imthequeenofheaven

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by @kayxstars

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As the fandom seems to be really negative atm and we've all turned to analysing a fictional story wayyyyy too much and making it unenjoyable:

ACTUALLY FRIENDLY REMINDERS!

It's been two years since Kingdom of Ash so:

Terrassen would be the happiest it's been in 10 long years under Aelin's rule

Ornyth would be being rebuilt with a theatre and libraries for everyone to enjoy

Chaol and Yrene would have had their child

Nesryn would be happy with Sartaq in the Southern Continent being prepped to be Empress

All those wyverns would have hatched and Manon would be training them

With all those trips to Adarlan, Dorian might be married to Manon

Lord Lorcan Lochan and Elide would be happily leading Perranth together

Lysandra and Aedion would be celebrating their 2 year anniversary

Some of the couples might have babies on the way

Fenrys would be enjoying the freedom he has under Aelin's blood oath

Vaughan would have finally made it back to the crew

They're all happy and enjoying life

BONUS ACOTAR ADD ON: Feyre and Rhys are loving life in Velaris and Feyre gets to paint as much as she likes

Feel free to add more!!

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Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Throne of Glass

“There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius.’ Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. ‘I am a god.”

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Feyre Archeron, High Lady of the Night Court✨

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Manon and Abraxos

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Why the heck this fits so well???? OMGGGGGGGG

“There are different kinds of darkness. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. There is the darkness of lovers and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”

↪ “A Court of Mist and Fury” by Sarah J Maas

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“I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative.”

↪ ‘A Court of Wings and Ruin’ by Sarah J Maas

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"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡."

Sarah J Maas

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Love is a poison, but it is also fire. And fire always ends up turning to ashes. But… isn't it lovely to see it burn while it lasts?

Me

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People will always judge you, no matter what you do, so… Why don't you start with doing whatever you want or like?

Me

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You're the only one I'm willing to trade all the meteors in the sky for.

Daoming Si, Meteor Garden 2018

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The problem of doing someone a favor continuously, is that the day you stop doing it, the bad one is you.

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Nejire!!!!!!!💕

A pure, graceful Fairy   ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊

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Time does not heal anything. It only gets you used to the idea that some things are changing and you must accept it.

Me

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herro viria! i have a question: why do you love to draw so much, and what is your inspiration to draw? i'm feeling kinda confused about my art right now, mostly because i want to improve but i can't find the time to draw, or the inspiration to draw, or i just can't get anything right

awwhhh, I’m sorry you feel this way! I hope it will pass soon.

I actually tried to analyze that lately, like why am I so hooked on drawing?

And I thought that, back when I started I was quite a miserable lonely shy pattoot. I was feeling so..alone, a lot, and drawing was a way to cope for me. I drew all those characters I love having such deep bonds, being all happy and content and it made me feel…better, in the process. Back then the emotions of characters I drew transfered into me. Whenever I was very sad, I could also draw this out, making the characters as upset as me, too.

These days I grew and I think I grew to be truly happy, and the life isn’t as lonely anymore. And these days I try to transfer the emotions I feel into the characters I draw, just so I can make people feel what I do through these characters, you know? I want guys to experience the joy and happiness and cozyness and have the hope I was lacking at some times. 

Besides that, I just really love bringing characters into life:”) My inspiration is emotions I think. Some glimpses on life that I see. Some glimses that I would want to see. 

Being confused about your art is a very artist thing, and it’s normal. It’s something that happens to everyone who ever tried to draw. It’s hard, and we’re never good enough, and we barely ever can make anything that’s as good as it is in our head. Drawing implies constantly getting through that struggle, and keep going on even when you’re unsatisfied with how it turned out, or where you are in the art right now. After every confusing moment comes a light and some bits of understanding, so carry on!

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Super nostalgic one, commissioned by @firelxrdizumi!

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My Story

Seven years ago ... When I was in high school, the vast majority of people in my high school made fun of me and laughed at me for the simple fact of being Chinese, being 12 years old and being a virgin. (Currently, I still am and there is still someone who laughs, very funny, right?)

