Blah Blah Blah Tamlin Is Toxic…blah Blah Blah Eris Can’t Be Trusted….blah Blah Blah Nesta Is A

"I want webcomics where I can change the story" read visual novels "I want games that focus on the narrative" read visual novels "I want games that are easy to play" read visual novels "I want to play shoujo / yaoi / yuri manga" read visual novels "I want to read really queer stories" read visual novels

Okay but... Lucien respecting Elains strong connection to her human life and courting her like a human man rather than a fae...

Forcing Jurian and Vassa to teach him what to do

Endless studying and reading human books

'Calling' on her and taking walks in the garden

Writing her letters

Getting Papa Archerons approval when they spent time together on the ship

"I can't make you human again, but I can give you the love you've always wanted"

Proposing marriage by getting down on one knee

A wedding and exchanging rings

Caling each other husband and wife

Both kinds of Bioware girls got a lot of rep at the 2024 VMAs

Chappell Roan: Some of my so-called “fans” have been acting really creepily towards me, crossing some major boundaries to the point of sexually harassing me and invading my personal life when I’ve explicitly told them not too. Please don’t interact with me outside of my work hours, as I’d like to maintain my privacy.

The internet: oh my god chappell roan literally JUST said that she hates all of her fans and that they should all DIE can you fucking believe that??

Chappell Roan: I am going to vote in the presidential election and I think everyone should vote against Donald Trump, but I’m not going to endorse Kamala Harris as my personal candidate because her policies on Israel are not going to lead to effective change for Palestinians, nor hold Israel accountable for their war crimes, and I want a candidate who reflects my policies before I endorse theirs.

Everyone: did you hear chappell roan just said she’s not voting?? like she literally just said that she’s going to abstain from voting and she’s encouraging all of her fans to do the same. she must be a republican in disguise and is actually going to vote for Trump. did you know her uncle is a republican.

Chappell Roan: I think you all should stop getting your political opinions from fucking pop stars and stop expecting me to tell you how to think.

Everyone: WOOOOWW chappell roan is now saying that she’s not political. like she literally JUST said she’s not going to get involved with politics. what a privileged and selfish bitch.

Everyone: anyway now let’s talk about how doechii is literally holding gotye hostage in her basement to steal his music and she won’t let him go until every straight man has been executed.

Everyone: I support women by the way.

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The Valkyries enjoy Mardi Gras!

Emerie is drinking a hurricane, while Gwyn feeds her king cake. Nesta has a moon pie and is excited for all the live music!

Yes, Nesta wore her mask. They used it to get thru the crowds safely and get the best throws from the parades. Nobody got hurt and hangovers were minimal.

Hello everyone! The Steam visual novel fest is now live, and a bunch of my VNs will be discounted during its duration! I'm mostly known for writing about girls kissing other girls (preferably while wearing maid outfits), but I write stories in a lot of different genres! 🙏✨ You can check out my visual novels on Steam here! There's a lot of bargains you can pick up! For example, my yuri VN with maids, Blackberry Honey, is only $5 during the sale! Wow, how cool!

Cassian - An unexpected meeting (ACOTAR)

Y/n (she/her) x Cassian (ACOTAR)

This short fic takes place in the pleasure hall, Rita's, with an infuriating Ex and an unexpected encounter 🤭

No trigger warnings, just an annoying Ex and some help from a handsome general 😏

(Disclaimer: I am dyslexic, so hopefully it doesn't suck)

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Rita’s had always been a dazzling pleasure hall, a cherished haunt where fae from every corner of Valaris converged for a night of revelry. The air was thick with the intoxicating mix of bitter alcohol and the musky scent of bodies in motion. The vibrant, electric music pulsated through the space, drawing everyone into its rhythmic embrace. With so many bodies intertwining and grinding to the infectious beat, it was no wonder that this establishment basked in its popularity.

