#( the dark night && the starlight )

[moopiter]

this popped into my head like a flash bang at wallmart earlier

now someone draw butcher lighting them on fire

[acourtofquestions]

Make me cry with just one art piece

credits: llibiarts (on Instagram)

[euphorictruths]

Starlight- Anton Amit; 2023

[customcreatures]

She's in charge of the nighttime

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness V /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: Death of a character.

Word Count: 2K

Notes: Wow, chapter 5 already, I can only thank you all for the support, you guys are amazing, love you ❤️

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Saying that Azriel was scared, was a gentle way to address his feelings, he was terrified, and the thought of moving to a completely different place, filled with strangers ready to judge him was driving him insane, Y/N reassured him that Loralen would be waiting, she even invited his brothers and Feyre to join them and meet Thera.

All of them were wearing the best Night Court fashion, Feyre was wearing her crown, a floor-length dress, a deep black with some silver spots to represent the night sky, Rhysand also had his crown and a black suit, matching his High Lady, Cassian had his hair in a bun, his new leathers hugging his toned body, Rhysand tried to convince him to wear something else but he refused. Azriel was wearing black pants, truth teller strapped to his thigh, a grey shirt with the sleeves rolled all the way to his elbows, showing a trace of tattoos, the first buttons open and his siphons glowing lightly.

"You have a little bit of saliva here, might want to clean it up before someone else notices." Evanore whispered in Y/N's ear, her sweet giggle made the brunette female roll her eyes, Azriel was a handsome male, seeing him wearing something that wasn't his leathers was quite a view, he had a side smile while he listened to something that Feyre said, his wings proudly behind his back, the shirt tighten around his muscles, he was a handsome male but he was her High Lord, nothing more.

"It's time to go." Y/N said, loud and clear, everyone turned her way, and she could see the anxious expressions, she was feeling anxious herself, she wanted to go home, back to her life, and get ready for war. They made a circle, holding each other's hands while Evanore transported them, it took only a few seconds and they were in front of a huge mansion. "Welcome to Tornan Manor, the High Lord's house."

The manor was beautiful, the front garden was like a little maze with a fountain in the middle of the garden, tall trees, maybe with thousands of years, adorned the sides of the heavy gates, and a stone trail led the way from the gate to the double stairs, Elain would love a garden like this, Feyre thought to herself. The exterior was made of stone, many windows were open and they could see a glass part, a greenhouse filled with indoor plants.

The oak doors opened as they walked towards it, things were even more pretty inside, grey walls and a marble floor, adorned with fancy paintings and black furniture, even if the place was so dark, still seemed so alive as they walked, Y/N guided the way to a huge staircase, the second floor had the same colors as the first one, big chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the way.

"This place is wonderful, you're lucky Az." Cassian said, his eyes scanning every corner of the house, the female kept walking until she turned left, crossing an arch on the wall, they were met with a hallway filled with closed doors, Evanore ran past them, opening one of the doors and disappearing.

"This is the dormitory wing of the Manor, it was requested that the rooms were prepared for you." She stopped in front of a door. "This is your room Cassian. You can get ready for our meal later in here." She opened the door, a big bed in the middle of the room, large windows from the floor to the ceiling, dark curtains, a fireplace with some seats in front of it, and two doors inside that led to the bathroom and the closet, a desk in the right corner and some shelves filled with books.

"Thank you." The general spoke before closing his door, the other rooms were pretty much the same, the High Lord and Lady got a room next to Cassian's and Azriel in front of him, they were all instructed to enjoy some time before they reunited again for a meal together with the High Lord of Shadows.

As everyone closed their doors, Y/N rushed through the hallway, her eager hands pushing the double doors to Loralen's room open, the Lord sat at his desk, writing something, his head slowly turning her way, a smile forming on his lips as he spotted her.

"My dear, you're back." She walked to him, giving him a tight hug before sitting at his side. "Missed having you with me on my daily studies." She smiled.

"I found him!" His eyes more quickly than ever looked at her again, tears slowly filling his hazel eyes. "He's here, with the High Lord from the Night Court, maybe you want to join us for a meal?" He nodded.

"Of course my dear, we have a lot to discuss, can you send someone to prepare me a bath? I have to be presentable for our guests." She giggled, getting up and kissing the top of his head.

