#Ethereal Fox Design

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Forge of Starlight - Part 4

paring; Azriel x reader

summary; In the heart of Velaris, a skilled blacksmith's quiet life is turned upside down when unexpected bonds begin to form with the enigmatic Spymaster of the Night Court. As she navigates the challenges of her craft and the complexities of newfound relationships, she discovers that love and loyalty may be the strongest forces of all in a world where darkness often lingers just beyond the light.

word count ; 5k

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notes; heyy, I hope that all of you are doing fine ! Here is part 4, pretty calm chapter but I think that you will like it ;))) To be honest I'm already done writing the story, I might change some details because I'm still not really happy about some parts but the overall storyline is finished. Otherwise don't hesitate to comment or ask to be on the tag list ;)) I'm always super happy to see your feedbacks and comments on the story. See you soon, bisous bisoussss

here is the link for part 3 or part 5

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Wrapped in the warmth of a thick, fur-lined cape, you made your way through the vast and unforgiving landscape that led to the Winter Court. The journey had been long, the cold biting at your skin despite the layers of wool and leather beneath your armor. Your boots crunched through the snow with every step, the sound a constant reminder of the icy terrain you traversed. The fur trim of your cape brushed against your face, shielding you from the harsh winds that howled through the mountains.

Your outfit was designed for both warmth and practicality—leather pants tucked into sturdy boots, a long-sleeved woolen tunic layered under a thick, high-collared vest, and over it all, the heavy cape that provided not just warmth, but protection from the elements. The fur-lined hood of the cape was pulled low over your brow, keeping the icy wind from nipping at your face. Gloves made of soft, supple leather protected your hands, though your fingers itched for the familiar feel of your weapons.

The landscape around you was breathtakingly beautiful, despite its harshness. The snow-covered mountains rose like jagged teeth against the clear, cold sky, their peaks piercing the heavens. The ground beneath your feet was a blanket of pristine white, unmarked by any sign of life save for the occasional tracks of a snow hare or a fox. The air was crisp and clean, filling your lungs with a chill that was both invigorating and biting.

As you neared the Winter Court, the terrain began to change subtly. The trees, tall and ancient, were dusted with snow, their branches heavy with the weight of winter. The air grew colder, the wind sharper, as you approached the heart of Kallias’s domain. The palace, when it came into view, was a marvel of ice and stone, a structure that seemed to rise organically from the frozen earth itself. Its spires glistened in the weak sunlight, the walls shimmering as if carved from a single massive block of ice. It was both awe-inspiring and foreboding, a testament to the power of the High Lord who ruled within.

As you entered the grand hall, the cold air seemed to intensify, but you were prepared for it. Your breath misted before you as you walked, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the ice-encrusted walls. The interior of the palace was no less magnificent than its exterior—glittering chandeliers of ice hung from the ceiling, casting a cool, ethereal light across the room. The floors were a mosaic of frosted tiles, and the walls were adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the history and power of the Winter Court.

Kallias awaited you at the far end of the hall, his tall, imposing figure clad in robes of pure white, trimmed with silver. His eyes, as cold and sharp as the winter wind, met yours as you approached, and he offered a nod of acknowledgment.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice as icy as his surroundings. "I trust your journey was without incident?"

You inclined your head in respect. "It was, High Lord. The Winter Court is as beautiful as ever."

Kallias’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "It is. And I am eager to see the weapon you have forged for me."

With a practiced motion, you unclasped the leather strap that secured the long, narrow case at your side. Carefully, you lifted the lid, revealing the weapon within—a glaive, forged from the finest steel, its blade gleaming with an icy blue sheen that seemed to capture the essence of winter itself. The hilt was intricately designed, resembling the ancient, snow-laden trees of the Winter Court, with delicate, frost-like etchings that trailed along its length. At the base of the hilt, a crystal embedded in the pommel caught the light, glittering like freshly fallen snow.

Kallias’s eyes gleamed with appreciation as he took in the sight of the weapon. He stepped forward, his gloved hand reaching out to grasp the hilt. The glaive fit perfectly in his hand, its weight balanced, its craftsmanship flawless. He swung it once, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp, crisp sound that resonated through the hall.

"It’s exquisite," Kallias said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You’ve outdone yourself, Y/N."

You bowed your head slightly, a smile tugging at your lips. "I’m glad it meets your expectations, High Lord. It was an honor to craft something for the Winter Court."

Kallias’s gaze lingered on the weapon for a moment longer before he turned his icy eyes back to you. "It more than meets my expectations. It surpasses them. You have a gift, Y/N, and I’m fortunate to have been able to commission such a weapon from you."

There was a moment of silence as Kallias continued to study the glaive, the air between you filled with the mutual respect of two artisans—one of ice, one of steel. Finally, he nodded, his expression softening just slightly.

"You must be tired from your journey," Kallias said, his tone shifting to something more cordial. "Please, stay as my guest. You are welcome in the Winter Court as long as you wish."

You inclined your head again, appreciating the offer. "Thank you, High Lord. I may take you up on that, but I must return to the Night Court soon. There are other matters that require my attention."

Kallias nodded in understanding. "Of course. But for now, rest. My stewards will see to your needs."

With that, he handed the glaive back to you, and you secured it once more in its case. As you followed the steward who had been summoned to lead you to your quarters, you couldn’t help but marvel at the power and grace of the Winter Court—its beauty, its cold, unyielding strength. The journey had been long, but the successful delivery of such a finely crafted weapon made it all worthwhile.

As you were led to your quarters, you wondered what the days ahead would bring, knowing that whatever challenges lay before you, you were more than prepared to face them.

After a much-needed rest in the luxurious quarters provided by Kallias, you found yourself summoned to dinner with the High Lord and his wife, Viviane. The invitation was delivered with the same formality and grace that characterized the Winter Court, and you dressed accordingly, choosing an outfit that was both practical for the cold and respectful of the occasion. You opted for a tailored, high-collared tunic in deep blue, paired with fitted leather pants and sturdy boots designed for both warmth and movement. Over the tunic, you wore a vest of finely stitched leather, its dark hue matching the rich blue of your tunic, and lined with fur for added warmth. A thick, fur-lined cloak draped over your shoulders, adding the final touch of protection against the biting cold.

The dining hall itself was as magnificent as the rest of the palace, with walls of ice that seemed to glow in the soft candlelight. A grand table made of polished, dark wood stood at the center, set with fine crystal and silverware that sparkled under the light. Kallias and Viviane were already seated when you arrived, their regal presence filling the room with an aura of quiet power.

Viviane greeted you with a warm smile, her blue eyes sparkling with kindness. “Y/N, it’s a pleasure to have you join us. Please, sit. I hope the accommodations were to your liking?”

You returned her smile, inclining your head respectfully as you took the seat offered to you. “Thank you, Lady Viviane. The accommodations were perfect—your hospitality is most generous.”