Y/n had come out with a spirited group of friends, their laughter and enthusiastic chatter dancing alongside the music. Dressed to the nines, she turned heads, catching fleeting glances filled with admiration and curiosity. The flashing lights and frenetic energy surged through her veins like a potent elixir as she savoured her third drink of the evening. The delightful buzz of alcohol wrapped around her, soothing the stress that had gnawed at her mind for weeks.

As she danced, lost in the moment, a sudden awareness crept over her—a potent sensation of being watched. Not a mere glance but a deliberate gaze that made her skin prickle. Seeking the source, she found—an all-too-familiar figure. A high-fae male striding confidently across the room, his blonde hair shimmering like spun gold under the strobe lights. When her eyes locked with his, clarity sparked in her mind, igniting memories of the stubborn bastard who had once been her partner.

In an instant, the vibrant atmosphere of the night seemed to drain away, replaced by a hollow ache of disgust and annoyance. It was just like him to intrude on her moment of joy. As she scanned the crowd for her friends, a wave of panic washed over her upon finding only the glassy-eyed faces of strangers. The realisation that she had been left behind tightened like a noose around your chest.

A scowl danced across her face as the blonde male pushed through the throng, unmistakable displeasure etched in her every feature. Yet the male remained undeterred, closing the distance with an unnerving swagger. His voice, barely rising above the raucous music, dripped with condescension, stoking the flames of y/n’s anger. “Come to show off your new male? Oh, wait. You came alone, didn’t you? Are you that desperate for my attention, hm?” The wicked amusement glinting in his eyes only served to amplify the fury bubbling within her.

But just before her resentment could erupt, a deep, slightly rough voice sliced through the noise beside the two. “And who are you talking to, sweetheart?” The words trembled through her body, sending an exhilarating shiver down her spine. A strong arm encircling waist, pulling her gently against the tall figure standing protectively by her side. Hazel eyes, filled with a fierce scowl, fixed on the blonde male.

The blonde male’s gaze flickered between y/n and the towering newcomer, taking note of the protective embrace. Yet, he seemed unfazed by the imposing presence, his voice dripping with bravado as he shouted over the music, “And who are you to call them that?” The hand resting on y/n’s waist began to draw gentle circles on her skin, an instinctive act of reassurance that calmed the chaos swirling within her.

The taller male let the silence stretch, creating an almost palpable tension, and y/n’s gaze was drawn upward to his striking features. Surprise blossomed within her at the sight of his hazel eyes, so rich and warm that they felt almost inviting. He stood tall and confident, his shoulder-length dark hair tousled as if he had just run a hand through it in exasperation. But what captivated y/n even more were his magnificent wings—vast and membranous, unmistakably Illyrian. Yet instead of fear, there was an unexpected comfort in his presence, a feeling that he was attuned to her distress.

The male seemed to sense her reassurance, a charming smirk spreading across his lips, inadvertently igniting a blush on y/n’s cheeks. His gaze shifted back to her Ex, his expression growing cold and unyielding. “You know this rat, sweetheart?” His gentle yet formidable tone drew y/n’s attention back to the blonde male, whose disgruntled expression sparked a flicker of amusement in her.

“No,” she declared firmly, satisfaction threading through her voice as it cut through the music. The arm around her waist shifted, and the male turned, guiding her away from the tension that could have marred her night. “Good,” he replied, a hint of approval lacing his tone.

As y/n blinked up at him, relief washing over her, she felt like she was traversing away from the shadows of the past and stepping into the light of a much brighter evening.

~~~~~~ The end... or is it? ~~~~~~

Only my second fic, but hoping to make many more 😊

let me know if there's anything I could improve on pls, positive criticism is always appreciated ❤

this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

the meaning of crackship has been lost im afraid. cass/eris is not a crackship, they've had plenty of interactions and the hatred is there to promote an enemies to lovers pipeline. the most crackshippy thing would be like,, idk amarantha's jurian eye ring and papa archeron

use your brains people, come on