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[therentyoupay]

Hiiii I need help

I’m having trouble writing a fight scene between two characters in a relationship. I don’t want it to be a break up sort of fight, just a healthy spat between lovers that will make their relationship all the stronger after they resolve it. But I’m not really well versed in “healthy conflict” so I was hoping you’d have some questions to keep in mind/tips experience you could share because you’re an amazing writer 🙏🏻

HELLO MY DARLING

first, thank you so much for your sweet words. 😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏 second, i have been pondering your question for a day and a half!

i have been really thinking about it and i have some initial thoughts… but i am sure that this post will just be the start of an ongoing conversation. i think the word i have been chewing on is “healthy.” on the one hand, there are certain things that most people might universally agree as “healthy conflict” in a relationship (or nearly universally), and then there are things that are very culture-dependent (and i do not mean this necessarily in the essentialist sense, i.e., nation-state-as-culture, but also in terms of ‘doing culture’ according to family, friends, region, socioeconomic status, social rank, behaviors, etc.). and then there are things in each relationship that may be less healthy than the ideal but still healthy in the long run, in the sense that it provides space for growth; couples have horribles fights that nearly tear them apart but, for whatever reason, don’t. in my experience, both in life and in fiction, sometimes i think these can often be the hardest, toughest fights, because they have the lowest lows but the highest potential for hope/resolution/something better.

if i am thinking on what it is about these fights that make them so painful and exhausting and “i just want to find a way to fix this but i can’t see the way forward and i am going to stay because i love them but i don’t have the tools right now to get out of this hole,” here’s what comes to mind:

both people are in pain

somehow, trust has been lost to some degree

one or both people do not currently feel safe, either from judgment or abandonment… maybe both… maybe something else too

a disagreement may turn “ugly” so quickly when things that are shared in confidence are thrown back in someone’s face, or some vulnerable sticking point that is supposed to be protected is being used against them in the heat of the argument because things begin to escalate so quickly

at what point can one person step in and find a space to pause/timeout; table the conversation; de-escalate? if neither can, the fight gets worse. if at least one can… that could be the turning point for a softer resolution, even if the other person needs additional coaxing or convincing to join them in the de-escalation. can both suddenly or eventually pause and de-escalate? through humor? through a release of emotion at the core under the anger, like tears and sadness?

at some point during these fights, or perhaps after, one or both might start to feel shame… for their behaviors, their reactions, their words… how can one person bridge the gap that was created when one or both crossed a line? (or many lines?) sometimes all it can take is a hug to lessen the divide, and sometimes apologies are necessary, and plans for changing behaviors, and explanations, or any combination. so how does one (or both) handle their apology? are they both good at taking accountability and learning at this stage in their relationship? do they make good on their promises to change, or at least try? (we are human after all!)

does the resolution match the degree of the fight? if something was weaponized, has it been dismantled by the end, or is it left hanging in the air, even after the apology or de-escalation?

definitely lots to think about! i think the degree of “healthy” is going to depend on a lot of factors, and will inevitably also be influenced by your readers’ personal experiences and what they bring to their interpretations! but definitely things to potentially keep in mind: who is in pain and why? what tools do they have to resolve the pain? are they scared to solve it or not solve it (or both)? how well can they solve it at this moment in time—or later?

thank you for the ask!!!! 💕💕💕💕 good luck and keep me posted!!! i hope these are helpful. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

also, others: please feel free to add additional thoughts and considerations!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏

#sanfangirl #therentyoupay ask #therentyoupay advice #my love you shall build your healthy conflict skills and tools as well!!! keep building all your life!!!

[shipmistress9]

OMG HI I'M JUST STOPPING BY BECAUSE I OPENED UP THE HICCSTRID TAG ON AO3 AND SAW YOU UPDATED FTLOAP AND I JUST NEED TO TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM SO I'M GONNA GO READ, SCREAM, AND EVENTUALLY RECOVER ENOUGH TO LEAVE A PROPER COMMENT NO I HAVEN'T READ THE CHAPTER YET I JUST SAW YOU UPDATED SO ANYWAY BYE

thank you so much!