Kallias nodded in agreement, his expression calm and composed. “We are glad to hear that. You’ve traveled far, and your work has been extraordinary. You deserve the best.”

As the first course was served—a delicate soup made with winter vegetables and fragrant herbs—you found yourself relaxing into the atmosphere. The warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth, combined with the rich scents of the food, created a sense of comfort that was almost surprising in the cold grandeur of the palace.

As the meal progressed, Kallias leaned back slightly, regarding you with an inquisitive gaze. “Tell me, Y/N,” he began, his voice casual but laced with curiosity, “are you finally settling down? It’s not often we hear of someone as skilled as you staying in one place for long.”

You smiled softly, nodding as you set down your spoon. “Yes, I’ve returned to my roots. I’ve settled back in the Night Court, where I grew up. It feels right to be back home, even after all the years of traveling.”

Kallias’s eyes sharpened with interest, though he remained composed. “The Night Court, you say? And how has that been? Is it… a unique place, from what I’ve heard.”

You nodded again, careful with your words. “It’s been a good experience, returning to the Night Court. It has its own charm, and I’ve found a certain peace there that I didn’t realize I was missing.”

Viviane, ever the gracious hostess, leaned forward slightly, her gaze warm. “It must be wonderful to return to your roots after so long. I can imagine it offers a sense of stability, something to hold onto.”

“It does,” you agreed. “After years of traveling and crafting for different courts, it’s good to have a place to call home again.”

Kallias seemed to consider this for a moment before his expression shifted slightly, a more contemplative look in his eyes. “Y/N, do you see yourself as a blacksmith for the rest of your life?”

The question caught you off guard, and you hesitated for a moment before responding. “I’ve dedicated most of my life to the craft. It’s something I’m deeply passionate about. But… I’ve also wondered if there’s more I could do, especially now that I’m settled in one place.”

Kallias nodded thoughtfully, as if weighing something in his mind. “With your skills and the relationships you’ve built across the courts, have you ever considered becoming an emissary? You already have a good rapport with most of the High Lords, and your experience is invaluable.”

You blinked in surprise, the idea not one you had expected to hear. “An emissary?” you repeated, trying to imagine the shift from blacksmith to diplomat. “It’s not something I’ve considered before… but I suppose it could be an interesting path.”

Kallias was about to continue when he seemed to catch himself, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Of course, that’s a matter for Rhysand to consider. While our relations with the Night Court are… decent, I’m not one to aid in growing another court’s power.”

There was a hint of amusement in his tone, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. “I understand, High Lord. And I appreciate the suggestion, though. It’s something I’ll have to think about.”

Viviane reached out, placing a gentle hand on Kallias’s arm. “Don’t mind him, Y/N. He’s always thinking three steps ahead, even during a simple dinner.”

Kallias chuckled softly, inclining his head. “Indeed, but it’s worth considering. Your talents shouldn’t be confined to one craft alone, no matter how extraordinary it may be.”

The conversation continued in a more relaxed manner as the evening wore on, the three of you discussing everything from the beauty of the Winter Court to tales of your travels. Despite the formality of the setting, there was an ease to the dinner that you hadn’t anticipated—a warmth that contrasted pleasantly with the cold elegance of the palace.

As the dinner came to an end, you felt a sense of satisfaction not just from the meal, but from the knowledge that you were appreciated here in the Winter Court. The suggestion of becoming an emissary lingered in your mind, a seed planted by Kallias that you knew would take root in the days to come.

For now, though, you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, grateful for the hospitality of the Winter Court and the new possibilities that lay ahead.

Later that evening, after the dinner with Kallias and Viviane, you found yourself back in the comfort of your room. The luxurious quarters were warm and inviting, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as you settled into a plush chair by the window. The view outside was breathtaking—a serene expanse of snow-covered mountains under a clear, starlit sky. The quiet beauty of the Winter Court seemed almost surreal after the intense conversations of the day.

As you stared out at the snow-draped landscape, your thoughts began to drift back to the events that had transpired before your journey here—specifically, the night with Cassian. The memory of his broken wings and the dark curse that had infested his body sent a shiver down your spine. You had dealt with injuries before, but nothing quite like that. The sight of Cassian in such a vulnerable state, combined with the pressure of having to save him, had shaken you more than you cared to admit.

You couldn’t help but wonder how Cassian was doing now. Madja was a skilled healer, but the curse had been something different—something darker and more insidious. You hoped that your efforts, combined with Madja’s expertise, would be enough to see him fully recovered.

But your thoughts didn’t linger on Cassian for long. Instead, they wandered to Azriel—his overprotective reaction when you mentioned your journey to the Winter Court. You had been taken aback by the intensity in his eyes, the way his voice had tightened with worry when he insisted that you couldn’t go alone. It was unlike him, or at least unlike the composed, stoic Azriel you had come to know.

A small blush crept up your cheeks as you recalled the way he had draped his jacket over your shoulders before flying you home. The warmth of the leather, combined with his proximity, had stirred something in you—a feeling you hadn’t allowed yourself to acknowledge until now. Azriel was undeniably attractive, with his dark, brooding looks and those piercing hazel eyes that seemed to see right through you. But more than that, he was one of the most skilled warriors in Prythian, a member of the Inner Circle, and someone who carried a weight of responsibility that few could comprehend.

You let out a small sigh, feeling a mixture of admiration and frustration. Azriel was everything you weren’t—an elite warrior, trusted confidant of the High Lord, and part of a circle that wielded immense power and influence. What were you, in comparison? A blacksmith, skilled in your craft, but still just someone who worked with metal and fire. You had traveled far and gained respect across the courts, but it was hard to shake the feeling that Azriel was somehow out of your league.

You couldn’t deny the attraction, though. Every time you thought of him—his calm presence, his quiet strength—it sent your heart fluttering in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. But you reminded yourself that someone like Azriel wouldn’t be interested in you, not in that way. He was dedicated to his duties, and you… you were just a blacksmith. 

Still, the memory of his protective concern lingered, the way his eyes had softened slightly when he insisted on flying you home. It was a gesture that spoke of something deeper, something that made your heart ache with longing.

You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts away. It was foolish to dwell on such things. Azriel was a friend, and that was enough. There was no sense in imagining something that could never be.

But even as you told yourself that, you couldn’t help the small, wistful smile that tugged at your lips. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to Azriel’s concern than simple duty. Perhaps there was a connection there, one that went beyond the roles you both played.

With a sigh, you stood and walked over to the window, staring out at the endless expanse of snow and stars. The Winter Court was beautiful, but your mind was already drifting back to Velaris, to the Night Court, and to the people who had become an unexpected but welcome part of your life.

And as you stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held—for you and perhaps most of all, for Azriel.

