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THE OFFICE BUT MAKE IT JJK
#yeah guys so... i did something#i made this on a whim btw because I wanted to watch silly little jjk moments with funny the office music#so I made one#and I couldn't find a video like this anywhere#excuse the ugly watermark but I worked on this for HOURS#and I am so very fucking proud of it#and for once I don't want anything of mine being stolen and claimed as someone else's work#this is 100% mine and I love it#enjoy#ipost#Jujutsu Kaisen#JJK#dailyanime#anisource#shounenedit#jjkedit#hyeahjujutsu#the office#the office but make it jujutsu kaisen#my condolences for the nanami frame being too short tho I tried to keep it according to the original but I fucked up there#ANYWAYS#HERE
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!This is a drawing! Not a screenshot!
This is nineteen hours of work. (Not the build I based this off of- it only took me like a few minutes to build it XD)
(This is the next build of mine that I will draw)
#art#digital art#my art#fanart#<- ?#minecraft#minecraft art#minecraft fanart#okay so this would be considered fanart#gottcha#minecraft build#at least this is based off a build#sunrise#I am very proud of this#likely because it took me nineteen fucking hours#and gosh I still have one more to go-#I’ll post the other one when it’s finished on its own. and then both of them together in another post#drawing not a screenshot
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No one ever tells Obi-Wan that he is his Master's padawan.
Of course, for most people who had known Qui-Gon Jinn, telling someone else they resembled the the man would in fact be a thinly veiled insult. But still, Obi-Wan feels the absence of comparisons almost as strongly as he feels the absence of his Master.
There is no one for Obi-Wan to push against now, no strong presence at his side, ready to grab him by scruff and pull him back from another reckless stunt. It's an odd feeling. He has been set loose against his wishes. There is no one to his left and Anakin at his heels, but Anakin had needed, still needs, a strong, gentle figure for his prickly but sensitive heart. For even their worst bickering could not hold a candle to the scathing remarks he and Qui-Gon had shot at each other and Obi-Wan knows he cannot push and needle Anakin in the same way.
When Qui-Gon had been alive they had been an amusing, mirrored pair, the maverick and his rule-following padawan. Opposites clashing against each other, yet working together to complete the most difficult missions. Few saw that Qui-Gon's impertinence had indeed rubbed off on his padawan, cultivated from that small, angry initiate, because the only way to rebel against the rule-breaker had been to parrot the Council fastidiously. No one would ever get to see that again. Obi-Wan is one half of a mirrored pair trying to complete a routine on his own. What once was an impish, teasing compliance is now a betrayal of all his Master's values.
"How could Qui-Gon raise such a model Jedi?" He hears them say, "It's admirable that Master Kenobi was appointed to the Council despite his Master's maverick ways."
Padawan Kenobi would have yelled and kicked and screamed. Master Kenobi is serene. It should feel like an achievement. It feels like a disappointment.
Sometimes, Obi-Wan looks at the shape of the man he has moulded himself into, and aches to be his Master's padawan.
#I am so totally normal about them. (screaming crying throwing up)#anyway yeah obi wan has daddy issues but in a very specific way that's less i want a father figure and more i require an animal handler#hence why obi wan likes both alpha 17 and cody finally someone to tell him he's being an idiot and be bitchy with him he's missed this#giving the guilt boy MORE guilt complexes over honoring his masters legacy#but god really imagine you spend a decade making yourself the opposite of your master in a funny back and forth you both indulge in but the#BUT THEN!! he fucking dies and you're left alone occupying a dynamic carved for 2 people and everyone tells you they can't see any of your#dead master within you as if it's a joke. as if that's funny. as if that's a good thing. and people say he would be proud but would he?#would he be proud when everyone always tells you that you are the opposite of him? that you are everything he was not?#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#qui gon and obi wan#disaster lineage#star wars
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#He carved the door sign himself are you proud of course you are you love his knife hands#does this count as the first contribution to the office au#B127 IS SO GEN Z KID WITH LED LIGHT ROOM!!!!!!#I knew iacon was very gold and green mother board core BUT IT DIDN'T SINK IN UNTIL I COLOIRED LIKE IT'S SO GOLDEN ARMY COLORSSS#FUCK YOU!! PINK EYESHADOWS YOUR ELITA!!!!!!#B 127 you were so hard to draw grrrr i hate u#I am ARTED out i dont want to see ibispaint againg for like. a week I AM EXHAUSTIONNNNN#the LAST time im drawing detailed transformers istg#fan art#transformers#elita one#elita 1#transformers one#tf one#tf one elita#optimus prime#B 127#bumblebee#badassatron#tf b127#tf one b 127#tf one bumblebee#b127#tf bumblebee#transformers fanart#maccadam#maccadams#the office#dette's tf one the office au
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"You better leave your hopes behind,
No one's gonna stop him"
This WIP is no longer a WIP lol, this thing has been unfinished for 2 months and i finally got to continue it :DD!
