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aah, it's finished! this took so long,,,,,,
#17 hrs according to procreate#my arm hurts....#nightrunner#alec i amasa#seregil i korit#alec x seregil#lynn flewelling#arbutus art
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I kinda wanna talk about trans Alec but I'm not sure anyone else would want to. But just imagine that when they first meet and Alec won't let Seregil watch him undress and is all modest and everything it's not entirely because he's Dalnan and at least in part because he has a secret. His father supported the fact that he had a son and not a daughter like he'd originally thought, but he also knew that not everyone would. Especially where they lived. So he taught Alec to be very careful and not to let anyone know. He was very clear with Alec that sometimes people get hurt or killed for being different, for being who they are. And so Alec has always been careful like his father taught him, and he's even more paranoid since his father passed away. He was terrified they were going to find out when he had been captured but thankfully they hadn't. Maybe they would have if Seregil hadn't saved him but Seregil did save him.
And Seregil is over here silently freaking out because he can't decide if this really is Dalnan modesty, trying to convince himself that this isn't excessive even for Dalnans, and that there is no reason to just assume horrible things like that Alec is hiding some sign of a horrible plague that Seregil might catch and die in disfigured agony from. He's contemplating and then throwing away the idea only to contemplate again the idea of stealing off at some point and leaving Alec behind. The boy has, after all, is used to solitude. And he's perfectly safe now. There's no reason he has to stick around. But he doesn't want to. Alas, he always knew a pretty face would be his downfall.
Then one day he accidentally sees Alec unclothed. He honestly didn't mean to, no matter what Micum might have said if he'd been around. Seregil is the first to admit that he enjoys the pleasures of the flesh perhaps a bit more than some, and would easily admit that he certainly thinks Alec is beautiful. He does have eyes, you know, and they work just fine. But, Alec had made it clear he didn't want Seregil to see him naked and Seregil would never violate that. It just happened by accident. But, oh what a relief!
Alec looks terrified but all Seregil can say is, "Oh, thank Illior!"
And now it's Alec's turn to be quite confused. Of all the reactions he had expected Seregil to have upon seeing Alec's chest uncovered and his nether regions just as bare it hadn't been that. He had expected anger and accusations, maybe a punch to the face. Seregil had never given him a reason to think he would do that but Alec remembered his father's teachings. And he had just assumed everyone was like that on some level and that there was nowhere he would be accepted for who he is.
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I am sure the Howl ship is gonna win, but I still do this... do not tell me about the toxic ships (I know them). The xenogenesis/lilith's brood one is a party.
#booklr#my polls#I couldn't even think about 10 book ships because I don't have that many#I even had to use my lesser ones...
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Shroud crossword clue
SHROUD CROSSWORD CLUE DRIVER
The Sudarium is displayed to the public three times a year: Good Friday, the Feast of the Triumph of the Cross on 14 September, and its octave on 21 September. The small chapel housing it was built specifically for the cloth by King Alfonso II of Asturias in AD 840 the Arca Santa is an elaborate reliquary chest with a Romanesque metal frontal for the storage of the Sudarium and other relics. Are you looking for more answers, or do you have a question for other crossword. The laboratory noted that later oil contamination could have resulted in the late dating. We found 4 answers for the crossword clue Cover as if with a shroud. However, at the same conference at which this information was presented, it was noted that in actuality the cloth has a definite history extending back to approximately 570 AD. The cloth has been dated to around 700 AD by radiocarbon dating. The Sudarium (Latin for sweat cloth) is thought to be the cloth that was wrapped around the head of Jesus Christ after he died as described in John 20:6-7. 84 x 53 cm (33 x 21 inches) kept in the Cámara Santa of the Cathedral of San Salvador, Oviedo, Spain. Clue: Shroud Shroud is a crossword puzzle clue that we have spotted over 20 times. On one of the giants, Procopio saw a familiar face-that of Ameer Tukephremo, the Mulhorandi wizard who had sold him the cloaking spells in exchange for the promise of Halruaan magic.The Sudarium of Oviedo, or Shroud of Oviedo, is a bloodstained piece of cloth measuring c. In a grey cloak and a round, grey hat with gold cords, followed closely by two shadowy attendant figures, he stepped briskly amain, eager to open those gates across the path of his ambition, locked against him hitherto by the very hands from which he now went to receive the key. Search for crossword clues found in the NY Times, Daily Celebrity, Daily Mirror, Telegraph and major. 4010, 4020 Fan Shroud-John Deere 4000, 4010, 4020 Fan ShroudGood Usedall. Answers for USE A SHROUD, SAY crossword clue. Click the answer to find similar crossword clues. Enter the length or pattern for better results. The Crossword Solver finds answers to classic crosswords and cryptic crossword puzzles. Ripping off his cloak, Alec gathered the hem of it in one hand and tossed the other end at the upthrust corner, hoping to catch it with the hood. taking the first step quote lower crossword clue 8 letters VORON 2 FULL. All solutions for shroud 6 letters crossword answer - We have 5 clues, 84 answers & 193 synonyms from 3 to 21 letters. The Crossword Solver found 20 answers to 'shroud of ', 5 letters crossword clue.
