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sydneymack · 3 days
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“I believe everything happens for a reason.”
Feyre, Rhys and Nyx - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @/kiraky.ml
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skyjasper · 3 days
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Betray You Like A Man.
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Azriel X Rhys sister oc (but Rhys Centric kinda?! Rhys and Az angst?)
Summary: HOFAS bonus chapter inspired. Azriel and his mate Y/N Moonbeam aka Rhysands little sister have been hiding for over 50 years. When her older brother finds out he is anything but happy.
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Warnings: mentions of SA, Yelling, lots and lots of Angst, quite Az.
Words: 1,382.
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She and Azriel had been seeing each other secretly for over 50 years now. They had been through hell and back together, finding out about Rhysand under the mountain, Supporting her brother with his mate, fighting a damned war, and even finding out they were mates. Not once did either of them let on to their secret relationship, always passing each other with cold glances and curt words. The only form of kindness shown was on important occasions. But the minute they were alone, when they got back to their secret apartment, they were perfectly fine.
That was until Rhysand barged into Azriel’s apartment yelling something about Nesta telling Feyre something about their babe and found the two of them laying on the floor. Y/N reading and Azriel mulling over paperwork with a biscuit. In an instant, albeit a second too late, Azriel’s wing was covering her. Rhysands words fell away and he stood still, she could see him just barely through her mate's wing but she knew that her older brother could smell her.
“Azriel,” Rhysand growled out. With a knowing sight, Azriel released his wing that covered Y/N’s frame, not hiding her wings.
The moment Rhysands eyes found her matching violet ones he turned and walked out, slamming the door. She turned her head to her mate whose eyes were glazed over in silent conversation, she decided to listen to what Rhys had told him.
“Do we go? We should probably give him time to calm down shouldn’t we?” She asked, staring at Azriel’s golden eyes. He just nodded quietly.
Silently and with deathly calmness they gathered themselves and flew to the river house. She winced as they walked in the door, taking in the ruined vases and the loud shouting of her other brother and sister trying to calm Rhysand down.
“I DO NOT CARE. THAT IS MY SISTER.” He screamed at Cassian. She turned to Azriel, putting a hand on his chest to stop him,
“Maybe I should go in there alone.” She offered. And with a short nod he agreed, before she could walk away he grabbed her arm, and with a deadly voice he spoke,
“If he even thinks about yelling at you I will be in there. I will just be right outside.” Then he let go so she could enter the room. When she did she gasped at the sight of her older brother.
“Rhysand,” she spoke firmly, only slightly scared as his raging eyes turned on her.
“Is that bastard here?!” He spoke.
“It doesn’t matter, Rhysand.” She went to place her hand on his arm when he flinched away and stared at her with disgust.
“Don’t even get me started on you.” He raised his voice, tears springing to her eyes at his reaction. The pair of them had always been as thick as thieves, never staying mad, and definitely never yelling at each other like this.
In an instant, Azriel was behind her, hands on her waist to inform her he was behind her. Her brother didn’t even glance at the male behind her before continuing,
“I can’t believe you slept with my brother like some common whore.” He spat out like a slap in the face, he knew what she had been through, what she had done for him while he was under the mountain. A cry fell out of her mouth, his words inflicting more pain than any physical blow could.
Before she could say anything the entire room went still, the bottom half of the room covered in angry shadows. Before she could blink her mate had her brother around the throat against the wall.
“Be very careful how you talk about my mate,” Azriel growled, she could feel his anger festering through the bond. She sent a comforting phantom hand over his shoulder.
“Your mate?!” Rhysand laughed, “That’s hilarious brother, no one could ever love a bastard like you. We all know it, just admit it Azriel, you aren’t capable of loving a female.”
And then it was Y/N who was on top of her brother, facing him with a slap that resonated throughout the entire room. Not a single soul spoke as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. Not even Feyre said anything as her sister-in-law hit her mate.
