Eldest Sibling Drawing An Eldest Sibling

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

HO HO HO!!!!!!!!! Santa is back!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been hard at work on your gift and I am so excited to be able to share it with you. I hope you've been well and are getting excited for the holiday season!!

A couple of questions:

Would you want a sneak peak of your gift before I officially post it?

(This doesn't have anything to do with the story but just for fun!) What are your favorite Holiday movies? Songs? Traditions?

Anyhow, my goal is to have the story posted for you on December 21st!! I'll pop in with another ask or two before then though, rest assured. :)

Hi santa!

For the sneak peak whatever you want, if you see like it go for it, but I prefer not.

For songs, and movies and traditions, that's another point. I like a lot of songs, like I don't have one I don't like. Christmas movies are not my favorite, I see like they're all the same, so I don't have one, but if I'd to choose I would choose home alone. And traditions my favorite is probably the grapes, the 12 grapes you eat at midnight till the next year.

See you soon!

-after Damian turned 16, at the family dinner-

Bruce: so... Damian, do you remember the Oreov girl you met at the gala last week?

Damian: *looks up* yes

Bruce: what do you think of her...?

Dick: *tries not to laugh*

Tim: *fails not to laugh*

Steph: *doesn't even try not to laugh*

Damian: she was... acceptable, if a bit annoying, why do you ask?

Tim: He's trying to set you up!

Batkids -Damian: *laughs*

Damian: *stares blankly*

Bruce: og course, you don't hav-

Damian: father, are you unaware that I'm in a committed relationship?

Duke, Tim and Dick: *choke on their food*

Steph: *choke on her drink*

Cass: *smiles*

Batkids: WHAT?!

Bruce: ... I-....

Jason: *laughs so hard he almost falls from his chair* oh Jesus Christ! The world's best detectives at their finest!

Dick: you knew? And you didn't tell me?!

Jason: where the fuck do you think he went almost every fucking friday?

Bruce: *turns to Damian* I- I though you were having sleepover with Jon

Damian: I was.

Dick: but you just-

Batfam: *stops all their movememnt as they realize*

Jason: *actually falls from his chair laughing*

Buce: JONATHAN SAMUEL KENT!

-over at the Kent farm, also having family dinner-

Jon, who heard Bruce shout his name: I feel like I'm going to get murdered by a bat in my sleep

Clark, who was also listening in: right after you explain why I had to find out you're dating Damian throught their family dinner

Jon: hehe... fuck

singing why u so obsessed w me at slyth*rin sk*ttles fans who insist on reposting our posts talking about our problems with their interpretations of characters that completely betray canon.. we are allowed to disagree with you and you are allowed to disagree with us. just be respectful and do it in your spaces and we will do it in ours!

so there’s this monument in paris

Implying that she knows pretty tributes like Maysilee get prostituted by Snow if they win, and then actively wishing it happens to a tribute she reaped is so evil and insidious.

Real exhibition of the contempt capitolites have for the districts.

Ho Ho Ho, it's your Secret Santa!!!!!! SO excited to be writing an Azris fic for you! Now for my first questions, do you prefer canon or au (and if au which are your fave types)? Do you prefer fluff or angst (or both 👀) ? Let me know and I'll get to brainstorming! 💝🎅🏻

Hiii!

In general I prefer canon but if you write an AU i would also Love It, specially if It is like a modern au ir something like that, like a sports one, or like a mixture of Harry Potter (like they are from different Hogwarts houses or something).

I definitely love fluff but angst with all my heart. Like a mixture of both with many angst and grovelling.

SANTA TELL ME [pt. 1]

@ofduskanddreams I was so excited when I knew that I was gonna write for you, like really excited. I'm sorry I got a bit late but I hope you really, really like it.

This is the first part of a multi chapter fanfic and I hope that you really enjoyed it.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I'm sorry for any possible spelling mistakes.

Azriel didn't expected his life to be like this when he was a child.