"l'll send someone." 30 minutes later, Y/N was leaving her room, after getting everything ready for the evening, she was finally ready to join. She was wearing a black mid-length dress, thin straps, and a flowy skirt, her hair in a braid and her dagger on her thigh, she entered the room and everyone noticed how light she seemed here, her shoulders less tense and her features less harsh, Azriel's eyes drifted to her cleavage, a pink scar laying there, disappearing in the fabric and her right arm had a tattoo, from her wrist to her shoulder, the black ink made her even more beautiful, he wondered how he haven't noticed it before.

Azriel nervously looked to the door, he was informed that Loralen would be joining them, his palms were sweating as he waited to meet his grandfather, the doors opened and a man stood on the side.

"The High Lord Loralen from The Court of Shadows." He announced and an old fae entered the room, Azriel immediately noticed that he looked like his mother, his grey hair and hazel eyes were somehow familiar, they stood up, bowing to him and the old man slowly walked to the empty seat in the head of the table, he smiled and motioned for the others to sit as well.

"It's so good to have you all here, especially you, my grandson, Azriel." He felt weird as he listened to the old fae, he never thought about his mother's family, let alone thought that he would meet his grandfather. "As you may know, my time here is ending and you're soon to be High Lord, you will have all the help you need and I'm sure we can count on the High Lord to help you with anything you may need." Rhys nodded.

"Let the feast begin then." He snapped his fingers and all types of foods appeared on the table, the evening was fun, the food was good, the wine exceptional and the talking was pleasable, Loralen talked about Eletha and court duties, and everyone shared a history or two, Az felt his heart squeezing happily as he watched the family he chose interact with his family by blood.

His brothers noticed how relaxed he seemed, listening to his mother's childhood stories, his eyes shining brightly as he felt closer to her like she was there with him, Rhysand was also quick to notice the shy glances Y/N directed him, smiling openly as the High Lord talked, her eyes would watch Azriel's smile and her cheeks would get red, quickly looking down afraid of being caught. As the night got closer, Loralen invited Azriel for a walk while Y/N led them to a living room so they continued the talk with more good wine.

"It's like having Eletha again, you look a lot like your mother." The old fae spoke, they were walking in a huge library, filled with so many unknown books, Azriel's shadows danced around frantically, exploring the place.

"I only remember a couple of things about her, I was really young when she died." He said, the tears still threatening to spill, he was on the verge of tears all day, even if he never stepped on this place before, something felt familiar, weirdly, he felt as if this was his home as much as the night court was, the feeling that he truly belonged here filled his chest.

"She was my light, I never wanted to find her more than when I learned she had a son, I was a grandfather, I wanted to meet you and I'm glad I'm still alive." He turned to Azriel, his hands grabbing Az's. " Can I give you a hug?" Azriel nodded and the fae pulled him closer, Azriel had to hold back a sob as he let himself enjoy the warm embrace of his grandfather.

"What if I can't do it?" He allowed himself to be vulnerable just this time. "What if I'm not able to be a good High Lord? What if I let people down?" The man looked at Azriel, his eyes filled with affection towards him, they sat in front of a window, looking at the stars and the moon that illuminated everything outside, Loralen was still holding Azriel's hands and for the first time in years, he didn't feel uncomfortable with it.

"It's not easy, I'm afraid to do things wrong all the time, I felt so guilty when we almost lost the battle all those years ago, I am afraid of not being enough, it's a scary job, but only you can do it, and having people you trust by your side makes things easier, I don't know anything about your relationship with the night court members, but I can feel that they will be by your side no matter what, you just have to be courageous enough to ask for help, asking for help it's not a sign of weakness, it only means you want to be better." Azriel smiled, the words bringing some comfort to his wild thoughts, he could do it.

"Thank you, this really means a lot to me, knowing that you trust me enough to give me with your crown." The man smiled too.

"This doesn't belong to anyone else, you're the only one strong enough to carry the weight of being High Lord." Azriel kept quiet, contemplating his words, his shadows laying peacefully around the two males. "Your shadows, they are a part of our dynasty, only the Malthalions have shadows they can manipulate and talk to, you're the last one that I see having them." Azriel smiled proudly at them.

