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insicles · 2 years

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Sarah: this book has 500 times more sex

Me: *happy squeal*

Me: *200 pages in* WHERE TF IS THE BANGING ASS SMUT I WAS PROMISED

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noahhawthorneauthor · 4 months

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Author vs 2023

I published three books, each one in a different series, crafted two special editions, released the Phantom and Room audiobook narrated by Kirt Graves, and the Realm of Giants audiobook narrated by Jacob Buchholz.

I worked with some fantastic artists, including @foxglovefaun who did the Matsdotter and Adrastus cover, Fantasy Sprite Studios who did the special edition covers of The Eternal Machine and Realm of Giants, and some Lysander fan art. Another year and more gorgeous @gagakumadraws to add to the roster, including The Rebel Foxes cover, Silas art, and chibi stickers of Quentin and Elochian. Last but not least, Thatch Phantom art by trxvonn_ on IG, which I love with all my heart.

I had the opportunity to work with some other great creators that I currently can't name, but you know who you are 👀👀

I connected with SO MANY fellow authors, began work on a collaborative project, and had the privilege of seeing my books fill up library shelves and take space on Libby.

And my dear readers. Where did you all come from? Whether you've been here since the beginning or you're brand new, I appreciate each and every one of you. You make it all worth it.

I'm planning on releasing two books next year, one in early summer and the other in late fall, and sprinkling short stories in between. I've been running full speed since I began this journey, and it's about time I slow down. I'm always afraid I'll fall behind, that I won't be relevant because I don't release as quickly as some authors. But that's not the case, and to give the best stories that I can I've decided slow and steady is the way to go.

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2lim3rz · 1 year

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In The 41st Millennium.. [40K FANFIC] [MALAKIM X READER]

For @thevoidscreams ! Hadn't actually written Lamenters before this and Malakim's page has very little about him so.. Pre-Chapter Master Malakim, I hope you enjoy!

Writing romantic scenes.. I could get used to this..

The life of an Astartes was one of hardship and war. It was an ever-going odyssey in an era that knew no peace. Astartes knew no rest, they knew no reprieve. Any companionship most, if not all, would know was the comradery only shared by brothers who had shared the casualties of the mind that war provided.

And yet.. such a lucky few would earn their rest. Would earn slight moments of reprieve. Be it the artistically inclined Blood Angels, the ritualistic Space Wolves and Ultramarines, or the hyper-religious Black Templars.

In the scant time they had (travelling from planet to system to sector to even different segmentums), they would have their rare moments of freedom to be at some semblance of relaxation..

Though for many, they drowned themselves in their life's efforts. Believing the constant training and arduous meditations to be their relaxation. So few, so very few of them, knew how precious true rest was to be enjoyed. Knew that not a single second was to be taken for granted..

Which was why he longed for this day. His moment of peace, his reprieve and source of.. joy, he dared to even think. Joy and gentle happiness. Of soft touches and lingering looks, of coy laughter and breathless gasps.

The life of a Lamenter was different to that of an average Astartes, of course. One of untold loss and misfortune. He knew a few of his brothers found it life's cruelest joke. He knew some were constantly in a state of morose workaholism. He knew some were.. constantly angry, teetering the dangerous edge all sons of the great Sanguinius tread upon.

But not he. Not on this day. Not on this wonderful day. The downpour that had flooded the plains of Elgus-Omega had drenched them all through their armor (or he and others swore that anyhow). They had suffered a lesser amount of losses than usual. He could.. he could have sworn that the returning trip to the ships were quicker. That his armor no longer had its usual weight upon his shoulders. That even his brothers in arms were... relaxed. Or as relaxed as a Lamenter could get.

By the Emperor, most of them were cracking jokes. Cheering the atmosphere caused by the overbearing deluge and the blood of xenos and man alike. And it wasn't that he was ignoring them but how could he not on sheer accident? All he felt was excited yearning. A wish he knew was coming true.

Time could not flow slower suddenly. As if the universe felt his excitement and wanted to torment him for it. Everything in him felt jittery as if he was just heading to the fight itself. One of his brothers even turned to him and cracked a small joke. He could do nothing but give a small laugh. Even at the resounding slap to the pauldron as he was teased.