SHROUD CROSSWORD CLUE DRIVER
Twitching his dusty cloak back, he showed Alec the wooden peg strapped to the stump of his left leg.Ĭold with dread, Alec found the driver and helped him bundle Seregil, well wrapped in cloaks and blankets, into the carriage. He gave Alec his belt dagger and a small, razorlike blade from the neck of his cloak. Giving them a polite nod, Alec tried to hurry past but one caught the edge of his cloak and yanked him roughly into their midst. Waiting until all was quiet, Rolan mounted in front of Alec and handed him back the cloak. Her heavy cloak, though far from alamodality, was of excellent material and well made. The Wing Commander had to penetrate the veil of bitterness with which the pilot cloaked his account to see the fine airmanship that had got Robert down at all. He unclasped the silver agraffe at his neck and swung the cloak from his shoulders. Nest, but she had given glowing details, cloaked it with such an aura of glamour they had been agog with excitement. Whigs, was constantly using its principle and its prestige as a cloak for the aggrandizement of special interests. Many of the people afoot had worn and ragged coats, breeches out at the knee, dresses with tattered hems, and threadbare cloaks or none at all. The Crossword Solver found 20 answers to 'shroud cover', 7 letters crossword clue. He also took off a cloak of fine material, in which he had dressed himself that day, and dressed the king in it, and sent for some colored boots, which he put on his feet, and he put a large silver ring on his finger, because he had heard that he had admired greatly a silver ornament worn by one of the sailors.
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Welp, I am a Nightrunner/Watcher. On it!!
In related news, if anyone wants to babble about the series to me, consider this an open invitation.
#nightrunner series#alec x seregil#seregil i korit#alec i amasa#nightrunner#luck in the shadows#literature#reading
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Observation upon re-reading Nightrunner: Seregil is always on top.
I mean, like, physically. One, I believe he and Alec switch, at least occasionally and two, we know for a fact not all sex involves penetration. (And obviously, ya can ride from the top.) But in every instance I can recall from the novels, which I am currently re-reading (up to The White Road), Alec is described as lying on the bed or against the wall with Seregil on top of him.
Seregil pushes Alec against a wall? Check. Seregil shoves Alec onto a bed? Check. Alec pulls Seregil down on top of him? Check.
I mean, neither here nor there. But yeah.
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I can see in your face that you mean it
Guess whose back. Back again.
Yeah I had a bad anxiety day so dived back into some old comfort media and decided to finish off a fic I started back in my intital Nightrunners obsession phase.
It's fluff and smut and emotions and if you like it, please consider leaving a comment over on Ao3!
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Oh Aura, he’s beautiful.
Seregil would have thought, hoped maybe, that after months of pining after Alec and everything they’d been through, after finally getting him into bed and opening his heart in a way he’d never done before, he’d be done with this. That there wouldn’t be moments when his lover’s eyes caught the morning light or he grinned in that way that showed the slight gap in his front teeth or he’d feel his soft hair run through his fingers and Seregil’s heart would drop like he was half a child again and didn’t recognise the taste of love. And in his mind he’d just sigh he’s beautiful.
Except now he got to feel the second heart throbbing behind his own with it’s own silly, dizzy, free falling love and Seregil would get to follow it with and he’s mine.
Five days since their first together and none had been exactly like any other. Each one had been unique as Alec’s confidence grew and he began to ask for more, push further, move into the spaces Seregil left for him. He was as quick a learner as he’d ever been though Seregil couldn’t remember ever being quite so delighted by it. Maybe as he’d watched him learn his letters and read his first books while delight dawned in his eyes, perhaps that would come a fairly close second.