😁 Yeah, it's been a while. But I hope I can update a bit more regularly again now.

#ask #sanfangirl #FTLOAP #Hiccstrid #httyd

[takearisk-xo]

Babe I had Already Gone on my Marked for Later to months and finally got around to reading it!!! And the. I read everything else. You’ve got me hooked!!!!

#thanks babes #already gone #sanfangirl-cynicalromantic #answered

[velidewrites]

A messy breakup forces 20 year old Feyre Archeron back to her old hometown of Forks, Washington—back to the life she thought she'd left behind. What she doesn't know, though, is that Forks has changed in her absence, its blue-tinted fog stained by fresh, crimson blood. Luckily, Feyre is ready to join the hunt.

🩸Pairing: Feyre x Rhysand

🩸Rating: Explicit

🩸Tags: Twilight AU

Chapter 1/5 || Read on AO3

Or continue for a snippet below!

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“Who’s he?”

Ressina follows her gaze—then smiles. “Ah, yes. Can’t blame you for losing your focus, honestly.” She leans in closer. “That’s Rhysand Blake. He’s…” she motions over her face, as if the movement is telling enough. It is. “Like I said. There’s no point in even trying.”

Feyre hums. Rhysand. “What’s his major?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t see him around much—not that I was looking, of course—so he probably takes evening classes. He’s somewhat of an enigma, really.” Ressina narrows her stare on her again. “Something tells me that did nothing to discourage you.”

Feyre flashes her a smile. “Who doesn’t like a little mystery?”

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#jesus christ I just realised I saved this in my ao3 drafts instead of actually posting #thank GOD i just saw a twilight tiktok to remind me #feysand twilight AU #feysand au #feysand fic #feysand fanfic #feysand fanfiction #feysand #pro feysand #feyre x rhysand #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #rhysand #rhysand acotar #acotar fic #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #my writing

[corcracrow]

Somewhere, Across the Sea

Prologue:

A Party and a Privateer

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(let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

(title from Across the Sea by Cody Simpson)

Elain woke to the canvas she'd been using as a blanket being pulled away. Blearily, she snatched at it. Then she froze. She'd clearly been discovered, and it seemed the best thing for it now was to attempt to regain her composure and think of some sort of explanation.

She lifted her mussed head from the deck, just in time to see a beautiful pair of leather boots come to a halt right before her nose.

"Well, well, well," a lilting, male voice said. "What have we here? A stowaway?"

~3 days prior~

Elain:

Elain Archeron was a proper lady, thank you very much. And not a proper lady as in the merchant’s wife, who dressed in garish clothing and liked to jingle her jewellery, but a proper lady as in a literal lady; daughter of the captain of the island’s fleet.

And she was certainly a proper lady, as in, beautiful and poised, unlikely to lose her head or her heart in the unsteady business of falling in love— and certainly not with a sailor, only to have him sail off and drown.

No, Elain was a dutiful, diligent, and dignified young woman, of high status and higher standards; calm, cool, and collected.

Or so she thought.

“Marianne,” Elain huffed, “is there any possible way you could starch the white muslin before we go? I can’t wear the pink again, it’s far too flirtatious.”

“I’ll do my best, my lady,” Marianne flounced a curtsy and bounced out of the room, Elain’s white muslin dress in her arms.

Elain heaved a sigh of relief and slumped back against her vanity chair. She didn’t really need the white muslin; it was too innocent and prim for its intended purpose. But she could do with a little peace and quiet.

All morning, she had been surrounded by maids and friends, fussing and preening over her in anticipation of tonight’s festivities.

It was to be a party, thrown by Elain’s father, Lord Archeron, in honour of the start of the summer season.

It was also meant to be the setting for Elain’s engagement.

