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The Hunter with an artist's soul - Feyre Archeron
Artwork by @luxury_banshee
#omg omg omg#omg this is absolutly beautiful#I LOVE IT 😭#My high lady#her>>>#acotar#feyre fanart#pro feyre archeron#feyre archeron#high lady of the night court
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so i finished acomaf AND THE AUDACITY OF TAMLIN HOW DARE HE i literally couldn't believe my eyes , i had some hope for him because he was such a sweet guy but oh dear oh lord i was genuinely so shocked , just how blind was he ,,, how he became so selfish i still do not get it i DO NOT LIKE THAT MAN AT ALL
#NESTA ELAIN MY HEART CRIES#I HONESTLY PRAYED FOR IT TO STOP WHEN THEY DROWNED ELAIN'S HEAD#i don't know how to feel at the fact that lucien is elain's mate#it just.... doesn't set right with me i hope further down the story he changes#i knew it was the bargain yet I WAS SCARED#im loving feyre's revenge arc#MY HIGH LADY#SHOW THEM#acomaf#acotar#feyre archeron#rhysand#elain archeron#nesta archeron#: a's space
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"The sun was shining when I left you"
GAME - SET - MATCH
👑🖤🫡
#my high lady#w after w for her#feyre my girl#I adore her#she checked him as she should#Tamlin#feyre#feysand#acowar#acotar#acotar thoughts
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Hi ! prompt idea : What if Zuko was armed during the first episode and was stranded with the water tribe while the avatar left with Katara and Sokka, Iroh on his trail for white lotus reasons.
Oh we are going to have us some FUN with "stranded with the water tribe", say no more.
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Zuko was dripping, and steaming, and staring down two dozen women and their gaggle of small children, plus that old not-the-Avatar crone from earlier. They were all cowering away from him. Which was--
Good. It was good. If they were cowering, then they hadn’t noticed how steam was not flames. He wasn’t sure he could make flames, not after the arctic water he’d landed in, with that last sight of the Avatar glowing; not after surfacing under the ice pack, after swimming, after kicking slamming breaking through and his ship was gone and there was only ocean all around and
and he’d made it back to this pathetic little camp of the Southern Water Tribe, because that was the only place he knew for sure would have shelter, and he wasn’t going to die just because they were all staring at him, even if felt like he would.
Even if the old not-the-Avatar woman could probably take him, right now. But she didn’t know that.
Zuko pulled himself up, taller than her by at least a few inches, and blew steam from his nose.
“I am commandeering one of your huts,” he said. And added, because Uncle said even a prince should be gracious: “You may choose which one.”
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She choose her own.
...The only one without children that flames might scar, or younger women to catch a soldier’s interests.
Zuko sat by her fire and determinedly started struggling out of his wet clothes and she was still in here with him--
Zuko pulled one of her animal pelts over himself, and finished fighting off his clothes. When he stuck his head back out, cheeks still reddened from what was obviously the cold, she dropped a parka on his head.
“Dry clothes, Your Highness,” she said.
The parka was much bigger than he was. He fell asleep hoping that the camp’s men were on a long, long hunting trip.
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He woke up again. Kanna tucked her favorite ulu knife away, newly sharpened, and stopped contemplating the alternative.
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“I am commandeering a ship,” he said.
The crone led him across the village, all twenty paces of it, to a row of canoes.
“Take whichever one you want,” she said. “Will you need help getting it to the water?”
Zuko looked at the canoes. Looked at the ocean. Watched a leopard seal, easily the size of the largest canoe, dozing just past the ice his own ship had broken through the day before. It was frozen again, a great icy arrow pointing from the waves to the village, snow already starting to cover it over.
Beyond was blue sky and gray ocean and white ice, floating in blocks like stepping stones, like boulders, like cliffsides.
There wasn’t even a hint of gray steel, or smoke. Or any land, besides what they were standing on.
He looked down at the canoes again. Somehow, they seemed even smaller.
“I, uh,” Zuko cleared his throat. “I’ll require supplies. Before I go.”
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They... did not have supplies. Not extra ones. This didn’t stop them from trying to give him supplies, food and blankets and anything else he could think to ask for. But each blanket was a pelt hunted by someone’s grandfather, had been inked with images and stories by someone’s mother, was the favorite of someone’s husband or brother or uncle or cousin--
They couldn’t go to the nearest market to replace things, here.
And when they talked about food, about what they could spare, they kept sneaking glances to their children, who were sneaking glances at Zuko from the huts, sticking their heads just over the snowy ledges like their fur-trimmed hoods would hide them. Their mothers and aunts shooed them away, and they crept back, like barnacle-crabs. Zuko glared, and they disappeared.
“When are your men coming back?” he asked. “They’re hunting, aren’t they?”
Oh. So that was what they looked like, when they weren’t trying to hide their hate.