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Back in Velaris, the shop was quieter than usual. Without the rhythmic clang of metal on metal or the hum of the forge, the space felt almost too still, the usual lively energy dampened by your absence. But that didn’t stop Alex from doing his best to keep things running smoothly. He was darting between customers, expertly answering questions and showcasing various weapons with the kind of enthusiasm that belied his young age. Stellan, your faithful direwolf, was sprawled out near the counter, watching the activity with an expression that could only be described as long-suffering patience.

A particularly persistent client had been lingering in the shop for the better part of an hour, his eyes darting around as if expecting to spot you at any moment. He was a tall, lanky man with a nervous energy, and he had been pestering Alex incessantly.

“Are you sure she’s not here?” the man asked for what felt like the hundredth time, his tone edging on desperation. “I need to speak with Y/N directly.”

Alex, who had been maintaining his polite demeanor with admirable restraint, forced a smile that was beginning to strain at the edges. “As I’ve already mentioned, sir, Y/N is currently away on business. She won’t be back until next week.”

The man’s eyes narrowed as if Alex were trying to trick him. “But I really need to speak with her. Can’t you just call her? Or maybe she’s in the back?”

Alex’s forced smile twitched, and he muttered under his breath, “On the name of the goddamn Mother, I’m going to hit him.” He forced his voice back to a more polite tone as he said, “I’ve already checked, sir. She’s definitely not in the back. And no, I can’t call her—she’s in the Winter Court. They don’t exactly have a postal service for emergencies.”

The client frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. “But this is important! Can’t you at least take a message?”

“Sir,” Alex said, his voice straining to maintain its politeness, “I’ve taken five messages from you already. I promise I’ll give them all to Y/N when she returns. But for now, there’s really nothing more I can do.”

The man didn’t seem convinced and opened his mouth to argue again, but Alex had reached his limit. He could feel his frustration bubbling up, and he was just about ready to scream when the shop door swung open with a loud creak.

In walked Cassian and Azriel, both of them cutting imposing figures as they strode into the shop. Cassian’s broad shoulders filled the doorway, and Azriel’s intense gaze swept over the scene, quickly taking in the situation.

The persistent client froze, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the two warriors. Cassian’s expression was one of barely concealed amusement, while Azriel’s was much cooler, a silent but clear warning to the man that he was pushing his luck.

“Is there a problem here?” Azriel asked, his voice light but with an edge that sent a shiver down the man’s spine.

The client swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Azriel’s presence. “N-No, no problem at all,” he stammered, his previous determination evaporating. “I was just… uh… I’ll come back later.”

With that, the man all but bolted for the door, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to leave the shop. The door slammed shut behind him, and the shop was suddenly filled with silence, save for the faint crackling of the forge in the background.

Alex let out a long, relieved sigh and leaned against the counter, wiping a hand across his brow. “Thank the Mother for that,” he muttered.

Cassian chuckled, walking over to ruffle Alex’s hair. “You handled that well, kid. He was lucky he didn’t push you any further—looked like you were about to go feral.”

Alex grinned up at him, his earlier frustration melting away. “I was close, really close. But thanks for the help! Can I interest either of you in a fine sword? Or perhaps a dagger? We’ve got some new arrivals that are really top-notch.”

Azriel, who had been leaning casually against the counter, let out a soft chuckle. “Not today, Alex. We’re not here to shop.”

Cassian, still grinning, shook his head. “Yeah, as tempting as it is, we’re actually here to see if Y/N’s back yet. We wanted to check in and see how things are going.”

Alex’s face brightened at the mention of your name. “Oh! No, she’s not back yet. She should be here by tomorrow, though. I haven’t heard anything from her, but she always keeps her word.”

Cassian nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good to hear. We’ve been worried about her, especially after everything that happened before she left.”

Azriel’s eyes darkened slightly at the mention of recent events, but he remained quiet, his gaze drifting around the shop as if lost in thought.

Alex, ever the perceptive one, caught the shift in Azriel’s demeanor and quickly changed the subject. “But hey, if you want, I can show you some of the stuff she’s been working on! I know she’s got some special orders that are almost ready. You might even find something you like.”

Cassian laughed, clearly charmed by the boy’s enthusiasm. “Maybe another time, Alex. We’ll just wait for her to get back. But thanks for the offer.”

Alex nodded, a little disappointed that he couldn’t make a sale but still pleased that the two warriors had stopped by. “No problem! I’ll let her know you were here as soon as she gets back.”

“Thanks, Alex,” Cassian said, giving the boy another affectionate ruffle of his hair before turning to leave. Azriel followed, but not before giving Alex a small, almost imperceptible nod of appreciation.

As they walked out the door, Alex watched them go, a satisfied grin on his face. Stellan, who had been observing the entire exchange with his usual calm, gave a soft huff as if to say, “Finally, some peace and quiet.”

Alex glanced down at the wolf, chuckling softly. “Yeah, I know, boy. It’s never boring around here, is it?”

Stellan’s only response was to close his eyes and settle back down, clearly content now that the shop had returned to its usual, slightly chaotic but always interesting, routine.

As Cassian and Azriel stepped out of your shop and into the bustling streets of Velaris, the evening air was cool and refreshing, carrying with it the scents of the city—freshly baked bread, the distant aroma of spiced meats, and the crisp tang of the Sidra River. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the cobblestone streets and the elegantly curved buildings.

Cassian glanced over at Azriel, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You know, you didn’t have to scare the poor guy so much back there. He practically ran out of the shop.”

Azriel shrugged, his expression unreadable as usual, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “He was being persistent. Alexander was close to losing his patience.”

Cassian laughed, the sound rich and full of life. “True, true. That kid’s got more fire in him than most people twice his age. But I have to admit, it was fun watching you in action. You’ve always had a knack for that brooding intimidation.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, though the corners of his lips twitched slightly. “It wasn’t intentional. I just wanted to make sure the shop was running smoothly while Y/N is away.”

Cassian’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Speaking of Y/N… you’ve been pretty protective of her lately, haven’t you?”

Azriel’s step faltered for just a moment, but he quickly recovered, keeping his gaze focused ahead. “She’s been through a lot. We all have. I’m just making sure she’s safe.”

Cassian chuckled, clearly enjoying this line of questioning. “Come on, Az. We’ve all noticed how you’ve been watching out for her. And don’t think Rhys didn’t told me the way you reacted when she mentioned going to the Winter Court alone.”

Azriel’s expression remained impassive, though his eyes darkened slightly. “It’s my job to protect the people in this court, Cassian. You know that.”

“Sure, sure,” Cassian replied, waving a hand dismissively. “But this feels a little more personal, don’t you think? You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

Azriel remained silent, his gaze focused straight ahead as they continued walking. The streets of Velaris were alive with activity—couples strolling hand in hand, children playing, vendors calling out their wares—but the conversation between the two warriors seemed to create a bubble of quiet tension around them. Cassian, always one to lighten the mood, decided to press a little further.

“You know, Az,” Cassian started, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, “it’s not like that little kiss she gave me means you’re out of the running.”

