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New portrait time!! It's Morrigan!!! I wanted to design an outfit that she would wear into the Nightmare Court where she can rub it in everyone's faces how much of a goddess she is, with her come out of that darkness and creating her own light. I really had to work on this one to get it right, she went through many versions to get here, and im really happy with the result! she'll be on redbubble too!

I've been so tired of all the "Lucien is ugly" and "Lucien isn't hot enough for Elain" rhetoric on the internet. No, he doesn't have black hair, he doesn't have bat wings and lurks in darkness, but that doesn't make him any less hot!

Firey red hair? A facial scar? A golden mechanical eye and a whole ass sexy and flirty personality to boot? YES!! Give me a man who fights against his sexual urges and puts the care of his love interest first. Lucien is beyond sexy, he's dripping with charisma, charm, and personality! I know once we get Elain's book, we will get to hear just how much Lucien's looks makes her knees weak!

"the uwufication of chuuya" "the feminization of chuuya" and it's a fic or fanart where chuuya cries

A headcanon you will never take away from me is that Cassian’s choice of footwear is most definitely cheap ass flip flops he buys a new pair every week bc he wears them out but no one can get him to put his dawgs away

“I love you… did you know?”

“No… you never …”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

“We were always going to end up here. It didn’t matter.”

“It always matters that the love was there.”

This is the censored version.

Im 99% sure the uncensored version of this art will literally kill - to death - at least 4 people that I know but if you wanna see…

Here on Ao3

"Chunky is it an au of sorts? He doesn't have wings."

...Of sorts. But let's just say that the full version didn't require wings. What it did require was that outline of them for placement.

I was using this painting as a reference;

The Ritual by Roberto Ferri, 2016

When I wondered what it would be like if it had been Eris and Azriel instead of Lucien and Jesminda.

"He had teased him, taunted him- seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn't wanted anything but him. He'd seen him not as a High Lord's eldest, but as a male. Had loved him without question, without hesitation. He had chosen him."

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ok but thinking about Rhys saying Nyx is an "ancient night goddess" suggests there were multiple gods and there was polytheism, only for there to now be an Unnamed Goddess called the mother who also picks men to hold domain over the land she created like

Sarah this is reading so hard like fanfic I swear to God please be consistent in your world building I am BEGGING you

i think i need more dark azriel. i think i need more irritable, sleep deprived, angry azriel. azriel whose hands shake and you don’t know why, you don’t if it’s stress or anxiety or a deep sated fury he can’t stifle anymore. azriel whose chest rumbles with growls and hisses he is too tired to stifle. bitter azriel. disillusioned azriel. azriel who is too disgusted by everything, by those around and by himself, to play nice anymore. azriel who doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink anymore because he is so….so lost to his ever increasingly dark thoughts that he just…forgets to eat and drink. azriel who can’t sleep—not because he doesn’t want to, but because he can’t, because his shadows have grown darker and needier over the years, wrapping around him and not letting go, sticking to his skin like tar and wriggling in all his thoughts, tainting them, staining them. and azriel lets them, because of course he does, he and the shadows are one, after all, aren’t they? he cares for them. he craves them. he doesn’t mind all that much that they become the only thing he cares about, because the shadows are right. he should be angry. he should be bitter. no one understands him, not really, but the shadows do. they do. and so he spends all his nights awake with them, listening to their whispers, letting them nestle deeper inside of him, until that line he’s always been so aware of, the one that has always separated him from them begins to blur. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t care. and the shadows don’t care very much, either, rather they are almost…happy with this turn of events. and the happiness is a muted thing of course, they cannot be happy, but azriel’s closeness grants them more freedom, and so they begin to roam. they are curious by nature. they like to hoard things. they like to seep and to stain and to steal the light from all their encounter, greedy things that they are.

and so it’s natural that they fixate on eris. eris is bright. eris is warm. eris is as fickle as the flames that play at his fingertips and azriel’s shadows taunt their other half with snippets of dreams and memories they steal from eris; scents and flavours that make saliva pool under azriel’s tongue. he dislikes it at first, of course he does, but the shadows burrow deep inside of him and those snippets of eris that they hoard become azriel’s own secret treasure. and his sanity begins to ravel, obviously. his anger grows, the trembling in his hands worsens. and he can’t blame it on the shadows, because he is the shadows—and so he blames it on eris, because that is easier and sparks an aching, burning hunger in azriel that is better than the hatred, than the numbness that it brings after it spills out of him in violence.

azriel doesn’t stop the obsession when it comes. doesn’t stop the anger, the jealously, the bone deep urge that grows in him to take eris and peel him open, layer by layer, rib by rib; to peer inside of him and learn what his heart tastes like when he sinks his teeth into it. he doesn’t stop it. he doesn’t stop it.

Kallias and Viviane let Rhysand off the hook a little too easy about the Winter Court children. They're just supposed to believe it was another Daemati when Rhysand was tormenting them all UtM and Rhysand couldn't even provide the name of this other Daemati? All this evidence against him and they just believe his word? just like that?

No but like how was JK Rowling transphobic and also described one of her character's voices in HP (I don't remember who) as having a "fruity" voice

The math isn't mathing here ;)