#Suriel

[acomaflove]

The Suriel: Want to join my religion?

Feyre: What’s your religion?

The Suriel:

The Suriel: Tea time. All the time.

Feyre: I’m interested.

[kinginthemask]

ɠσԃ ιʂ ɱყ ɱσσɳ

(oc design)

Sariel（שָׂרִיאֵל） angel of death, one of the watchers

The assassin lurking in the shadow of the lunar eclipse, harvesting souls of all sinners. She（or he）is as innocent and cruel as a child🌑

[mehmetminded]

Cradle is low-key one of my favorite series of all time, but can I just talk about Suriel for a sec?

I just can’t stop thinking about how she comes down to save this weird giant toddler-man and give him a pep-talk like, “Hey man, keep working hard and you’ll get there eventually! :D” and Lindon immediately internalizes this as “Oh! I’ll just never stop working hard ever again!”

As the greatest healer in all creation I can’t imagine that wasn’t concerning for her. Imagine telling a 5 year old that if she practices every day then eventually she’ll be able to beat up the monster under her bed. Now imagine you see her in the back yard punching trees every day for months before one day showing up with a dead Boogeyman in one hand and it’s spine (which she has made into a sword somehow) in the other.

I would be concerned.

[jazzy-kandra]

1. Ozriel, the Reaper of Worlds;

2. Suriel, the Phoenix

First set of Judge sketches, complete...for now, at least.

[luvfullsun]

let's try a new acotar characters sorter to find out our favorite ones!💙✨

https://luvfullsun.tumblr.com/acotarsorter

(remember the link doesn't work in the app!!!)

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Suriel: Sometimes I don't realize an event is traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

[shittalkingwiththesuriel]

Suriel appreciation post

I miss the Suriel SO MUCH

Like in the first 3 Acotar books he was just stirring up so much ✨drama✨

He didn’t need to tell Feyre to “stay with the high lord” (didn’t need to phrase it like that either) but he just couldn’t help himself.

Also that bit in ACOMAF when he is telling Feyre about the flower and he just casually drops that Rhysand is her mate. She’s all shocked and he’s just like “oh, you didn’t know” 😏

I CRIED so hard when he died. He just wanted to eat chicken, wear a warm coat, and dream of a better future. 🐓🧥🌌

[lyssq]

pov you’re reuniting with your coworker who indirectly caused millions of deaths with his absence

[amalgamasreal]

Cradle Series: Animated!

Sharing this every day that the Kickstarter is live. If you don't have the funds to donate I highly recommend checking out the original Cradle Series to see why this series deserves an animated adaptation.

Will and his team has worked so hard on this universe and I cannot wait to see where else he can take it.

[onirupture]

Back at it again with Suriel art.

I had this weird ass headcanon that's been infecting my brain that angles in Ultrakill had their own form of like intimacy: Goring each other and sharing bio mass. They idea of like exchanging hearts and other parts is a sort of sacred thing between angels. So like the gay lil fella I am, I thought of Suriel having Gabriel's heart before his fall and just kept it since it was the only thing he had left to keep his will to live.

Fellas is it gay to share organs with your ex?

[yerinarelius]

all the concept art from the cradle animation kickstarter so far!

[lady-of-tearshed]

Speaking of Bryaxis would you be willing to write something where the Valkyrie are friends with him and find out he's as bad a gossip as the Suriel? He doesn't even need to make an appearance it could just be a combo they're having at training during cool down or stretching about the gossip he's spreading. Of course it would be great if Cassian freaked out. Maybe all of the guys could become a bit more scared of the Valkyrie and or gain respect for them

King of gossip

Summary: The Valkyries are having a book club meeting, but it turns into a conversation about their new friend, Bryaxis, latest gossip. Feyre, trying to rekindle a kind of "sisterhood" with Nesta, joins them and confess she knew about someone who loved to spill the tea, too...

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: None.

A/N: Well! First request, I hope it doesn't disappoint!

Laughter echoed through Nesta's door. Feyre stood behind it, a tray of freshly baked goods in hands. She bathed in the joyful sounds that her big sister and her new friends made. Nesta was glowing lately. She looked happy, clean, satisfied, and peaceful. Feyre had never seen her sister happier than on the day of her mating ceremony with Cassian. That man truly saved Nesta from her darkness. He had always kept holding out his hand to her despite her snarls and bites, and always will. Feyre would forever be grateful for that man to be part of Nesta’s life. She would also always remind herself of the strength Nesta has, that too helped the eldest to get through all of her difficulties. 

Nesta seemed to have finally found her people. The ones that made her whole and happy. Feyre knocked on the door softly before peeking her head in. The laughter in the room ceased progressively when she walked in, the group of Valkyries staring at her. Gwyneth almost squealed in excitement at the sight of the cookie pan in Feyre's hands. Nesta rolled her eyes, trying to look unbothered by her sister's presence, even though deep down, she was glad Feyre was here. She was even more glad that they managed to rekindle their “sisterhood”, as Feyre called it. Maybe one day Nesta would admit it to her little sister, that she forgives her for her clumsiness in trying to help her. She knew her intentions were good. 

“I thought you guys might enjoy some snacks for your… reading club, is that it?” Feyre chimed in, trying to hide her nervousness as she entered the room. To her surprise, Nesta didn’t give a snarky response, nor kindly kicked her out. The eldest simply raised her chin and took a cookie off the platter. Nesta grinned slightly at the flavors exploding in her mouth. She murmured a thanks to her younger sister, and then Feyre put the tray down on the sculpted oak coffee table. Gwyneth spoke up then, her pale freckled cheeks already covered in cookie crumbs. “Well, we weren't actually reading. Actually, we were talking about Bryaxis’ latest gossip about the “Lord of bloodshed”...” 