It wasn't like he was hiding it. His eagerness. His yearning. The way his hearts fluttered in his chest. The doggish gaze in his eyes. And then- The snap to attention as they were all mildly jolted with the landing of the ship. No one else was as quick to their feet as he was. He all but pounded his way out of the ship onto the landing deck. Eyes wide and wild. Searching the crowd of both Astartes, serfs, and crewmen.

And he spotted you amongst the crowd, small (at least.. for the time), as it was. You were slightly bent, keen upon completing your own tasks even if he caught the split-second moments you took to raise up and look around for someone.. for him.

It felt as if he lost the air in his lungs. That his hearts stopped. Every single time he looked at you. How his eyes settled on your sweat-slickened hair with its alluring shades in the lighting was art to him. The singing bell that was your voice as you spoke louder, intent to be heard over the clanks and clatterings. Each hand leading to pleasing arms attached to a delicate body was pleasant.

You were stunning. You were captivating. You were beautiful.

He never realized his feet were moving before he saw you grow closer. Moving quickly, closer and closer. Yet just as you turned to look for him once more, he felt bone-shattering joy at the lovely surprise upon your face.

"Malakim-!" his name was cut from your lips with a squeal as he lifted you effortlessly. Barely feeling your lesser weight in his hands as he cradled you against his armored chest. Ensuring his ceramite-covered hands weren't tangling in your hair as he kissed you softly but with all the passion he could muster.

Pulling back just as he knew you had run out of air. Savoring the look upon your face even if you had smudges of grease and drenched in sweat from a hard day's labor. A gentle smile breaking across his features as a grin took over yours.

"Malakim.. Brother Nelphis told me you weren't to return until much later.. And- And you said we weren't going to do this in front of everyone.." "Mm.. well later is now." the Lamenter murmured half-heartedly. Unwilling to ask you to repeat yourself, for in his overwhelming joy he had half ignored you. Simply basking as he certainly ignored the chortling of his battle-brothers and barking teases some gave. Content to see at least one among them had something to keep them going. To keep the Rage and Thirst at bay.

"If later is now.. I'm afraid I need to finish up here, and you have blood in your hair.." you giggled softly, brushing away a strand from his face in favor of kissing him upon his brow.

He wanted to protest. To simply keep holding you but.. his senses took over. Why should he keep wearing his armor? To have some of his physical sensations blocked away when he should be feeling you. The brush of your hair against his touches and body, gracefulness of your work-muscular thighs and rear, the softness of your skin against his lips.

So he kissed you fully once more. Keeping you both until he felt breathless just from excitement and you pulled away with a gasp. Yet neither you nor him pulled away from each other as he mumbled against your lips. "My quarters.. I will meet you there, my heart." "Not if I see you there first." Never had Malakim shed his blessed armor so quickly. Had been so impatient through the ritualistic process to race a baseline human from the armory to his own quarters.

Relationships such as these were looked so down upon in the other chapters.. but not the Lamenters.

For the life of an Astartes was a life of torture. Of death and oceans of blood. They knew no fear except the fear of failure. Knew no reprieve except that which was taken. Except for the precious few that allowed themselves to feel these moments of fleeting happiness and joy.

For it was the 41st millennium.. and while there was only war; sometimes there was love.

#lamenters #warhammer 40k #2lim3rz writes #malakim phoros #malakim phoros x reader #x reader

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edsonjnovaes · 3 months

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Visual interpretation of what a biblically accurate angel

ANJOS: REAL APARÊNCIA, segundo a Bíblia – Canal Cristãos De Fé. 2022 26 fev Anjos Bíblicos: veja aqui sua verdadeira e assustadora aparência (Animação 3D) Humanóides gloriosos com armaduras douradas, lindas asas, rostos perfeitos e uma natureza totalmente justa que traz calor, conforto e consolo, afinal, foi assim que retratamos as criaturas majestosas ao longo da história em cada obra de arte…

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dominousworld · 2 years

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MALAKIM & MALAKIM

di Mike Plato Molti esegeti, e non so quanti ne avrò letti, ritengono che i cosiddetti ANGELI siano pienamente devoti e servili a Dio da non avere libero arbitrio, ovvero fanno ciò che Dio vuole facciano senza deviare. Gli uomini invece sarebbero speciali perché dotati di libero arbitrio. Sfatiamo questa grande cazzata… 1. In primo luogo ci sono malakim e malakim. Basta leggere Paolo per…

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kociamieta · 2 months

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Out of the scale of 1 to 10 which version/interpretations of angels look horrifying or majestic?