Azriel shot him a sharp look, his eyes narrowing. “That wasn’t a kiss, Cassian. She was removing a curse. You know that.”

Cassian laughed, the sound rich and full of amusement. “Hey, I’m just saying—if you’re worried about competition, don’t be. That ‘kiss’ doesn’t mean you’ve lost your chance.”

Azriel shook his head, resuming his walk. "It's not about that. Y/N deserves someone... better.” 

Cassian rolled his eyes dramatically, catching up to Azriel with a few quick strides. "Oh, here we go. The 'I'm not good enough' spiel. Az, you’re one of the most honorable males I know. You're brave, loyal, and let's not forget, you have that brooding mysterious thing going on that females seem to love."

Azriel shot him a skeptical look. "Being 'brooding and mysterious' isn't exactly a selling point."

"Maybe not for you," Cassian quipped, "but trust me, it's working. Besides, Y/N isn't the type to be swayed by titles or power. She values character, integrity, and someone who sees her for who she truly is."

Azriel sighed, his gaze distant. "Even so, with everything in my past, the things I've done... I don't want to burden her with that."

Cassian placed a firm hand on Azriel's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "Listen to me. We all have our demons, our shadows. Y/N included. But that doesn't mean we don't deserve happiness. You can't keep punishing yourself forever.”

"She is… different. She’s strong, independent. She’s been through so much, yet she doesn’t let it define her. I admire that.”

Cassian nodded, his expression softening slightly. “She is all of those things. And she’s got a good heart. But, Az, you know it’s okay to feel something more. You don’t have to keep everything locked away.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, it seemed as if he might brush off the conversation entirely. But then he sighed, a sound that was barely audible but heavy with unspoken thoughts. “It’s not that simple, Cass. She’s… well, she’s remarkable. But she’s also tied to things I don’t fully understand. And after everything… I’m not sure it’s right to complicate things further.”

Cassian looked at him, his expression serious for once. “You’re overthinking it, as usual. Sometimes, it’s okay to just… let things happen. If there’s something there, you’ll figure it out. And if there’s not, well, at least you won’t have any regrets.”

Azriel didn’t respond immediately, but Cassian could see the conflict in his eyes. Finally, Azriel murmured, “I don’t want to be a distraction for her. She’s got enough to deal with, especially after what happened.”

Cassian grinned, though there was a note of understanding in his voice. “You’re not a distraction, Az. If anything, you’re probably one of the few people who can help her with whatever she’s dealing with. And, just so you know, she’s not out of your league, no matter what you think.”

Azriel remained silent, the internal battle evident in his eyes. The bustling sounds of Velaris seemed to fade as the two friends stood in the midst of the crowd, locked in a moment of understanding.

After a beat, Cassian grinned, attempting to lighten the mood. "And besides, if you don't make a move, I might just have to swoop in. You know, for the sake of not letting such a wonderful female go unappreciated."

Azriel snorted, a rare genuine laugh escaping his lips. "I'd like to see you try."

Cassian winked, clapping Azriel on the back. "That's the spirit! Now, how about we head to Rita's and grab a drink? Maybe by the time Y/N returns, you'll have mustered up the courage to tell her how you feel."

Azriel smirked, his shadows swirling playfully around him. "Only if you're buying."

"Deal," Cassian replied, leading the way with a swagger in his step. "But remember, the next round's on you, especially if it gives you the liquid courage you clearly need."

As they made their way towards the river, laughter and camaraderie enveloped them. Yet, beneath the teasing and banter, the seeds of self-reflection had been sown in Azriel's heart, leaving him to ponder the possibilities that awaited with your impending return. 

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Inari Elegance Makeup Style

1. Fox Eye Illusion

• Technique:

• The eyes are the focal point of this makeup style, designed to create an elongated, almond shape reminiscent of a fox’s gaze.

• Use a thin, fine brush to apply a deep, earthy brown or auburn eyeshadow, sweeping it upwards from the outer corners of the eyes to extend and lift the eye shape.

• A sharp, cat-eye eyeliner is applied, with the wing extending slightly longer than usual to enhance the fox-like effect.

• The lower lash line is subtly smoked out with a lighter shade of brown, connecting with the upper wing to create a seamless, elongated effect.

• Inner corners can be highlighted with a soft, shimmering gold or peach shade to give a hint of mystical glow, reflecting the kitsune’s connection to the supernatural.

2. Luminescent Skin

• Technique:

• Kitsune are often depicted as ethereal beings, so the skin should have a soft, glowing finish.

• Start with a lightweight, luminous foundation, blending it well to ensure an even and natural base.

• Apply a light dusting of finely milled translucent powder, focusing on the T-zone to keep the glow controlled while maintaining the natural luminosity.

• Use a highlighter with a golden or pearlescent sheen on the high points of the face: the tops of the cheekbones, the bridge of the nose, and the brow bone. The highlighter should be blended seamlessly for a subtle glow rather than an intense shine.

3. Kitsune Blush

• Technique:

• The blush should be applied in a way that enhances the face’s natural contours, giving a youthful and slightly mischievous appearance.

• A soft peach or coral blush is ideal, applied in a sweeping motion from the apples of the cheeks towards the temples, creating a lifted effect.

• For a more traditional touch, a tiny amount of red blush can be added to the very center of the cheeks and the tip of the nose, mimicking the natural flush seen in some traditional Japanese art.

4. Gradient Lips

• Technique:

• Inspired by traditional Japanese lip styles, the lips in this makeup look should be soft and slightly blurred, with the color concentrated in the center.

• Start by applying a matte or satin lipstick in a deep red or berry shade to the inner part of the lips.

• Using a small brush or finger, blend the color outwards, softening the edges for a gradient effect.

• For a modern twist, add a touch of clear or slightly tinted gloss to the center of the lips, giving a hydrated and plump appearance.

5. Subtle Fox Markings

• Technique:

• To add a mystical touch, subtle fox-like markings can be incorporated into the makeup.

• Using a fine-tipped brush and a light hand, apply a barely-there mark along the temples or just above the eyebrows, resembling the faint markings often seen on kitsune in traditional art.

• These markings should be soft and blended, using shades of light brown, gold, or red, depending on the kitsune’s personal style.

Additional Touches:

• Brows:

• Brows should be softly arched and slightly elongated towards the temples, mimicking the natural curve of a fox’s brow line.

• Use a brow pencil or powder in a shade that complements the hair color, with a slightly warmer undertone to reflect the kitsune’s connection to nature.

• Ears and Tail Integration:

• If the kitsune is in a more traditional form, incorporating makeup that blends seamlessly with their fur (e.g., highlighting the base of the ears or the top of the forehead where the fur meets the skin) would be ideal.

