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The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.
https://taylor.lnk.to/thetorturedpoetsdepartment
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I'm cooking
I can feel the Elucien plots marinating. Can feel something filthy brewing. I pray the album provides some monster inspiration but I do whatever Taylor wills
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I will NEVER tire of reading erina fics!! You could dump them all at once and I would eat them up nom nom nom
Then I can't wait for you to see the one where he pays her money to pretend to be his fiance because he's sworn off love
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I had the last laugh in the end
Parenting a teen is going well, why do you ask?
#parenting is actually easy if you like your kids and they have your exact personality#I did get her set up with premium just in time for ttpd#ALSO SHE UPDATED HER NAME IN MY PHONE I just think it's funny#i love to make slides about feminism#I sprinkle in memes to make it relevant#that's how she got the sex talk lmao
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ERIS VANSERRA, FUTURE HIGH LORD
In my dreams I'm dying all the time
Then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye?
This is goodbye
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Parenting a teen is going well, why do you ask?
#WHAT THE FUCK DOES OHIO RIZZ MEAN???#youths of Tumblr come help me workshop a devestation yet cool response#i just learned what rizz means can you tell?
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Erina is always popping off 💕 please never stop
Erina is always popping off because they're always running their mouth
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came for the elucien, stayed for the erina 🩷
You and me both, babes
#erina keeps me going#i have so many completed fics of them just in the vault#when im sad- time to work it out through eris and arina#i do all my best and most unhinged work with them
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All the Arina art makes me so happy. They did such a good job with it. One day when I am confident enough I will get off anon and show you my eris Arina drawings cause they live in my head rent free and that's the only acotar related thing I can draw anymore.
Can u spoil some more of the amnesia fic any crumbs really for that matter it's been weeks but I am not over it 😭😭
Okay I found it, and turns out it actually does have a title. So I threw that whole little fit for nothing. I don't remember what I shared last time, and honestly I don't know why I'm sitting on this. It's done, just languishing.
TW for child loss beneath the cut
There she was, in that beautiful white dress. And Eris was smiling, broad and unrestrained, one hand on her hip, the other holding her hand. He certainly looked like a man in love. And she….she didn’t understand herself. What could Eris have said or done that ever would have changed her mind?
“I don’t remember it,” Arina replied, tossing the phone back to Elain. She wanted to watch herself spin in circles all night, hoping something might come back. Clearly that memory wasn’t special, so why keep watching? Besides, Arina wasn’t convinced this wasn’t all some elaborate prank. It was exactly the kind of joke Lucien would have found funny once.
She might have believed that theory more had Eris Vanserra not been wheeled up, his beautiful face bruised and swollen just the same as hers. She’d been fixated on his ringless hand and the tan line where it had once clearly sat. She had the ring he’d given her—broken and ruined in the wake of the crash.
She believed they’d been together. Just like she believed he’d nearly died. Elain told him when she’d been pulled from the car, Eris’s arm had been flung against her chest, causing the break. He’d tried to protect her.
It didn’t make sense. There was something she was missing beyond her memories. Some vital understanding, some puzzle piece that, even without her memories, if she had it, would make everything else make sense.
“You will,” Elain said, just as she had been ever since Arina had broken down sobbing, flipping through her wedding album. How could she lose five years of her life. How could she forget the man she’d tied herself to, the dating, the engagement, the marriage? Beyond that, she’d missed her own life—a career, her best friend having children, moving from California up to New York.
Half a decade, just erased.
That wasn’t counting the secret Arina was keeping, too scared to admit to Elain and certainly not to the dead-eyed Eris Vanserra. When she’d woken, she’d been alone. A nurse had been fiddling with her monitor, adjusting some medication hanging beside her bed. And when Arina, confused and aching and scared, had asked what had happened, the nurse had gone for a doctor.
She’d learned, then, that outside of the internal injuries they’d had to open her up to piece back together, that she’d lost a baby. And Arina, who couldn’t even remember wanting a child, or what man that life might have belonged to, had sealed away that information.
Eris Vanserra’s child. Did he even want that baby? Had he been happy? Excited? Angry? Arina knew she couldn’t ask him, though she’d been so afraid he might ask her and she’d have to break the news that he’d lost more than just his wife in that accident.
#sometimes i feel like no one wants to read another erina story#and i should focus on elucien#i just really like writing them
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my favorite elucien fic of all time is the one you wrote where lucien kidnaps elain because yeah lucien deserves to go a little crazy and be unhinged every once in a while, that shit’s hot
This made me laugh because which one, anon? Which kidnapping fic- there is more than one
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The thing you need to know, anon who asked me for a snippet of amnesia Erina, is that I can't find it because I don't give my documents titles. So there are 80 UNNAMED documents, and I can't figure out how to search for it.
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Unpictured: Eris, just behind her on his knees.
Arina in the Day Court is something that can actually be so personal and I’m forever grateful to @separatist-apologist for creating such a strong, beautiful and brave character. She’s become such an integral part of the ACOTAR world to me and so many readers out there, and drawing her was the least I could do to show my appreciation!☀️
I love her and I love YOU, MB - thank you for blessing us with your stories 💕
Arina was created by and belongs to @separatist-apologist. Please do not repost!
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I can't escape the realization that it would be so easy for the good, protective, unconditional love of a parent to be twisted by fear into something else. I think of what I would do if my world fell apart the way Bode's did, what would I do to keep my little beans safe?
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