1. Bayonetta Angels

2. Evangelion Angels

3. Diablo Angels

4. Legion Angels

5. Classic Bible Accurate Angels

6. Angelerium Angels

8. DOOM angels

7. Ultrakill Angels

8. The Woodsprite and Death from Guillermo Del Toro's Pinnochio

9. Dark Souls Angels

10. Shin Megamei Tensei Angels

anon i'm afraid i'm unfamiliar with like, 70% of these. so i can't "rate" them other than based on their looks. instead of a scale of 1 to 10 you're getting my thoughts on their designs as i am notoriously bad at Ranking Things. and some babbling overall. enjoy

starting off with Bayonetta angels. Holy shit. the range.... monster-looking ones? humanoids? ships??? cars????? the flesh inside those gold and marble shells??? love them, quite horrifying and majestic at once.

Evangelion! cool stuff. always love some strange organic shapes for angels, and the very geometric ones are pretty interesting as well

Diablo. i like the tendril-like wings. the lack of a visible face is pretty cool as well..

i... i'm assuming you're talking about the 2010 movie "Legion". no comment on this one.

i'm not really sure what "Classic Bible Accurate Angels" would entail. if you're pedantic enough, you can argue that the cherubim and ophanim in Ezekiel's vision aren't exactly "angels" in the literal sense of the word. malakim/messengers/angels could appear as pretty much human. either way, the celestial being category is quite fascinating

my jaw dropped when i saw the Angelarium website. the designs?? the drawings themselves???? the writing as well. obsessed with this???? hello....... Definitely quite majestic

DOOM. huh. that's a pretty interesting looking alien behind that armor. i'm assuming the angel comparison works in the game's context

ULTRAKILL! yay! Gabriel and the Council's armor are pretty cool, and i like the virtues too (their concept art is so good!!!). hope we get to see more angels in the future.

ahhhhg they're both so cool. love how Death is a sphynx. i can't tell if they're exactly supposed to be angels (saw the Woodsprite called a "fairy" somewhere?), but the motifs are so good regardless

Dark Souls. ojh wow. i think these are the most disturbing on this list, i love them. taking organic shapes to another level.... they remind me of mycelia.... huge win for horrifying angel nation

i wasn't really sure what to focus on with Shin Megami Tensei. the angel enemy itself (poor thing went through a lot, design wise)? the divine demon class as a whole (a... lot of characters to look at)? so i went with the archangels. their SMT IV versions are great, the ornate and quite organic-looking shapes put them on the majestic end of the spectrum for me

#ask #angel #my art #body horror #<-just in case. thanks dark souls

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biggestqiblifan · 3 months

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Ruhn watched her beautiful, perfect face. Watched as determination set her features.

No matter how much he tried to hate her, he was completely smitten.

He wants to so badly go after his girl...

The world seemed to hold its breath as the elegant doe walked up to Ruhn and gently, lovingly, nuzzled his neck. Ruhn didn’t so much as move. Not a blink as Lidia pulled away, those golden eyes lingering on his face—just a moment longer. Then she bounded off into the trees, a streak of sunlight that was there and gone. Like she’d never been.