 Yes, it's very stupid, I know. But that's exactly why they messed with me.

I never said anything to anyone, not even to my parents or teachers, because, on the one hand, I did not want my parents to worry, they already had enough problems, and on the other ... The dear teachers, they would not understand. Knowing how they were, how they behaved, they took everything lightly. Imagine what would happen if I said: "Teacher, x person is making fun of me for being Chinese". I'm sure they would say "Do not listen to them, ignore them." Or worse, to make it even worse instead of fixing things.

Yeah, that's how sad that beautiful high school was.

But do not believe that they were like that with "foreigners" in general, no, the students of that institute got along great with the "Moroccans, Arabs, ...". They got along well with anyone except the Chinese. And less if you were a girl and a virgin.

I honestly did not understand it and I still do not understand it. But right now, I do not fucking care.

That year, it was the worst year of high school. The worst year of my life. I've had very bad years, but that ... It was the worst of the worst.

A whole year where the whole school looked at me badly, they talked about me behind my back, they laughed at me for everything I did. They threw things at me, they put gum in my hair ... Any nonsense you can imagine, they did it.

Once, a Colombian girl (I think) and her Venezuelan friend, humiliated me and left me very badly in front of almost the entire institute. They started shouting at me out of nowhere and saying shits that, according to them, I did or said.

Please, I was new in that fucking place. 

Those things they said did not make sense.

But I did not have the ovaries to say anything. I was nobody. Nobody was on my side. And if there was someone on my side. He/She did not have the eggs to defend me either. 

Okay, yes, I had two or three "friends." Well, better said ... Classmates. But they made it clear to me that if someone messed with me, or if I had problems, they would not help me, because they did not want to be "hurt".

Yes, they were very, very, very good friends. (Sarcasm)

The next year I changed schools. Good, thank God.

But it's not that the change was super good either.

The institute that I changed to, was regulated (?), that is, you had to pay every month x money. Okay ... The vast majority of students looked at me with an air of superiority. As if they wanted to tell you, "My dad pays me this, so, I'm better than you."

Time was passing, and I tried not to let anything they said affect me. I really tried not to care what they said about me.

But it was enough.

Yes ... I'm also that percentage of people who tried to commit suicide ... But ... I, unlike others, was not brave enough to cut a vein, but I was to swallow fifty pills.

The last time I tried (several years ago), apart from having problems in high school, I had problems at home, was when I found out that my mother had considered aborting me because I was a girl. Do you know the shock, the pain I felt when I found out about it?

OK, yes, it's true that I'm here now. And it means that she did not abort me, but fuck, it hurts to know. And that if it were not for my grandparents, who fought for me, I would not be.

It is hard and sad to know, that your own mother, considered to have you or not, because ... You are a girl. (Currently, that does not matter anymore, and she is "happy" to have had me because I am very helpful(?)).

From always, although I did not want it, my mind listened to others, each and every one of its criticisms towards me.

They said I was fat, so I felt fat.

They said I was stupid, so I was.

They said that ..., well, that ...

It is exactly that, from so much listening and taking into account the words of others, you forget who you truly are.

Before knowing BTS, I gradually tried to stop paying attention, to stop taking into account the (offensive) criticisms that others said about me.

I constantly said to myself, "Let them say what they want, I know who I really am and I am the only one who knows the truth about myself."

But, honestly, it was much harder to do than to say it. (Like everything, right?)

Criticism continued to affect me, and well, they continue to do so. 

Words hurt more than actions.

After meeting BTS, after listening to their songs, after ... Everything.

At the end ... At the bottom of everything.

It's me. It is me who has to worry about what I think about myself.

And it's also who I should love first.

And no, that is not being selfish.

Before loving someone, before listening to what others have to say about me.

I have to listen to what I say about myself. I MUST take MYSELF into account before another person.

Because if I do not love myself. Nobody will.

Yuki