#forgot to post smh

[valentronic]

concept design for a more “fishy” bad batter because I kept thinking about troquantary- plus a batter for comparison’s sake

[leviachansbaka]

no words brain empty

[daycourtofficial]

Secret exchanges

Summary: a few weeks after the aftermath of Rhys’s banishment, your mate, the new High Lord of the Autumn Court, has a secret meeting with someone from your family.

Author’s note: this is set pretty soon after I am ash from your fire ☺️

Warnings: furthering my sexy Eris agenda by letting him be a smidge cunty

Word count: ~1k

“Shadowsinger.”

“High Lord.”

The titles were exchanged with tense tones as both males look each other over in hopes of finding a nearly fatal wound they could exploit. Coming up short of that, the two watch each other with uncertain gazes, this meeting marking something new.

The Illyrian steps closer, holding out a box in his scarred hands. The new high lord accepts the parcel, looking inside to ensure everything is accounted for. Underneath the lid, the box contains six beautifully decorated mint chocolate cupcakes from the bakery you adore that’s nestled in the heart of Velaris.

“Are condolences in order?”

Eris sneers at Azriel’s taunting tone, snapping the lid to the cupcakes, “only to the foolish noblemen my father made rich. It feels as if everyone in Autumn can breathe properly now that a foul stench has dissipated.”

Males of lesser intelligence could have pieced together the timeline between Rhys banishing you from Night and Eris assassinating Beron within a 24 hour span. Despite his feelings for the red head before him, Azriel was impressed at how swiftly he took the reins.

Azriel inspects the male before him, somehow standing taller than he had previously seen, as if the weight of the world were lifted from his shoulders. His pale skin glowed in the sunlight passing through the trees, and he looked as if the Earth had molded him herself. He almost glowed beneath his skin, as if his veins crackled with pure fire.

Azriel knew Rhys was blowing things out of proportion by banishing you, and Azriel, along with the rest of the inner circle, had no idea how to help you or to let you know that they didn’t care.

Well, they did care. They cared a lot. He and Cassian alone spent several hours sparring trying to work through their rage at the Cauldron’s choice of mate for you.

They weren’t thrilled by this situation, but ultimately they understood that this wasn’t your choice, and while it is your choice now, Azriel of all people couldn’t hate you for trying to make your mating bond work.

He wanted to hate you, though. When he was first told of your banishment, he wanted to destroy your room, destroy any and all memories of this betrayal. He spent days in a fog, running through his meticulous backlog of scheduling to figure out when and how such a ‘relationship’ had occurred.

He had finally left his room in a rage and was on his way to your room when he ran into Nesta, where she practically dragged Azriel by his ear to the training ring. She forced Azriel to spar with her, forcing him to talk about why it hurt so badly.

It would be easy for him to write off your banishment as the right thing to do under the guise of his hatred for Eris. But the real truth, settled deep, deep down in his bones, was that you were the only other member of the family who wasn’t paired off.

He felt less alone when you were around. Not that he had any inclinations towards you. It just didn't feel as crushing with someone else to share the burden. Now with you being gone, albeit not of your own accord, he felt that loneliness seep back in, that deep desire for someone to love him wholly.

But now you’re off, banished not only from your court, but from your family. Rhys had commanded all of them to cease any contact with you directly.

Technically Eris was a workaround.

Azriel could never deny you, especially not when it came to your obsession with the cupcakes he just handed to Eris, the two of you sneaking off on several occasions to satisfy the sweet tooth you shared.

Despite every part of screaming to do so, he couldn’t deny your mate when he came to the shadowsinger, asking for an olive branch.

Azriel cleared his throat, not wanting to spend anymore time with the newly appointed High Lord, but still needing some update on you, “how is she?”

Eris sighed, mulling over how to answer the shadowsinger. His thoughts went to you, and how you always spoke fondly of Azriel. You’d never keep the truth from Azriel, despite keeping the mating bond from him. You hated not telling anyone in your family, a topic of conversation you and Eris constantly circled back to.

“Coping as you would expect,” the new high lords words making Azriel feel worse than he did before. The shadowsinger’s eyes move to the ground, and in a rare move, decides to extend an olive branch of his own.

For you. He would do this for you.

“I don’t agree with Rhys’s actions.”