But when he closed the door to their Watermead room behind him and flicked the lock across with a reassuringly heavy metallic thunk, turning to see Alec already sprawled naked across the bed, Seregil thought maybe it wasn’t that close at all. Because what could compare to this?
Gods above, he’s beautiful.
“Come on,” Alec stretched out a hand to him playfully, a needy whine in his voice that may have been part of the game and may not have been, “I’ve been waiting for ages, how long does ‘one last cup of beer’ take?”
“When it’s as good as Kari’s? Quite a while,” Seregil smirked with amusement, coming over and catching Alec’s hand in his own, “And besides, I was trying to make it slightly less obvious what we would be doing. Trying to save what little of your modesty was left after you tore up the stairs as soon as dinner was done.”
Alec blushed a little but not as much as he might have done a few nights ago, “Everyone in the house already knows...and besides, you promised me something new.”
“That I did, talí,” Seregil raised Alec’s knuckles to his lips, “I would add that it’s only if you're willing but judging by how you tripped rushing up here- everyone saw that, by the way- you’re more than willing.”
His cheeks now the bright cherry colour Seregil knew and loved, Alec shivered, “You said perhaps we could go a little further…”
Seregil nipped at the inside of his wrist before letting go so he could make short work of his own clothes. Wearing any scrap of material while his lover was so pleasingly naked was unbearable. As he did, Alec rolled onto his back, stretching like a contented cat as if to make absolutely sure there was no possible inch of him he hadn’t seen. They’d been repairing and painting fences that day, there were still scrapes on Alec’s palms and knees from their work, white wash on his hairline he’d missed as he’d scrubbed off the marks from their duelling with paintbrushes. Little imperfections, lingering traces of the time they’d spent together, like a map Seregil was eager to follow.
Gods, he’s just so beautiful.
Twice in one night, what was happening to him?
Now undressed, Seregil nudged Alec’s legs open enough that he could kneel on the bed between them, “Not so much further, my talí, I won’t be asking a lot of you. I just...well, offering you some more of me?”
Alec’s eyes widened at the edges, as he gazed up at Seregil, “Oh. Like, um...like the tavern board?”
Seregil grinned, he really owed some of his green lantern friends a drink if they were ever back in Rhíminee, “Well, not quite as athletic as all that. And strictly just the two of us. But in essence? In mechanics? Yes.”
There was a soft inhalation, a flush creeping down Alec’s neck, “So...me...me in you?” Just saying the words sent the flush bleeding down across his collarbone.
“That is the way I’m used to doing things though I’d certainly be interested in covering all of our options, as it were,” Seregil tilted his head playfully, “Another night. For now, I thought this would be a little less daunting.”
Alec’s teeth snagged his lower lip, his clever mind clearly working behind his bright eyes as they slid down the length of Seregil’s body. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t rather smug at the look of hunger and want that swiftly gathered in them.
“I’m willing to try,” Alec murmured eventually, his smile coming back quick and coy and daring, “As long as you promise I won’t be hurting you.”
Seregil raised an eyebrow and let his own eyes wander shamelessly, focusing between Alec’s open legs, “Well...it’s your rather superior equipment against my experience, isn’t it?”
“Oh hush!” Alec snorted, kicking out at him lightly, “I’m serious!”
Laughing, Seregil caught him by the ankle, pressing kisses along the inside of his leg, “I promise I’ll tell you if I need you to slow down or hold still. Communication, yes? Just like we talked about.”
Alec nodded, melting into the touch, growing pliant and supple. He knew this, he’d grown pleasantly familiar with such attentions to Seregil’s joy. And where his lover’s limited experience ended, Seregil could take his hand and lead him.
So he took his time, devotedly ensuring Alec was boneless and purring contentedly, soft and relaxed everywhere but between the legs. Only then did he pull back and go for his pack, left carefully within reach just over the edge of the bed. He drew back, holding a small bottle of oil made in red glass and shaped rather fancifully into a heart, stoppered with black wax.
“What’s that?” Alec asked, now watching every one of his movements very carefully.
“Ah,” Seregil slipped easily into his instructing voice, naturally holding the same tone he would if he were introducing Alex to a new type of lock, “When people make love in this fashion, a little extra help is required to allow things to move easily. That’s what this oil is for. Very important, particularly from my perspective.”
“Oh, to his credit, Alec was blushing less ferociously each time, “And, um...what do you do with it?”
Seregil smiled indulgently, eyes sparkling, “Why don’t I show you, talí?”
