#BECAUSE THAT'S FUN

[praetorqueenreyna]

Some Tamlin/Rhysand fluff for Rhysand Week Day 4: Court of Dreams.

@officialrhysandweek

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“Hurry up!” Rhysand called over his shoulder. 

“It’s a lot harder when you aren’t cheating,” Tamlin panted. He moved forward doggedly, each step sending his foot crashing through the powdery snow until it hit the rock a foot down. His boots and the bottoms of his pants were soaking wet.

“It’s not cheating. I’m just using my natural advantages,” Rhysand replied loftily. With each step, he flapped his wings, giving him just enough lift that his feet didn’t break through the thin crust on the top of the snow. His light, almost non-existent footprints were a sharp contrast to the trough that Tamlin was creating. “Do you need a break?”

“No,” Tamlin answered, clearly annoyed by Rhysand’s mocking tone. “You said we’re almost there, right?”

“Almost.”

They were hiking up the tallest mountain in the Night Court. Up here, the air was thin and frigid. It burned the lungs and set fire to the skin. Few dared to venture up this far. The mountainside was a barren white field except for small patches of crystal snowflowers. The flowers grew on the surface of the snow, their roots stretching to the bare rock and extracting minerals from it. They were sharp and transparent, and appeared to be completely inorganic. However, once picked, they wilted away into nothing in seconds. 

Finally, Rhysand reached the peak. A few minutes later, Tamlin reached it as well. He flopped down in the snow next to Rhysand, creating a fae-shaped crater that faintly steamed. Rhysand grinned. “Are you okay?” he teased as he sat down.

“No, I hate you,” Tamlin grumbled, eliciting a laugh from Rhysand. It constantly amazed him, how charming Tamlin was when he wasn’t trying. 

Once recovered, Tamlin sat upright and took in his surroundings. Rhysand watched him, a fond smile breaking through his sardonic exterior, as Tamlin’s eyes widened and he gasped in awe. From here, one could see the harsh mountains and dark forests that made up the land of perpetual night. Here and there, glittering lights from cities and villages announced themselves, betraying that the gloomy land was active and bustling. In front of them, the ocean lapped at the distant shoreline of the Night Court. Behind them was the distant glow of Day.

“It’s beautiful,” Tamlin breathed. 

“Yes, it is.” Rhysand was not looking at the view.

Tamlin shivered; now that he was no longer straining himself, the cold was leeching into him. Rhysand splayed out an arm and a wing, inviting Tamlin to huddle against his side. The Spring prince obliged, tucking himself against Rhysand and sighing in relief when the warm bat wing closed around him. Even here, as far from his home as possible, Tamlin smelled like sunshine and roses. 

“I wish I could stay here forever,” Tamlin mumbled. His cold nose was pressed to Rhysand’s throat, his words a soft puff of warm air on his collarbone. 

I wish you could too, Rhysand thought, but it was impossible. Tamlin was too brash, too honest, too impulsive to survive here. The Night Court would eat him alive. 

“Nobody wants to stay here,” he said instead. “You belong in Spring.” 

Tamlin fell silent. A thought probed at the edge of Rhysand’s mind. He usually didn’t bother trying to read Tamlin’s mind; it felt like an invasion of privacy, especially since Tamlin’s mental shields were so poor. Curious, Rhysand let the thought through. He smiled and pressed his lips against the top of Tamlin’s head. 

“I belong with you.”

[mountainashfae]

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Thanks Dolly!! I'm going to grab a lesser talked about OC!

Alec Faustus, one specific friend's favorite and a guy who was fridged in someone else's backstory only to Come Back Wrong. I used him to indulge my desire in making a Possessed Oracle and putting him in the Main Writing Setting meant getting to explain the whole "sharing a body with an archdevil" bit.

Which is why I even have the Devils as they exist in Cerdinen! I didn't want to take a page out of DnD or Pathfinder's book, so corrupted deities who exist with an altered influence on reality it is! Mephisto may get renamed in the future, but he and Alec are tied at the hip forever <3

I have had questions about why I'm pulling the "Alec is possessed by Mephisto" deal with the vague Faustus inspiration and Yes. I Am Aware this isn't how the book goes. The inspiration is face value. Alec was inspired by a character who was only vaguely inspired by Faust it's FINE.

[ OC Ramble ]

[heartofspells]

Embers Like Teeth

They call him to the forest, ghostly images of thick, skeletal tree trunks flashing behind his eyelids before they open in the dark and the quiet. They're never the same, those dreams – nightmares – that haunt him now, new things but not new, always present in some way yet curved and raised around the edges where they hadn't been before, shimmering like objects displaced from time and space, shining outside of reality.

He's always had them, those dreams, for as long as he can remember, half-formed visions he can only partially remember upon waking, but the parts that remain are vivid, colorless for all their colors, washed grey like areas bathed in moonlight, bleached away from existence into negative space. Old worlds come to him in sleep, times long lost, times that are fantastical for all their darkness and oppression, worlds too bathed in riches and blood alike to truly place belief in.

And there is blood, so much of it, flooding the ground, drowning the grass, decaying the earth until nothing will ever grow again. It comes to his mind nectar-thick and gleaming like black jasper, flowing so smoothly that it cascades over barren land, leaving thirst behind, lips smacking when he wakes, begging for the sweetness he knows must exist inside it.

His mother – odd, the neighbors say as they watch her with her herbs and her fluttery nature, too spiritual, connected to the earth in ways they don't understand – tells him the dreams mean destiny, predetermined pathways set into motion long before their days had ever been anticipated by mere mortals like themselves. Gods but not gods, she says. The energy of the world, of life itself, interwoven into them all, but to him more. Stars aligning at the perfect time, blinking out, reforming, bursting into being in the wrong way yet so right, all for him and what each footstep of his journey holds.

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[puppppppppy]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[halebop-s-art]

The diagram for the classic Origami Goat, with a twist to make its horns curve ! It's from this video by by Origami Word, but it seems to be a pretty old/intemporal design that a lot of people have made. I could not find a diagram online so I made one.

(If you make her in yellow/orangy-yellow, then decorate her with red ribbons, you can make your own origami gävlebocken ! )

[crookedtines]

I finally took the time to photograph my vintage dip pen nib collection, and I need to share with you all how wonderful and diverse their designs are.

These two are my favorite. Just look at them! One of them is named Gorille and the other Mephisto, but to me they're little pumpkins.

And of course you gotta love the Pinocchio nib. You get to write with the nose of a tiny guy! Just not something you get to do anymore.

[forgetbeam]

why do i keep seeing whole videos on advice for artfight from “veterans” or whatever. here’s all the advice you need:

you don’t need to draw every day

you don’t need to fully render every drawing, sketches still count and the person receiving it will still love it

you don’t need a fully polished ref sheet for every single character, having a basic one or even just a colour palette along with whatever other art you’ve done works fine in most cases

you don’t need to draw a fully rendered piece every single day do not burn yourself out or injure yourself for funny little internet points good lord

boom done there’s your 15 minute video

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[paintedcrows]

When asked why they still haven't kicked the bucket after decades: Ford insists he beat Death at chess. Stanley insists he kicked Death's ass in a Denny's parking lot

[doctorsiren]

Gravity Falls AU where everything is exactly the same except Bill’s parents are alive and well, and they’re just so proud of their chaotic dream demon son

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[officialspec]

what are we, some kind of league of legends?

[butchjesus]

alright friends. you have to rename yourself using the NATO phonetic alphabet. which one are you choosing?

[mewpet]

You're blue now! That's my attack!