“Fuck you Rhysand.” She yelled. “Fuck you for reacting like this! You are nothing but a cowardly piece of shit. You blame everyone else for everything that is your fault. Did you ever stop and think as to why we didn’t tell you?!” She yelled, Rhysands mouth opened to respond but she continued, “No Rhysand, you don’t get to speak. Maybe if for once in your godsforsaken life actually looked at anyone other than your mate you see that the people around you are going through shit! You would see the face that Elain is on the verge of breaking, that Nesta was going through something none of us could possibly imagine, that Cassian was coping and that I, your fucking sister, was traumatized. I get it Rhysand, what you went through under the mountain, trust me I get it, but it does not give you the right to treat everyone else like shit because they don’t react the same way you do to trauma. You do not get to sit here and act like my brother trying to defend my honor when you haven’t actually acted like a decent brother for the past 3 years!” She screamed in his face.
She gave him one more resounding slap before standing up and finding Azriels hands.
“Do not come find us brother, for I do not want to see your pitiful face.”
Then, hand in hand with her mate, they left. They both flew, flew for hours till they were at the cabin Azriel had built for his mother before she passed. When they arrived and got out of the cold she sunk to her knees, tears finally flowing.
Az’s rough hands came to hold her face, “Shh my love, he is not worthy of your tears.” He murmured into her hair. Instead of trying to calm her again he just let her cry, not once letting her go, instead instructing his shadows to gather water and blankets.
So she fell asleep crying in his arms over the hurt her brother had caused. And when she woke she found Azriel’s dark hair. She stared at him as her fingers twirled in the onyx strands.
“You know what he said wasn’t true right, you know how to love and you are worthy of it Azriel. You and I are the proof, this right here,” she gestured in between the two, lightly pulling on the golden ribbon that flowed between them. “This is the proof. I love you beyond words Azriel. I know you feel the same shadow singer.” She told him. Observing as his hands tightened around her waist. They had both suffered far too much to let the words of her cruel brother diminish all the progress they had made.
It wasn’t easy at the beginning, getting Azriel to open up and come to accept himself. It took him years to realize he was worthy of her love. That he wasn’t a broken bastard.
“I love you beyond the sun and the stars, I would travel worlds for you Azriel. And if the stars would vanish then I would voyage through the darkness with nothing but my bare hands to find you.” She whispered, “I would rip the wings off my back if yours were ruined because I know how much you need to fly. I would kill gods and kings alike to ensure you are safe. For as long as I am alive you will no longer be alone ever again, you will always be loved. I will always love every part of you.” She brought his scarred hands to her lips and kissed the skin on them. When she released his hands her lips found his mouth.
“There are not enough words in this world for me to express my love for you Y/N Moonbeam, So instead let me show you.” He spoke against her lips before moving his kiss down her neck.
And show her he did.
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@littlelunatica @going-through-shit @annaaaaa88 @i-am-infinite @impossibelle
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arson-09 · 3 days
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WHY DOES NO ONE EVER MENTION AMARANTHA CALLING FEYRE “Feyre Darling”
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Heyy feysanders, you know your beloved acomaf “feyre darling” scene? Did you ever notice that Amarantha, the big bad, called feyre that? it is so weird and disgusting that rhysand called her that oh my god😭
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bae-gelz · 1 day
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Rhysand & Feyre.
This one isn’t done yet, but I’m at a stopping point because I’ve taken care of Rhys. Feyre needs shading on her skin and clothes and the rest of her face finished up. Oh and here’s their hands, cause I need to work on hands and their shading.
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artsbygih · 14 hours
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In believe in High Lady Archer Feyre supremacy
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simmanin · 15 hours
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“Elain doesn’t even like Lucien!!” “Elain shrinks around Lucien!!!”
IS THAT NOT THE WHOLE POINT??? You’re telling me you DON’T live for the tension and angst??? Feyre “not liking” Rhysand was literally the best part of their relationship. And Nesta “not liking” Cassian was the best part of theirs. BECAUSE IT BUILT TENSION. Their little snide remarks had me giggling and kicking my feet in the air. I live for it.