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Zuko wrapped himself up in the same blanket that night. It was printed inside with fine lines and images, telling a story he didn’t know. He wondered whose favorite it was.
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Kanna wondered how quickly he’d wake—if he’d wake—if she built the fire up with wet driftwood and tundra grass, if she had one of the younger girls boost up a child to plug the air hole, if she let the smoke draw its own blanket down over this fire child.
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It was hard to know when to wake up, because the sun never set. So everyone was up before him, and they all had spears and clubs and—and nets, and trap lines, and snow googles with their single slat to protect the eyes from snow blindness. Zuko had seen those once, at the Ember Island Museum of Ethnography, where they’d gone when it was too rainy for anything more exciting.
Oh. They were going hunting.
“Give me that,” Zuko said, and took a spear.
The women looked at him. One of them adjusted her googles.
“I can hunt,” he scowled.
He did not, in fact, know how to hunt.
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“Give me that,” the Fire Prince said, and Kanna almost, almost gave him her ulu. Humans, like most animals, had an artery in their legs that would bleed them quick enough.
She kept skinning the rabbit-mink one of the women had snared.
“I can help,” he said, with less grace than most of their toddlers. Likely with the skinning skills of a toddler, too. She wasn’t going to let their unwanted visitor ruin a perfectly good pelt.
“Chop the meat,” she said, and gave him a different knife. “It’s dinner.”
“...This is really sharp,” he said a moment later, looking at the knife with some surprise.
“Is it,” said Kanna.
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Things the Fire Prince was convinced he could do: hunt (until he realized he couldn’t tell the tracks of a rabbit-mink from a leopard-rabbit apart); spear fish (at least he could dry himself); pack snow for an igloo (frustrated princes ran hot); ice fish (the prince was a problem that kept coming close to solving itself).
Things the Fire Prince could actually do: mince meat, increasingly finely; gather berries and herbs, once he stopped trying to crush them; dig roots, under toddler supervision; mend nets, after the intermediary step of learning to braid hair loopies.
“Can’t I take him ice fishing again?” asked one of the women, as she watched Prince Zuko put as much apparent concentration into braiding her daughter’s hair as his people had into exterminating hers.
“Wait,” said another woman, sitting up straight. “Wait wait wait. I just had an idea.”
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Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.
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Summer was coming to an end. The sun actually set, now, and the night was getting longer, and colder. The salmon-otter nets were mended and ready. The smoking racks were still full of cod-lemmings. The children were all a little older, the women all a little more used to doing both halves of their tribes’ chores; a little more used to not watching the horizon, waiting for help to come.
The Fire Prince was staring at the canoes again.
“Are you actually going to try leaving in one of those?” Kanna asked.
“...No.”
“Come on, then; someone needs to watch the kids while the women are hunting.”
She didn’t leave him alone with them, of course. But she could have.
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Elsewhere, the war continued.
The moon turned red, for a moment none could sleep through; they did not learn why.
The comet came and went, leaving their castaway prince laying on the beach, his breath fogging up into the night sky above him, as the energy crashed from his system as quickly as it had come. Above, lights began to dance in the sky; Zuko pulled his hood up, so none of those spirits—children, dead too soon—got any ideas about kicking his head off to be their ball.
The war had ended. The world didn’t feel any different; no one in the south would know until spring came again.
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Suffice it to say, Sokka and Katara were not prepared for this particular homecoming.
#Sokka: please stop calling my Gran-Gran by her first name. please.#Kanna: you’re right Sokka he can call me Gran-Gran#Sokka: THAT IS WORSE THAT IS SO MUCH WORSE#Meanwhile Hakoda: you adopted WHO#Kanna didn’t ADOPT anyone thank-you-much she was very practically holding that boy for the fleet to use for ransom#why Hakoda#what would you have done if you had a Fire Prince#avatar the last airbender#atla#Zuko#Kanna#ficlet#(infinite hot water lady is ABSOLUTELY Toklo’s aunt)#(he looks to the prince looks to her and spontaneously invents the High Five)
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*carefully picks you up and peeks into your conch snail shell*
Ehm... Sorry to bother, but... Could we, maybe, possibly... see Vasco's wife and her lover pictured by your hand? Sorry again, thank you for listening. Take care.
*delicately lays you back into the water to prevent any stress or dehydration*
Unfortunately I don't have her lover figured out yet, but I think Ludovica looks something like this:
#own art#own characters#CanisAlbus#Ludovica#vertopus#Vaschete lore#I may still tweak the markings this isn't 100% guaranteed final design#might make her colors a bit more reddish perhaps#but you know this is the general vibe#she was originally inspired by brittany spaniels and one of my old unused characters#to be fair the whole thing was built around the idea that she should have strong eyebrows and green theme color#again jury is still out on the renaissance hairstyle/head piece I'll try to come up with something#still trying to get a good grasp of the girlfriend too#she's most likely her lady-in-waiting or other court companion#essentially a woman of high social class whose job is to accompany a noblewoman and assist her on her daily activities#a best friend more or less#conch snail hours#she will kick anyone's ass. she will kick your ass. she will kick your dog's ass. she will kick her own ass.