anyways this is basically me being inspired by my classmate drawing a frame from the musical so i thought "Hey! that would be fun to do", it was not fun to do when you have multiple art deadlines y'all
Left is rendered with background, right is the initial base colors (didnt like the color of pete's pants lol)
#yes i know richie's hair is kinda bluish green but hfvhadjhavd it worked out#i still dont know how to fucking do background and i dont give a rat's ass abt it#i am very proud of myself for finishing this actually#starkid#starkid npmd#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#team starkid#starkid nerdy prudes must die#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#hatchetfield universe#nerdy prudes fanart#nerdy prudes must die fanart#ruth fleming#richie lipschitz#peter spankoffski#npmd ruth#npmd peter#npmd pete#pete spankoffski#npmd richie#UAUGH im so tired yall#its finally over i can finally draw more silly goofy shit
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🌻Blade Breaker II & The Rose Noble🌹 - Power Couple of New Fodlan -
I am SO EXCITED to show my full piece for Sunflower, A Leonie zine. What a beautiful book, with all it’s fantastic merch, and I’m so glad I got to be apart of it and show my fav cavalry girl all the love she deserves!! Thank you to everyone who supported the zine, but if you missed out the first time around, don’t sweat it! Sunflower is now having it’s leftover sale!! 🌻 Pick Up A Copy Here 🌻
#Fire Emblem: 3 Houses#FE3H#Leorenz#Leonie Pinelli#Lorenz Hellman Gloucester#Sunflower Zine#Leonie Zine#Fanart#Zine Work#'scuse me while i toot my own horn here but UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH I LOVE HOW THIS CAME OUT!!!!!#my linework went OFF on this I am So FUCKING PROUD!!!#from concept to finish I've been bursting at the seams to put this in front you yall#I made a pinterest board for this! I had a Vision!!!#my only regret is that i couldn't fit more of the soldier in so that you could tell it was an Empire leftover#the important part is the shattered blade but yknow... woulda been nice :)#and on a very peripheral note; sylvain has now gained my eternal ire for make everyone in this zine draw a million and one sunlowers#his days are numbered
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I have another idea for a story, but I once again don't know what to write, so I'm building a skeleton.
It's a DC x DP x ML crossover. Damien, Marinette, and Danny are triplets born into the LoA. From birth, they were taught to not see each other as siblings but as rivals for Ra's attention. When they were five, they were dipped (more like dropped) into the pits for the first time. Danny never comes back out. The second time was when they were six. Damien and Marinette came back from a mission gravely injured. Marinette doesn't come back out. Damien becomes the sole heir.
As one can imagine, Danny and Marinette aren't dead but simply taken to where they were needed at the time. That being said, things for these two characters go mostly according to their respective shows after they integrate into society. With the exception that the two of them are more competent and don't fight like rabid raccoons. But things take a dark turn when they turn sixteen.
Marinette
. After finding out that his father is Hawkmoth, Adrien is unable to carry the weight of being the holder of the cat Miraculous, as he doesn't want to fight his father and gives it to Ladybug. He promptly moves to the States to further his modeling career. Marinette, unable to find someone else worthy to be the holder of the cat Miraculous, stores it away and becomes the sole hero of Paris (with occasional helpers). But because of this, her two lives get more intertwined, and she is forced into a corner where she has to choose between being Ladybuy or Marinette.
. But she doesn't get a chance as Hawkmoth is dethroned and replaced by an even greater threat. She is forced to take on the persona of LadyNoir. Her life crumbles as she tries her hardest to balance her life as a hero and a person. She tries to save everyone but someone always ends up getting hurt. Whether it be her as Marinette, clinging to what little of her life is left. Or her as LadyNoir, with no choice but to watch innocent civilians die because she couldn't think of a better plan that could've saved everyone.
