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Sophie, girl, you're going to need to try harder. Kamala is anime protagonist levels of dense.
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Stepford Cuckoos
#stepford cuckoos#skyler samuels#frost sisters#the gifted#esme frost#esme cuckoo#sophie frost#sophie cuckoo#Phoebe Frost#phoebe cuckoo
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I've wanted to make a triptych of this moment, separating out each of the Cuckoos, for awhile now
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Here is some fanart of the most recent chapter of ruthlessness!
For the upcoming poll, I was thinking about posting fanart, with requests from ya'll, so give me some ideas! What do you all want to see?
#the gifted#lauren strucker#andy strucker#fenris#laurenstrucker#marvel#ao3 fanfic#marvel shows#esme frost#frost sisters#diamond#x men fandom#gifted x men#spoilers#pheobe frost#sophie frost#character death
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endless esme frost: 2/?
#endless esme#esme frost#esmefrostedit#the gifted#thegiftededit#esme cuckoo#esmecuckooedit#frost sisters#myedit
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friendships end. relationships end. black turtleneck is forever
#fashion#black turtlenecks#The Gifted#Frost Sisters#Esme Frost#Polaris#Lorna Dane#Skyler Samuels#Emma Dumont#I could've done more#but I'm lazy
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Miss Elain in the gardens <3
It’s been a while since I finished a full piece phew but she deserves it
#digital art#theredcrane#fantasy#fanart#sarah j maas#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#elain archeron#pro elain#elain acotar#archeron sisters#art#a court of silver flames#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#a court of frost and starlight
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Eris was so real for this lmao
#I cackled#lmfao#he has a point#Cassian why did u fuck ur sister#sarah j maas#sjm#acowar#elucien#acomaf#acotar#a court of wings and ruin#a court of mist and fury#a court of thorns and roses#lol#pro eris vanserra#eris vanserra#eris eris eris#pro elucien#eris acotar#eris vandaddy#acosf#acofas#a court of frost and starlight#a court of silver flames#Eris is so funny tho#pro Eris#vanserra brothers
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Neon Moon
Azriel x Reader/Rhysand’s Sister - Angst
Rhysand’s sister grapples with a one-sided mating bond that has yet to snap for the Shadowsinger. When a drunken night brings the two closer together than ever, Azriel is made aware of a circumstance that could change the course of her life.
This is a one-shot that is able to be read as a stand-alone fic.
This is also a prequel to Wicked Felina and elements of this prequel will be involved in the remainder of the series. Wicked Felina Part 5
Warnings: Sexual content, alcohol, language, age difference concerns
Y/N - 19 Years Old
When the sun goes down on my side of town, that lonsesome feeling comes to my door.
Pretty moans echo through the walls of the House of Wind only broken by an ocasional deep groan.
I roll over with an aggravated sigh, pulling an overstuffed pillow across the back of my head, covering my ears. Not that it will do any good. Curse being High Fae and the exceptional hearing that comes with it.
I lay awake, taking deep breaths, trying to sink into the starry depths of my mind but Azriel’s hook-up of the week lets out a particularly loud cry of pleasure before her moans are muffled by what I assume is a gloved hand and a low reprimand.
I roll my eyes. He may as well chide her with a warning of “Shh, don’t wake the baby.” by the way he treats me.
Never mind the fact that I am an adult now. I have tits for cauldron’s sake, nice ones at that. I wouldn’t be wearing this oversized, ridiculously soft knit sweater if I didn’t.
And yet he still views me as a child.
It’s cruel to think that on my eighteenth name day, a golden thread snapped. Tethering my soul to him… and yet, he has no clue. That, or he does, and has no intention of acting on it, refusing to view me as anything other than the little sister of his best friend.
I’ve got a table for two, way in the back where I sit alone and I think of losing you.
So I grin and bear it. And if I happen to wear clothing a bit too cheeky when he is around and other males inevitably gawk at my exposed skin, thus prompting the overprotective bat to shuck his sweater off and toss it to me, and then I spend the rest of the night drinking him under the table? Well, that will have to do for now. So, I wait for the day his soul is ready to seek mine.
Y/N - 21 years old
He’s watching her again. He always does. She dances through the room like petals on a breeze, enamoring the crowd with vivacious conversation as she skirts throughout those gathered in the room. How will I ever compare to the radiant and lovely enigma that is THE Morrigan? I shouldn’t feel bitterness toward my cousin and yet I do. I get why people flock to her, she’s kind and lovely, strong, somehow both approachable and unobtainable. She’s a total pain in my ass busybody cousin-acting-as-older-sister I never wanted.
I requested that the band play Azriel’s favorite song tonight. The one time he’ll loosen up and let himself enjoy a moment. It has become a routine, our dance. The one time that he holds me a little closer. The one time I can pretend he sees me as the mature female that I am and not the child I was.
