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Hello! As requested by so many, here is the B&N exclusive story from The Wicked King! Hope y’all enjoy! I’ll be posting my thoughts and theories about the book later today. Feel free to share your thoughts and theories with me, too! 🙃😭
fake dating to lovers is nice but married for non-romantic reasons to lovers is next fucking level
kind of wanna reinforce this here. because i’ve seen ai writing become so popular on tik tok.
it’s literally theft. just like how ai art steals, ai writing steals. it’s using authors’ very real work to generate whatever you type in. and this also needs to be said as well.
seeing this all over my fyp is REALLY discouraging. fanfic itself is already a labor of love and we love it when you interact. but please do not use ai writing for your fanfic needs when this writing literally steals from fanfic authors.
genuinely don’t know if this post will go around because my interactions outside of hcs are shit, but i hope it does.
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Gwyn: On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?
Azriel: Pi.
Azriel: Low-scale but never-ending.
Gwyn:
Gwyn: Are you okay?
@.MercedesBenzUK Mercedes-Benz, perfect for driving days and Knights. Congratulations Sir Lewis.
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@fireheart-cursebreaker - As requested and promised. A fan fiction of the Suriel as the Flower Girl at Feyre’s wedding. I had to decide if I wanted to make this funny or serious. And I had to choose if the Suriel would enjoy the experience or loathe Feyre for all eternity because of it. In the end, I tried to stay as true to the Suriel’s character as I possibly could, which led to some very interesting content. And there’s a little twist at the end that I hope you love. Enjoy!
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All rights to the story and characters belong to SJM.
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There was too much bustling about for Its taste. Too many people running to and fro with fabric and flowers, jewelry and crowns, platters laden with honeyed tarts and other disgusting, foul smelling delicacies. Blood. Fear. Screams of agony. The pleas of the dying for mercy. That is what the Suriel longed to feast upon. It had been in this damned city far too long. But It had made a promise. And the Suriel never broke Its promises. Whether they were promises of eternal torment, or promises of truth and friendship. Friend. That is what Feyre had called It the day she once again trapped It deep in the Illyrian Mountains. It had smelled her coming long before she arrived, and was curious to hear what Feyre-Cursebreaker, Defender of Velaris, High Lady of Night would wish to ask.
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due to not wanting to, i will not. thanks.