Ruhn scanned the forest where Lidia had vanished, his hand rising to his neck. The skin there was warm, as if her touch still lingered. “Right,” Athalar grunted, stooping to reach for Ruhn’s legs. “On three.” Baxian tightened his grip under Ruhn’s shoulders. Wings stirred, and Ruhn stirred with them. “Lidia,” he croaked. But Athalar and Baxian jumped into the skies, both males groaning in agony, the world tilting—and then they were airborne, Athalar holding Ruhn’s legs, Baxian at his shoulders. Ruhn hung like a sack of potatoes. His stomach flipped at the dizzying drop to the arid ground far below. The mountain rising before them. The glittering blue sea stretching beyond. Behind them, shooting among the olive trees like a bolt of lightning, raced that beautiful, near-white doe. A hind. To reach the sea, she’d have to ascend through the hilly groves, and then right up the rocky mountain itself. Was there a way down on the other side? She’d only mentioned an aerial landing when she’d spoken to Dec. Not a sea rescue. Or a land rescue. Lidia wasn’t coming. The realization clanged through Ruhn like a death knell. “Oh fuck,” Athalar spat, and Ruhn followed the direction of the angel’s gaze behind them. A pack of two dozen dreadwolves streamed like ants through the forest. All headed straight for that deer. A wolf larger than the others led the pack—Mordoc. Closing in fast on Lidia as the hills slowed her. “Stop,” Ruhn rasped. “We have to go back.” “No,” Athalar said coldly, his grip tightening on Ruhn’s legs. Which was faster—a deer or a wolf? If they caught up to her, it’d be over. Lidia had known that, and gone anyway. “Put me down,” Ruhn snarled, but the malakim held him firm, so hard his bones ached. The wolves narrowed the distance, as if the hills were nothing to them. But Athalar and Baxian had caught an air current and were soaring swiftly enough now that Lidia rapidly shrank in the distance— “PUT ME DOWN!” Ruhn roared, or tried to. His voice, hoarse from screaming, could barely rise above a whisper. “Aerial legion from the east,” Baxian announced to Hunt. Ruhn looked up, following Athalar’s line of sight. Sure enough, like a cloud of locusts, soldiers surged for them. “Fuckers,” Athalar hissed, wings beating faster. Baxian kept pace as they swooped toward the sea. Farther from Lidia, who now neared the top of the towering mountain. That was the last Ruhn saw of her as they soared over the arid peak. Open ocean spread before them. Ruhn twisted, trying to keep an eye on Lidia.

#crescent city #lidia cervos #ruhn danaan #ruhnlidia #hofas spoilers #cc hofas #house of flame and shadow #sarah j maas #sjm #sjmaas #thoughts and rants #daynight

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wh40kartwork · 2 years

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Chapter Master Malakim Phoros

by George Earl Abalayan

#imperium #space marines #loyalist astartes #lamenters #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #george earl

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pinklayla123 · 30 days

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Talking to @slowpress in the comments of my recent post made me think about the parallels between the Illyrians and the Malakim, and how in both cases the rebellion of a smaller portion of the warriors created by the Asteri led to their eventual downfall in both worlds.

In acotar Enalius rebels against the Daglan and holds the pass at Ramiel, refusing to let them pass, presumably to other worlds, maybe even their home world. This eventually led to them becoming too comfortable and overconfident, and being outsmarted and vanquished.

In CC Shahar and Hunt stage a rebellion that is tamped down, and as punishment Hunt is enslaved for centuries, which allows him to meet Bryce and then work with her to fully defeat the Asteri from their world. In both cases, it was the Asteri's creation that eventually rebelled against them.

Another thing to note, Hunt started the rebellion with Shahar, but finished it two centuries later. Enalius and Theia may have dealt with the Daglan and essentially removed them from their world, but scars from their presence remain, like the lack of life in what used to be the Dusk Court and now serves as a Prison.

Will Azriel, an Illyrian armed with Enalius's knife Truth-Teller, be the one to fully vanquish the corruption of the Daglan? Could it be Elain, the gentle flower-grower, the lovely, trembling fawn, the one who responds to destruction by declaring the world needs more gardens, whose scent is like a promise of spring, who wielded Truth-Teller with no hesitation to do what needed to be done, be the one who brings Life back to the places marked with the Daglan's corruption? Or will it take a combination of both their powers to right this ancient wrong?