At that, another round of laughter erupted in the room. Emerie managed to explain to Feyre what that gossip was about, while the two other Valkyries were still wheezing and holding their bellies. “Well… Bryaxis said that once… He saw Cassian walk into the library to pick up one of Nesta's latest readings… and took notes of the steamy scenes…” Emerie wiped a tear with her finger, trying to steady her breathing from laughing too much about the mental image of the General actually taking notes, as if he would just read them out while having sex with Nesta. 

Feyre laughed too, and Nesta scooched over on the couch, offering her an indirect invitation to join them. Feyre smiled, and sat down beside her sister. She wanted to say thank you to her sister, thank you for letting her in. But she knew it would make Nesta uncomfortable and that she would most likely close up on herself and tell her to fuck off. So she didn't, and just enjoyed Nesta’s sweet gesture. The High Lady adjusted herself on the couch, crossing her legs and took a pillow to squeeze between her arms. “I think Bryaxis is really the king of gossip… maybe we should name him that.” Nesta said, a glint of amusement flickering in her eyes as she looked over her sister, sitting beside her. A wry smile appeared on Feyre's face, a smile Nesta knew all too well. A smile that meant “I know something you don't.”. She cooked an eyebrow up and now everyone was staring at the younger Archeron in the room for further explanations.

Feyre chuckled and sighed, leaning further into the couch. She slowly took a bite of the cookies she made with Elain earlier today, before the middle Archeron sister left her to go on a date, no, a walk she insisted it was, with Lucien. The Valkyries fell silent in the room, waiting for Feyre’s explanation. “Well… I knew someone once that truly was the king of gossip…” Feyre bit her lip and smiled at the memory of her old friend. She tried not to let herself sink into the memory of their last meeting, of the sacrifice her friend made to save her life… Instead, she focused on the good memories. Gwyneth pressed then, waiting for further explanations. “Whom?!” “The Suriel…” Feyre purred, her voice filled with suspense. She straightened her posture, knowing she would need to elaborate more than that to satisfy the Valkyries' curiosity. 

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Feyre was now rocking Nyx to sleep in the living room. The fire was gently roaring in the hearth, and the peaceful sounds of Nyx's soft snores were enough to fill Feyre's heart with pure content. She spent the whole evening telling about the gossip she heard from the Suriel, and the Valkyries told the stories they and Bryaxis shared too. The two creatures truly were similar, especially in their taste of spilling the tea. Seeing her sister laughing with her wonderful group of friends AND her letting her in… it meant the world to Feyre. This was a moment she would forever cherish. She might even paint the Valkyries reaction when she told them about all of the tea the Suriel had spilled to her… She wanted to immortalize their reaction with colors on a canva. Gwyneth had even screamed that she was about to pee her pants from laughing too much when Feyre kept telling them her stories, which had aggravated the roar of laughter in the room. 

She stood up to carry Nyx to his room and tuck him into the comfort of his crib, hoping that tonight she and Rhys might have a whole night of interrupted sleep. She kissed her son on the forehead and quietly headed out of the nursery. “Ah!” She startled and raised a hand to her chest, sighing in relief when her brain figured out the identity of the man standing into the hallway. She hoped her tiny shriek of surprise didn't wake the little prince up, then whispered to Cassian. “Cass… what are you doing up…” He bit his lip and brushed his hair back, off of his forehead. Lines of worry were forming between his brows as he spoke. “Did you tell Nes about… Um…” He patted the tiny notebook he always had in his pocket, knowing that Feyre knew exactly what he was talking about. Cassian and Feyre told each other everything, Cassian had proudly confessed his little mischief once, on a drunken night. Confessed that he was taking notes off of Nesta's smutty novels.

Feyre shook her head and chuckled, walking away, too tired to deal with the General tonight. Her bed was calling at her urgently, and Rhys mentally made it clear about his intentions about the plans he had for them both tonight in that exact same bed… But Cassian grabbed Feyre softly by the arm, his eyes pleading. “Whom then..?” Feyre shrugged, just wanting to get over with it so she could join her mate in their bed to have some fun before Nyx might wake up. “Bryaxis. Good night now, Cass.” She said as she walked away from Cassian's ghost white figure. 

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Cassian had been more than sweet to Nesta the following days, especially because of his discovery about Nesta's new… ally. What a traitor his mate was… The news about the Valkyries and Bryaxis’s friendship spread as fast as a breeze of fresh air… Soon enough, they realized how no one seemed to bug them about anything anymore… Not only did Bryaxis manage to offer them the best tea and gossip there was, but indirectly it had brought them a deep respect amongst everyone. Probably because of their fear of Bryaxis spilling their every secret to his lovely friends…

[suohenki]

starting on concept art for something i'm writing :)

[nightcourtnews]

I heard that a certain High Lord known for his strong thighs has two heirs out there in Pyrthian, but you didn't hear it from me. xoxo gossip girls #ACourtOrderedPaternityTest

Welcome to our first Tea Time with Chey!

Readers, today we have piping HOT tea for you. An anonymous source sent in a tip regarding an undisclosed High Lord with praise-worthy thighs.

We cannot say for sure who said heirs could be. We won’t commit the faux (or fox?) pas of speculating who said heirs could be without solid evidence. Reporters are investigating in the meantime.

If you’re reading this, said High Lord, I’m free this evening for more than just an interview.

[jazzy-kandra]

Suriel, the Celestial Healer, is not paid enough for all this (Ozriel) stuff.

[king-of-the-oreo]

Dreadgod in a nutshell