against the main enemy. Keeping mass destruction weapons in your posession without telling anyone outside of your "family" about it. Misusing your wife and mate as a breeder and not even informing her about the fact that she will likely die in childbirth, instead leaving your sister in law to sacrifice the brunt of her own magic to safe her sister. Belittling a man dealing with heavy depression and PTSD for really no apparent reason other than your own petiness, telling him he should kill himself when he's at his lowest AFTER he saved your mates life, your life and essentially turned the tide in a war. And I could go on.

How are the narrative and part of the fandom able to find excuses for Rhysand's fucked up behaviour over and over and paint him the misunderstood hero, but Eris is evil incarnate because he did what again? Left Morrigan at the border, most likely knowing she would be found and taken care of (at the ripe age of...very much younger than her, too, mathematics say) and called Cassian a brute.

"Good to know that after five hundred years, you still dress like a slut." -Eris in acowar to Morrigan. This is him saying she dresses like a slut. Not calling her one.

I'm not trying to make excuses for Eris here. He's an asshole, I'm aware of it, and the absolute majority of his stans are aware of it. But that's about it. So if you make some post about "abusive men", and include Tamlin and Eris, then reflect on what fucked up shit your favs did. Because if saying someone dresses like a slut and leaving her lying around injured but untouched by you (when you have no responsibility for her state at all) is horrible and abusive, I'd like to know what you would call all the shit Rhysand pulled.

On the other hand, I'd like to say something about Neris shippers being racist, because I don't see how? I could honestly care less for how Cassian looks or his ethnicity, this is about him having literally no backbone and treating Nesta like shit throughout acosf when she was clearly not in a good place, mentally. If y'all wanna be degraded for having ugly trauma I can't help you. I liked Nessian in acowar, they had potential. But acosf? Nah.

#anti rhysand #anti rhys #eris vanserra #anti feysand #anti morrigan #anti cassian #neris #nesta archeron #pro tamlin

[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ mention of being overwhelmed

☆ notes & taglist will now be at the bottom ☆

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

CHAPTER 2 ☆ THE POWER OF HAN JISUNG

notes ☆ i know it's not a lot moving forward here, but i'm hoping the next chapter will have more in that sense 😅 i'm thinking of making a posting schedule as to not overwhelm myself, and will let you guys know if i do ! i also wanna mention that in the future this smau will also have written or partially written chapters! not for a while though probably

taglist ☆ @marcillfll @toplinelix @neri-ner

#✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES #lee felix x reader #lee felix #lee felix x fem reader #skz #stray kids #stray kids smau #lee felix smau #non idol au #skz smau #social media au #lee yongbok #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #yn #lee felix x yn #skz au

[elliemarchetti]

A Court of Deadly Virtues (Book 1)

Plot: A Court of Mist and Fury retelling from Nesta’s POV. Set in Chapter 57.

This is going to be more canon-divergent further on, but for now every change involves mostly Nesta and Cassian’s relationship.

Previous chapters

Words: 1.107

Kindness [4/7]

Only the eldest and the golden Queens attended the second meeting, escorted by five guards each. By the time they decided on the perfect date, spring had begun in the Mortal Lands, and crocuses and daffodils were poking their heads out of the no longer frozen earth. Feyre still wore her flowing ivory robe and gold feathered crown, but this time she and Rhysand held hands resolutely. The older woman ran her shrewd eyes over them and sat down without an invitation, arranging the skirts of her emerald robe around her. The negotiations were less gracious, and not even the images of the secret, beautiful city showed by the Veritas were worthy of the rulers trust.

“Who says this isn’t another manipulation?” the crone asked. “A lot has changed since the war and the Morrigan’s so called friendship with our female ancestors. Perhaps you’re not who you say you are and the High Lord crept into our minds to make us believe he has allies more powerful than those he can really count on. It would explain why you seek our help so desperately.”

“That’s crazy talk,” hissed Nesta, unable to hold her tongue any longer. “Crazy talk from arrogant, crazy fools.”

Feyre turned to her with a pleading expression at the same time as Elain reached out to silence her, but there were too many innocent lives at stake to stand back and let everyone else do the dirty work. If they didn’t want to risk their lives, so be it, but they at least owed them a chance to fight back.