. It gets to the point where she makes an unforgivable wish. But every wish has a cost. She only finds out the price when she is forced to stand behind an invisible wall and watch as her life replays before her eyes, the film slowly burning away till there's nothing left. She cries as she falls into an ocean of familiar Lazarus green.
Danny
. Danny's life is also crumbling around him as he struggles to separate his human life from his ghost half. But after becoming the Ghost King, things only became more complicated and even more dangerous as more ghosts started coming through the portal to challenge him for the crown. And while he would really love to give it away, the guys that kept fighting him for it are very clearly evil. So he has to keep fighting, winning, and solidifying his position as the King of the Infinite Realms. But with every win comes a newfound power. Power he doesn't want. Power that scares him.
. It gets to the point when Danny has to drop out of school. He wasn't even scoring double digits anymore so what was the sense of keeping him? But Danny couldn't stay home either, it was too dangerous as his ghost and human halves were slowly becoming one. And his parents' obsession was slowly becoming a threat to him. He thought he had the solution. He was going to shut down the portal and leave Amity Park.
. It was perfect really, as no ghost portal meant no ghost. And he couldn't be vivisected if neither the GIW nor his parents could catch him. He talked the plan over with team phantom and they reluctantly agreed. The ghost portal is destroyed, and Danny leaves Amity and files over Elmerton and a few other towns. But after flying for a while, Danny gets to a sort of border where nothing meets... NOTHING. On the other side was just an infinite void. Nothing.
. Danny slowly realizes that in this world, all he knew was Amity Park. He never actually traveled or went on field trips. Never went to visit extended family nor did any visit. No one 'new' ever came to Amity Park because they were all just nearby. He learned no relevant history besides Amity Park because there was nothing outside of Amity Park. When the realization had finally set in the world began to crumble into the void and it became a race against him and the void.
. Danny knew that he was fast but the void was faster, and before he knew it he was back in Amity. He was going to warn them and try to save as many people as he could. But saw something in their eyes. They already knew. Danny watched how teary eyes and big smiles, everyone and everything he loved crumbled into the void, fading into nothingness.
Scientists across the galaxy, the universe even, often theorize about how everything came to be. Well, it didn't start with a bang, that's for sure. 'Well then how did it start?' you might ask.
Well..., it started with some tears and a scream.
#dp x dc#ml x dc#ml x dp#dp x dc x ml crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dp dc crossover#dc x dp prompt#while I'll admit that I didn't think Danny's part very well I still think it's pretty angsty and sad#I'm also not a big fan of the Miraculous Ladybug show but I am proud of how good hers sounds#there's obviously more but if i add it it'll end up being to long so pt2 coming soon#also I'm very obviously setting up for Danny and Marinette to become fucking GODS#idk about Damien yet tho#think I'm going to let him simmer in jealousy for-#ahh shit im spoiling#nvrm that tag yall#wait till pt2
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She is literally so pretty who gave her the right
#gamer txt.#bug#insect#wasp#crochet#plush#sorry sorry this is very self congratulatory but like. i am actually so fucking proud of this#like. i made that. i made that!! holy shit!! this thing i love so fucking dearly and IM the one who made it!!#i just havent made myself happy like this in so long#so im subjecting you all to my wasp again
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idk if there's anything you can do about it but someone is using your chappell hot to go art on teepublic & I thought you would want to know if u don't already :(
Nice. love this for me./s
uhhh anyways thank you for bringing this to my attention @hyuckieberry! I’m gonna try to figure out TeePublic’s DMCA takedown request. which is very frustrating since i am from the Philippines. and DMCA is very much bound to just the USA.
for now, if anyone sees this, PLEASE HELP ME REPORT the account.
If anyone is interested in buying the tshirt/design, please consider supporting me, its up on my Redbubble. the only place where i have uploaded the design.
Honestly, simply reblogging and liking this or the original post i made will help immensely.