"Wow, I had no idea this was a family thing, I thought they just liked me." They laughed and talked a little while before Azriel escorted him to his chambers and went to meet his family.

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"If Evanore can make us travel that fast, why do you still need to do some research?" Cassian asked, his cheeks red from the wine, they were sitting in a circle, talking about the future.

"It's not that simple, I have to be present to be able to transport you, what we want is to make that travel possible without a witch around to do the work." Eva explained, her hand brushing the white strand away from her face.

"That would be good, I don't think I can winnow this far." Rhys laughed, being joined by the others, Azriel opened the doors, Feyre was leaning on Rhyand's shoulder in a double seat couch, Cassian was comfortable in an armchair, Y/N and Evanore sat together on a couch similar to the one Rhys and Fey were, Y/N was resting her feet on Eva's lap, all of their eyes landing on Azriel when it happened.

The manor trembled, and everyone could feel the change in the atmosphere, Azriel reeked of magic, his shadows resting around him, lethal and ready to strike, a golden crown appearing in his head, that could only mean something, Loralen was dead, Azriel was officially the High Lord.

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Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @fieldofdaisiies @devilsfoodcake22

[thoughtartistry]

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ✨️ 🌙

[skyshinee]

Star with the brightest shine...

Sometimes, I feel like a lonely star

With the brightest shine: in the dark

The shine which inflicts the hate in their hearts

Who had thought, the shine with sparkle

Will make others go blind

And make me the one; the brightest alone

Note:

The ones who can relate will know the true meaning behind the star being lonely but still the brightest. Remember to shine, people will go blind either way... never stop shining✨

[starlitangels]

"Child... of Land... you... are needed..."

Yes that's an Imperium quote but it's what I thought worked best for this piece

A little visual representation of how I think it'll look when Starlight merges with the Meridian

I did not freehand the Sovereign hands. Those are traces from vector images. However Starlight's and Avior's entire bodies were all 100% me!

Shoutout to @zozo-01 for basically yelling encouragement at me when I was feeling burned out on this one

Also, I wasn't going to put Avior's horns on because I never draw Avior with horns because I figure his are never visible because Starlight mistook him for a Dreamwalker which means he's probably visually human for the most part but I thought exposure to the Meridian would let them be out

[divinemare]

Every and each of my oc’s, honestly: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

[msannabiz]

Playing with my new Nikon z7ii Camera in the backyard.

& also caught a little plane passing thru the Big Dipper.

[cumuluslife]

Finding Light in Darkness

[gothyanki]

Some of the placeholders in this fic of mine are really... really?

[robbybirdy]

Road to Fame: Chapter 66-Stagehand

[unrealityliminal]

[hug-your-face]

Yes! In childhood some *mumble* years ago, even suburban areas had darker skies than today.

Good news! The International Dark Sky Places (IDSP) is an organization dedicated to preservation and certification of dark sky locations and education/advocacy against light pollution.

They have a Dark Sky Site finder! Find a dark sky spot near you and OH MY GOD everyone -- you OWE it to yourself to see the Milky Way in all her glory!

I think one big reason why we don't consider the stars as important as before (not even pop-astrology anymore cares about the stars or the sky on itself, just the signs deprived of context) is because of light pollution.

For most of human history the sky looked between 1-3, 4 at most. And then all of a sudden with electrification it was gone (I'm lucky if I get 6 in my small city). The first time I saw the Milky Way fully as a kid was a spiritual experience, I was almost scared on how BRIGHT it was, it felt like someone was looking back at me. You don't get that at all with modern light pollution.

When most people talk about stargazing nowadays they think about watching about a couple of bright dots. The stars are really, really not like that. The unpolluted night sky is a festival of fireworks. There is nothing like it.

[the-colours-of-darkness]

“The Colours of Darkness” is a paranormal novel about a shadow-wielder who can see vibrant colours in the dark—and is depicted as a monster whenever she shares a part of herself. There is only one person in her life who ever saw beauty in her monstrosity and that is Lycius Mavros, a cursed and isolated werewolf struggling with the weight of his own generational trauma.

Rhea Drakos is a monster, but Lycius is a beast.

Together they could make a perfect modern myth of self-acceptance and love in the dark — or watch each other tear themselves apart.