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happy pride? how about wrath
#happy pride month everybody! stay save and have fun!#i managed to finish this on day one high five#tim drake#robin#red robin#batman#pride#dc comics#ladies. gentlemen. you have eaten well.#my art#sorry its not happy#neither is the world rn#but we still thrive
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favourite pcs of the full d20 campaigns i've watched so far and whoops they're all emily axford characters. am i biased? maybe.
#dimension 20#d20#fantasy high#the unsleeping city#a court of fey and flowers#acofaf#sofia lee#lady chirp featherfowl#figeroth faeth#fanart#my art
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i know it's kinda mean of me but i hope seeing so many queer shows fall like dominoes is waking people up to the fact representation is vanishing fast. and there's a reason, more than any one studio or one showrunner.
#heartstopper hasn't been renewed yet btw#dead boy detectives#good omens#our flag means death#kaos#my lady jane#the oa#a league of their own#gentleman jack#first kill#paper girls#glow#wwdits#the owl house#heartstopper#heartbreak high#renegade nell
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Cursed Dream
#nine sols lady ethereal#nine sols fanart#nine sols#lady ethereal#my art#penglai new year#i realised just before posting that the submission had to have certain dimensions#so twitter gets the lower res ver#tumblr gets the high res ver
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I was crying from pain at the emergency room and the nurses were bitching about me not dying so they couldn’t help right away even if I kept passing out and had been there for a long time, this sweet old Russian lady who was also admitted since earlier stood up and walked next to me and kept comforting me and asking how I was holding up, she kept checking in on me and being so sweet and going around asking if everyone was doing ok or just distracting family members of patients with nice conversations. She called out the doctors and nurses for not caring, she sat next to me and kept making sure I was ok and then gave me her phone number when she got discharged so I’d follow up with her. Honestly my day coulda been hell today but this one lady made it so bearable it’s not going to be remembered as a bad horrible traumatizing time, I got to meet an actual angel and I’m so happy about it.
#pix habla#kindness really goes a long way guys#I’m in my bed crying about this lady#I didn’t know her but that didn’t matter to her#I hope she’s always healthy and blessed#she also xD managed to get the nurses to give her a turkey sandwich after making her wait for so many hours what a legend#I’m not shit talking about medical staff btw I know it’s a hard job#but it got ridiculous the moment my dad got desperate because I was passing out and throwing up foam#and the nurse scolded him and scolded me while I cried about being in pain even though I kept apologizing#the emergency room guard also gave me shit for being on the floor trying not to pass out#like idk the lack of humanity was just 🧍♂️ so much worse than usual#but then I met this lady and she kept me company and kept me distracted from it all#she even got some of the nurses to be nicer and in a better mood somehow#I know it’s not an easy job ;; but compassion and kindness they go a long way#and that’s so important#Alissa you’re my cat scan Twinsie for life#tw hospital#I was high on morphine telling my friends about her and telling her they thought she was so sweet and she was so happy about it#augh#she blew me a kiss when she left too 😭#guys I swear … I met an angel#like#what else could she have been#(๑′̥̥̥▵‵̥̥̥ ૂ๑) ok ill shut up now im just really emotional about her forever
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ACOMAF thoughts:
I looooovee feyre's powers!!! YOU GO QUEEN😭😭❤️🔥
#I love her#go feyre#feyre supremacy#my high lady#romantasy#ACOMAF#acotar thoughts#feysand#them protecting each other 🥹🥹🥹🥹#and it’s not even her full power
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Hc that by Illyrian standards Azriel is considered unattractive.
Illyrians are a more practical group, they’re strong and have traditions they want to follow. They live in cold mountains in camps. Strength and endurance is a top quality, and while Azriel embodies this— He doesn’t look it.
Illyrians want someone whose body reflects their strength. Huge arms, wide wings, tall and bearing tokens of war (scars but not too many scars because that then signifies defeat). Azriel is trained for reconnaissance. His job is to be unnoticeable, being a huge hulking figure doesn’t make that easy. He’s tall and large yes, but he’s not that ideal Illyrian man. Hes just slimmer that average and plays sneaky. Not the big bold way that they believe is honorable. So by the cultures standards, he’s not attractive.
Cassian and Rhys both know this, that their sworn brother is considered “unattractive” by their peers. They never really think about it because that’s their brother, you don’t go around agreeing that your partner in crime is ugly. (Also because he could totally kick their asses and hey you don’t call the guy who is covered in conscious shadows ugly)
It becomes irrelevant as azriel ends up sticking to his job and doesn’t have to often interact with large groups of Illyrians (that gets to be Cassians job).
