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#— lyssa’s thoughts
lyssasdrafts · 27 days
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kidnapper on the phone: we have your son
feyre, staring at nyx: he’s with me right now?
kidnapper: then who’s this illyrian demanding we cut the crust off his sandwich and read him bedtime stories?
feyre: …
feyre: i can’t believe they have cassian
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fayzart136 · 7 days
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"It is a truth, often forgot, that the end is very rarely the end."
This was a fun lineup to do! The closeups are below the cut, and I've put design details/reasoning in the alt text. I rambled a bit this time, I hope people don't find that annoying.
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demon-princess13 · 3 months
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never, not once in my life, has someone asked me to be their valentine (irl)
isn’t that kinda sad
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saym0-0 · 2 months
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assigning Fear Entities to characters in mechs albums, as Normal people do (specifically ttbtvii)
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teammomjeans · 2 years
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Phan art idea: Vlad already has Wolverine’s haircut. What if he had ecto-claws like Wolvie too? 👀💦💦
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i-mybrunettelady · 27 days
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also this is a lyssa stan account i love her sm she's my WIFE
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fated-normal-767 · 14 days
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Okay so at this point in time, the only people who have good things to say about Ares and would say it are:
Shimmer (probably not but can’t be completely ruled out), Dolos, Tenebris, Aphrodite themselves, Aion (maybe? If they’re not currently absent?), and….. I think that’s all? I guess Alastor could say something about what he’s like professionally speaking but somehow I doubt it .
Lilith isn’t here yet cause she shows up mid-to-late chapter 2 if I’m not mistaken ? If I am then I guess we could also slap her on this list .
But wait ! If Ares is currently shacking up with Dolos, then this happens after the puzzle surrounding his strange activities - which in hindsight explains why you drew her in her . Well her era , instead of her depressed and repressed guy era .
So that means that whatever is happening…. hey wait, didn’t Ares like…. Quit his job after she’d met Dolos or am I getting the timeline wrong on that ??
He faked his death in order to leave THEN met dolos who he stayed with for a few years. then dolos ‘dies’ and he’s so distraught he goes back to the job he was willing to kill himself to leave. And then he meets Aphrodite.
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lyssatbqh · 6 months
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You see her dressed like this partner dancing w trans people wyd
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Lyssa von Zarovich is Strahd’s grandniece, right? That means that he’s her great uncle.
Strahd is her Gruncle: he’s Grunkle Strahd.
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cyndalyssa · 1 year
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And now we have an Adora/She-Ra!
I think she turned out better than my He-Man, partially because I find women easier to draw than men (though with this franchise, I could get in a lot of practice for the latter haha). Though, like with her brother before, the base form was easier to come up with a design for than the empowered form.
I did initially think of Adora with long hair, but given she starts out as Despara in my personal iteration (I need to be more consistent on what I call it XP), I thought of her with short hair and decided... I like that better.
Oh, yeah, bonus Despara:
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lyssasdrafts · 3 months
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i just know azriel was appalled when bryce left. she shows up, calls him out for not having a love life, then calls him a club rat, steals his weapon that he’s really attached to and leaves
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runelocked · 7 months
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HE’S  NOT  THE  MAN  HE  USED  TO  BE.  He  feels  it  more  than  ever  around  his  eldest   daughter.  It’s  a  curse  all  fathers  face  at  some  point  in  their  lives,  where  they  look  around  and  realize  that  they  are  no  longer  needed,  no  longer  the  lead  influence,  in  their  daughter’s  life . . .  But  with  everything  that  has  happened,  he  feels  it  all  the  more  strongly  with  every  little  action.  When  her  words  make  him  grit  his  teeth.  When  her  laugh  at  his  words  makes  him  want  to  slap  her.  When  the  mention  of  that  stupid  band  makes  him  want  to  drown  himself  in  another  bottle  until  he’s  forgotten  he  even  has  had  a  daughter.  And  it’s  uncomfortable,  all  of  this.  William  hasn’t  struggled  to  keep  power  in  a  conversation  for  years.  And  God,  struggling  now  makes  him  feel  older  than  ever.
It’s  the  small  things  that  break  a  man’s  pride  most.  Here,  it’s  her  insistence  on  being  named Ollie.  Ollie,  Ollie,  with  no  respect  or  care  that  he  had  named  her.  Him !  Her  mother  had  wanted  something  different.  He  had  pleaded.  It’s  a  sign  he’s  not  just  lost  his  daughter,  but  any  influence  he  had  over  her  too,  and  it’s  enough  to  actually  drive  him  to  action:  lurching forward  towards  her,  eyes  simmering  with  heated  anger,  gait  unsteady,  cigarette  discarded.  It’s  the  least  important  thing  now. He’s  stopped  by  his  own  awareness  of  the  passers - by  and  his  scraps  of  sanity  (  delusion ),  that  remind  him  she  is  only  acting  out  because  she  isn’t  old  enough  to  know  better.  She’s  young,  still,  and  doesn’t  know  the  lengths  to  which  her  father  is  going  for  her.  For  them  all !  And  so  he  refrains,  barely,  from  grabbing  her.  Wouldn’t  have  known  what  to  do  with  himself  from  there.  He  has  never  laid  a  hand  on  his  children.  Despite  everything,  the idea of it sickens him now.  “ A  grown  adult  and  somehow  you’re  still  an  ungrateful  brat, ”  he  snaps,  composure  crumbling,  and  for  a  second  he  feels  like  the  child,  screaming  and  shouting  about  something  so  small,  “ your  name  is  Olivia.  I  don’t  care  what  your  little  friends  call  you,  I  don’t  care  what  you’ve  called  yourself.  You’ll  always  be  Olivia,  do  you  understand ? ”  Evan,  Elizabeth,  Michael,  Olivia.  His  babies, his children.  It’s  almost  impossible  for  him  to  reconcile  the  image  of  Ollie  as  a  child  with  the  young  woman  in  front  of  him:  in  his  drunken  state,  he  blames  Ollie  for  taking  his  daughter  Olivia  away.  Stares  her  down  with  a  vicious  glint  in  his  eyes,  evening  air  biting  at  his  skin.
CONTINUED. / @feardrummed
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jessica-writes22 · 1 year
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My limp body fell to the cold hard floor and I felt two gentle hands scoop under me and bring me to their chest. "I warned you not to touch what is mine," Kian growled and stood up lifting me with him. "How dare you touch my Queen." Rage filled his voice.
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pussy-ache · 6 months
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being hungover is only okay if someones there to hold my hair and rub my back
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rhodrymavelyne · 1 year
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L is for 'Lyssa
'Lyssa whispers within the heart of her vessel, becoming more alive...
I’ve returned from the shadows after hiding deep within a bruised heart, called by The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. A Godling for Your Thoughts? This godling etched me upon a coin, breathing life into me from an image, a thought, a wish. She will always be My Tool, My Treasure even if she thinks I am hers. Too long have we been caught in a Web of Inspiration. It’s time to spin one of my own.…
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educatedsimps · 10 days
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— 11:06pm
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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader
a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh
wc: 643
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you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.
iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).
you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.
“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.
“mhmm…” you yawned.
the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.
“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.
you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.
the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.
so damn cute.
you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.
“yes! we got it,” he hissed.
you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.
his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.
“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.
iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”
“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.
you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).
he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.
“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.
“i love u more, haji.”
“ ‘mpothsible.”
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