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blah blah azriel and elain blah blah blah azriel and gwen, no no no it’s azriel and me 😌

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— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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hello! i love your writing! do you think you can write smth w az and reader/mate getting kidnapped/hurt? load on the angst but no chara death pls 🙏😭

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Azriel x Reader

a/n: This almost made me tear up lol thank u anon for the request. Reader has powers, but I kept it vague so you can decide what those powers are. I wanted SO badly to end this w/ a sad note. Quickly edited, so I apologize for any errors in grammar.

warnings: near-death experience, blood, violence

Utter chaos tormented the shorelines of the Summer Court as Hybern’s forces met those of Prythian. The sounds of steel clashing, armor denting, and screams of agony filled your ears.

Your senses were in overdrive. Your only instinct was to fight, and kill. The magic thrumming at your fingertips surged around you as you cut through the enemy, unwavering and relentless.

You had no idea where your friends were, or if they were alive. You couldn’t see your mate either, but you could feel him, through that bond in your chest, in your very soul. It was the only reassurance you had.

As if he could feel your worry, Azriel tugged on the bond, a small reminder that he’s still with you. He’s still here. You tugged back immediately, and his relief was palpable.

The battle continued raging on, and it became clear that Hybern’s forces were withdrawing. All that was left now were mangled and broken bodies, some of whom you recognized, some you didn’t.

You still hadn’t laid eyes on Azriel. You knew he was alive, but you needed to see him. Needed to have him in your arms. You trudged through the corpses, and started searching for your mate.

There was still plenty of commotion, the shouts of healers, the wails of pain, and cries in mourning. But no sign of your mate, or any of your friends.

The moment you laid eyes on Azriel, his back was to you. The sight of him alone was enough to allow some reprieve from your panic. You opened your mouth to call to him, but all that came out was a blood curdling scream as an ash arrow buried itself in your ribs.

Azriel immediately went into action, killing the stray soldier with his bare hands. He caught you just before your knees hit the ground.

The shadowsinger’s normally unreadable exterior dropped. In that moment, he knew was true terror was. Fear and panic rolled in his gut as he put pressure on your wound, screaming for a healer, for Rhys, Mor, anyone.

Tears welled in your eyes at the pain, the scalding, unbearable pain. You were already beginning to feel tired, and weak. Azriel must have sensed it through the bond, because he began shaking you, his eyes wide with horror.

“Y/n! Look at me. Look at me right now,” he begged.

Your eyelids fluttered at the sound of his voice, but sleep was beckoning you like a peaceful lullaby, a soft blanket that you could wrap yourself in, if you could just close your eyes—

Azriel shook you again, his voice trembling. “Hey. Hey. Do not fall asleep, y/n. Do you understand me? Do not fall asleep.”

You mumbled incoherent words of nonsense, but three of them stuck out to your mate. “I love you.”

Your wound was still bleeding despite his efforts, but Mor had finally found the two of you, her expression just as horrified as Azriel’s. She started working immediately.

Mor began healing your wound, but Azriel feared she wouldn’t be quick enough. The only thing he could try to do was keep you awake.

“Y/n, please,” he begged, tears threatening to spill down his face. “Please, listen to my voice. Stay awake for me. Please.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes open at that point. The raging heat from your wound was a distant feeling, and your mate’s voice was fading. All you were left with was a serene warmth, and a tired feeling that you couldn’t quite shake. The last words from your lips were another “I love you” to Azriel before that sweet darkness claimed you.

The bond went silent, and Azriel wept.

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You awoke to a mild throbbing pain in your side, just underneath your ribs. The sunlight bleeding through the curtains was almost too much to bear. You shielded your eyes with your hands, and began to sit up, but two hands laid you back.

Azriel.

“Don’t move. You need rest,” your mate said, pressing a gentle kiss you your forehead, you could feel his relief through the bond at the sight of you, awake and moving.

He leaned his head against yours, his tears falling onto your face. Within moments, your own tears began forming.

Azriel presses his lips to your nose. “I love you, y/n. I thought—I thought—“

“I know,” you said simply, sending all of your love and reassurance down the bond. You couldn’t begin to imagine the dread, the pure horror and fear he felt.

“I know,” you repeat, brushing your lips on his jaw.

No more words were shared between the two of you as he nestled into your uninjured side, running his hands through your hair, along your soft skin. You were here with him. You were alive. That’s all he needed.

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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

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I had an absolutely delightful time in Elpis.

(If Emet is going to insist on treating me like a misbehaving pet, then I will absolutely proceed to live up to this expectation by being the most chaotic gremlin imaginable. I will conveniently leave all this out of my reports to the Scions so they can keep thinking I'm dutiful and responsible.)

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Crown of Dreams

Pairing: Rhys x female!Reader

Wordcount: ~11k

A/N: Happy birthday, @redbleedingrose! Thank you for being the brightest part of my day every day. I hope you enjoy it, bb. I literally could not stop writing this piece, I could have gone on for another 11,000 words, and it would not have felt like enough.

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FINISH HIM, DULIA! drawn at the time 5.5 came out and you first meet Fourchenault at The Lotus Stand in Gridania… pretty sure at the time, Dulia would have a few choice words with him if she didn’t suplex him first lol

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Feyre Cursebreaker. Defender of the Rainbow. Lady of Many Faces. Princess of Carrion. Sweet-tongued Liar

Credit: dudledudlesss

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ID: a sketchy two page comic of my tortoiseshell kittens, Maggie and Bunny.

From off panel, I hold my hands out to Maggie, who leans away

Me: Aw, Maggie doesn't wanna come up?

Maggie: Mother I am not a child.

Me: You're ten months old.

Maggie: I am a warrior.

Bunny pops up from behind her sister.

Bunny: I'm not! I'm baby <3

I scoop Bunny up while Maggie watches in shock and confusion.

Me: Aw, yes you are, Bunny. Who's my sweet baby?

Maggie flops on her back and shows her tummy. She has big blobby tears in her eyes.

Maggie: Mommy??? Betrayal?? You abandon your baby?? Your Darling Girl?? Your little Maggie-Pie?!?

End ID.

Maggie is a strong, independant kitten, so long as you never pay attention to anyone else, ever.

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Lara Lieto at the 2023 Cannes Film Festival

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One of the great things about Holga is that she is a Barbarian.

How she moves, how she fights, how she hits, it all feels Heavy. She feels Tanky, able to hold on multiple enemies at once. Her punches feel like they have weight and we see the soldiers struggle fighting her, using their numbers to compensate that she otuclasses them in Physical Prowess.

She is the embodiment of the DnD Barbarian. which is that If she hits you, You Go Down.

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“Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are.”

— Karen Marie Moning