I wanna watch Elain avoid her feelings, I want her to hate Lucien (just a little bit), I want her to resent her current position. I want her to feel lost and I want her to realize that maybe home isn’t a place but a person (It’s horribly cheesy but we are reading SJM). I want her to go on journeys and missions and find her boldness, outside of Velaris. I want her to grow as a person and maybe even realize that Lucien isn’t so bad. I want her to heal and be able to have conversations with her mate, without shrinking away. But we have to see the dark before we can see the light (😉).
Afterall, we ARE reading fictional books about fictional people, give me all of the angst and tension. All of the traumas and growths and healing. I wanna sob and laugh and groan and smile all throughout Elain’s book.
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emsdrawsthings · 1 day
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So..i am doing it
ACOTARxOscars WIP
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sydneymack · 2 days
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A Court of Thorns and Roses Characters
Artist: @natserpiece
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maevecrom · 3 days
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Day 1: Nesta
(Going through each ACOTAR character: talking about reasons I both love and hate them)
NESTA- 
Personally, I feel no hate nor love towards this character. However, the sheer amount of people that villianize every other character because they don’t put up with Nesta’s bullshit urks me. I think she can serve as a great example of someone letting anger rule their life. She pretends like she is the only one with problems and gets mad at people when they challenge that belief.
Shit she has done to others:
Told Feyre her baby was going to die
Spent all of Rhysand’s money and then cried boo hoo when they put her in an environment that strongly resembles a rehabilitation center 
blamed Elain for their father’s death 
not only did she not help Feyre when they were starving, but also apparently knew how to use a bow, and constantly said she needed new dresses when they could barely afford food
did not care about Feyre’s education 
acted like her sisters hated her and that Gwyn and Emerie were the sisters she never had when Feyre and Elain were her biggest protectors and advocates when the other members of the IC were bashing on Nesta
constantly made fun of cassian: especially when she told him she would rather sully herself with dogs than a bastard like him
used weaponized incompetence to coerce Feyre into doing her chore of chopping wood
slutshaming Feyre at the family dinner table in front of their father
insulted Feyre about her looks to the point where Feyre couldn’t even look herself in the eye in the mirror
Bullied Feyre so much that Feyre hears Nesta’s voice when she recites “Illiterate, ignorant, unremarkable”
“I couldn’t take care of us, not the way you did. I hated you for that.” bffr
doesn’t care when Feyre explains she was tortured, murdered and made into a fae 
stating Feyre is not welcome in the house which they only had because Feyre was kidnapped 
slutshaming Mor for the way she dresses
gave up on rescuing Elain when the cauldron lured her away
calling elain a dog because she is now kind to her own sister
thinking children should be afraid of her “Youre right to hide your children from me, she wanted to say. I am the monster you fear.”
Almost destroyed Prythian with Bryce and then got butthurt when Rhysand yelled at her for it
Reasons people connect with her:
she has a lot of self hatred which people feel like they can relate to: portrayal of mental illness in ACOSF is realistic and, therefore, makes her more relatable
tried to go to Prythian to save Feyre
convinced Feyre to go back to Tamlin in the SC
people feel as though she has redeemed herself in ACOSF
SA and almost r@ped
it is elluded to that she was abused by her mother and grandmother
Personally, I don't think I'll ever be able to like her. I think she has done and said too much. Can I respect what she has gone through and the trauma she has endured? Yes. But trauma does not excuse someone's inability to fix their attitude and personality; it is not a crutch. It is simply something that gives some sort of explanation.
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aboggoblin · 9 hours
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⊹ Gwyn x Azriel Modern college AU
⊹ Summary: Nesta has been trying to throw Azriel and Gwyn together for a while now. When a group project comes along, Nesta snags Az for their group so the pair are finally forced to interact.
To make matters more complicated, Gwyn accidentally sends the wrong document to the group, replacing the writing assignment with a smutty chapter of fanfiction.
Things only bloom from there, forcing Gwyn to either let down her walls or lose a friendship that has become important to her.
