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So I’ve seen your fics floating around for ages and i read them here and there but I’ve just tried to start reading them from the beginning. I started with the first chapter of When the Last Ember Falls but I’m a little lost. I see you have two other fics on Wattpad and so I don’t know if I’ve jumped in to the last fic of a series or if I’ve just forgotten things that happened through acowar because I haven’t read it in so long. Help!!

Hi love!

Sorry, I have been MIA working on so many projects. It goes a court of magnolias and ash, when the last ember falls and the shadows of spring. They were written, edited and posted in a week so please excuse the monstrosity of these fics 😂. Hope you enjoy! 💙

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the beast: i’m gonna be cursed forever….. for who could ever learn to love a beast? :(

belle, local furry:

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I have looked at cat gifs for 30 minutes...worth it. Hang in there love!

Hey guys if you could send asks or submit pictures of puppies and kittens and stuff, this period is hitting me super hard and I feel like a garbage can ♥️

#cat #cats #periods am i right?

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THINGS WHICH MAKE WRITERS ANXIOUS:

not writing

writing

people reading their stories

people not reading their stories

#truth #true #writing #writer #author #reading

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Loki: *the sneaky mischievous beauty coming out of nowhere*

Amanda Bynes:

#loki #thor #women #acotar #amanda bynes

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Lithium Update :)

UPDATE:

I’m writing a book. 😳

A big book. So massive it’s turning into a series. Whaaa? Yes. I said it. Ya girl done typed it. 😳😳

My editor says book one is due by the end of September and I want to cry. 😳😳😳

Release date still to come! Same with the cover reveal and giveaways. 😊😊

GIVEAWAYS?!

A few of the giveaways include signed books! See below for just SOME of the books that are included. 😍💖

Children of Blood and Bone by Toni Adeyemi

A Reaper at the Gates by Sabaa Tahir

The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

Iron Gold by Pierce Brown

Things are happening. All is good. I can’t wait to share it with all you lovely people! 

#lithium #ljlafleur #writevswrong #amwriting #amreading #amediting #amscreaming #novel #book #author #authorlife #authorwebsite #writing #writing while stuffing my face is normal #crying over cake #children of blood and bone #a reaper at the gates #the cruel prince #iron gold #series #its a series now #editor #signed books #giveaways

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“She finishes braiding my hair into an elaborate style that makes me look as though I have horns.”

Literally all I can think of right now. 😂 I guess this gif shows my age 😂

The Cruel Prince

Holly Black

#the cruel prince #holly black #cardan #jude #horns #spice girls #scary spice

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So, based on my schedule, imma have to keep this as short as your girl can make it. 😬😬 please note, I did not edit this and it’s a big ole mess. Enjoy!! @fucking-winchester-trash 💖💖

It hadn’t been this warm all spring. Odd for Velaris, even more so for the rest of the Night Court. Snow was already melting, rain clouds nonexistent. Even the blooming flowers were starting to wilt under the blazing sun.

Sweat dripped down Elain’s neck. Leaning back, to face the clear sky, she began to hum a song nearly forgotten in the human realm. Azriel’s eyes caught sight of her neck, on the two beads of sweat racing after each other.

Without moving closer, he expanded his wings to provide a break of shade for her. Not wanting to cover her completely because he knows how much she loves the sun, he raises his wings just a little.

It’s uncomfortable, but worth it. A common phrase he would tell himself no matter the task. The smile she unleashed, a small and quite noise of relief. She would always be worth it.

Resting on one arm, Elain sighed, “you always know what I’m thinking. Are you sure you’re only a shadowsinger?”

Azriel doesn’t know how to explain it. How he’s watched her over the years, studying her body language as he did with everyone. But Elain was different. He felt bad about doing it, about his lingering looks.

Elain rubbed her growing stomach, her voice edging on sarcasm and sweetness, “a silent spy? No wonder you’re so successful.”

This got him. Her humor, despite all that she’s been through had never been amiss. Fluttering his wings as he chuckled, sunshine decorated her tanned skin. “Practice I guess,” he murmured, scared of being too loud in a moment as soft as this.

Elain shot up, her facial features twisting with shock and pain, “Az?”

Azriel’s eyes widened, pulling his wings back, he asked, “is it time?” He’s been preparing for months. Studying in the library or visiting with Nesta and Feyre’s children. He wanted to be prepared or at least somewhat informed about changing dirty cloths and teething.