#narwhal speaks#chappell roan#chappell roan fanart#chappell roan fan merch#I thought i was finally having a good day and i was so proud of myself because i finally managed to get out of bed#after having a fucking relapse#and now this????????#it fucking sucks because the more i look into the DMCA takedown request of TeePublic#which btw very labor intensive and full of legal jargon i am ill equipped to follow#ITS LIKE ONLY FOR THE US????????????#I am currently living breathing in the philippines unfortunately#anyways uuuhhh#i’m gonna go cry and maybe my rage/frustrations can help me figure something out#i’m gonna be sick#hopefully my rage and frustration will keep me from spiralling back into a depressed state lol.#is this what i get for bedrotting for months?#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#fuck me gently with a fucking chainsaw
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THAT'S THE POWER OF... LOVE!!! ❤️🔥
#my art#promare#galolio#digital art#illustration#galo thymos#lio fotia#rewatched peak with my friends a few days ago and i was inspired to do this#it's a redraw of a piece from 2020! huge improvement#and i love how it turned out and am very proud of it#also i generated the title with a generator so shoutout to the promare title generator#this movie still fucks severely
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The Tolling Bells - Rated E
"I've always known you."
Here is the beginning, and this is where we are now.
In any life. 🌸🧁
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd fanfic#blackbonnet#if you're reading along at home: i'm so fucking sorry#chapter 11 is my favourite of all the ttb chapters and some of my favourite writing i've ever done#needless to say i am very proud of it#i hope you enjoy#and if you hate me i understand#hold tight. i'll see you on the other side#ttb
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I drew the scene
Also i quoted TAZ balance in an essay because there can be some deep ass quotes griffin pulls out of his ass, but then I remembered that essays are peer edited and now everyone will know that im a fucking nerd
#taz#the adventure zone#the adventure zone balance#balance campaign#taz taako#taz merle#taz magnus#taz lup#i am such a nerd#also i am very proud of this piece??#which i hate because this is the scene merle fucking sex talked plants#i hate him so much#taz fanart#fanart#what scene should i do next#im thinking of kravitz actually meeting taako#or the breaking of umbrastaff#let me know which one i should do
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 61
Chapter; Highlights (okay the entire chapter is a highlight)🤣
As requested @mysterylilycheeta I NEED TO SQUEAL IN WYVERN FANGIRL WITH YOU NOW CAUSE OH M GOODNESS THIS CHAPTER ON SO MANY LEVELS I JUST AHAKWIHUHFEJLZXBKEKA
Agony was a song in Lorcan's blood, his bones, his breath.
Every step of the horse, every leap she made over body and debris, sent it ringing afresh. There was no end, no mercy from it. It was all he could do to keep in the saddle, to cling to consciousness.
To keep his arm around Elide.
She had come for him. Had found him, somehow, on this endless battlefield.
His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he'd felled, I, and waited for his last breaths.
And now, charging toward that too-distant keep, so far behind the droves of soldiers and riders racing for the gates, he wondered if these minutes would be his last. Her last.
She had come for him.
Lorcan managed to glance toward the dam on their right. Toward the ruk rider signaling that it was only a matter of minutes until it unleashed hell over the plain.
He didn't know how it had become weakened. Didn't care.
Still Elide kept urging the horse onward, kept them on as straight a path toward the distant keep as possible.
No ruk would come to sweep them up. No, his luck had been spent in surviving this long, in her finding him. His power would do nothing against that water.
The farthest lines of panicked soldiers appeared, and Farasha charged past them.
Elide let out a sob, and he followed the line of her sight.
To the keep gate, still open.
"Faster, Farasha!" She didn't hide the raw terror in her voice, the desperation.
Once the dam broke, it would take less than a minute for the tidal wave to reach them.
She had come for him. She had found him.
The world went quiet. The pain in his body faded into nothing. Into something secondary.
Lorcan slid his other arm around Elide, bringing his mouth close to her ear as he said, "You have to let me go."
Each word was gravelly, his voice strained nearly to the point of uselessness.
Elide didn't shift her focus from the keep ahead. "No."
That gentle quiet flowed around him, clearing the fog of pain and battle. "You have to. You have to, Elide. I'm too heavy-and without my weight, you might make it to the keep in time."
"No." The salt of her tears filled his nose.
Lorcan brushed his mouth over her damp cheek, ignoring the roaring pain in his body. The horse galloped and galloped, as if she might outrace death itself.
"I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him in the wind. "And I will be with you ..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you always."
He was not frightened of what would come for him once he tumbled off the horse. He was not frightened at all, if it meant her reaching the keep.
So Lorcan kissed Elide's cheek again, allowed himself to breathe in her scent one last time. "I love you," he repeated, and began to withdraw his arms from around her waist.
Elide slapped a hand onto his forearm. Dug in her nails, right into his skin, fierce as any ruk.
"No."
There were no tears in her voice. Nothing but solid, unwavering steel.