“Perhaps an evacuation is possible...” speculated the golden woman, but it was evident she was just making up things to shut her up.

“We’ll need ten thousand ships,” Nesta replied, her voice nearly breaking. She did the math for a whole night and ran over the same calculations nearly a hundred times, fearing she missed something, hoping there was an error and they weren’t really in need of such a fleet, but she was right, and she didn’t even started to consider the cost of transportation from the inner villages. Everyone was talking about numbers, and hypothetical lives, but Nesta knew those people, she knew they had nothing, she knew families born poor and farmers who preferred to die than abandon their fields or a couple of decrepit cows. No mortal knew the whole truth about the Fae, their knowledge based on erroneous legends and rumours, they had no idea what they would’ve to endure and they didn’t know how to fight. They would be slain, and what little good was left in their simple lives blown away like a house of cards in a blizzard.

“We’re stuck here,” she resumed, cold rage and burning accusations exuding from her like a vengeful aura. “And you’ll watch us die in hope they’ll be satisfied and won’t look at the Continent, but they would, and if you do nothing you’re going to regret every choice you made in this room.”

The old Queen gripped the shiny armrests of her chair, furious at such obstinacy: “Then I suggest you ask one of your winged males to take you across the sea and see for yourself the power of our defences.”

Nesta stared at the woman in pure disgust. She wasn’t going to beg, she wasn’t going to ask for more, and judging by the look on Cassian’s face, even he wouldn’t have allowed her to make a fool of herself. It was a matter of pride, and love.

“Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this home. I fought alongside both humans and Fae who believed in equality, and I’ll be on that field again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this home and your people. I cannot think of a better way to end my life than to defend those who need it most,” said the Illyrian with such ardour, that for a moment Nesta felt more important than she was, not just a pawn in someone else’s game but a powerful player who somehow won the heart of Prythian’s most fearsome warrior. A single tear trickled down her hollow cheek, and thick calloused fingers were ready to wipe it away before it could fall on her dress. If he’d got down on his knee right now and asked her to marry him, it would’ve made less of a stir, but Nesta felt no embarrassment, and didn’t flinch at the almost familiar touch, completely ignoring the Morrigan who looked at them with wide eyes. She didn’t seem jealous or annoyed, even though Nesta suspected she and Cassian had some shared history, but rather amazed. The Queens didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, and as swiftly as they arrived, they disappeared from the large drawing room, leaving behind them a heavy lead box. Nesta gasped as Rhysand lifted it to reveal what was inside, but she didn’t lean over Cassian’s shoulder to find out what was written on the note resting on the second half of the coveted Book.

“You should come with us,” whispered the Fae, so softly only she and Elain, who was still by the window looking on her garden, could hear him. “You heard the situation and you’ve made perfect calculations. You should pack lightly and stay in Velaris for a while, as safe as it can be now that the Queens know of its existence.”

“I...”Elain muttered, looking like a dog caught in a snare. “I can’t.”

The words flowed out so quickly, and Elain looked so stubbornly at the floor, that Nesta wondered if she was having second thoughts on the wedding and something happened between her and Azriel. More than ever, the iron ring she wore on her finger seemed immensely ugly and unsuitable for her sweetest sister.

“Then I’ll send a unit of my soldiers to guard the estate. No one will notice their presence and they’ll be completely autonomous. If you change your mind, one of them will wait in this room at noon and midnight every day.”

Nesta just nodded, unable to find the right words to thank Cassian for such a great kindness.

“I wish things were different,” he admitted, before walking off to rejoin the rest of his companions, who were beginning to cast curious glances at them.

“I could never leave my sister,” Nesta replied, and momentarily prayed to some forgotten God for him to get close enough to touch, so she could remember what it was like to have their fingers intertwined, but he didn’t, and when the small group flew away, Nesta was unable to meet Elain’s guilty eyes.