Well, maybe it did, but definitely did not expect to be a courtier in his work just to make alliances. He, as a matter of fact, was a better courtier than his brother was, he loved Cassian, but he was an asshole and sucked in all the aspects of the work it has to be done.

He was okay with being a spy, with interrogating and murdering people, well, not okay with it, but he learned that it was for the better for the Court and did know his job was relevant and it had to be done. Sometimes he thinks of it and doesn't know what to do with his life if it wasn't for the job he has been doing for the past five hundred years.

But having to work even in the holidays. He was maybe not a big fan of the rumbling and the stupidity of all the things he had to endure during solstice, but was one of the only holidays he had, and maybe was a little angry with Rhys for accepting in his name to go a week into the Winter Court to see the holidays there and make a treaty between the Winter and Night Court, but it did pissed him off.

He was expected to accept it since Mor was back from the fucking Continent and Amren wouldn't go, and his brothers and his mates were obviously out of question being the first solstice as a pair for Cassian and Nesta and being the first solstice of Nyx, so he was the better option. Well, the only option available, cause Elain was out of question again.

Between the three of the brothers he was the most patient one, since his life consisted in waiting and waiting for his job to be done, but he was done waiting and wanted to scream to Rhys for the fuck he happened to be the solstice.

That he could join them for the night after solstice for the annual snowball fight, and definitely he would make them pay for this, cause Cassian agreed it was a good idea to make it happen.

But tonight he did not have any patient, so when he throws the glass he has on his hand to the wall it shatters in many pieces, oh how he wanted it to be one of his brothers, he was fuming.

And nobody could do anything about it, not now that the answer had been sent to the Winter Court.

He needed something to calm down, or it will be a very long week. Seven days, he had to survive in the Winter Court for seven days before he could wipe that attitude off Rhys's and Cassian's face with the floor.

Oh how he hated them in this fucking moment.

He hated not being in control, he was a fucking control freak, how could he not when all his choices where out of his hands for all his childhood and early adulthood, even now he hand not all the control in his fucking life. He adored his family, he really did, but not now, not when they make decisions for him without even noticing until the night before he had to go.

Oh he would not go unnoticed. He had a clear idea of what to do hen he arrived, but definitely he would destroy Cassian and Rhys in the annual snowball fight, he had won many before and would won many after this one. He outnumbered the other two of them, not even adding up his victories did they compare to Azriel's.

He didn't tried to sleep, it was useless, he knew he couldn't sleep in this fucking situation. So he started thinking of anything he could've forgotten, even though he knew he hadn't forgot anything.

When he had calmed down he picked a book of the library he had in his plain room, he had read it at least a dozen times, but he hadn't get any knew book that caught up his attention a simple bare minimum, so he kept re-reading the books he already read.

He spent all the night reading till the sun was up, then he had put down the book and took his bag full of clothes, plans, and information he had not memorised. If he was being honest, he remembered quiet well, but being an asshole knowing almost everything normally made people feel uncomfortable, so he pretended most of the times he didn't knew, other times he was extremely cocky about it, reaching the top level of being an asshole.

Cassian was already up when he came out of his room, but choose to ignore him, he really did not wanted to talk to someone so early, he would shout at him if pushed far enough, and he would push, even though he knew it was not good for any of them.

He was gonna go out for several days and eve though it was all bullshit it was better than having to see all happiness around him revolve while he was unsure about everything.

The bag on his shoulder didn't felt like any weigh was there. A remember of all the little things he needed to be set up in another place. A feeling of discomfort waved from his chest. His life was a scattering mess again and again and again, and he couldn't pull from the waves that were pushing and pushing him far below from the surface.

He loved Nesta and Feyre like her sisters, he really did, but before them he was taken care by Rhysand and Cassian even though he did in fact not tell anyone he was hurting, and here they were, far apart from each other, maybe it was unintentional but he did not wanted to go to the Winter Court. It was freezing there, and when it was really winter in all the other courts it was almost unspeakable how his hands really hurt with all the extra freezing.