The Lady Elain Archeron and Lord Graysen Nolan had been courting for a year now, and it was high time they made their engagement official. They were such a lovely and intelligent couple, and such a smart match. Elain, destined to be a wealthy heiress, was in need of a husband, and the Lord Graysen, about to take over his father’s shipping company, was in need of a wife. He had quickly decided that the lovely, warm Elain Archeron was the best candidate for such a position.

“And I’m sure her fortune doesn’t hurt, either!” Elain had heard the maids whisper.

She hadn’t concerned herself with that, however. Graysen was handsome, polite, and of good standing. Elain had been quite taken with him at the start, and she wasn’t about to let some whispered criticisms disrupt her carefully laid plans. She would gain a good position as a businessman’s wife, and he would gain her. It seemed quite a fair trade, by Elain’s reckoning.

But Elain was doing her best to savour her final day of freedom. Not that marrying Graysen would be stifling, of course, but– she felt a need for fresh air.

Elain opened her balcony doors and stepped into the cool sea breeze. The heat of the day hadn’t yet hit, and the air grazed her flushed cheeks as she gazed down at the tiny sailors, crawling about on the ships at port. Elain longed to see the sea. Perhaps one day, when Graysen’s business took him off to neighbouring countries, she could join him, dazzling foreign dignitaries and visiting the fabled Crysthall Gardens. The fact that Graysen’s mother never travelled didn’t bother her. After all, her frail nature was known throughout the island, and–

“My lady!”

Elain’s thoughts were rudely interrupted as Marianne burst through her door, cheeks flushed from running. Damn. Elain was hoping the starching would take her a bit longer than this.

“My lady!” Marianne repeated, tearing through Elain’s room to her balcony, the clearly forgotten muslin flying from her arms. “You’ll never guess who appeared in port!”

“Do calm down, Marianne,” Elain said in frustration. “You’ll wrinkle that muslin further.”

“Sorry, my lady. But look, down in berth 15.”

Elain leaned forward over the railing, and scanned down the harbour past her father’s ships to berth 15. She sighed as she made out the familiar flag of an empty eyed fox mask.

“Hm.” Elain tried to sound unaffected. “So, that Pirate is back.”

Marianne gave a half sigh, half squeal, before straightening, eyes bright. “Do you think he’ll be at your engagement party tonight, milady?”

“Oh, Mother, I hope not. If I know anything about that man, he’ll find a way to ruin everything.”

In truth, Elain did not know much about the man at all. She’d seen the maids crowding about the windows when he passed and had once or twice peered through her own curtains, hoping to catch a glimpse of the flaming red hair of the reputed flirt. She’d heard other captains mention him, some with jealousy, some with respect, and a few with open disgust. And she’d certainly heard his name mixed up in quite a few scandals, though it was difficult to get anything resembling sense out of Marianne when it came to such things.

It was always difficult to get a solid sense of knowledge when it came to a captain’s reputation.

Yet Elain certainly got the sense (in the one or two times a year his ship stopped at the Island) that he was every bit the swashbuckling, cunning, and rakish rogue she’d heard of. Exactly the kind of person she loathed.

They were quite alright for romance books, or princess stories, but Elain knew not to get mixed up with that sort of person. Privateers in particular were, as her father put it, “licensed pirates.” They had a bit of allure, perhaps, or a breath of the sea about them, but they were a shortcut to trouble. No, much better were high-ranking merchants, or even foreign princes. Sweet and sincere, with little drama and plenty of romance. Someone like Graysen.

“Come away from there, Marianne.” Elain knew she sounded curt. A girl had a right to be a bit curt on the day of her engagement. “If we don’t get my hair finished now, it will never be done.”

Marianne cast a regretful glance down to the ships, and went to fetch the diamond pins.

#elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elucien fic #somewhere across the sea #elucien privateer au #hehe enjoy #constructive critism welcome

[wellwhatisnttaken]

Through Miles of Clouded Hell

Part 3

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Lucien and Jurian were to depart at dawn. In truth, besides packing their bags and preparing the horses, there wasn’t much to be done. Lucien had already explicitly written out his expectations for the Duke’s of each township and city within his kingdom, and warned of dire consequences if his instruction was not followed to the letter. Lucien had been king for barley more than a single moon cycle, and court politics required a certain passive malice and intense cleverness that Lucien had always found exhausting. He could navigate the court, of course ; after all he was his fathers son. But the trickery and coercion needed to bend most of his dukes and duchesses to any semblance of decency toward the common folk was absurd.

Lucien stared at the ceiling of his bathing chamber. One last bath before traipsing into the wild seemed a great idea just a bit ago. Now, the stress of the situation was well and truly catching up with him in the silence of his solitude.

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

Lucien didnt respond to the knock on the door, he knew who it was, and knew Eris would come in, with or without permission.

His eldest brother, Eris, came strutting into the bathing chamber as if it were his own personal court. Eris was always important, and the situation always called for the utmost pomp and pageantry. If Eris had nothing, he had his dignity.

His brother came sauntering in, His wooden walking crutches click clacking on the tile. Eris flopped into the chair at the edge of the bathing chamber. It was an unspoken agreement not to engage each other when they couldn’t respond with the sarcasm and bite a brother deserved. So Lucien went about rinsing his hair as Eris caught his breath.

By the time Lucien rose from the tub and began drying himself, his brother spoke.

“Luci, I hope you know what you’re doing. Jurian informed me of the whole plan, and while i applaud your effort, it would be a terrible inconvenience if the only healthy and able of the Vanserras were to die on a mythic quest”. Eris didnt look at him, but he could feel the emotion behind his brothers words.

“Eris. You know as well as I do that if i dont do something, our kingdom, our people, our mother,” Lucien paused, and swallowed around the knot in this throat.

“Will die. You did your best. Hells, you barely had any chance at all. Im doing this for everyone that Baron tortured. For mother. For You. As insufferable as you are, you’re my brother, my advisor, one of my closest confidants, and i cannot lose you.” Lucien had finished dressing in his under layers by the time he was done. Usually, there was no occasion to get so personal , but if this was the last conversation he ever had with Eris, then he had to make it worth something.

His brother considered him for a moment.

“No need to be so emotional, Lucien. He replied softly. Then, back in his usual snobby court voice,

“Now come, let me braid your hair for the journey before the curse strikes me dead outright.”

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Wondering when y’all are gonna realize I’m not a writer i just play one on tv. I have no idea what I’m doing

But ty for the support it means everything.

@thelovelymadone

@krem-does-stuff

@sanfangirl @yourethehero

@redphlox @iftheshoef1tz @vulpes-fennec

@ramim

#acotar #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #Elucien #idiot brothers

[sorushing]

Okay Okay Sorusing you've got me intrigued: What is FLY?!!!!

thanks for asking @sanfangirl !!! It’s my favorite things ever: superheroes, secret identities, and Hiccstrid. and modern AU, of course.

(So, FLY was the title I picked after seeing one of those motivational posts of it being an acronym for “first love yourself”. In the original iteration of this AU, it used to be more important, but the actually flying is also important lol. It’s not really that good of a title anymore but eh.)

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This is my superhero AU (“really, not much to know” is actually the AU of this AU) in which Astrid is training to be a superhero sidekick at school. Her family name is disgraced, so she cannot become a “solo” hero without lots of extra work in college. She has extremely good control over her water powers.

in this universe, everyone born in “The Above” (artificial flying islands above th earhipelago after a war) is born with something called a “karyon”: a mark/bead on the neck that grants them powers by using a particle called dust.

I have an entire 10 minute explanation on dust that is plot-relevant but I’m skipping it right now for brevity’s sake

one day, she is confronted with an odd situation: a vigilante who’s powers don’t work how powers SHOULD work, fighting a new kind of villain that recently popped up. He doesn’t have a karyon, and neither do these new villains who seem to permanently be beserk and incapable of human speech or thought.

after this odd meeting, she wakes up in the middle of the night, outside her house, after having an odd dream, and her powers are…off. Instead of water manipulation, she can now fire off odd spikes…and why can she smell so well?!