#acotar theory #acotar crossover #acotar #crescent city #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #elain #azriel #quinlar #elriel #mine

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enhyqenn · 1 year

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❝ the cost of it all ❞ — TEASER

pairing. angel!ni-ki x demon!fem!reader

genre. short story, slow-burn, friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, fantasy, supernatural

summary. after nearly a decade of war, lord satan is forced to turn over a daughter as collateral for his crimes, paying a debt for the betrayal of his trust with the malakim. but as death seeps into the glass castle once again, reopening once-mended scars amongst the sky kingdom, allegiances begin to rub raw and old relationships flourish with the necessity for survival.

wc. 0.8k | taglist. open

note. posting this to come back from my year-long hiatus (lol) this is apart of @emeraldenha 's UNLIKELY collab! i highly recommend checking it out :)

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inhaling deeply, you sunk into your chair and smoothed down the imaginary wrinkles on your dress. fuck, you mentally cursed, itching to rub at your face. you had forgotten that the seven brothers each had a set of their own powers.

settling on fiddling with the chain around your neck, you observed your surroundings with a frown and met the stares of watching eyes.

“i don’t think glaring at them will cause them to burst into flames. your powers are nullified in here,” riki stated. his presence hadn’t startled you, and you had a small feeling that it was because some part of you knew he would show at the absence of his father.

resting your chin on a hand, you merely said, “i’m aware.”

he took the seat to your right. “then why do you look like you’re trying to light everyone in this room on fire?”

“because,” you started, tilting your head to look at him, “it’s fun. i like watching as they squirm and writhe. it makes me feel more powerful than i am.”

riki’s brows raised as he crossed an ankle over his knee. “we’re the only two people in this room dressed in black. people stare at us as we walk past. shouldn’t that make you feel powerful enough?”

“no,” you scoffed, letting your hand fall back to your side as you stared at him. “my definition of power seems to be very different from yours, nishimura.”

“it was always different,” riki said smoothly.

ouch.

mouth drawn in a tight line, you kissed your teeth, gaze sliding from him to the archangel now standing on the dais. seven identical thrones accompanied the king’s, the new seats all filled except one.

the crowd grew silent as someone tapped a spoon against a wine glass.

“greetings,” the king said with a sickening smile, his wings extended behind him in a subtle display of power. “oh, how i have waited for this moment, to welcome you all here to the castle on the occasion of good news.”

good news? you thought, eyes flashing to riki. his face heeded no information on whether he knew what this was about or not.

the king continued, his white hair shining under the chandelier light, making it appear silver. “here, in this ballroom, we have a very special guest among us. now, she has already made her appearance through an array of deviant actions, but i think her company here could bring us great benefit, wouldn’t you all agree?”

if every person in the room wasn’t already staring at you post entrance, they definitely were now.

your throat closed up at the sudden urge to vomit all over the tile flooring, and you swallowed down lingering anxiety as you stared at the king. you were almost certain that even though the wards around the room nullified your powers, your irises had turned a dark shade of red.

the monarch up front continued to talk, but the words started to slur together as blood thrummed in your ears. this is bad, you thought, forcing yourself to remain dormant in your chair. sudden applause erupted in the room, and someone grabbed your shoulder.

“what?” you heard yourself snap, eyes flicking to riki, who was now getting to his feet.

he nodded toward his father, dark hair falling past his ears, as his mouth curved into an amused smirk. he extended a hand. “dad requires your presence.”

blinking up at him, your mind shadowed with a haze as you stood slowly, ignoring his offered palm. squaring your shoulders, heels clacking on the marble with each step, you weaved through the crowd—riki right behind you—and forced your face to become unreadable. all eyes were on you, and while it wasn’t necessarily a foreign concept, you felt small. like a child hesitantly approaching its furious father.

“ah, there she is,” the king said, watching with a smile that made your stomach twist in on itself. “i’m happy you’re here…and so is everyone else.” he took your arm, turning you to face the crowd he addressed (though not before shooting a dirty look toward riki, sending the black-winged angel to his designated throne).

gulping, you stared at the large group of angels, some with and without wings; of individuals that called this place their home. the idea of people actually being happy here made your stomach knot.

the king continued to speak, it was white noise in your ears, his speech muffled. you continued to blankly stare down the crowd, focus landing on a pocket of empty space, not daring to meet any person’s gaze. you thought it better that you ignore them, even with all of their attention zoned in on your stilled figure.