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #a hint of elriel if you squint #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #feyre archeron #rhysand #mor #future neris #acotar fanfiction #acomaf retelling

[bijoumikhawal]

Writing Commissions

Hi! I will probably soon no longer be fundraising, but money keeps being tight for me. As I mentioned in my recent posts, I am willing to do fanfic commissions for works I'm familiar with of about 500-1000 words for a flat rate of $15, and figured I ought to make a better reference post on that. These can be in a lot of forms! Obviously narrative writing is the most common, but I do write extensive world building as well, and can write "clippings"- writing meant to look like part of a textbook or newspaper.

Properties I can verify I am familiar with:

Deep Space Nine

Pacific Rim

The Untamed and MDZS

SVSSS

TGCF

Word of Honor

Good Omens (book or radio)

The Once and Future Nerd

Revolutionary Girl Utena

The Yuzna Reanimator movies

to a lesser extent, meaning I may need to refresh my memory on something: Fullmetal Alchemist (specifically Brotherhood), most of Rick Riordan's books, The Raven Cycle, Star Trek TOS

Examples of recent fics of this length:

Teeth, a fic about Kira Nerys's relationship to a family tradition

Eat you up, a silly Garashir short

The Beetle and the Moon (a bit longer than the range here), a letter from Julian to Garak just before his last meeting with Sloan

Airing it out, Kira and Julian end up talking about marriage

White Fire, a "missing scene" from "Dr. Bashir, I Presume", with Julian and Garak

The night colored field, uhm. Kinky Garashir smut.

Night Time Visitor, a response to some feelings I have about the episode "If Wishes Were Horses"

Not willing to write:

graphic underage content

bigoted stories (not the same as a story wherein bigotry is expressed by a character), for example I would not write a story about Piper McLean being an alcoholic. It could be told in an empathic way, but I doubt I could capture that, and the prompt rests on a highly questionable premise.

character hitpieces

excessive gore, less because I'm squeamish and more out of a lack of experience

I would be taking payment through kofi (ko-fi.com/rosebijoumme) as opposed to directly through PayPal for privacy, just attach a note about what its for. If you are interested, DM me, we'll talk over what you want, and you can either do full payment upfront or half upfront and half upon completion.

#cipher talk #My writing

[theimaginatrix27]

To anyone in the position to edit future non-fandom wikis, from a blind fan

I have run up against this issue on the Star Trek Fandom wiki (I know Fandom is bad, if there's an alternative wiki for the Star Trek franchise please please point me to it), but I hope anyone else who edits/will edit any wikis for (particularly live-action) fandoms will hear my plea.

On behalf of all blind fans, I implore you:

When creating/editing a character's page, provide a physical description of them.

Yes, even if there are pictures. Blind people can't see those. Alt text for those pictures would also be nice because screen-readers can read alt text, and it's not always visible to a sighted person who just wants to check a thing real quick.

Yes, even if they basically look like the actor playing them. We also cannot see what actors look like, funnily enough.

Yes, even if you think some things are obvious. You never know what someone might have missed when watching the show/movie or playing the game/watching a let's play. Especially if they're blind/low-vision viewers.

Yes, even if you personally find it annoying. Wikis are an excellent reference if done well, and can be very helpful for reminding people of stuff, and for helping blind fans like myself know what something looks like, so long as the description is there. We find it annoying when there isn't all the information on a wiki page there could be.

Sincerely, a blind Treky who has looked up the pages for several characters on the Star Trek wiki this past week to try and find out for suresies what those characters looked like, only to find there was no physical description section. The races get them, which is great and mostly helpful (but why do they talk about Cardassians having grey skin most of the time instead of scales? I got tripped up by that—though not in anything I've posted yet thankfully!). But that only gets you so far for specific characters! I can't keep relying on fanfics and the kindness of sighted friends with lives who can't always be reached when I need the information to find out for certain what colour Miles O'Brien's eyes are, or Kira Nerys's hair, and sometimes fanfics aren't accurate about descriptions, and I could be basing my entire perception of a character on something I read in a fic once! And I won't know if I can't look it up!

#Star Trek #ST:DS9 #deep space 9 #Wikis #Wiki Info #Character Descriptions #Actuallyblind #Blind Fan

[bloomingdarkgarden]

An altar for Elain Archeron.

This also serves as a multishipper-friendly space. I enjoy and create content for most ACOTAR characters. Appropriate tags are used, please don’t join unless you are prepared to see content regarding various pairings. I don’t believe in supremacy. Be kind please.