Elain nods, her color returning. “I’ve figured out a name,” she announced as he helped her to her feet.

Shadow tendrils wrapped around them while Azriel lifted her into his arms. Being this close to her made his heart thump faster. “As long as you don’t name him after his father. We don’t need two Lucien’s running around this court.”

It stung when he said it. Even more so when he remembered he wasn’t her mate and her child wasn’t his either. Clenching his jaw to fight off the pain, he flashed a tight smile. He wouldn’t want to worry her with the internal workings of his mind. It would only scare her away.

Shaking her head with a hollow laugh, she pulled herself further into him. Where both could not only hear their heartbeats but feel them too. Her lips barely moving as she whispered in his ear, “Azriel.”

Expecting Elriel enjoying a sunny afternoon 

#acotar #acowar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #nesta archeron #azriel #elain #short #what? #sarah j. maas #elriel #elucien

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@fucking-winchester-trash

Gah! Thank you so much for including me 💖💖💖

Let me see if I can squeeze this into my schedule! But I would love to write something for you!! 😊😊😊

Expecting Elriel enjoying a sunny afternoon 

#acotar #acowar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #a court of dreams #azriel #a court of mist and fury #elain #who me???

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Could you tag me in The Shadows of Spring?

WHY YES I CAN!!! I’m so giddy right now. Thank you for wanting to be a part of this love 😍😊💖 If I ever forget to tag you, IM SO SORRY. Just yell at me through tumblr and I will hear it 😂

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Can I be tagged in The Shadows of Spring? Thanks!

😍😍😬💖 Of course, love! Thank you for wanting to be a part of it!

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* The Shadows Of Spring * Chapter One

The Shadows Of Spring by L.J. LaFleur

Elain:

Standing across from the High Lord of Spring, I felt my knees tremble with exhaustion. I hadn’t slept for days, not since my vision of the wall. The harder I fought to stay awake, the worse my body felt.  

After a moment of silence, he said, “do what you will…”

He thought I was here to kill him. That I would drown him in shadows or stake him with Azriel’s blade. “I’m in need of refuge,” I replied with a shaky voice, a hollow sound in a void of darkness.

“Refuge?” This caught his attention, long enough for me to say something else.  

What that was, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure until the words leapt off my chapped lips. “I can hear it in your voice.”

Tamlin shifted his weight, the rocks beneath him scratching against one another, “what?”

Searching for what I thought to be his eyes, the entrance to a soul that barely clung to its flesh, “the fragments of your dreams. What remains of them anyways.”

He stayed silent; I wasn’t sure if he were staring at me or had looked away but I knew he was still here. I could smell him. The scent of soil after a gentle rainfall and roses. Fresh cut roses. Tamlin’s mouth parted, “you shouldn’t be here. It isn’t safe.” He didn’t sound like he used to. There was no tone of underlying frustration, no manner-lacking attitude. Definitely no sign of a High Lord’s arrogance.

“No safer than the Night Court,” I gently reminded him, digging my fingers into my silk gown seeking comfort in the soft fabric. I didn’t know what to do with my hands—to make them stop trembling. I knew Nesta had symptoms like this, before I lost my sight, I saw her crumbling.

I guess it was my turn now; delayed with terrible timing of the impending doom. My vision of the wall wasn’t the only thing that kept me up at night though. There, my first admitted truth to myself.  

I was expecting more silence but instead his defeated voice echoed, “you should go.” Turning on his heel, I heard him leave. Each step weighing more than the last.

“Is it because I look like her that you don’t want me to stay?” Searching the nothingness of my vision, I imagined him stopping, peering over his shoulder. My words flanking him like a ton of jagged stones.

“No—for sisters you hardly look alike.”

Taking a step forward, I dared to ask, “then why?” If it wasn’t because of Feyre or Nesta or our father...then why?

A whisper, nothing more, “a beast must reside among the thorns—”

As a beauty must live among the petals, I finished his sentence in my head. Too worried he would think I possess even more powers than I truly have. Raising my voice so it would be clear enough for any other listening parties to hear, “I do not fear you.”

Tamlin’s silence was haunting, horrifying. This time I couldn’t tell if he left me, winnowing away from my abrupt courage. Releasing a heavy sigh, I felt myself wobble. My legs finally done with their duties for the day; the darkness of my vision somehow intensifying.