“...and my sons will oversee her training and missions, making sure that she understands and complies with our rules.” the king moved his hand to your back, and you hoped to hell that you didn’t visibly flinch.

your life now consisted of being the new personal assassin to an archangel, and if you were to keep the impression you strived for, no weakness could be displayed. not now and not ever.

#enhypen #enhypenwriters #enhypen x reader #kmysticsnet #enha x reader #enha #enhypen x female reader #kpop #niki x reader #nishimura riki x reader #ni ki x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen niki #ও enhyqenn’s the cost of it all

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tiktoks-for-tired-tots · 11 months

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Hi I saw your post about Jewish and to answer your question, I think the way you have it is totally fine, but I wanted to give you some more information so that you can make a more informed decision I guess. A kippah is simply something that fulfills a Jewish law to cover ones head (specifically when praying but some Jews wear them all the time for other reasons I won't get into) so technically a halo would technically not work as a kippah because of the hole in the middle and also the floating/not technically being on the head. So I think the halo works really well as a nod to a kippah, but trying to claim it is a kippah (which you didn't so) wouldn't work. If you did want it to be a real kippah here's an idea (though I'm not sure how it would work artistically): the work halo comes from the Hebrew word "hila” which can be translated as an emanation of light, so if you want to have like a light kippah that sort of projects a halo (like a circle with a ring around it) I think that would also be cool because halos are also often depicted this way. Also I looked at some of the replies to see what others are saying and one of them was from someone trying to be woke telling you that you are depicting a Jewish character as a Christian angel which is not true. While it is true that the most common/famous Jewish angels are not depicted this way, in Judaism there are 10 different ranks/types of angels. I believe (though I can't say for sure about all of them) Cherubs, Hashmallim, Bene Elohim, Ishim, and Malakim are often depicted in a humanoid form (though some like the Malakim can have many different forms of shapes). Sorry for the info dump, but I hope this helps and to reiterate I think the way you have it is fine.

omg thank u so much for the info!!! thats rlly good information, and thank you for presenting it in such a clear way. And also for clarifying the angel point, as I wasn't certain on that after it was pointed out. As you said I don't intend the halo to be a 'real' kippah at all, and thank you for your support! This is the kind of cultural info dump that i adore, feel free to message me with more info if youd like!

#rambles #anon

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theladyofbloodshed · 3 months

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How do you feel about Hunt's relationship with Shahar? Like I'm not sure how to feel about her, considering she was good enough to rebel against the Asteri to fight for a better world but at the same time and die for it...

But in HOSAB Hunt mentions she wouldn't care or risk her life for the lesser Vanir/humans (like Bryce did for Emile) or seemed to care about Hunt. I kinda wish SJM made it like a Celeana/Sam type relationship though.

(But I wonder if her and the Hind may be connected? Considering the Hinds name is Daybright and Shahar is Daystar.)

Oooof what a question - thank you!!

SJM has a habit of tarnishing the first love and making it out like it meant nothing so I'm always careful about retcons. Every relationship that ends means something or helps you to learn.

As Hunt grows closer to Bryce, he reflects that he didn't have these cute things with Shahar - e.g. if he gave her a little opal, she'd have forgotten about it amongst her riches (equally, he'd forgot he gave it to her). I think Hunt and Shahar never had the chance to actually be a "normal" couple and watch reality tv etc because they were in the middle of a rebellion. Would they have worked if they weren't in a rebellion? Probably not. She was an archangel at the end of the day and they were together because she wanted to restructure the malakim hierarchy. If she didn't have those values, she'd not have gone near Hunt in a romantic sense.

My gut instinct is Shahar saw a powerful angel who'd lost the only important person in his life (mama) and offered Hunt love to recruit him, recognising his power. I think they both had similar values hence the rebellion, but she saw someone who was at rock bottom and offered him the love he needed for her cause. For Hunt, I think he did really love her because she saw him as someone special and not just a low level angel. As you grow and look back on relationships that you thought you really loved the person in, you can change your opinion. If that was Hunt's first relationship, then yeah he probably did love her, loved her cause, loved her enough to commit to the rebellion. Now he has had a friend then a lover in Bryce, he realises how different love can be and maybe it wasn't as meaningful as the one he has with Bryce. In CC1, Hunt thinks he will never love again because the relationship he had with Shahar was so significant to his life which I don't think should be overlooked.