—

She eventually discovers more about the situation: these new villains are people controlled by a villain that the vigilante - whom she’s dubbed “black” - calls “The Queen”, and are being hypnotised to do her bidding.

she eventually agrees to help him out, and joins him in his fight against her, since the heroes aren’t doing anything about the situation and she knows they won’t budge any time soon.

The vigilante calls himself “Night Fury” which as her laughing at first: him? Name himself after the unholy offspring of lightning and death that all of the Seven Families boasted to have survived encounters with?

But then she realised that his powers fit the creature to a T: the lightning. The super speed. She invisibility.

and then, more puzzle pieces click. She’s somehow gotten the powers of a Nadder. All of these new villains are dragon themed…so the Queen must have some obsession with the ancestral dragons.

things spiral from there.

—

on hiccup’s side of things, life isn’t looking great at all: the only person in the above who doesn’t have a karyon.

he has three and they all don’t work properly at all. They even cause him so much harm that he had to undergo surgery to get one removed.

His father is the shining beacon of his family, the leader of the Seven, superheroes of epic proportions who are gods among men, essentially.

his mother is Skullcrusher’s second in command who has control over the Alpha Matrix, a device that monitors all superpower usage. (And a certain kind of superhuman but shhh he doesn’t know that)

and then, there’s him, Hiccup. he’s just a screw-up. He is not worth of either family name and knows the other relatives in the council are dying to kick him out and leave him nameless. To make him a nobody.

So it doesn’t surprise him in the slightest when his father sends him to live with his aunt to avoid the media.

hiccup knows it’s to hide the fact that his son is weak, or that he even HAS a son, but alas.

-

when hiccup was young, a supervillain did something to his karyons. Hiccup knows better than to ask which villain.

For whenever he asks; his father or mother just shake their head or freeze, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

he knows his karyon was messed up by a villain, and someday? Someday he WILL find out which villain and give him a piece of his mind. —

things don’t exactly begin to look up once the dreams start.

dreams in which is body doesn’t ache whenever he gets into contract with high concentrations of dust.

Dreams in which he can freely leap across rooftops, dreams in which he is fighting villains effortlessly from afar with his lightning powers - well not completely effortlessly, but still!! - and shows great mastery over his lightning and super speed-

powers which he doesn’t have. At all.

or…does he?

things derail further once a certain blonde girl in blue begins to pop up in his dreams, stubborn, fierce, and…wait isn’t that his classmate?!

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also another fun fact: Gothi is a tattooist in this AU.

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eventually, the other dragon riders would show up…but I’m not that far yet.

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this is my oldest au and the one that has been reworked the most.

anyways I think I should stop here before I type an entire essay. Thanks for asking :D

#Httyd #sorush rambles #FLY au

[bi-bi-want-dragon]

@sanfangirl-cynicalromantic reminded me this was a thing and I actually have something to contribute this week!

Six Sentence Sunday - share six sentences of a WIP you’re working on:

“I don’t know, the leather looks very… Alluring on you.”

His face turned bright red and his hands stilled. “Oh… Uh…”

Zephyr laughed, quite pleased with herself. “Come here, let’s fix whatever mess is going on with your hair.”

“Oh yes, combed hair was definitely part of Dad’s formal getup,” he said as he sat down.

“Hush, you. Just trust me, alright?”