Eris raises his eyebrows, “ah, so the dogs can disagree with their master.”

Azriel’s snarl causes Eris’s lip to curl in a smirk, but he holds his hands up in surrendor.

“I never expected you or the other one to ever disagree with him, at least never admitting it to me.”

Hazel eyes meet amber, a mask over his features as he slits his eyes in warning.

“Don’t make me regret disagreeing with Rhys.”

Eris’s expression softens at the Illyrian despite the obvious threat lacing his words. He looks down at his fingers, inspecting his nails as if he can't be bothered to look at Azriel anymore.

“If I ever do anything that would make you regret it, you and the other brutes may come and dispose of me yourselves. The honor would belong to you, if she doesn’t wish to collect.”

Azriel turned to leave, but was stopped by Eris’s voice.

“Before you go,” Azriel turned as Eris procured several sealed envelopes with your handwriting on the front.

“I was instructed to leave these with you.”

Azriel grabs the letters from Eris’s hands, as if he would burn them in front of the Shadowsinger, taunting him further with any contact to you.

In his hands lay several letters, each one addressed to a member of your family except for Rhysand.

Eris’s voice chimes back in, “she wanted to write to him. Couldn’t find the words.”

He shrugs, turning his back on the Shadowsinger as he starts walking back through the orchard, flowers blooming all around them.

“Or perhaps she knew he would skin you alive if you delivered it to him before he was ready.”

[keii]

no sense of personal space

[ahbogman]

warmth.

[devinwolfi]

TOHEEB JIMOH as SAM OBISANYA Ted Lasso S01E01 – Pilot

[wardingshout]

your alttp link and zelda art scratches my brain in such a way ill never get over

I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT !!!! that's the exact thing they're doing to me too so it's so exciting if it's not just me !! and like if I could put some of those little brain demons into art...

I like to think Zelda doesn't smile all that much like she's just kinda stiff and awkward but then when she does smile it's goofy big smile...

[factual-fantasy]

I have learned a veeeery valuable lesson while making this comic.

If I'm getting burnt out on a project and decide to take a break by drawing whatever I want?.. I absolutely should NOT make a giant comic that induces the same exhaustion that the first project did- BUT that's okay, the comic is done and the lesson has been learned. <XD

As for this comic, it was only a matter of time before I drew something angsty for my Calico Jack. You know, with him being a rough and tough pirate.. I imagine he’s been through some horrible things. Things that still effect him to this day. And the worst part about them is that he probably doesn’t even really recognize these things as problems. “That’s just how its always been.” Maybe he’d say. The fact that he cant sleep in a quiet room without his heart pounding out of his chest.. its “normal”. Its always been like that.

But then you have Natquik. He joked at the campfire about his traumatizing experience living in the Antarctic. But I think deep down he knows that it was messed up. He still knows what things are, and are not good behaviors. Jack sitting stiff on the couch, riddled with anxiety over the silence outside.. is not good. And poor Nat wants to help. But its been a long time since he’s been around people.. So the only reference he has for comforting people is his experience as a polar scout leader. Staying awake all night to guard the den so the cubs could sleep peacefully is something he would do very frequently.

It was a little silly in practice. An old fox guarding a grizzled pirate while he slept? It was odd.. but its all Natquik could really think of to help Jack..

Well, he was lucky that it was exactly what Jack needed.

[oldinterneticons]

Top icons posted to @oldinterneticons in June 2024

[0bir]

fruit-taur oc, any pronouns say hi to Mella

he was either going to be a melon, honeydew, mango or a dragonfruit but in the end i just settled on watermelon +-+"

[royalarchivist]

Pac and Mike somehow figured out a way to get back into the Nether.

[en-chi-la-da]

man you guys really like hinadam huh? :)

[kathrins-sketchbook]

Nauglamir Tryptich

[nexo-nex]

i have many problems with eah's soft reboot from around 2016, but one of my biggest gripes i have with it is the sideline of briar on merchandise/promo material when she is part of the main 4 core cast, tho she gets ignored or sometimes downright replaced by other characters like ashlynn or holly

[freakbullet]

The way you draw Gaster is just 😩🤌

hehehe thanks... he's my lil meowmeow

it's really old but have a sketch

[spiderbitz]

HII heres some Real Old qsmp doodles:DD mostly roier cos i am Insane