He opened the stopper with his teeth, holding the bottle at a height so Alec could watch it ooze thickly onto his fingertips. In the low candlelight, it shone like glass fresh drawn from a blower’s oven, it moved like honey.
Immediately, Alec sniffed, eyes brightening, “It smells nice...what is that?”
Seregil chuckled, tilting the bottle back to stem the flow once he judged he had enough, “You’re not getting away that easily. You tell me.”
“I thought we were making love, not a lesson,” Alec wrinkled his nose but he wasn’t one to miss a chance for praise, “Um...roses. Vanilla. Oh, those yellow flowers that grow in the Oreska House park, I can’t remember their name…”
“Ylang,” Seregil supplied, beaming proudly, “Well done, my love. This is the finest stuff from the Street of Lights so it’s scented. I expect we’ll have some leaner times in the future but fortunately there are a lot of other cheaper options that work just as well.”
He worked as he spoke, working the oil between his thumb and fingers, warming it a little. In moments, the air was filled with that rich, floral smell, the kind of scent you could get drunk on. Alec inhaled deeply, watching closely so he didn’t miss a moment of what Seregil was doing.
“And that stuff goes where exactly?” he breathed, curiosity and lust making him a little impatient.
“Plenty on your cock before it comes anywhere near me,” Seregil hummed, “You may think I’m flattering you, talí, but I’m perfectly serious. You’re one of the more...physically gifted lovers I’ve had.”
“One of?” Alec muttered as Seregil shifted, lazily stretching out onto his back then propping himself up on one elbow, stretching his legs out across his lover’s. Alec took immediate advantage, running his hands up Seregil’s calves, enjoying the play of muscle there.
Seregil either didn’t hear or chose not to hear, continuing, “But first my body needs some preparation. Other times this can be your task, if you like, but for tonight...just watch and learn.”
Alec nodded hard, his attention now fully caught on Seregil’s hand, two fingers shining with the oil, and it’s path down between his open legs. He’d spent the last five nights exploring every inch of his faie’s body but he still felt a slight shiver when he was allowed to see these most intimate parts of him, when he was allowed to feel some sense of ownership of them. Five nights was not nearly long enough that Alec’s pupils didn’t widen, his breath didn’t quicken, his mouth didn’t dry at the sight of Seregil sinking first one finger into himself, then two. He wasn’t sure an entire lifetime would be enough.
“Gods…” he murmured, apparently unconscious of the naked awe on his face, “And that...that feels good?”
Seregil rather thought his rapidly hardening prick answered that question but he was charmed nonetheless, “Yes. There’s a spot a little deeper, hold on...ah, there, right there...not strictly the point of this but gods, yes, it feels good.”
His voice grew more strained and breathy as he brushed his sweet spot, as he coaxed his muscles into slackening, scissoring his fingers and chuckling at the expression that put on Alec’s face as he watched, enraptured and practically salivating. He’d started leaning forward, apparently not realising that he was now sat right up off the bolsters.
“That’ll do,” Seregil eventually sighed, drawing his fingers back, “If it were you, I’d give you a little more but I rather like when it has a bit of bite to it.”
“Now me,” Alec reached for the oil, still in Seregil’s other hand, clearly eager to progress.
But Seregil sat up quick, holding the red vial just out of reach with an amused smirk, “Ah ah. Sit back, talí.”
Alec swallowed hand but did as he was bid, hands flitting to his chest where they waited like anxious birds. He watched, wide eyed and breath coming in snatches, as Seregil poured oil on his trembling erection from a few inches above, giving a strangled moan as the cool liquid met his burning skin.
“I want to make the most of this,” Seregil purred, “The first time I get to have you share my body...I won’t rush this, talí.”
Alec’s youth flashed through for a moment as he stuck his tongue out but then fell quiet as Seregil’s fingers caught the oil dripping down the side of his cock, working the slick across the flesh. Both of them seemed to realise the importance this night had taken, maybe feeling it in the talímenios bond humming with love and need between them. They would have hundreds of nights together over their long lives, they would know each other in so many ways, but everything would have a one and only first. And that was cause to hold your breath, bare your heart and pay attention.
Seregil kept his attentions brief and light, remembering that Alec had the stamina of someone very new to sex. He stopped as soon as his lover’s cock was shining in the rapidly dimming glow of their bedside candle.
“How…” Alec murmured, pupils now wide enough that little of their blue colour could be seen.
Seregil smiled indulgently, “You lie back, talí. It’ll let me set the pace of things and I want to see your beautiful face.”