[x-heesy]

stephanie inagaki 🇯🇵

For ages, humans have used myths and folklore to express human stories and create space for the unknown through fantastical and surreal lenses. My body of work is inspired by the fairytales and folklore of my Japanese heritage. Additionally, with the use of anthropomorphic creatures like foxes, crows, snakes, and black cats, the personal narrative is a means to connect with the world at large. Through the use of these ethereal protagonists, I explore the cyclical nature of life and death, the masks we wear for ourselves and others, and the ways love and loss inspire our own transformations.

metal torcher | wrangler of fabrics | charcoal pusher based in Los Angeles, CA

~Old World Amalgamation Architect of Miyu Decay~

#contemporaryart #art #artist #painting #artwork #abstractart #modernart #artgallery #arte #fineart #artoftheday #artcollector #instaart #artistsoninstagram #drawing #contemporarypainting #abstract #contemporaryartist #gallery #photography #sculpture #kunst #abstractpainting #design #interiordesign #oilpainting #illustration #acrylicpainting #digitalart #artlovers #surreal #surrealart #surrealism #surrealismartcommunity #popsurrealism #popsurrealist #popsurreal #surrealist #surrealista #surrealistic #lowbrowart #weirdart #lowbrowartist #surrealisme #surreal_art #surrealismo #surrealpainting #newcontemporary #lowbrowpopsurrealists

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Sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Mᴏᴏɴ ʙʏ Lᴀʀᴋ 🌙 🎧

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

My Thoughts on Touchstarved

So, I've finished the demo! Let me start off by saying that I love the story! The concept is awesome, I adore that you can choose your own background, I love how immersive the setting is, everything is just... amazing. I can't wait for the full game to come out! Especially with all the special treats we're getting from the Kickstarter goals, it's going to be fantastic! And now, my friends, I shall share with you my thoughts & Headcannons for each of our lovely love interests, in order of appearance. If you'd like to see more, my requests are open!! I haven't gotten any for Touchstarved yet but I'm itching to write for them, I just... need some inspiration, so the more the merrier!

Kuras

First of all: pretty. I love his design, it's wonderful. He looks so ethereal! And very doctor-y, which was the point.

Can we talk about the hair, though???? How cool is that?? I love it. It looks very soft and fluffy. And so long... Could you imagine sleeping next to him? You wake up and you're drowning in floof.

He's very kind and gentle, but is obviously holding back. He distances himself from people, and like everybody else on this list, he needs to find someone he can really trust to open up and be himself with.

And he stays so busy, like... when does he ever take the time to relax? I know the city needs him and his clinic, but he deserves some time off, too.

To be honest Kuras gives me kinda like.... asexual vibes? Maybe demisexual? Idk, maybe I'm reading too much into him being reserved, but. I just feel like he either wouldn't be interested or he'd want to fall in love with someone before taking them to bed.

Leander

I love him, he's incredible. So talented, so kind!! I love the respect the Bloodhounds have for him, and how willing he is to go out of his way to help a stranger.

Also he blushes very easily and I love it, he's absolutely adorable

I am very very curious how he got so much skill with magic, because that doesn't seem to be normal. I bet it has something to do with his secret.

He very clearly has some serious trauma in his past, too. I wonder how he got that scar, if it has anything to do with his magic, if it is indeed the same scar running from his face to his arm....

Seems like he drowns his trauma in alcohol, his gang, and keeping himself very busy. Poor thing clearly doesn't get as much sleep as he should.

I think he just wants to be loved, but he's afraid to let himself be too vulnerable.

Vere

Foxboy Foxboy Foxboy Foxboy Fox-

Can I just say that I'm a little bit in love with his design. I mean I am with all of them but. Especially Vere. I love foxes and it's just. *Chef's kiss*

He's a cocky lil son of a biscuit tho. That tongue of his is quite sharp... as are his teeth~

I feel like he'd flirt with a Soulless to get what he wanted. In actuality he'd just murder it, but... you get my point. You're never sure if he's gonna seduce you or slit your neck.

Literally if Sage and Rime from Last Legacy had a child.

He's absolutely not trustworthy but I wanna get to the bottom of things and form that trust with him.

Romancing him would be very interesting. He's always three seconds away from eating you, but the question is... will he eat your soul, or your [redacted]?

Ais

He reminds me far too much of my friend's OC, and for that, I am the sliiiightest bit obsessed with him. At least that gives me a headstart on his characterization.

Would sell you to Satan for one cornchip, but fortunately MC interests him enough to keep them around

And Princess???? Oh my god. My heart. I adore her, I adore him, yes please

And he calls the MC "Sparrow"!!! That's absolutely precious. I love how he has nicknames for people, it's wonderful

Ais seems like the person who will tell you he doesn't care what happens to you and you can go get yourself killed for all he cares, then move heaven and earth to save you once you're even slightly in danger.

Mhin

Baby needs a hug. Enough said.

l absolutely adore them. They have stolen my heart.

And yes, maybe I do have the slightest bit of a savior complex, shut up. I'm just addicted to the hurt/comfort angst of it all, okay?

Literally hates everyone and everyone hates them (Except for, y'know, Kuras) because they're such a grumpy little loner and dear god just let me love you, let me teach you what love is.

They definitely fit into the whole "stronger than they appear" archetype because they're specifically mentioned to be pretty scrawny, but they have an impressive amount of strength and holy hells they're good with that dagger. That's incredible skill

I just. I want to break down those walls and earn their trust and teach them they have someone they can rely on who won't betray them, no matter what happens or how dark things get.

I just want to cuddle them and reassure them that everything's gonna be alright, is that a crime?

[danika-redgrave124]

Umbra Witch Yuu Umbran Elegance Side Characters Plus Grimm

Grim

Fragrance: Firey Radiance

Assigned Weapon: Gemstone Blaze

Scent Profile: A bold and invigorating blend of spicy cinnamon, smoky ember and a hint of exotic citrus, capturing the essence of intense and firey energy.

Bottle Design: The Bottle resembles a sleek angular flame with embedded gemstones, glowing with a soft blue light that reflects the pistols' fiery power.

Overall Look: A dynamic and striking outfit inspired by the intense energy of flames. The ensemble features a form-fitting jumpsuit in deep blue and black. The design includes intricate gemstone patterns and flame motifs that enhance Yuu's fiery aura.

Accessories: Flame-shaped earrings, a choker with a gemstone pendant and stylish gloves with flame details.

Hairstyle: Yuu's hair is styled into sleek waves, resembling fiery waves.

Special Effects: As Yuu moves, trails of blue flames follow them. During attacks, the pistols create explosive bursts of blue fire and a firey aura envelops Yuu, emphasizing their enhanced fire-based attacks.

Fellow/Ferro Honset

Fragrance: Vixen's Trickery

Assigned Weapon: Deceptive Canes

Scent Profile: A captivating blend of spicy bergamot, smooth sandalwood, and a touch of elusive musk, evoking the cunning and charm of a sly fox.

Bottle Design: The bottle is shaped like an ornate fox mask, with elegant engravings and a polished finish. It exudes a subtle, enchanting glow that mirrors the canes' deceptive elegance.