Prepare for fluff, angst, classic college tropes, and some cheesiness
⊹ Warnings: Gwyn struggles with social anxiety and PTSD. Talk of past hospitalizations due to mental health (no graphic details.) other characters have struggles with mental health. There will be talk of past trauma including assault. More warnings included before each chapter. <3
⊹ Word Count: 2.1k
⊹ AO3 Link
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Part 1
Gwyn was lost in her own world, silently tapping her foot to the song stuck in her head. She scribbled in the corner of her notebook with sweater sleeves pulled up over her chilly fingers. Nesta would let her know if she missed anything important. 
So she let the classroom fade into nothing as she thought of lines for her next fanfiction chapter. Fanfiction for Vow of Roses, her favorite half-fantasy, half-romance book series. Writing the next chapter would be her reward for surviving another week of school. Now she was just biding time until she could get back to her room and dissolve into a word document. 
Nesta gave Gwyn a gentle nudge just as the professor announced, “You’ll complete this next assignment in groups of four. If you really can’t manage to get into groups yourself, I’ll mediate. But at least try, first.” 
The moment the sentence had ended, Nesta turned and waved her hand. 
“Az!” She shouted, ignoring the disappointed sigh of a girl seated behind them. Azriel flashed Nesta a smile. 
Gwyn’s stomach sank as her mind struggled to return to reality. This was the boy Nesta was determined to set her up with. The boy that every other girl in the class seemed to be competing for. When Nesta straightened in her seat and caught Gwyn’s incredulous look, she only raised her eyebrows and shrugged. 
“What?” Nesta tossed her braid over her shoulder, “We don’t know anyone else in this class.”
The room was full of murmurs and shuffling as the class split up into groups. Azriel took the seat across from Nesta, gently setting his stack of books on the table. Gwyn dared to take a peak at him as he was busy searching his backpack for something or other. 
He was gorgeous, as always, only adding to her churning anxiety. 
His inky black hair was messy, forming perfect curls by his ears and neck. He had a variety of tattoos scattered over his tan skin, interspersed with freckles. And his eyes were, of course, beautiful. Glowing amber even in the gross classroom lighting, framed with long dark lashes. The earrings he wore caught the light and glittered, almost matching the flecks of gold that ringed his pupils.
Gwyn turned her gaze away before he could catch her looking.
He finally gave up his search, leaning forward to ask Nesta something, but he was interrupted by textbooks slamming down on the empty corner of the table. 
“No one else wants me,” A boy named Connor announced with a grin, slumping down in the last empty chair. 
Gwyn did not know him well, only enough to guess that she’d prefer just about anyone else to join this project. Including one of the girls who was constantly vying for Azriel's favor. Azriel didn’t look too happy about the prospect of Connor either, mouth spreading into a thin line. Nesta scowled, her eyes gleaming with a promise of cruelty. 
“No strays? Perfect,” The Professor proclaimed, and launched into the details of the group project. Solidifying their fate.
Gwyn only half-listened, distracted this time by anxiety and not daydreams. She did not know Azriel very well, either. He was Nesta’s friend, chosen-brother to her boytoy Cassian. 
He seemed nice enough, but social anxiety does not often seem to care about the niceness of people. He was still a stranger, and now he was in her space with his dizzying smell without proper time for her to adjust.
And as for Connor, he was a wildcard. He was the sort of unpredictable that was a nightmare for her anxiety. He could be decent one minute and make a disgusting misogynistic joke the next. Or decide to throw something at you as a “prank.” He also seemed desperate for any scrap of attention from any girl in the class and determined to get it in the most obnoxious ways possible.
This was a lot to handle in a short amount of time. Gwyn had her books shoved into her backpack before the class was dismissed, ready to bolt the second the big hand hit 3:30. As the professor recapped important information, Gwyn breezed out the door. She was out of the classroom before Nesta could stop her and tucked into the alcove by the water fountain before the stream of students could overtake her. Luckily, Connor did not pursue her. 
The hallway had mostly cleared by the time Nesta made her way to Gwyn, Azriel following behind her. Gwyn had not realized how tall he was. Nesta was on the shorter side, but Azriel towered over her.