"No," she said again. The voice of the Lady of Perranth.
Lorcan tried to move his arm, but her grip would not be dislodged.
If he tumbled off the horse, she would go with him.
Together. They would either outrun this or die together.
"Elide-"
But Elide slammed her heels into the horse's sides.
Slammed her heels into the dark flank and screamed, "FLY, FARASHA." She cracked the reins. "FLY, FLY, FLY!"
And gods help her, that horse did.
As if the god that had crafted her filled the mare's lungs with his own breath, Farasha gave a surge of speed.
Faster than the wind. Faster than death.
Farasha cleared the first of the fleeing Darghan cavalry. Passed desperate horses and riders at an all-out gallop for the gates.
Her mighty heart did not falter, even when Lorcan knew it was raging to the point of bursting.
Less than a mile stood between them and the keep.
But a thunderous, groaning crack cleaved the world, echoing off the lake, the mountains.
There was nothing he could do, nothing that brave, unfaltering horse could do, as the dam ruptured.
Rowan made himself stand there, to watch the last moments of the Lady of Perranth and his former commander. It was all he could offer: witnessing their deaths, so he might tell the story to those he encountered. So they would not be forgotten.
The roaring of the oncoming wave became deafening, even from miles away.
Still Elide and Lorcan raced, Farasha passing horse after horse after horse.
Even up here, would they escape the wave's reach? Rowan dared to survey the battlements, to assess if he needed to get the others, needed to get Aelin, to higher ground.
But Aelin was not at his side.
She was not on the battlement at all.
Rowan's heart halted. Simply stopped beating as a ruddy-brown ruk dropped from the skies, spearing for the center of the plain.
Arcas, Borte's ruk. A golden-haired woman dangling from his talons.
Aelin. Aelin was—
Arcas neared the earth, talons splaying.
Aelin hit the ground, rolling, rolling, until she uncoiled to her feet.
Right in the path of that wave.
"Oh gods," Fenrys breathed, seeing her, too.
They all saw her.
The queen on the plain.
The endless wall of water surging for her.
The keep stones began shuddering. Rowan threw out a hand to brace himself, fear like nothing he had known ripping through him as Aelin lifted her arms above her head.
A pillar of fire shot up around her, lifting her hair with it.
The wave roared and roared for her, for the army behind her.
The shaking in the keep was not from the wave.
It was not from that wall of water at all.
Cracks formed in the earth, splintering across it. Spiderwebbing from Aelin.
"The hot springs," Chaol breathed. "The valley floor is full of veins into the earth itself."
Into the burning heart of the world.
The keep shook, more violently this time.
The pillar of fire sucked back into Aelin.
She held out a hand before her, her fist closed.
As if it would halt the wave in its tracks.
He knew then. Either as her mate or carranam, he knew.
"Three months," Rowan breathed.
The others stilled.
"Three months," he said again, his knees wobbling. "She's been making the descent into her power for three months."
Every day she had been with Maeve, bound in iron, she had gone deeper. And she had not tapped too far into that power since they'd freed her because she had kept making the plunge.
To gather up the full might of her magic.
Not for the Lock, not for Erawan.
But for Maeve's death blow.
A few weeks of descent had taken her powers to devastating levels. Three months of it
…
Holy gods. Holy rutting gods.
And when her fire hit the wall of water now towering over her, when they collided —
"GET DOWN!" Rowan bellowed, over the screaming waters. "GET DOWN NOW!"
His companions dropped to the stones, any within earshot doing the same.
Rowan plummeted into his power. Plummeted into it fast and hard, ripping out any remaining shred of magic.
Elide and Lorcan were still too far from the gates. Thousands of soldiers were still too far from the gates as the wave crested above them.
As Aelin opened her hand toward it.
Fire erupted.
Cobalt fire. The raging soul of a flame.
A tidal wave of it.
Taller than the raging waters, it blasted from her, flaring wide.
The wave slammed into it. And where water met a wall of fire, where a thousand years of confinement met three months of it, the world exploded.
Blistering steam, capable of melting flesh from bone, shot across the plain.
With a roar, Rowan threw all that remained of his magic toward the onslaught of steam, a wall of wind that shoved it toward the lake, the mountains.
Still the waters came, breaking against the flames that did not so much as yield an inch.
Maeve's death blow. Spent here, to save the army that might mean Terrasen's salvation. To spare the lives on the plain.
