#dark fae moon

[sourtomatola]

My request is fay Sun and Moon dressed in the Eclipse's date outfit.

Congrats on 1000 followers!

Thank you guys so much for all the requests!!

Oh, I do have another version of the boys in fancy fae-wear

Thing on your swing masterpost

[bloodvampyr]

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[kalaschnikowia]

꒰ঌ𓁺໒꒱

[sourtomatola]

aaaaaaaAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I can't get over how beautiful this is!! The gorgeous detail to their veils! The fantastic way the plant's set on Moon's waist, adn little fairies around the borderline! THEIR FANTASTIC HANDSSSSSS

I love the background to this as well, its all so amazing and beautiful!! I can't get over it!

Thank you thank you thank you!!!

Hey @sourtomatola I’m your secret santa!

Hope you like these! Happy holidays!💕🎉

More under the cut :)

[misskohane]

"Preludes in autumn"

September 20th, 2024 ~ Yeats Country

[umbralgrove]

Under the Strange Moon- A3

Original artwork my me ✨

Created with 0.05-0.3mm fineliner pens

[lilmissiamenough]

[sourtomatola]

Now presenting, Thing on your Swing part 2! (Part 1 found here)

DONE!!

This was a doozie, thanks for being patient with me XD

Read the original here

[theemeraldforestafterdark]

Not the best photos, but that is her: the full Snow Moon. With my eyes, I could see her between the branches, as low as she was in photo #1. I was thinking along the lines of the Fae feasting and partying in their great hall, in the way it is often spoken about in folklore. The moon doubling as their main hall light.

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 51

He didn't care, didn't marvel that he was soon to be airborne on one of those incredible beasts. Didn't care that tomorrow, they would all take on the dark army gathered beyond.

He'd fought in more battles, more wars, than he cared to remember. Tomorrow would be little different, save for the demons they'd slay, rather than men or Fae.

Demons like his former queen, apparently.

He had offered himself to her, had wanted her, or believed he did. And she had laughed at him. He didn't know what it meant. About her, about himself.

He'd thought his darkness, Hellas's gifts, had been drawn to her, that they'd been matched.

Perhaps the dark god had wanted him not to swear fealty to Maeve, but to kill her. To get close enough to do so.

Lorcan didn't adjust his cape against the gust of frigid air off the distant lake. Rather, he leaned into the cold, into the ice on the wind. As if it might rip away the truth.

There was no fear or pity on her face, her black hair gilded by the torches and campfires. Of all of them, she'd mastered the news with little difficulty, stepping up to the desk as if she'd been born on a battlefield.

"I didn't know," he said, voice strained.

Elide knew what he meant. "We have bigger things to worry about anyway."

He took a step toward her. "I didn't know," he said again.

She tipped her head back to study his face and pursed her mouth, a muscle ticking in her jaw. "Do you want me to give you some sort of absolution for it?"

"I served her for nearly five hundred years. Five hundred years, and I just thought her to be immortal and cold."

"That sounds like the definition of a Valg to me."

He bared his teeth. "You live for eons and see what it does to you, Lady."

"I don't see why you're so shocked. Even with her being immortal and cold, you loved her. You must have accepted those traits. What difference does it make what we call her, then?"

"I didn't love her."

"You certainly acted like you did."

Lorcan snarled, "Why is that the point you keep returning to, Elide? Why is it the one thing you cannot let go of?"

"Because I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster."

"Why?" He pushed into her space. She didn't balk one step.

Indeed, her eyes were blazing as she hissed, "Because it will help me understand how I did the same."

Her voice snagged on the last words, and Lorcan stilled as they settled into them. He'd never ... he'd never had anyone who-

"Is it a sickness?" she demanded. "Is it something broken within you?"

"Elide." Her name was a rasp on his lips. Lorcan dared reach a hand for her. But she pulled out of reach. "If you think that because you swore the blood oath to Aelin, it means anything for you and me, you're sorely mistaken. You're immortal-I'm human. Let us not forget that little fact, either."

Lorcan nearly recoiled at the words, their horrible truth. He was five hundred years old He should walk away—he shouldn't be so damned bothered by any of this. And yet Lorcan snarled, "You're jealous. That's what truly eats away at you."

Elide barked a laugh that he'd never heard before, cruel and sharp. "Jealous? Jealous of what? That demon you served?" She squared her shoulders, a wave cresting before it smashed into the shore. "The only thing that I am jealous of, Lorcan, is that she is rid of you."

Lorcan hated that the words landed like a blow. That he had no defenses left where she was concerned. "I'm sorry," he said. "For all of it, Elide." There, he'd said it, and laid it out before her. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

But Elide's face did not warm. "I don't care," she said, turning on her heel. "And I don't care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.

"I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her."

"And that means he earns my forgiveness?"

"No. But you have to realize that he swore the blood oath to Aelin for you. For no one else. So he could remain near you. Even knowing well enough that you will have a mortal lifespan."

The birds shifted on their feet, rustling their wings in anticipation of flight. She knew. Had known it the moment he'd knelt before Aelin. Weeks later, Elide hadn't known what to do with it, the knowledge that Lorcan had done this for her. The longing to talk to him, to work with him as they had. She'd hated herself for it. For not trying to hold on to her anger longer.

It was why she'd gone after him tonight.

Not to punish him, but herself. To remind herself of who he'd sold their queen to, how profoundly mistaken she had been.

And her parting line to him ... it was a lie.

A disgusting, hateful lie.

Elide turned to Gavriel again. "I don't—" The Lion was gone. And for the cold flight over the army, then over the sea of darkness spread between it and the ancient city, even that wise voice who had whispered for the entirety of her life had gone quiet.

[maledictus-maleficus]

" I know my brother's palace is beautiful beyond comprehension-- "

" --much like its owner. "

She's glaring. " Ahem! Like I was saying, I know it's really nice, but you seriously might get trapped if you get too lost in its comforts. " She should know. She almost fell victim to that once.

" If everyone's happy, content, and secure, I don't see what the big deal is.. " He's pouting.

[bloodvampyr]

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[madmanwonder]

(prompt, crossover, yu-gi-oh, fate, love at the first sight) Morgana falls in Ryo at the first sight.

“You has earned my affection and my hand in marriage My Love.” Morgan said in a stoic yet lovestruck tone of voice.

Ryo jaw dropped to the floor when the servant he accidentally summoned to his room had casually announced her love for him and her sudden marriage proposal to him.

“WHAT!?” He exclaimed, stumbling back into shock and far from the stoic yet menacing beauty who was staring at him with an intense expression.

“I love you and you will be my husband forever and always will be my love.”

[dorfdisco]

the electric fence makes my heart do dance

[bones-ivy-breath]

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, from The Family Library of Poetry and Song edited by William Cullen Bryant, 1886

[catcr4ft]

Lucien’s Pokémon team would be mostly comprised of fire types… and a surprising amount of dark types, as well as like (1) fairy (the fairy is tied to her character arc) her ace is def hisuian typlosion, she has a volcarona, a liepard, maybe a small fire or dark type and a glass canon/powerful sweeper pokemon