Costume: Deceptive Elegance Ensemble

Overall Look: A sophisticated and cunning outfit inspired by the sleek, deceptive nature of Honest John. The ensemble features a tailored suit in deep forest green and rich burgundy, with fox motif embroidery and hidden pockets that enhance Yuu's agile movements. The suit is both elegant and functional, designed for stealth and precision.

Accessories: A stylish top hat with a fox feather, a waistcoat with hidden compartments, and gloves with retractable blades for added flair.

Hairstyle: Yuu's hair is styled into sleek, refined waves with a hint of burgundy highlights, complementing the deceptive charm of the canes.

Special Effects: As Bayonetta moves, subtle, ethereal fox illusions trail behind her. During attacks, the canes reveal hidden blades and create swirling, deceptive patterns that confuse enemies and enhance Bayonetta’s agility and attack power.

Gidel

Fragrance: Jester’s Frolic

Assigned Weapon: Clownish Mallets

Scent Profile: A lively blend of zesty citrus, playful caramel, and a hint of cotton candy, capturing the whimsical and entertaining essence of a circus.

Bottle Design: The bottle is shaped like a colorful jester’s hat, adorned with playful patterns and vibrant hues. It features a playful, whimsical design that mirrors the mallets' clownish charm.

Costume: Jester’s Gambit Ensemble

Overall Look: A playful and vibrant outfit inspired by Gideon’s whimsical and clumsy style. The ensemble features a brightly colored jumpsuit with oversized, exaggerated patterns and a mix of bold, circus-inspired colors. The design includes ruffled details and playful accessories that add to the jester-like appearance.

Accessories: A comically oversized bowtie, a jester’s hat with bells, and gauntlets with playful patterns.

Hairstyle: Yuu's hair is styled into voluminous, playful curls with multicolored streaks, adding a touch of whimsy to her look.

Special Effects: As Yuu moves, small bursts of confetti and playful sparkles follow them. During attacks, the mallets create comically exaggerated impacts and vibrant bursts of color, enhancing the chaotic and entertaining nature of their strikes.

Rollo Flamme

Fragrance: Inquisitor's Flame

Assigned Weapon: Judgement Scythe

Scent Profile: A dark and intense blend of smoky incense, burning wood, and a hint of charred spices, evoking the oppressive and fiery nature of Frollo's judgment.

Bottle Design: The bottle takes the shape of a Gothic cathedral spire, with intricate stained glass designs depicting flames and religious symbols. The deep crimson hue of the glass mimics the glow of embers, embodying the scythe’s fiery wrath.

Costume: Inquisitor's Wrath Ensemble

Overall Look: A fearsome and authoritative outfit inspired by Frollo's role as an inquisitor. The ensemble features a long, flowing robe with dark, somber colors such as deep burgundy and black, adorned with Gothic patterns and religious symbols. The design is both regal and ominous, representing the weight of divine judgment.

Accessories: A tall, conical hat reminiscent of a bishop’s miter, gloves with etched fire motifs, and a cross-shaped pendant that glows faintly with an inner fire.

Hairstyle: Yuu's hair is styled into a high, elaborate updo with dark streaks of red running through it, mirroring the flames of judgment.

Special Effects: As Yuu moves, a faint trail of embers and smoke follows them, and when she attacks, the scythe releases fiery slashes that create an aura of condemnation, causing enemies to tremble under the weight of her strikes.

[rabbitenn]

Kamisama kiss au with Kitsune!Tenn, I’ll leave this one up to you, my darling 🫶

AS LONG AS YOU REMAIN WHERE I CAN SEE YOU.

“Could I make a contract as your familiar? This one’s from my heart.”

ft. Kitsune Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: kamisama kiss au, fantasy au, kitsune Tenn, romance, fluff, some angst. I tried to be vague about the plot of Kamisama Kiss so that I don’t spoil it.

Thank you for this request, my love ! I hope you like it and I’m very sorry it’s taken so long… Thank you too for always sending ideas that are self indulgent to me hehe, enjoy <3

Aureate skies hang over the shrine, fleeting hues of ochre and rust transient in the form of fallen leaves.

The afternoon settles in a gentle breeze, the temperature descending with the last birdsong of the day.

The fox spirit pauses his movements.

The weather is nice today.

And this place, this home is bustling with life now; much more than it was a few months ago, at least.

His gaze, that doesn’t differ that much from the cotton candy clouds drifting peacefully above, sets skywards.

It now seems by design, that you ended up here, by his side.

Perhaps the stars peeking from behind the faraway mountains already had your fate written in their afterglow.

The kitsune lets out a sigh, moondust lashes brushing his cheeks as he closes his eyes momentarily.

He is aware the feelings he harbors for you are akin to wishing for the impossible.

You are a human, turned into the divinity of the earth.

He is only your familiar, and a youkai at that.

And yet…

“Tenn.”

The gentle call of his name puts a smile on his lips.

Not the devious one he offers his enemies when he protects you from their curses, but a soft and sincere one.

Tenn turns around, his white fluffy tails swaying with his movement, his clothes mirroring the momentum.

There you stand, bunched up in your coat as the wind ruffles your hair.

The smile you offer him is wide, unadulterated; so pure, making the sun that’s close to the start of a gilded sunset pale in comparison.

Tenn wishes he could wake up next to that sight every dawn; he wishes when his hand touches yours it weren’t just to steer you to safety as demons give chase.

He has an eternity before him, but he’d happily trade all of it for the memory of one yesterday with your hands in his hair and his lips on yours.

You step closer to him, with your hands behind your back.

A strong gust of wind blows by, a whirlwind of autumn and dusk that makes you flinch.

You sneeze.

So cute. The fox spirit thinks, with a soft chuckle.

Meeting you halfway, he removes his fur scarf, wrapping it around your shoulders instead.

“You’ll catch a cold like this, [Y/n].” He tells you, flicking your forehead.

A pout forms on your lips, hand rubbing at the spot he touched.

Your cheeks warm up, due to the comforting fabric of his muffler or his proximity, you are not certain.

“I’m wearing my coat, I’ll be fine.” You tell him, your brow furrowed in fake annoyance. “I actually was going to give you something, but since you insist that it’s cold…” You take a step backwards, a smirk playing on your lips.

Tenn’s eyes widen, a shadow of disappointment passing over his perfect features at the possibility of this precious moment being shattered.

He closes the distance between you, taking a lock of your hair in between his slender fingers, bringing it to his lips for a delicate kiss.

You stare at the beautiful kitsune, breathless, without any difficulty now in discerning the cause for your heated face.

The early evening sun casts him in an ethereal halo. Strands of star-threaded hair sway in the breeze, caressing his spotless skin in the way you’ve endlessly yearned to do. His lips are like peony petals on your hair.

And maybe you’d like them on your own more than it’s safe to admit.

Then, Tenn pulls away, one of his hands cradling your cheek.