#anon asks #cc3 queue

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noahhawthorneauthor · 1 year

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Friends are Enemies. Enemies are Friends. And no one is safe.

War knocks on the door of every kingdom, discovered and unfamiliar. The Crew of Misfits and Expedition has merged to form the Company, a rag tag group of old and new friends, Giants and Fae. The Company stretches far and wide in search of allies, growing more doubtful of their Hero returning home. Even worse, if he does, they know he will never be the same.

Novak has found friends in the den of his enemy, earning freedom one heinous act at a time. With the Second Prince’s help, Novak has begun to unravel the mystery of Dragons and Angels, Gods and Ancients. Answers come with a price, however.

Bloodshed and ghosts taint Novak’s sanity and it’s time for him to make a choice. Die as the Hero, or Live as the Villain ?

🏴‍☠️🗡️🔥📚

What a wild ride this series has been. It is not a challenge when I say this book is dark beyond belief. But if you're familiar with the series, you already expected that. Or atleast, a portion of what's to come.

If you love fae books with disabled mains, queer pirates, unhinged anti-heroes, seducing the villain, and overthrowing numerous corrupt societies, then these books are for you.

And now I can officially say I have a finished series. There will be bonus content in the distant future, but I am satisfied with the ending. I nearly didn't finish out the series due to so much frustration I had, but I needed to see it through.

You see, I got better. I would look back on my older stuff and want to knock myself over the head with it. Now, I look back and I roll my eyes. It's not bad, I was just super burnt out and judgy. Am I better now?

Yes, BECAUSE I wrote all of those books that got me to where i am now. They connected, and still do, with people who wanted a queer fae book with characters who are so messed up, that only other messed up people could love them. In the end, that's all that matters.

Because we all deserve to be loved.

Happy Release Day!

You can check out my books here.

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ask-jaghatai-khan · 2 years

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Chapter Master Malakim Phoros of the Lamenters - by George Earl Abalayan

#warhammer #40k #adeptus astartes #lamenters

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pastelfates · 2 months

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༶♡༶ @talesofourworlds

༶♡༶ Meirchio, it was where the malakim of illusions had decided to stay for the time being. She had no home to return to nor a place to belong. She had been under the care of Claudin and his disciples for such a long time. But now they were gone, and she oddly isn't sad. She just feels numb.

༶♡༶ ❝What do you want?❞ the malakim's tone is flat as she glares at Magilou, the other's presence hadn't escaped her. Not that it could, that child was loud and annoying. She pities that poor normin that deals with her.

#talesofourworlds #◌・❀➵ symonne (ic)

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"In the beginning...

God, before he created the heavens and the earths.

He created the angels; his greatest and faithful servants.

And the angels of God rejoiced, danced and sang praises, in gratitude for having been created.

but not everyone was happy. there was an angel...

A dark angel.

He rebelled against his creator and was banished from the depths of the abyss. Where the light did not reach and the darkness would torment him... forever."

.A minor archangel suddenly closed a book.

And thus the demons and dark angels originated.He smiled kindly as the Malakim angels watched, learning from the holy Book. Lumisol left from the library, in the patio.

Karma? Do you have a few extra minutes? It's important. -

Sure, I'm coming.- Karma said as he walked with Lumisol towards the sanctuary.

The teaching was interesting, but wasn't it too... sudden? -asked Lumisol with a worried face even though he had that gas mask.

Too early? I don't think it affects premature angels.Between talks and more words, they both arrived at the sanctuary where Erzengel was waiting for them. Karma's friendly smile changed in the blink of an eye when he approached Erzengel. Dream was at his side, Lumisol serious and Karma fearing that he had done something wrong in front of his master.

"Karma... I guess the book is okay, right?..."

[Fragment of a project; ◇"Kantar de Cantares: the fall of Eden"◇]

#freak fortress 2 #tf2 freak #team fortress 2 #freak fortress #✦kantar de cantares #karma soldier #Lumisol #erzengel

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