“You good?” Nesta asked, eyebrows raised high. She recognized the signs of panic, but she would not say so in front of Azriel.
Gwyn nodded, wondering how silly she looked just then, hood up and knees to her chest. It had been a while since her anxiety had been triggered like that, but it was her own fault for letting her mind drift so far. If she’d looked at the syllabus and not her doodles, she would’ve been prepared. Maybe they could've scoped their fourth group member ahead of time.
“Good,” Nesta declared, “Because we’re getting ice cream. Come with us? Group project bonding time.” 
Gwyn’s gaze shifted to Azriel and she found that he was watching her, waiting for an answer. He gave her a soft smile that soothed her nerves just a touch. 
“I can’t,” She said, though she returned Azriel’s smile, “I have a couple of things to finish up before dinner. Text me the project details?” 
“Fine,” Nesta sighed, “But you’re coming next time.” 
Gwyn watched them go, chest tightening with the feeling of missing out. But she wasn’t up to it, today. She shook the self-deprecating thoughts from her head and hauled herself up from the ground. She went back to that song that had been stuck in her head, humming it aloud to block out the torrent of ‘just try harder’ as she began the trudge back to her dorm room. 
***
This was better than ice cream. Layered under fuzzy blankets, lights dimmed and some angry rock song blaring in her headphones. Gwyn shifted her focus back and forth between her latest fanfiction chapter and the assignment for the group project. On one tab of her computer she had pulled up moodboards and fan art for writing inspiration. A volume of Vow of Roses lay on her desk, pages full of underlines and sticky notes open for reference.
As for the project, she still did not like the group aspect but the writing was easy. She’d have it finished up and sent off in a little while and then she didn’t have to think about it for the rest of the weekend. The fanfiction flowed even easier, scenes and similes appearing on the page and erasing every qualm from the day.
Emerie, her roommate, lay in her own bed across the room, singing to the theme-song of her show in increasingly goofy voices.
“Hey!” She shouted, loud enough to be sure Gwyn could hear it through her music.
“What?” Gwyn lifted one ear of her headphones. 
“Hurry up with that chapter, I want to read it before my shower,” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. 
“You’re gross,” Gwyn laughed, swooping to pick up a dirty sock from the floor and toss it at her roommate's bed.
“You’re the one who writes it,” Emerie scoffed, flicking the sock off her bed. She pressed play on her laptop and continued singing along. 
Gwyn returned to her document, putting the finishing touches on the ending paragraph. Emerie was also a huge Vow of Roses fan, as was Nesta. But neither had managed to uncover Gwyn's secret blog yet, so they impatiently waited for updates via email.
Pleased with herself, Gwyn attached the file to the waiting email draft and pressed send.
“Just sent it,” Gwyn called. Emerie squealed and jumped from the bed, grabbing her phone and shower caddy. 
“See you later,” She sang, throwing a towel over her shoulder and heading for the showers. 
Not too long later, Gwyn was half-asleep watching a period drama on her computer, box of goldfish in her lap. She was done being productive for the day and ready to let her brain turn into mush. Maybe she'd even skip dinner and just eat snacks here in bed.
Then her phone rang, pulling her from her stupor. Nesta's contact photo popped up on the screen.
“Hello?” She sang into the phone, reaching into the box for another handful of crackers. 
“Hey babe, you sent the group the wrong file,” Nesta said the words in a rush.
“What?” Goldfish crackers scattered to the floor. 
“Yeah, you sent us the smut you wrote,” Nesta sighed, like it pained her to say it. Like she knew what it would mean to Gwyn. 
Shit. Fuck.
“No,” Gwyn whined, rushing to open her email and pull up her recently sent messages. 
Sure enough, Emerie had received the writing assignment, and the group had received her newly finished chapter. Complete with the subject line ‘here you go, pervert.’
“I’m going to die,” Gwyn whispered into the phone. 
“You can unsend it, right? That’s a feature they have now?” 
“In like, the first 30 seconds after you sent it,” Gwyn wailed, “I have to say something and apologize. This is so embarrassing.” 
“I'm sorry sweetheart. Connor may be a dick, but I know Azriel would never use it to tease you.”