#randis fics #httyd second gen #zephyr #Eirson #httyd fanfic

[acourtofthought]

Message sent from @sanfangirl

“So I was thinking on Lucien’s buildup and how it will eventually relate to Elucien, when I noticed something. Now I borrowed the books from a friend and wasn’t able to reread or quote much, but I remember noticing how Feyre is constantly hinting as Lucien’s inferiority. Like, not in a bad way, but when she talks about Lucien winnowing in ACOMAF she says “Lucien couldn’t winnow as far as Tamlin or Rhys, but he was fast” or something along those lines. But she’s saying he’s not as powerful as these other High Lords. And later on in ACOWAR she was totally planning to leave Lucien behind despite knowing he was desperate to meet his mate and she should have been able to sympathize, since she was missing her own mate quite strongly. My slight issue with Feyre and Lucien’s friendship aside, Feyre doesn’t see Lucien as very powerful until he’s able to break free of his chains, and even that is kind of dismissed as a freak accident. But to me this draws a parallel of how she also sees Elain. Elain was always portrayed as weaker compared to Feyre and Nesta. And then she’s Made by the Cauldron and comes out a powerful Seer. Interestingly enough, her mate, her soul bonded equal, discovers or is unknowingly able to tap into a wealth of spell breaking powers that break through Hybern’s chains and it turns out his daddy is actually very powerful, knowledgeable, charismatic Helion and he’s a High Lord’s heir. Now again sadly I don’t have the books at hand right now but hadn’t Lucien compared his power to his brothers (or at least Eris) before? And been found lacking? Do I need to point out that with most of his potential somehow locked away his power was still plentiful enough it was clear he was a powerful High Lord’s son (just, you know, not that one). And we have already seen hints of Elain being stronger and more powerful than people give her credit, I mean, stabbing the King of Hybern, talking back to Nesta, being willing to scry for the Dead Trove, need I go on? I hope in Elucien’s book we’ll be able to see their true potential bloom, and the IC’s reactions to the polite pair’s scary powers will be fun 😂”

My response to the above (for some reason it didn’t give me the option of “Answering” this, only “editing”.  I didn’t change anything from your original submission though, I’m just adding here at the bottom.

For only having read through the series on borrowed books, I’m really impressed!  I don’t think I picked up on anything my first or second reads, I was just sitting there thinking that SJM told me all I needed to know not realizing she was putting clues throughout. 

I know Lucien mentioned that he wasn’t particularly wanted or needed in Autumn and no one paid much attention to him which gave him the opportunity to train as long as he liked.  But that even with that, no one worried he’d bother killing his way up the long list of heirs.  And I know he previously acknowledged that Tamlin’s powers were much greater than anything he could do (since he’s still in the dark as to being Helion’s heir and doesn’t seem to realize it would be possible for him to display the markers of being a High Lord).  

But yeah, there are many examples of Feyre and the others thinking Lucien could never measure up to the IC.  That he may have trained but the IC would wipe Lucien off the face of the earth in a single blow.  She seems surprised that he doesn’t back down from Rhys or the Illyrians staring him down.  Questions whether he’d sell them out.  Az thinking he’s not good enough.  Nesta having problems with him for awhile. 

And the exact same thing can be said of Elain’s character.  Anytime she does anything, people are shocked.  She helped save Briar, helped save Az, saved Nesta and Cassian by stabbing the King yet they still think she needs protected and handled with kid gloves.  

I think it’s pretty purposeful on SJMs part though.  That the entire narrative surrounding Lucien and Elain is the people around them doubt them as capable, that they’ll always be secondary to the “real” warriors.  I think that makes them perfectly suited as Mates because it’s a struggle they can both understand.  And just because they aren’t as outspoken or fighters in the traditional sense doesn’t mean they can’t play a role that’s just as important to anything the IC has done and doesn’t mean they aren’t just as powerful.  

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

[whathappenedtomyweekend]

NaNoWriMo - Day 24

Day 24!! NaNo is almost over and I'm gonna try to write 3-5k words this weekend, so wish me luck haha!

I only got to 269 words today but DO I CARE? NO simply because i got distracted in the best of ways by @sanfangirl's 'The Lady Knight' which is BRILLIANT, showstopping, amazing!! Read it here hehe :D

Anyways, off to read more of that and then go to bed because I'm tired even though I barely did anything today! I did merge all of my IJAS bits together though, because recently I've not just been writing on my old as hell computer, but also on my laptop and my phone and needed to type everything up into the master document on my old ass computer hahah

G'night!