Not any gloves could fix that shit.

So he started flying, snowflakes in Velaris were merely starting to fall, and when he was out of reach of the city he had called home for centuries now, he winnowed far away. Just when he reached the border of Nearon, the capital of the Winter Court, he started to feel his hands begin to frozen up.

How he hated winter and how he loved it at the same time.

He hated how it make him shiver every time he saw something like a cave or a hole on the ground full of snow, he remembered very well how it was back in his fathers house, the cell full of worms and snow in winter. He hated how his hands ache all this time after the incident with his step brothers, he hated the memories of all of that. He mostly hated winter.

But he loved it when it was not freezing but chill outside, late winter reaching spring, with the chill and the sun bathing all his body without being feeling hot. The snowball fight was the only time he loved snow.

He looked his surroundings, while his shadows explored all the zone. In less than ten seconds there were two white heads that caught his attention. Kallias and Viviane, High Lord and the Lady of the Winter Court.

"Shadowsinger, a pleasure to see you" said Viviane with a wide smile.

"Pleasure is mine" he said with a nod.

It didn't take him long to have it his own way while both of them started speaking of something about the holidays. Azriel was unsure why but his shadows were starting to wander far, far away from him.

"This week we wanted that our visitors meet our traditions so that they could maybe catch some for their Courts, and maybe start a new trade way." Kallias didn't say anything else.

He didn't comment, but was in fact curious of who else would be visiting in this holiday another Court for work and allies purposes.

It wasn't till he saw the palace from far far away that he smelled a smoky scent. Burnt wood, cinnamon and leather, that what it smelled like, and he knew quite well who that scent belonged to. If the holidays weren't terrible enough they might just get worse.

Eris Vanserra was grinning in their direction. Azriel couldn't be more pissed of.

Thanks for the tag @queentala

I'm not gonna tag anyone cause really I don't know anyone on this app, so feel free to do it if you want to

get in, losers; we're going to the wild wild fuckin' west

(yes i made two, i needed a femme version also)

ait, let's hit the hay @joelsversion @swiftispunk @tieronecrush @pedgeitopascal @softlyspector etc

FEELING GOOD | Nesta Archeron x reader

Summary: You wanted to propose Nesta but she is curious and things turn out different as spected.

Word count: 1,2 k

Warning: she/her pronoun reader

Advice: English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes I may have written.

It had been a long time since you had even considered going home to the Summer Court. You were happy there. It wasn't the place you lived in per se, but the people you lived with.

You had been through so much in your damn existence that thinking about how happy you were now felt strange. Watching the Cider from the terrace of your home.

You'd had to run away from home five years ago, find a place to live there, in Velaris, you didn't even remember how the hell you got there, but you had.

Morrigan had found you, and despite being a complete stranger, had taken you to the House of the Wind to heal your wounds and bruises. You had been offered a home there, and although you did not know how this place had been kept safe from Amarantha's clutches, you were very happy to have found it.

Your relationship with Mor had grown into great friends, or at least that was until Rhysand came back from Under the Mountain, when she began to inadvertently drift away from her to focus on her family. And then came Feyre Archeron, she seemed like a very nice and cordial female, but she was not the person you liked best.

The inner circle had accepted you for a year, although now with the new acquaintances it was difficult for you to feel completely comfortable in her company. Or at least that's how it was until you went to rescue Feyre's sisters, Mor had asked you for help and it hadn't even cost you to go with them no matter what.

After all, you owed Mor one. But now that the Cortes were free, the desire to return home had increased. But it was the moment you saw the eldest of the Archerons that you knew you could never go anywhere without knowing that she would be safe, fighting to keep from being thrown into the Cauldron.