Rowan gritted his teeth, panting against his fraying power. A burnout lurked, deadly close.
The raging wave threw itself over and over and over into the wall of flame.
Rowan didn't see if Elide and Lorcan made it into the keep. If the other soldiers and riders on the plain stopped to gape.
Princess Hasar said, rising beside him, "That power is no blessing."
"Tell that to your soldiers," Fenrys snarled, standing, too.
"I did not mean it that way," Hasar snipped, and awe was indeed stark on her face.
Rowan leaned against the battlements, panting hard as he fought to keep the lethal steam from flowing toward the army. As he cooled and sent it whisking away.
Solid hands slid under his arms, and then Fenrys and Gavriel were there, propping him up between them.
A minute passed. Then another.
The wave began to lower. Still the fire burned.
Rowan's head pounded, his mouth going dry.
Time slipped from him. A coppery tang filled his mouth.
The wave lowered farther, raging waters quieting. Then roaring turned to lapping, rapids into eddies.
Until the wall of flame began to lower, too. Tracking the waters down and down and down. Letting them seep into the cracks of the earth.
Rowan's knees buckled, but he held on to his magic long enough for the steam to lessen.
For it, too, to be calmed.
It filled the plain, turning the world into drifting mist. Blocking the view of the queen in its center.
Then silence. Utter silence.
Fire flickered through the mist, blue turning to gold and red. A muted, throbbing glow.
Rowan spat blood onto the battlement stones, his breath like shards of glass in his throat.
The glowing flames shrank, steam rippling past. Until there was only a slim pillar of fire, veiled in the mist-shrouded plain.
Not a pillar of fire.
But Aelin.
Glowing white-hot. As if she had given herself so wholly to the flame that she had become fire herself.
The Fire-Bringer someone whispered down the battlements.
The mist rippled and billowed, casting her into nothing but a glowing effigy.
The silence turned reverent.
A gentle wind from the north swept down. The veil of mist pulled back, and there she was.
She glowed from within. Glowed golden, tendrils of her hair floating on a phantom wind.
"Mala's Heir," Yrene breathed.
Down on the plain, Elide and Lorcan had halted.
The wind pushed away more of the drifting mist, clearing the land beyond Aelin.
And where that mighty, lethal wave had loomed, where death had charged toward them, nothing remained at all.
For three months, she had sung to the darkness and the flame, and they had sung back.
For three months, she had burrowed so deep inside her power that she had plundered undiscovered depths. While Maeve and Cairn had worked on her, she had delved. Never letting them know what she mined, what she gathered to her, day by day by day.
A death blow. One to wipe a dark queen from the earth forever.
She'd kept that power coiled in herself even after she'd been freed from the irons. Had struggled to keep it down these weeks, the strain enormous. Some days, it had been easier to barely speak. Some days, swaggering arrogance had been her key to ignoring it.
Yet when she had seen that wave, when she had seen Elide and Lorcan choosing death together, when she had seen the army that might save Terrasen, she'd known. She'd felt the fire sleeping under this city, and knew they had come here for a reason.
She had come here for this reason.
A river still flowed from the dam, harmless and small, wending toward the lake.
Nothing more.
Aelin lifted a glowing hand before her as blessed, cooling emptiness filled her at last.
Slowly, starting from her fingertips, the glow faded.
As if she were forged anew, forged back into her body.
Back into Aelin.
Clarity, sharp and crystal clear, filled its wake. As if she could see again, breathe again.
Inch by inch, the golden glow faded into skin and bone. Into a woman once more.
Already, a white-tailed hawk launched skyward.
But as the last of the glow faded, disappearing out through her toes, Aelin fell to her knees.
Fell to her knees in the utter silence of the world, and curled onto her side.
She had the vague sense of strong, familiar arms scooping her up. Of being carried onto a broad feathery back, still in those arms.
Of soaring through the skies, the last of the mist rippling away into the afternoon sun.
And then sweet darkness.