His eyes lock with yours, pupils dilated, a beautiful eclipse of early twilight and the euphoria of rose wine in your veins.

“Are you sure it’s still cold?” He asks you, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, careful not to hurt you with his long nails.

You take in a breath.

Clearing your throat, you present him with the bag you had been concealing.

“For you.” You stammer, shoving the gift into his hands.

Tenn’s fluffy ears twitch at your action, as he curiously takes a look at the contents.

“You tried them before…” You begin, avoiding his gaze. “You said you liked these human snacks…”

From inside the bag, Tenn produces a rosy donut.

His eyes soften; you have no idea how sweet you are, do you?

His free hand finds one of yours, fingers intertwining as he guides you towards the house’s porch.

You two sit together.

“Let’s share, shall we?” He suggests, as his fluffy tails wrap around you, shielding you from the cold night air.

With a shy smile, you accept half of the soft pink donut.

Leaning against Tenn’s side, your free arm laces with his.

Periwinkle speckled with dots of starlight reigns over the heavens.

The moon shines in the middle of it, akin to a stage light focused on the couple starring in tonight’s idyll.

The fox spirit’s head rests gently on top of yours, the proximity to each other making you forget all about the mid autumn chill.

There will be other moments to think about how to tackle this forbidden romance.

Maybe the night will hear his prayers.

For now, though, having you so close like this is all the youkai wants.

Tenn’s soft ears flatten against his head as you play with his fluffy tails.

Your hearts dance together in the moonlight.

And right now, that’s more than enough.

[ethereal-themes]

FOX: ALL-IN-ONE RP UNIVERSE PAGE BY ETHEREAL THEMES

preview - get the code on payhip ($10) ; matching character page - jones ($10)

All-In-One RP Universe Page

Navigation: Home + Character page link with the popup icons for the plot, ask/submit, neighborhoods, locations and tags/navigation

This is a pop-up theme, see below for specifics on each section. 

Color options for: background, text, two main accents, content backgrounds, color overlays + more

Plot:

Large "Welcome" section, "Town History" section, "About" section, "Blog Stats" section, 150x150 Town Avatar

Ask/FAQ (all sections scrolling):

Large "FAQ" section, "Rules" section, large "Ask/Submit" box section

Neighborhoods Grid:

A wide 2 block wide image (440x185)

A long 2 block tall image (185x440)

A square, 1 block wide/tall image (185x185)

A color overlay square, 1 block wide/tall image (225x225)

*Uses masonry to auto-build the design so use the blocks you like best

Locations (info sections scrolling) - Filtering:

Filters navigation bar. By default these are arranged for location type (food/drink, health, rec, houses, etc) and by status (for rent, for sale, help wanted and under co)

Each location has a 185x185 square image with the info showing on hover. The info includes a location name and two lines of info text plus additional space for info.

Navigation/Tags Grid:

Style one is solid color block with links

Style two is a color overlay background image with links

Mix and match or use one style

Don’t use as base code, remove credit or claim as your own. Do edit any feature to make it your own.

Advanced HTML to edit colors and information as this is only available as an HTML page; box + table size changes not recommended. Let me know if you come across any issues.

[noatpad]

I've been rather busy with grad school projects lately (and it'll probably last a bit longer), but recently a friend surprised me with some gift art of my dnd lad and his own. Since the campaign has been put on hold (and also wanting to scribble another idea related to it), I had an itch to scratch.

This is a "what if" redesign of my boy, alongside some of my personal scribbles I've done of him over the past few months that I'm still fond of

So a bit of exposition!

I say "what if", 'cause Tint here is a special case where his design was intentionally left untouched, or well, intended to keep his outfit and general look the same as my art style matured. Reason why is that I wanted to keep it consistent with his ongoing campaign, and I found it fun to draw things as it developed. So any different takes of him I did (which there is at least one of, that being his Metronome look) was like an AU or was what actually part of the campaign, which you'll see with all the scribbles below.

Though the thing was that back then, I made Tint as more so a one-time, hypothetical character. At the time, I actually didn't think I'd ever get the chance to play dnd 'cause of constraints I had (how wrong I was). But hearing a couple of friends talk about how fun it was for them, I basically made him just to imagine that "what if" (just noticed that that first sketch was actually posted here, and yeah I even said it was a hypothetical on the canvas, hah).

Because of that though, I went for a rather basic design: purple tunic, round glasses, long scarf. Fun fact: foxfolk was picked mostly just because I was comfortable drawing it after scribbling Note and Clef so much (and magic seemed rather fitting for a fox given the ethereal side of folklore involving them). I still like him since I grew attached to playing him, don't get me wrong! But now that I know a good bit better on anatomy & character design, and Tint's story took shape, I figured it'd be fun to explore what he'd look like if I were to redesign him.

As a tangent, gosh it's so surprising to me how my ability to do anatomy and structure on a character has grown in just the past couple of years. Not to say I dislike it, but I conditioned myself to only be capable of drawing that style consistently. I think I only could've had this growth because of the friends and inspirations I slowly learned from.

And yeah! There's a lot more intent on his palette being themed around light or radiance (and I've been informed it looks reminiscent to the colors on Isaac from Golden Sun, which is a funny coincidence), and hopefully he looks more adventurous yet studious type of mage!

[miammey]

You've heard of fox! Jouno, but I one up that: kitsune! Jouno. He'd be so majestic and regal

He’s ethereal

Also I based this off of @ / beans-co-uk ‘s kitsune Jouno design, idk how accurate it is but I tried

[halfetirosie]

*Me explaining my paper-thin conspiracy theory*--not really, this is an affectionate rant

THEIR DESIGNS ARE TOO GOOD AND I BELIEVE THE DEVS ARE TARGETING ME PERSONALLY

HEY, DON'T LEAVE, I SWEAR I HAVE A POINT HERE

I have analyzed the new banners we've had this year [excluding Eiden-exclusive banners because he's the beloved protag and a special case] and I am honestly feeling so attacked right now.

So you know how fans can be cursed with have multiple favorite characters, and/or how certain design elements for those characters can make them go especially feral, right?

Well, a while ago when there was a post on the subreddit about favorite SSR designs for each character, I responded with my picks and reasoning:

(Note, this post was made after Frozen Echoes and during Journey to a NU World.)

(I am including this picture to serve as proof that I'm not straight-up lying about what elements I like.)

Now, considering the elements I mentioned, you'll notice that every banner we've had this year included at least 1 character designed with elements that fuck ME up SPECIFICALLY.

Frozen Echoes- Ed with his hair down

Fanciful Capriccio Pt. 1- Olivine with a very pretty/ethereal look

Fanciful Capriccio Pt. 2- Kuya with the LONG HAIR + fox traits, Rei in a top with hella side-cutouts

Oh, and what's that silhouette I'm now seeing for the upcoming event???

A silhouette of a #3 fav with his hair in a ponytail?

...

.......