Original work below the cut.

Elain x Azriel

What Bloomed in the Darkgarden 42 chapters, Canon-Compliant, Slow Burn, Explicit.

Elain Archeron is not the trembling fawn everyone believes her to be. Years after Hybern’s war, she feels an awakening of power within herself. She soon begins mastering the art of Sight under the guidance of the lost Oracle of the Day Court. All the while waging an inevitable war of passion with a holy mess of a shadow-wreathed male who looks at her with all the longing in the world. And so perhaps a little more softly, a little more lethally, Elain begins her journey down the path unknown. For there’s something blooming within her- something softer, darker, and wilder than she can name, reaching for the song of the Void.

Elain x Lucien

In Fading Hush of Eden Lost 12 Chapters, Canon-Compliant, Slow Burn, Explicit.

Elain Archeron takes up residence in an empty cottage in the highlands of the Day Court to study native plants. Lucien Vanserra is stepping into his role as a future High Lord in the city nearby, and visits her once a week to bring her provisions. Thus in the soft, desperate, hushed winds of summer’s end, what was once lost between them becomes found.

Viviane x Kallias

Upon A Midnight Clear 7 Chapters, Canon-Compliant, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Explicit.

There was loss. There was war. There was ruin. But before it all, there was him. And Viviane would freeze over the burning heart of hell itself to keep him from harm. To hold him close. To bring him home.

Lady of Autumn x Helion

Autumn Burns Eternal 12 Chapters, Canon-Compliant, Slow Burn, Explicit.

She had a name. Not that anyone in the room was using it. But she had a name.

Visual Storytelling

The Archerons Sisters

Nesta’s Monologue

Nesta's Violent Heart

Valkyrie

Lord of Bloodshed

Azriel’s Poetry

Nesta Became a Wolf

Helion Spell-Cleaver

Feyre Cursebreaker

Elain in Darkness

Elain’s Secrets

Elriel in Autumn

An Elriel Sketch

Elain’s Gentle Strength

Lucien’s Flame

Moon on a String

Court of Nightmares

Night Triumphant + Stars Eternal

Neris

Rhysta

Kallias

Viviane

Males of ACOTAR

Males in Turtlenecks

Males in Pink

Males in Pajamas

Males at Solstice

Headcanons

Elain Wears Pants pt.1 | Elain Wears Pants pt.2

Elain Torments Azriel in Blue

Lucien’s Hands

Lucien Undone

Cottagecore Lucien

Lucien as a Big Brother

Lucien's Grief

Elain’s hair

Elain’s Ass

Azriel’s Hands

Azriel’s Food Trauma

Azriel’s Smile

Azriel’s Sexy Grip

Nesta in the Summer

Day Court Attire

ACOTAR Zodiac

Evajacks

Jack's Confession

Let Me Pretend

Cheeky Jacks

Evajacks share a gift

#acotar #acotar masterlist #ehoney #acotar fanfiction #sjm #pro elain

[venus-celestial]

Scenes/ideas I thought of to go in some sort of fanfiction in the future

Elain losing her shit and defending nesta from the ic

Feyre losing her shit and defending nesta from ic

Nesta and bryaxis friendship in any capacity

Feylin wedding but Neris version (this is going in the au I already have planned out)

Rhys Sister's giving Nesta cuddles after she has a nightmare and brushing her hair for her

Rhys using his daemati abilities to help clam Nesta down from a panic attack

Nessian but Cassian's a female and it just goes a whole lot better because of it

Acotar but everything is the same except Nesta is more traumatized by the cauldron and the ic (mostly Rhys and Mor) has to deal with it cue overprotective fae bastards

Unhinged Cassian/Nessian as in dark romance levels of unhinged (no one touch nesta and your safe)

In that same vein not like specifically dark romance but like twisted serious type au like Cass is a billionaire like some type of romance book au in that vein

Nesta has a fox as a pet and it bites anyone that harms her or is mean to her and it's great

That is all for now

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #nesta acotar #nesta archeron #cassian #pro nesta #pro nesta archeron #nesta deserves better