That made Alec chuckle as he slid completely onto his back, making room for Seregil to mount him, to bracket his hips with his knees. He didn’t sink down just yet, taking a moment to admire his young lover’s face, the anticipation and surprise at a new, unfamiliar desire. Seregil lightly touched Alec’s cheek and, there again, that thought.
Oh Aura, he’s beautiful. How can he be so beautiful and not know? How can he be so beautiful and be mine?
Alec just smiled, turning his head slightly and kissing the tips of Seregil’s fingers, tasting rose and vanilla. Either the thought hadn’t made it across the talímenios bond in its entirety or Alec had simply heard, he’d glimpsed the insecurity that lay not all that deep beneath Seregil’s crooked smile and had swept it into the pile of things he loved about him without a second thought. Like it could be so easy.
“I love you,” the words were rawer than he’d intended, bursting from his chest like a bird fleeing through a bent bar in its cage. He’d said it before and he’d meant it but this time it came from the very soul of him.
And Alec smiled, bright as sunlight, meaning it just as much but finding it so much easier, “I love you too, Seregil.”
Dark strands of hair falling in his face, Seregil had no answer to that but to reach back and take Alec’s cock in his hand, guiding him inside him as he slowly sank down. Any more words and he felt he might explode. But this he could do, he could give Alec his body and gladly.
Alec gave a strained moan as soon as the head of him pushed past the tight ring, face tensing, “Gods...oh gods, Seregil…”
Seregil took a deep, slow breath, allowing and not forcing his body to stretch to accommodate Alec. There was pain, just an edge to it, the kind he had always loved about this act. Eventually, inch by inch, he took him down to the hilt, shifting both hands to brace on Alec’s chest.
“You’re so tight, fuck…”
Seregil gave a trembling, breathy laugh, tilting his head back, “Just give me a moment, talí…”
Alec held obediently still, even as a low moan echoed through his chest. His blonde hair fanned about the sheets like a sunburst, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes fixed on Seregil’s face with such devotion. He looked almost godlike, something to be worshipped.
Finally, Seregil felt ready, moving his hips slowly and then gradually faster. Each time, Alec pressed against his sweet spot, direct and undeniable, pulling a high gasp from him at the peak. Eventually he felt his talímenios move too, angling his hips to meet Seregil’s movements, near lifting him clear off the bed. He could only express his approval in a broken, wanton cry, drawing his nails down Alec’s chest.
“Oh talí, my talí,” he gasped, high and wild, falling forward so his hair fell in a waterfall about them, pulling him into a desperate kiss that was lavishly returned. He bucked wildly now, body instinctively seeking release.
“Seregil…” Alec keened into his open mouth, “Fuck, I...I can’t…”
“Let go,” Seregil gasped, pressing their foreheads together, “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”
“I...Seregil...fuck,” he near screamed the last few words, whole body snapping taught and rigid, hands flying up to seize his lover’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him in place as he flooded him with heat.
Seregil cursed in Aurënfaie as he fell, bare seconds behind, painting Alec’s chest and chin in spatters of white. Not just their bodies but their bond thrummed as if set alight, pleasure almost painful to hold like you weren’t sure your body could hold it. But finally, just at the point where it would become too much, it peaked and both men were left panting and shaking.
Somewhere in it all the candles had finally guttered, Alec and Seregil coming back to their own minds in darkness. Outside, an owl called out a sweet, lowing song.
Alec moved, catching their lips together again, kissing him now gently and sweetly. Sergeil was helpless in his hands and his tenderness, feeling small and soft and safe above all.
“That was...gods, that was incredible,” Alec eventually murmured, his voice raspy and fractured, “What in the name of the gods was I doing for a year when we could have been doing this?”
Seregil laughed, feeling Alec soften and slip out of him, letting him fully sprawl across his lover and fully give in to his exhaustion.
“We have hundreds of years to make up for it, my sweet. Don’t you worry.”
Alec sighed happily, that thought giving him so much comfort as he threw a leg over Seregil to press him closer, “I don’t know how you do it. How you make me feel so brave so I can do things I never thought I could.”
Seregil pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “I don’t make you brave, talí. I just remind you that you are.”
Alec sounded like he wanted to argue but was too tired, just embracing Seregil all the tighter, “Do we need to bathe now? After all that?”