#hiccstrid #nanowrimo #ijas #writing

[therentyoupay]

I just wanted to tell you I read the fourth chapter of snow globe and I hate you now (lovingly)

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT THOOOOOOOO

#😘😘😘😘 i love you thank you i love you i'm sorry i'm not sorry i love you SORRY NOT SORRY I LOVE YOU THANK YOUU #sanfangirl #jelsa #therentyoupay snow globe #therentyoupay ask

[manawari]

Hi, I've just come from AO3 reading Midnight Fury, and then I saw your URL and got so excited so I started reading and following your blog . . . and got hit with the Rayllum angst. Ouch. Uh, so, love your writing can't wait for you to update and now I'm going to cry about Callum.

OMG THANK YOU FOR THE AMAZING KIND WORDS, @sanfangirl ! Have a great day ahead of you and thank you for enjoying the content I share<3

#soul-asks

[therentyoupay]

Okay just imagine:

Anna gets all the Guardians hooked on fanfiction because of course she does, and she gets to Tooth and shows her this wonderful kick-your-feet-in-the-air-and-scream little fluffshot, only for Tooth's eye to catch on the tag 'tooth-rotting fluff' and she exclaims "Why would you read this?"

Neither can understand why all their friends are laughing so hard

#omg i LOVE IT #toothiana #rotbtfd #microfanfic #headcanons #therentyoupay ask #sanfangirl #anna #frozen #rotg

[therentyoupay]

16) What's a scene you are dreading writing/ had difficulty writing for snowglobe?

from this askbox meme! thank you for the ask!

i dreaded writing the end of chapter 1 because i was in a similar situation to jack once, and it was not fun to relive! 😅 i was a passenger, though!

#therentyoupay snow globe #therentyoupay ask #sanfangirl #thank you!!!

[therentyoupay]

If I met you , I would scream and hug you and probably cry and then follow you around with wide eyes ❤️

GREAT, DITTO, SAME!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#sanfangirl #therentyoupay ask #😂😂😂😂😂💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕!!!!!

[velidewrites]

A messy breakup forces 20 year old Feyre Archeron back to her old hometown of Forks, Washington—back to the life she thought she'd left behind. What she doesn't know, though, is that Forks has changed in her absence, its blue-tinted fog stained by fresh, crimson blood. Luckily, Feyre is ready to join the hunt.

🩸Pairing: Feyre x Rhysand

🩸Rating: Explicit

🩸Tags: Twilight AU

Chapter 2/5 || Read on AO3

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This time, Feyre is prepared.

She feels him before he even speaks—feels the magnetic pull of his presence, as if his very soul is calling out her name. She feels the soft claws, prodding at the gates of her mind, and she no longer has any doubt they belong to him.

“I had no idea you were such a hard-working student,” Rhysand teases behind her.

She doesn’t turn to face him—she knows he’ll join her side whether she asks for it or not. “You’re back,” she simply observes.

“My family and I went on a brief vacation,” he explains, and sure enough, she feels him slide into the seat beside her. The movement is quiet, almost silent despite the heavy fabric of his jeans scratching the polished wood. Still, the library seems entirely empty of any sound. Not exactly a good cover for the conversation she’s planning to confront him with.

“It’s not very common to go away just before midterms,” Feyre tells him, hating to admit that she’s stalling.

Rhysand’s smile is positively feline beside her. “Well, maybe I’m an excellent student, too.”

Or maybe, Feyre thinks, fingertips brushing over the old book before her, you’ve already gone over this course dozens of times. Hundreds, even.

She finally looks up—looks at his youthful, handsome face.

How old are you?

Rhysand actually shifts in his seat under her scrutiny. “Are you okay?” he asks, brows knitting together, as if struggling to concentrate. “I can never tell what you’re thinking.”

Feyre angles her head an inch. “Well, how could you?”

Rhysand clears his throat. “You’d be surprised how easy some people are to read. But not you.” He looks into her eyes. “No matter how hard I try.”

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