#Chapter 61#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Lorcan Salvaterre#Elide Lochan#Elorcan#Aelin Galathynius#Chaol Westfall#Rowan Whitethorn#Fenrys Moonbeam#Gavriel#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 61 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Agony was in his very blood-Summons-She had come for him-Let go.No.Always?-She came this far-THANK YOU ELIDE-The voice of Perranth#My lady-Together till the end-if only the horse could Fly-A prayer-Made himself watch-But Aelin-hell yes-So he might tell the story#Not forgotten-For her friends-To get Aelin-Where was she?MY HEART-The shaking was her-The springs-He knew-Three months#Every single day-But for Maeve’s meant for Maeve-she knew he’d know-his power the counteracting-GET FUCKING DOWN-She had not given up#A thousand years for here months endured & one moment-Spent here-To save them-Burnout or Blessing-UTTER Awe-A miracle#A curse to enemies-All of them really-she drained the bank & there he was-THE FIRE BRINGER-glowing blinding white out for the world#she became the flame-Master of death-heir of Fire-Nothing remained-That’s what was eating her alive-Its grief but more-she was still—#capturing flame-She didnt want2lose it either-It was all of it-But also Aelin had a plan-be glad4it-They would save them she didnt need it#Back to Aelin-She began fighting-Quiet-Fell to what he knows-Sweet darkness-the power dive#No.#You know it’s bad when Rowan’s prayingWhen even Yrene is praying but not save to give peace&painless ends but Aelin’s off to save the day#Not for the Lock not for Erawan. But for Maeve's death blow. & now to save Elide; Marion would be proud#the way he’s thinking about I’ve gotta get Aelin out of here#Into the burning heart of the world. — the world shuddered#Aelin I am a god Galathynius-The raging soul of a flame-thats her-shed made the final descent right then for Elide-Rowan plummeted for her#Spent here to save the army that might mean Terrasens salvation-not2kill2spareNoblessinNocurseMiracleWomanA war won-friends held him up#One hell of a rumor-Gentle from the north-Malas Heir-she had sung to the darkness&flame&they had sung backthe same story#GETDOWN.Back into Aelin he was there there how did he get there so fast?sweet darkness 1 last time
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“‘S normal for Soldier to be the first one to wake up, but he usually sends Scout over to wake me - 'n this one was really early, even for ol' Jane. He held out his helmet to me, upside down - had a little gray fox cub in it!”
Hello hi I am Not Dead!! Finals are just kicking my ass at the moment! Despite that, I really wanted to draw this post made by my favorite Sniper blog I’ve had the delight to interact with, @leadshootingcupid !!! (GIVE HIM A FOLLOW ASK HIM AND HIS TEAM QUESTIONS RAAAAAAH GENUINELY THE MOST IN-CHARACTER ASKBLOGS I’VE SEEN!!!) Had a BLAST drawing this and actually doing a background for once! Now to never do it again-
#I had a version with sniper’s glasses but it looked kinda weird so you get this one <3#also if you ask me where this is you are going in the Void (I took some liberties and also I am NOT looking at maps. too hard to draw rn!!)#fuck o clock in the morning implies like 4am but the scene didn’t look right without some lighting. also pretty highlights ooooo~#So so proud of this piece!!!! I’m very happy with it :3#ok gotta stop rambling. I’m going directly to bed after this. a mimir#tf2#team fortress 2#team fortress two#sniper tf2#soldier tf2#bush art#SHIT I FORGOT MY WATERMARK AGAIN. FUCK. I’mnot gonn.a fix that gnighht
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i will not inundate the tags with my little dog but heres some full bodies of his layers or something. I cannot beleive i didnt do this last time. His vest is functioning and everything. also have him grovelling over here
#my gooby#his shirt is kind of fucked up but i am also proud of it. its PLEATED!!!!#it was fun but a little tricky to pull off small scale#it was also meant to have functioning buttons but the shirt style doesnt let you see the buttons so that... failed. thats fine#i didnt plan to change his clothes. Again. hes very tall. i dont want to make many outfits im sorry.#also him being so tall gives him weird proportions when i take pictures. he does have a big head but some of these. gwuahaha#rodya doll
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he's just confused as to where you even found wrapping paper honestly
and a silly doodle i drew really small because i'm trying to force my handwriting to be legible (in case you cant read it: "if you don't like it that's ok-" (interrupting) "I'M KEEPING IT FOREVER AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME." "OK."
#tagging AM because he helped me draw this :-) and gave many compliments even though he drew part of it. heheeh#mine#am ihnmaims#ihnmaims#i have no mouth and i must scream#allied mastercomputer#VERY proud of his lil expression. it takes fucking skill to make a faceless character emote. god damn#what did you get him for christmas? he's never gotten a present before so make it good! (or something terrible if you wanna be mean. lol!!)
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