“We should,” Seregil admitted, sighing and forcing himself to roll onto his back, “Especially me. You’re running down the backs of my legs…”
Alec wrinkled his nose and groaned, throwing his arms over his eyes as Seregil made himself stand, “Why is making love so messy when it's two men?”
Seregil looked over his shoulder, intending to make some wry comment but it died on his tongue. Alec had let his arms drop, revealing his face. Edged in what moonlight could creep past the curtains, his face flushed from exertion, gloriously naked and open and honest. Smelling of roses and sex, conquered and triumphant. Everything Seregil had told himself he didn’t deserve and yet here it was.
“What?” Alec was looking back at him, a soft smile playing on his lips, “You keep staring at me.”
Seregil inclined his head, padding back over to the bed and kissing him again just because he couldn’t imagine doing anything else at that moment. When he was done, he drew back just enough that he could see his lover’s face, knowing Alec could feel his love just behind his own heart.
“You’re just so beautiful.”
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Here’s the aforementioned roadtrip transition pages! Scenes from the three day journey to Wolde.
#nightrunner series#lynn flewelling#luck in the shadows#nightrunner fanart#seregil i korit#alec i amasa#alec x seregil#seregil#alec nightrunner#fantasy#rangers#my arts#nightrunner comic#bonding while adventuring is what i loved most about the series#and what i missed in some of the later books#ah but painting the landscapes is so freeing after weeks of the dungeon interior
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Fanart #27
Link to the portuguese post: [www]
Oh, I actually really like this fanart, looks like a proper illustration from the way the cloaks merge into the page background and flow. I love the colors and how I was starting to properly know how to paint with watercolors, and how the characters are one against the other protecting each other backs. Of course, I can notice a lot of things that went wrong as well - from the face of the dark-haired character to the missing string in the arc. Anyway, this is a fanart of my ship and canon couple of main characters - Alec and Seregil - from The Nightrunner Series, a book collection whose first two books (the main arc, anyway) in particular were really pleasing and interesting to read. The protagonists are basically rogues - which is not that common in fantasy - and it's action-based, has a lot of drama and dark moments and the characters are bisexual, both, which makes the romantic confusions much more fun. From between [2016-2018].
#myart#art#fanart#books#nightrunner series#alec#seregil#alec x seregil#rogues#fantasy#traditional#watercolor#otp#ship
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✨ Seregil x Alec from the Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling ✨ || commissioned by me from @dracoofficial
commission info for @dracoofficial here!
#nightrunner#the nightrunner series#seregil i korit#alec i amasa#alec x seregil#seregil x alec#go commission fae he's great!
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This morning I went on Lynn Flewelling's Twitter and saw you follow her as well! It is now my goal to someday commission you to draw my babies, Alec & Seregil :3
Hey, thanks a lot ! It will be a real pleasure cause I love them really ! They’re so precious to me, The Nightrunner’s serie was the first lgbt books I’ve read (well, except some fics before…) so it’s important for me !
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wip wip wip
#okay listen i am very proud of how this turned out#im nervous to colour and render it#arbutus art#nightrunner#alec x seregil#wip#lineart
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Ok, it took me too long to figure out that I like fantasy with spies. Not the Bond type (even though Spy x Family is cool), but the kind that use disguises and might do some stealing while they are at it (might be thieves instead of spies too, either way it envolves some sneaking around) in a more traditional fantasy setting. Either way, please leave your fantasy book recommendations with spies of that type 🙏 I mean something like Fitz and the Fool from Realm of the Elderlings and Alec and Seregil from Nightrunner. To a lesser extent, the Gentleman Bastards also fit.
#booklr#book recommendations#fantasy books#I heard the kushiel series is good that way too#might read it after nightrunner and the hands of the emperor
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Finally remembered to post my xmas present for my wonderful friend, @mollymauk-teafleak
Some soft Alec and Seregil from the Nightrunner series <3
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The finished a (completed) series meloncholy has set in.
Is there a word for that? I feel like some language out there should have a word for that.
#nightrunner#nightrunner series#alec x seregil#seregil i korit#alec i amasa#reading#meloncholy#literature
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36102184
Despite thinking I wouldn't, I wrote a thing. I may or may not write another thing; I am rather invested in the idea of Alec and Seregil visiting a green light house together.
Regardless. I do not have a proofreader at this time, not access to a proper keyboard that would allow accents in words (just my cell phone), so if anyone would like to volunteer for tribute, please hit me up. Related, I just finished re-reading the whole series and would LOVE some discussion, so please feel free to engage!
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