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me remembering tomorrow we get a new chapter of Before Your Sun Sets 🥹
I'm so glad I live in a world where there's Archive of Our Own
As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:
I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you
I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you
I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you
I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase
I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all
I love you
Am I Too Late chapter three snippet
An excerpt from jayvik fic "Am I Too Late?" on ao3
Jayce hurried through the halls while his mind raced. His meeting with Silco had gone well, or at least that’s what he initially thought while he was still high off the adrenaline of meeting someone so dangerous. But now he was doubting himself. He was sure he’d negotiated right, the way Mel had taught him, but firmer. Yet Silco was not from Piltover. He was not a counselor or a rich man with influence in their world. He was a dangerous drug lord from the Undercity- from Zaun. He’d been around longer than Jayce and used different methods. Had things gone well?
Jayce was still alive. He’d walked away with an agreement with Silco. He just needed to convince the Council. And pray Silco gave up Jinx. He’d initially thought it would be a no brainer for Silco. Just give up one of his lackeys for peace between them. But his reaction had made Jayce wonder what Jinx was to him. Or did Zaunites have a deeper sense of loyalty for each other. Always under the foot of Piltover, they wouldn’t trade each other because without each other what did they have left? What if Silco refused to give up Jinx? Could Jayce still convince the council to let go of their control over Zaun?
He needed to find Viktor. He would be able to provide insight to Jayce’s dilemma, but also because Viktor would want to attend the meeting. Viktor came to most council meetings regardless, but this one was about his home. Jayce knew it was the right thing to do. It was maddening that it had taken this long for anything to come this close. For anyone to bring this issue before the Council in so long. Zaun deserved their freedom, and it was long past due.
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Am I Too Late chapter two snippet
Excerpt from jayvik fanfic "Am I Too Late?" on ao3
The door to the lab opened with a loud bang. He turned to tell Jayce to be more gentle. Sometimes when he was excited he forgot his own strength. But who he saw was not Jayce.
It was Jayce, but his hair was long and hanging in his eyes. He had a thick, messy beard. His clothes were dirty and torn. A crude splint on one leg. One you’d use in a survival situation, not with a hospital near by. He carried a large hammer that looked grown from the ground itself. There were stress lines in his face and his shoulders spoke of a tiredness that Viktor had known too well. He'd just never expected to see it on Jayce. What had happened to him?
"Jayce?" He whispered. It may not have been his Jayce, but he was still Jayce. And Viktor couldn't help how he felt around Jayce. When their eyes met, Viktor could practically feel the hunger coming from them. He leaned against the desk for support against their intensity.
"Viktor." This new Jayce spoke low and deep, like his voice hadn’t been used recently, and Viktor felt it in his bones. Jayce prowled towards him like an animal stalking it's prey. Viktor felt no fear, just anticipation. He'd never feared Jayce, just his feelings for him.
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Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves
Azris Week 2025 Official Playlist
Hey, Azris fans, we have less than two weeks until Azris Week 2025 begins! Can you believe?!
To get us into the community spirit, we will be posting three different ways for you to contribute to the week, whether you are a writer, artist, mood board creator, hybebeast or something else.
Today: submit this form (including your tumblr username to be properly credited in the masterlist!) to add up to five songs that remind you of Azris or your Azris Week 2025 fics.
Sunday, 6/1: a commenting/kudos game (with a prize!)
Tuesday, 6/3: self-spotlight questions
Am I Too Late chapter one snippet
An excerpt from chapter one of the Jayvik fanfic "Am I Too Late?" on ao3:
Jayce fell to the floor. He instantly knew he was in the wrong time. Perhaps the wrong timeline. He was in the broken building, except it was whole. The Counsel hadn’t been blown up yet. Which meant Viktor was alive. Seeing Mage Viktor grown old had been it’s own shock. It had been a meeting of warnings and pleas to save his own timeline. There was no time nor the reciprocated desire for a heartfelt reunion, no matter how much Jayce had wanted to hold him.
It had reenforced how Jayce felt about Viktor. He'd loved Viktor for a long time. But loving Mel had been easier. It'd been easier than complicating his friendship with Viktor. Loving her had been easier, and he had loved Mel. He'd loved her until they had grown to be too much and not enough for each other. He loved her still, loved her enough to let her go. But Jayce loved Viktor too much. Too much to let go. He loved him enough to fight.
Fic Summary:
After being dropped in the wrong timeline, Jayce takes what little time he has to try to save this world before he leaves to his own doomed timeline. Can the Jayce and Viktor he leaves behind avoid ruin that so many other timelines and worlds are facing? And can they process their own feelings for each other along the way?
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nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”
I eat that shit up every. single. time.
Lil modern au sketch🥹
Happy Pride 🫡 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️!
gd I don't need more fic ideas
Jaskier give Geralt a coat. It's a very nice coat, one that Jaskier's had since before Geralt met him. A fur coat, the same chestnut brown as Jaskier's hair and the softest thing Geralt has ever touched. It must have cost the bard a fortune.
At first Geralt protests, saying Jaskier shouldn't waste something so precious on him, but Jaskier wouldn't hear of it. He told Geralt that there's no one he'd rather give his coat to and no one he'd trust more to take care of it. With the bard looking at him so earnestly and tender Geralt couldn't say no.
He'd considered leaving it at Kaer Morhen, where it couldn't be stolen or damaged, but something about leaving it behind didn't feel right. It was such an important gift from Jaskier that he didn't want to be separated from it. So he keeps the coat tucked away in his saddlebag and guarded by Roach at all times, the safest place it could be while still within reach. And it's not as if he never used it. He'd pull the coat out on extra cold nights while on the path. The fur was so warm it chased off any chill in the air. The fond smile on Jaskier's face when he saw him using it also helped warm him from the inside out.