The air grew thick with my grim thoughts. Breathing became increasingly difficult as I sunk to my knees, laying my hands down onto the smooth river rocks. Tears welled into my eyes, I didn’t know where I was within his court despite my visions and I didn’t have the energy to shadow-jump all the way back to the Night Court.

My virtue and heart had been given to Grayson yet his disgust of faes outweighed the love he had for me. I’ve lost my choice in whom I must walk this world with. No matter what Nesta or Feyre have said regarding choices—they still chose their mates in the end.

I’ve lost my sight, my father.

For what little good I have gained in this new world, it still didn’t fill or fix what I had lost. Now on my hands and knees, I would resort to begging to stay here. To be close to the only home I knew.

“Here,” Tamlin’s frail voice was beside me, his hand gently touching my elbow. “Rest until morning. Then you must go.” I nodded, my first lie to him. Helping me to my feet, he became my sight guide. Cautiously steering us back towards a windy garden path, “watch your step,” Tamlin warned.

“If only I could see,” I chimed with a small smile.

“I—I didn’t mean…” Tamlin choked on his words. His embarrassment, though unnecessary, brought me some relief. As he assisted me in stepping over something that turned out to be half my body height, he mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

Pausing on our journey, I tilted my head up towards him, “we might need to work on your sense of humor, Tamlin.”

He cleared his throat, his voice barely audible, “we should keep moving.”

On our way to the manor, I noticed a few things. His skin felt dry, rough with hardships unlike before. Tightly wrapping my hand around his bicep so he could guide me up the manor steps, I realized his arm felt emaciated—extremely so. Like all his muscles were eaten away until he was nothing but skin and bones. He must not be eating.

Then the wind picked up, flooding my senses with less than pleasant aromas unlike before. I felt his long golden hair rest against my shoulder, oily and thick—a trail of dirt left behind on my skin. Perhaps I was only smelling the garden earlier because he certainly wasn’t bathing. Going over the little details since my arrival, I understood why his voice sounded so fragile.

The beast had finally broke. The pieces of him scattered throughout his court. The rubble that was left of it.

This is what’s become of the Golden Prince.

Of Prythian’s savior.

@mmlalea2 @thebluemartini @arwenbk3 @dreaming-of-azriel @rosehallshadowsinger @urbisie @fucking-winchester-trash @julesherondalex 

I’m so sorry, I already feel like I forgot to tag folks. So, that’s my bad. 

Oh! And I was lying when I said this would be short. THE FICS ARE NEVER SHORT (just like my TBR pile).  

#acotar #acowar #acotar fanfic #acomaf #acofas spoiler #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of dreams #a court of nightmares #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #acomaa #when the last ember falls #the shadows of spring #fanfic #fanfiction #elain fanfic #elriel #elucien #elain archeron #Elain #Azriel #lucien #tamlin #spring court #night court #the wall #nesta #eris #cassian

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If it ain’t me

#all the time #drawing #art #fanart

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Peter Kavinsky: *breathes*

Me:

Peter Kavinsky: woah woah woah hey hey hey

Me:

#peter kavinsky #to all the boys i've loved before #lara jean covey #covey #jenny han #popcorn scene #peter #seriously though

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Is this a thing? Can we do this thing??

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you which fictional character you remind them of.

This is a risk I’m ready to take

#acotar #acowar #acomaf #cassian #nesta archeron #a court of thorns and roses #nesta #a court of dreams #a court of mist and fury #azriel #amren #rhys #feyre #elain #mor #kaz #inej #six of crows #the cruel prince #cardan #jude #pride and prejudice #mr. darcy #elizabeth #harry potter #herimone granger #ron weasley

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Step One:

Must write fake letters to people who (hopefully) I still find attractive in so many years.

Step Two:

Must have sibling and sibling must have other half I was at some point interested in.

Step Three:

Must have another sibling to steal my private letters and be old enough to mail them.

Step Four:

I don’t have enough siblings...

So, this isn’t going to work at all.

GUESS I NEED THAT SECOND MOVIE TO FIGURE THINGS OUT. Netflix, get on it please.

where can I find a guy to fake date me until he falls madly in love with me

#to all the boys i've loved before #jenny han #second movie #right now #please #netflix #lara jean covey #peter kavinsky #16 again #my heart

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Me when I find out they have a devastating back story AND treat women with the respect they deserve.

me when a character is described as tall, dark haired, sharp jawline, cheekbones, and blue eyes:

#god this is the most me #always and forever #fictional boyfriend #say what #fanfic #fic