You didn't know why, but you would do everything for her. You had tried to help her recovery, being there for her as a support to her, no matter how many times she kicked you out of it. You had been there, you had accompanied her on her journey towards peace of mind and being comfortable with herself, and that had been important to you.

You had found a small family in the process, with the Valkyries, being part of them, getting closer to Azriel and Cassian, because you had never been part of the inner circle, you never would be, because your safe place was with them, with Nesta, Emerie, Gwyn, Cassian and Azriel, although the last two were part of the inner circle.

Your feelings for Nesta had been very present along the way, trying not to bloom every time she felt comfortable with you, which progressed by the moment, that feeling of being very comfortable with you. Until one day she drunk you had not been able to bite her tongue and you had confessed what you felt.

And now you were happily living with your girlfriend in a beautiful house, with extra rooms for your friends and family. Although there were slight problems with Elain and you, mainly you couldn't stand her, you didn't know it was hers but there was something you couldn't stand about her that made you feel bad, very bad.

You had been very happy when Emerie discovered her bond with Mor, happy for what you considered your sister and the first friend you had there. Then came Azriel and Gwyn's bond, and you were beyond ecstatic to see them both happy, with their mates.

Nesta's arms hugged you around your waist, pressing your back against her chest. The fact that Nesta was six inches taller than you couldn't bother you and please you more, in equal measure.

She left a kiss on your cheek, with a smile, you were home, you were home with her, you didn't care about the damn mating bond, there was no one better for you than her.

"I've missed you" she murmured as she rested her head on yours.

"Me too, you should work less" you spoke, with a certain grace.

"Said the donkey talking about ears" Nesta scoffed with a smile, as she lowered one of her hands into your bulging pocket.

Her happiness was quickly changed to nervousness, but Nesta continued on her way until she reached into her pocket and pulled out a black velvet box, a smirk on her lips.

You let go of her grip, the nervousness you felt right now was getting to you.

"What is this, little one?" You looked into her eyes over your lashes, without raising your head, feeling how she was getting more and more nervous.

You searched for the words you had prepared with Gwyn and Cassian, maybe they weren't the best people you should have practiced with, maybe Azriel's seriousness would have been better for you, but it was over, now you had to think about what was happening right now.

"I know we don't have the bond, but we have a very strong bond between us" you spoke looking away and biting your lower lip insecurity "but I'm sure I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Nesta Archeron, and since we're not very traditional I have not bought a ring. But what was I going, Nesta Archeron do you want to spend the rest of our lives with me?"

Nesta she lifted her chin at you, her eyes shining with surprise and happiness, pure happiness.

"This is the bond, I don't know why it hasn't appeared for you, but it is the mating bond" she murmured looking at you with love "so yes, a thousand and one times I do want to spend the rest of my days with you, sweetness" she spoke with a smile. "Even though I was waiting for tonight to propose, I guess we both know we're not traditional, because I'm not into a ring either," she spoke with some grace, picking up a larger gray velvet box. "Open it."

You accepted the order without question, while she opened her box. In yours there was a tiara, silver with bluish gray stones like her eyes, perhaps it was her laugh that made you realize that you had given her a matching necklace, even in those moments when you did not do it on purpose you managed to get on agreement.

"You help me?" You nodded, taking the necklace and putting it around your fiancée's neck as she pushed her hair forward.

She had cut it off a couple of months ago and now she had it up to her shoulders, a little lower maybe. Since she wore it short, you used to braid it yourself or leave it loose, whatever the result, you loved it.

As soon as you fastened it, she turned a hundred and eighty degrees to put her hands on your waist again and plant a kiss on your lips. Then something appeared between you, the bond that you had wanted so much to appear appeared.

You tugged on it a bit, testing it for real, then harder and Nesta smiled, breaking the kiss.

"It has appeared to you" she murmured even happier.

"Since when do you know?"

"A year and a half ago" around that time you had kissed for the first time. "But I wanted it to show up instead of telling you, I guess things don't always go our way." She murmured kissing you again.