“You're sure?” Gwyn chewed her lip and pressed her hand to her warm face. She already struggled to act normal in front of Azriel, between Nesta's schemes and his unearthly beauty. He did not need another reason to think she was strange.
“I'm sure. And if he does I'll kick his ass and so will his brothers.”
Then, Gwyn heard a stifled giggle through the phone. 
“Nesta, don't laugh!” She cried.
“I mean, it was really good smut at least,” Nesta soothed. 
“Goodbye,” Gwyn growled and hung up. Which was maybe too harsh, but she’d worry about it later. Nesta was not easily perturbed, anyways. Or she'd be too busy laughing to care. 
“This sucks this sucks this sucks,” Gwyn muttered, burying her head in the pile of fuzzy blankets. 
In her experience, there weren’t many people out there who understood what writing meant to her. In the past few years, it had become more than a pastime. It was a tool she utilized to ease her brain through a very painful healing process. It was catharsis. Even the smut was a part of that.
And she had just sent that chapter to two people who were among the least likely to get it. Or the least likely for her to ever share those vulnerable thoughts with. 
They would just tease her, probably. That would be all. But she was not ready to be teased. It was still too painful, like salt in fresh wounds. Not to mention that teasing was the enemy of her social anxiety. It never failed to rid her brain of all common sense. And when embarrassment guided her actions, she always did something stupid.
“Hey,” Emerie laughed as she entered their shared room, hair damp from the shower, “That was definitely not spicy. What happened?” 
She took in Gwyn’s miserable face and teary eyes and dropped her things to rush forward. “Oh no, honey, what’s wrong?” 
Gwyn explained her mistake, and Emerie listened intently. She held Gwyn’s head in her lap and fed her goldfish crackers as she cried. Emerie knew the depth of her struggles, some of which they had in common. She brushed strands of copper hair from her face and diligently watched episodes of the favored period drama until her friend felt a little better. 
“Azriel is the boy that Nesta’s been throwing at you?” Emerie asked, after a long silence. Gwyn hummed an affirmation. 
“He’s pretty,” Emerie said. Cautiously. 
“Suspiciously pretty,” Gwyn answered. Her opposition to Nesta’s set up was not so much about his looks, but her own apprehension towards strangers. And the burden of her mental health, bound to ruin any relationship. There were already too many burned bridges in her past. 
But also, Azriel was ethereally beautiful. There had to be a secret underneath it. 
“He could be the exception,” Emerie said, her voice soft. But Gwyn ignored it.
“I think I'd rather have sent that email to my parents by accident,” She grumbled. Emerie chuckled and shook her head, wisely saying nothing more about the beautiful hazel-eyed boy.
Before they went to sleep, Emerie typed a message to the group on Gwyn's behalf, apologizing and imploring them not to open the document if they hadn't already. The sting had eased up some, but Gwyn was still not looking forward to the consequences of this mistake. The thought of Azriel reading any number of the salacious lines she'd written had her blushing all over again. 
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duskcowboy · 16 hours
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His High Lady ♥️
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Post ACOSF
Mpreg Tamlin needs to happen if for no other purpose than to have him randomly shapeshift during a High Lord meeting in front of a GAWKING inner circle, who are like YOU CAN FUCKING SHAPESHIFT DURING PREGNANCY???
Tamlin: ...yes?... I'm a shapeshifter?... Of course I can shapeshift during pregnancy?...
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IC + Feysand: YOU DIDMNT FUCKING THIHNK TO TELL US THIS???
Tamlin: Oh I'm sorry, was I supposed to be your helpful ally before or after you kept threatening to kill me?💅🏼
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goddessofwisdom18 · 13 hours
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Alphonse Mucha edits for the MCs and their LIs <3 sorry I didn't do Bryce and Hunt, I haven't read Crescent City yet so I didn't feel equipped!
These are in many parts traced from actual Mucha pieces (particularly in the fabric and composition) hence why I call them edits rather than drawings, but I am very proud of them :')
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This has been in my drafts for ages
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