i imagine lucien has a warm voice. i can't really explain it, but it just makes sense for his voice to be like bathing in the sun or sitting near a fireplace after a cold day.
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I’d like to present: Lucien giving away his coats
Acotar, Chapter 39:
Acomaf, chapter 65:
Acowar, chapter 7
Acowar, chapters 11 & 12
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Progress and I threw away my sleep schedule for hand drawn and translated book text to ELVISH…the things I do for my love of the craft.
But hey I now somewhat know elvish 😂😂
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One of my recent and beloved pictures. 😭
It’s an ArchFey Patron a friend of mine conjured up, his name is Gaspard.
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Getting this out so if you don’t like the ramblings of a person who has self esteem issues, welp…bye. ❤️
Anyway, I have always struggled with appreciating the work I produce, I’m so hard on myself, mostly due to seeing my friends and mutuals who also share their artwork and, I see that mine doesn’t contain the same amount of detail, or looks as polished, or is just not to the same caliber, or in the same style, or shit, gets as much traction, I always, or well have always, felt lesser.
It’s created this cycle of self deprecation and hatred for my artwork and it’s made me blind to the progress I have actually made over the years as I’ve gotten back into drawing. I was never proud of my work and even though I’d post it, or follow a trend or anything like that, nothing made me happy, or prideful and, it sucked.
It only now hit me that I’ve come so far and learned so much and can actually visually see the progress I’ve made, in the craft that I love so much. I finished a picture that took me days and rather than feeling burnt out or tired, I looked at it and wept. Wept because it was something I drew for the fun of it, something I drew that didn’t have a time constraint or a gimmick, something that had to do with something I find joy in, and I wept because it was beautiful, and I could remember how I did it and am actually confident enough to say I could do it again. That…hasn’t happened in a long time for me and it felt like true breath, like I can actually do this, am I an artist, and I am capable of doing something that not only I like but others would find beautiful as well.
I no longer feel like I’m posing as an artist, the imposter is no longer present, it’s finally Me, and it feels magnificent..
I’m finally here.
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bear barbarian halsin.... do u get it
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“And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.”
Dorian is one of my favorite characters in ToG and just…words…I’m not good at them.
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All I’m imagining is Nyx going basically Jack Jack from the Incredibles and it’s giving me so much serotonin! 😂
Can't stop thinking about Nyx inheriting Feyre's shape-shifting and it being very emotionally driven when he's young. There's all of these cute and cuddly animals when Nyx goes through the clingy, stranger-danger phase. It's so adorable!
But then there's the perfect opportunity for Rhys to point at the bear cub roaring mid-tantrum and say, "That's your son."
...only for Nyx to go full winged, tooth and clawed Spawn of Darkness.
Feyre doesn't have to say anything. She just smiles smugly as Rhys tries to keep the River House in one piece.
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“What’s out there that I have to be scared of?”
“Me…you should be scared of me..”
Ya idc what people say that last few chapters KILLED ME!!
Damn you Rebecca Yarros!!
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