It wasn't until a particularly freezing winter at Kaer Morhen, when Geralt felt the need to pull out the coat even in the keep, that he learned the true significance of the gift. When Vesemir's raised eyebrow at the sight of the coat and pointed questioning about its origin led to Geralt realizing that he'd been trusted with Jaskier's selkie skin
they should invent a me who is not exhausted by simply being alive
Snippet of Chapter 31: A Mother's Revenge
Excerpt from chapter 31 of Maple Cookies and Leather Bound Books. Out now! Read it here
Lucien was limp and bleeding, likely unconscious. The guards Beron had sent to fetch his mother were taking their time, and Eris prayed that it was because they couldn’t find her. That Rhysand had gotten her out. Beron had let the remaining guards take their frustrations out on him and Lucien. Mostly Lucien. After Eris' display, they hadn't dared to touch him in any sexual manner, but Beron seemed happy to let them continue torturing them both.
Beron was growing more anxious and annoyed the longer the guards took to fetch Eleanor. Eris was growing weary. It certainly wasn't the longest he'd spent in a cell, but after using most of his strength to stop Ripper and injuring himself in the process, he had little else to use. He was mostly trying to stay conscious now. He wondered how long Beron would keep them here if Eleanor was no where to be found.
Beron paced, distracted and impatient. He’d stopped asking questions about who was poisoning him, content to let Lucien and Eris hurt for now. Perhaps he wanted to wait until Eleanor arrived. Maybe he wanted to question her instead. Her eldest son and her favorite son strung up and bleeding. One dying. Beron was counting on them to break her. Perhaps he would follow through on his promise to let the guards rape her and tell the world that his wife died.
If he did, Beron had to know that he would be dead as soon as Eris was released. He’d already pushed him with Lucien and seen the reaction. Eris didn’t have much strength left, but Beron didn’t know that. He clearly hadn’t known what Eris was capable of, though neither had Eris until he’d snapped. But as soon as Eris was released, the power would return and replenish his strength. It was all a waiting game now.
Beron stood and began yelling at one of the guards. He had lost all his patience. Eris ignored them and turned to Lucien. His chin was pressed against his now bare chest. "Lucien." He hissed. "Wake up."
Lucien didn't respond. His breathing had slowed. Blood was covering most of his front. The blood from losing his eye was dried and his hair was matted down with blood and sweat. "Please, Lucien, wake up."
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Maple Cookies and Leather Bound Books hit 17k 🤯🥳😭🖤
omg how??
if you wanna read it here's the link ig
chapter 31 coming soon 🫶🏻
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should I post abt this more on here? like a chapter snippet of each chapter?? it feels like a lot but then they'd be floating in the void for anyone to find lol
you've twisted my arm *opening writing doc*
Someone pls give me a fic where Viktor has been using every trick in the book to tell jayce he likes him and jayce is just an oblivious idiot abt it and mistakes all the signs for friendly gestures PLEASE
I need it to end with Viktor literally grabbing him and being like I LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING IDIOT and skfjrjdisjdjkd
don't tempt me with a 5+1 rn (already working on one for a different ship but now the brain is going brr)
Someone pls give me a fic where Viktor has been using every trick in the book to tell jayce he likes him and jayce is just an oblivious idiot abt it and mistakes all the signs for friendly gestures PLEASE
I need it to end with Viktor literally grabbing him and being like I LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING IDIOT and skfjrjdisjdjkd
*comes back to writing ff after a year and a half hiatus*
the fanfic demons: start more!! new fic! new fic!!
Snippet of Chapter 30: Choice
Excerpt from chapter 30 of Maple Cookies and Leather Bound Books. Out now! Read here
He sat on the ledge over looking Velaris. He sat on the mountain high above the house of wind. The training ring below him. He’d taken more of his anger out there after sending a message off to Mor. He hoped she would show, but regardless, he had no idea what he was going to do about Eris. Feyre had tried reaching him, but he’d been blocking her out. He needed time to think. Azriel knew she likely wanted to talk to him about Rhysand and what had happened. He appreciated her friendship, but he needed space to think. And all he could think of now was Eris.
His mate.
He was still trying to wrap his mind around it. They were mates. He had a mate. His mate was male. He was Eris. The words he’d whispered to Eris just the night before came back to him. How he wouldn’t care, that he’d love and cherish his mate no matter what. He had meant it. He still wanted to. Azriel wanted to love and cherish Eris. But when the moment came, he’d fucked it up. He’d let his anger and hurt take over his tongue.
If Eris took him back, where would they go from there? Did any of it matter if Eris wasn’t with him? Could Eris forgive him? Could he forgive Eris?
“Azriel?”
He turned to greet Morrigan. She walked up to where he sat. His note hadn’t said much, but it was clear she knew this was no ordinary conversation.
“Mor,” Azriel looked back over the city. She sat next to him and waited. He could feel the worry coming off her. “Tell me, what happened between you and Eris. The truth. I… I need to hear it.”
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So normal about them. June can’t come soon enough 🥺☀️ Did another version of the jacket drawing, but ended up ditching the jacket altogether
Ao3:
Me:
“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way
”getting thicker skin” is great in theory but I think for some people “get better at handling your thin skin” is gonna be way more helpful advice. I have strong emotional reactions to criticism and they might never go away, but i can continue to try and handle each situation maturely and that’s the important part. Sometimes irrational feelings are chronic and living with them is better than trying to beat yourself up into not having them.