FUCK

[nightmarefandom]

Day 6, animal au

I don't know what he's supposed to be ether that's why I put both fox and wolf

Maybe one day I'll make an au out of this and give him a proper design that make a since! But not today

[forjustice]

Fun fact about my Volo: He's actually a shapeshifter! His past life was a Hisuian Kitzoro named Yukinari, his name using the characters for "happiness, good fortune + to become, to accomplish, to succeed" (source), and he has reclaimed his past life identity. Kitzoro is a fakémon kitsune evolution I designed for Zoroark, with him having evolved from a Hisuian Zoroark. Considering he's the Trickster archetype I thought it would be particularly apt, because both kitsunes and mythological Trickster figures are known to be shapeshifters.

Kitsune in IRL Japanese mythology are known to shapeshift into human form to seduce humans. If you go on the Wikipedia page there are tales of kitsune seducing humans for mischief, or alternately men taking fox brides shapeshifted into human form who prove to actually be loyal wives (but some are shamed when they discover that their wives aren't actually human). Kitsune in the Pokémon world are fully as intelligent as humans--perhaps even smarter--and they would be no different. Volo's past life Yukinari was a mythological figure in his own right, for pulling these kinds of hijinks: He shapeshifted into human form to try and seduce a Lorekeeper of the Griseous Clan. But she caught on that the mysterious and ethereally handsome man trying to get in her pants was actually a Kitzoro--so she outfoxed the fox and made him catch actual feelings for her; Yukinari ended up converting to marry her! To this day, it's a recurring trope in the mythology surrounding Volo that any time he seduces someone for shits and giggles he ends up catching actual feelings for them. He keeps doing it and he never learns.

I could elaborate about his Pokémon form and all the forms he takes some more but I have only so much time in the day. Instead, I leave you with the mental image that Volo has only three modes when shapeshifted into a Pokémon. It's either

(click here to hear with audio)

or

(full playlist)

or

No in between. DSLKFJDSKLFJ

[x-heesy]

stephanie inagaki 🇯🇵

For ages, humans have used myths and folklore to express human stories and create space for the unknown through fantastical and surreal lenses. My body of work is inspired by the fairytales and folklore of my Japanese heritage. Additionally, with the use of anthropomorphic creatures like foxes, crows, snakes, and black cats, the personal narrative is a means to connect with the world at large. Through the use of these ethereal protagonists, I explore the cyclical nature of life and death, the masks we wear for ourselves and others, and the ways love and loss inspire our own transformations.

metal torcher | wrangler of fabrics | charcoal pusher based in Los Angeles, CA

~Old World Amalgamation Architect of Miyu Decay~

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Sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Mᴏᴏɴ ʙʏ Lᴀʀᴋ 🌙 🎧

[girlfox]

while listening to kas talk to me about their ahri portrayal, they inspired me to elaborate a lil' more on her ritualisms; therein, the manner in which she ornaments her cadavers post-feeding. i've spoken on this meta a million and two times in the past, as it's been an integral part of her character for almost as long as i've written her ━━━━ and a shard of my portrayal that i hold very dear. so, i won't ramble too much about that!

but i did want to touch on the very purposeful reasoning behind ahri performing this act & the variations she has in it.

as a devotee to the all mother, and keeper of her design, the fox finds profound meaning in every blade of dewy grass and whistle of the wind between tree boughs, and the rot of death gently sheathed in blankets of moss and soil. there is symbolism spun like intertwining threads amongst every facet of nature; no matter how small & insignificant or forthright & proud. it all has a purpose, something to speak into the world around it. this is why she guards her domain so fiercely, in protection of what is inherently good and giving without fault.

「 the forest of the one - thousand faced fox is where nature sprawls unto to thrive, and where lost souls go to find beastly penance. 」

this is also why the kkoch-ui janglyesig, or ❛ funeral of flowers ❜ ritual is also a tribute to the soul it's vessel once contained. in respecting the feminine entity that is the forest, ahri must respect the souls that wander beyond the boundaries of her realm ━━━━ that is, if she deems them so fit to guide gently and with honor into the spirit realm. after all, there are many instances of those who taste of ash & rot that challenge the fox in her own arena whom far from deserve a garland of flowers but rather the maw of hungry wolves.

all this is to say that ahri is keenly aware of the meaning bestowed upon particular flora, and takes note of this whilst adorning her prey in moss and flowers. knowing this, ahri makes an effort to impart these meanings onto those who pass in her forest. ( the particular flowers needed are not always readily available, but nonetheless she makes an effort in the name of sanctification ).

although ahri would never harm a child, it is a sorrowful fact in a war-ridden world that she must guide their souls beyond the natural realm and into the spiritual, at times. in this case, ahri delicately blankets them in nature and bestows upon them 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘.

they represent innocence and purity, as does the soul of a child; deserving only of safe passage into the warmth of the spirits beyond. if their soul should linger, perhaps forlornly shackled to the corporeal plane still, ahri will not consume it but delicately pull it from where it remains and dip it back into the all-encompassing, ethereal ocean of souls where it may find peace. after all, this is as simple a task as drawing her foxes fire from the intangible.

the most frequent of unwelcome visitors are lost travelers and merchants seeking out a lesser walked shortcut on their journey. as if tying the knot of their own fate, ahri then deems them fair hunt for their intrusive presence. these are the souls she will consume with minor remorse ━━━━ though that's not to say it's without none, as ahri has a deep-rooted appreciation for human nature and human emotion, and the short bursts of life they carry. under normal circumstances, the fox does not desecrate her prey without reason.

therefore, once the hunt is over, she will impart on them 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒 & 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒.

representing invasiveness, they are the most straight-forward form of symbolism when used; it is also most common to find her corpses embedded with this particular brand of flora, and the one she's become most known for in the surrounding areas and towns that have likened her to a dangerous mythos.

now, it's rare for ahri to even consider bestowing those she would tear to ribbons without a second thought with her ritual. but in very rare instances, she might. this is particularly true for souls she may feel are wrong and corrupt, but perhaps simply had a bad draw in life or their hand was forced. this opinion is typically formed post-feeding, as their memories and experiences and emotions crawl through-out the crevices of her mind. ahri is not without complex nuance in these situations; she is capable of benevolence in the face of rotten souls. it is simply ... infrequent.

for these, if ahri should bother looking for them, 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃 are used. the former, though can be equated to the first blush of spring and rebirth, is also highly toxic despite this. it is a reminder that there can be grim darkness in the once clean human soul. the latter is known to symbolize rejection, or serve as warning to others to stay away; it is without subtlety that ahri uses this in bushels.

of course, an abundance of other flora and foliage is utilized in her rituals as the end purpose is to relinquish their physical forms to the omikayalan⁰¹, but there are consistencies between particular souls. the flowering ritual is something ahri holds dear to her heart and is not only a form of metaphorical prayer but a means of returning what once was to where it came from, preserving the natural circle of life.