On the flip side, other groups of fae need that man CARNALLY. What makes him unideal in Illyrian standards makes him the perfect man in theirs. Strong beyond what they could achieve, skilled, quick witted and mysterious—he’s a 10/10.
Rhys learns about this after Azriel makes a rare appearance at a large event to let Rhys know about a new development in one of his missions, the crowd immediately hones in on this hunk of a man. Later, Rhys has to deflect multiple offers of marriage from court nobles.
#Im on an azriel roll guys i love him#do I completely alter his character? yes but it’s for good guys…#I’ve got a pretty boy az agenda#something something the high lords and ladies + their seconds probably think azriel is absolutely stunning#he shows to intercourt events once in blue moon and they can’t be normal#even the high lords who are married and have mates and such thing have to admit he’s pretty fucking dashing#helion makes this everyone’s problem#somnas.rambles#somnas.writes#acotar#azriel shadowsinger#acotar azriel#azriel acotar#it’s that one meme#‘how big that dick?’ ‘small leave me alone’#a court of thorns and roses#this is probably insanely inaccurate within the canon of the story but do I gaf? no#HES MY FAVORITE DOLL ILL PLAY EITH HIM HIW I WANT#in my mind he’s kind of like Odysseus?#like it’s by Ancient Greek standards#Odysseus is an archer and trickster which is considered bad and disgraceful#Az is a spy and has to play it smart before he plays it rough#so while he’s still acknowledged as a damn strong Illyrian he’s not ideal#meanwhile cass is the standard
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#shout out to the girlies that use Libby#the high consorts may have money for kindle unlimited#but not everyone else XD#Ah Duo has moved on from the emperor and is ready to get back out there#Maomao and suirie are best mutuals on tumblr#but have no idea they know each other irl#HER is a wlw dating app btw:)#thanks for coming to my ted talk#the apothecary diaries#maomao#jinshi#xaiolan#gaoshun#ah duo#lady ah duo#lady lishu#lishu#consort gyokuyou#gyokuyou#lady lihua#lihua#loulan#suirei#Basen#lihaku#the apothecary diaries manga#the apothecary diaries light novels#apothecary diaries#mine;)
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have a bit of a head cannon that with the whole lady bone demon the trio all got some trauma from her not just mk.macaque basically being threatened and nearly being killed, and possessed to be given ice powers that are most likely slowly eating him alive,and wukong with not killing her in the first place so can see mini guilt fom him and being possessed.
So thought wukong would tell macaque he can visit so Mac isn’t at least that alone compared to staying in his dojo alone when he has a moments.with them not taking very personal jabs at each other and not physically fighting,can see that they both saw that as a good sign to reach a small hand out.its also a mini explanation to myself of why we see macaque in flower fruit mountain just vibin in the first place in season 4
#sketch#digital sketches#sun wukong#lmk sun wukong#macaque#six eared macaque#lmk six eared macaque#lmk macaque#Mini comic#lady bone demon#lmk lady bone demon#shadowpeach#can be seen as platonic#I am in my lmk high oh no#lmk liu er mihou#liu er mihou
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Lady Damodred with her handrolled cigarettes. If cigarettes they be.
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(prints available here)
#tabac or weed we can only guess#if anyone deserved to get high af it is her#15 y/o Moiraine rlly was out there hiding her ability to channel#and eavesdropping on people around her. Good for her.#my art#moiraine damodred#lady moiraine#moiraine sedai#cairhien#teen mo#wot#wot on prime#wheel of time#the wheel of time#art#fanart
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figueroth and sandra lynn faeth; daughter and mother // dimension 20: fantasy high
fantasy high: junior year - a very merry moonar yulenear // lady bird, 2017 // ijeoma umebinyuo - questions for ada // alexuma // wych elm - susan smith // joan tierney - the elektra complex // fantasy high: sophomore year - hellbound // imma_slytherin - fig the unfaithable and the summer sads // nora kasten // honeytuesday // fantasy high: junior year - untapped rage // ethel cain - family tree (intro) // lynn emanuel - single girl. one room flat.
#their relationship is maybe my favourite in all of fantasy high?#its so fucking real and raw and unfiltered and and ugh#sandra lynn is my favest ever if she has zero fans i have been killed#i have so many thoughts about them#do you get it. tell me you get it#the thoughts are all in my head and i cant put them in words but i can collect other peoples words and feelings and hoard them and build#a little house for my thoughts to live in#d20 spyre#i am going to explode#rebel girls#fig faeth#sandra lynn faeth#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20 fantasy high#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#junior year#web weaving#cassie's web weaving#quotes#art#words#lyrics#lyric posting#lady bird#dimension 20#d20
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