But tonight, the song plays, and it’s Morrigan in his arms, not me. It’s not the first time he’s chosen her over me. When she’s here, I don’t exist.
I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t watch this.
I spend most every night beneath the light of a Neon Moon.
I turn to leave, exiting the hall, winding through the crowd of pompous nobility from all courts. The garden. I’ll find solace in the garden, beneath the glittering stars, among the fragrant blooms. Sneaking down a quiet corridor and out a shadowed alcove, a guard opens the door for me and the warm, lavender scented breeze greets me like a friend. My steps fall swiftly, distancing myself from the evening revelry. As I wind down a path of blooming roses, a loose stone causes my sole to slip, bracing myself for the fall and the sting of rock to my palms. Instead, I am shocked to feel warm, strong arms catching me. Looking up at my savior, a few long golden locks of hair fall over the concerned, emerald green eyes staring down at me.
Y/N - four months later
“Shit, Shadowsinger. You look like you could use this more than me.”
The start of a grin tilts the left corner of his lips upward as an incredulous laugh slips from his throat. Reaching a scarred hand toward the bottle of my brother’s finer wine and swiping it from me.
Azriel’s hazel eyes assess the bottle, giving a raise of his brow. “Looks like you’ve done a number on this one already.”
“I never do things halfway.” I tease. Giving a nod toward the wine that was indeed half-empty. His dark brows rise again as I unveil a second bottle before he could remark on it. “Some Spymaster you are. You should’ve know I’d come prepared with the best selections from Rhys’ secret-” The playful jest is interrupted by the tickle of a shadow trailing up my arm and spiriting the second bottle right out of my hand, eliciting a pout of my lower lip.
“Hey, now that’s just greedy.”
The handsome planes of Azriel’s face illuminate in the twilight, causing my heart to stir. Perhaps it’s the way the night shrouds him in ominous twilight, or the way his shadows sit strewn across his shoulders but I know tonight was hard for him.
Mor had shown up to dinner as radiant as ever, a red dress clinging to her delicious curves, some male she’d picked up at Rita’s on her arm.
Now if you lose your one and only, there's always room here for the lonely
I should leave him alone but I can feel it in my chest. Stoic and broody? Yes. A lonely soul? Also yes.
And damn, do I know I deserve better than to be the female that will never be chosen first? Yes. And yet, he’s my mate and more importantly, my friend.
“Scooch over,” my arm waives in a correlating gesture. “This grass is dewy and cold and this dress is far too thin. Your leathers can handle the chill, I’m stealing your warmth.”
With a small shake of the head, a lock of raven hair falls over his forehead, Azriel scoots, exposing the vacated patch of grass for me to sit on. “Gods, it’s still chilly.” I complain as I swipe one of the bottles back from the Shadowsinger.
“Nobody asked you to come out here.”
“And yet here I am.”
Azriel eyes meet mine, a small flicker of emotion passing behind them. “Yes.” He whispers fondly. “Here you are.”
I ignore the blush threatening to redden my cheeks and fire back at him. “Your breath smells like a vineyard. You’d already gotten started on the drinking without me?”
Recognizing the rhetorical question for what it is, Azriel presses his lips to the bottle, tilting his head back as he takes a long swig of the bittersweet wine. My breath catches as a harsh swallow bobs his adam’s apple. Heat pools through me and I quickly turn away, searching for something, anything to distract from the effect he has on me.
To watch your broken dreams, dance in and out of the beams of a neon moon
Shadows dance around us, like figures on the wind, weaving in and out of the moon’s luminescent rays.
“Y/N…” I turn to face him as a scarred hand reaches for me before seemingly thinking better of it and pulling back. “I didn’t dance with you at the ball.”
It’s my turn to laugh incredulously. “That was months ago Azriel, why bring it up now?”
That peculiar flicker of emotion crosses his eyes again.
“I’m sorry.”
I pause, taken back by the apology. Had he known how much it hurt to see him dancing with her? Thinking on it, I can’t seem to grasp whether it is better or worse that way.
I freeze, grappling with emotion as he ruffles his hair with a scarred hand, dragging his palm over his face. “Y/N. The conflict that wars within me, it’s… .”
Confusion conveys on my features and I resist the urge to dive into his mind and read exactly what he’s thinking. “What?” I ask as his sentence trails into a void of lost words.
He shakes his head as if he’s already pushed whatever he was about to confess aside. Hurt washes through me and I begin to turn away. A broad, calloused palm grasps my wrist. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He leans closer, his wine addled breath mingling with my own, only centimeters separate his lips from mine.
I think of two young lovers running wild and free. I close my eyes and sometimes see you in the shadows.
I’m certain he can hear my heartbeat as it roars through my ears. My eyes flutter looking into his heavy-lidded hazel and onyx eyes. His head tilts, low voice barely more than a rumble.
“You’re everything.”
Azriel inhales, his gaze searching mine in a silent ask of permission, preparing to close the hairs-breadth of distance between our lips. Suddenly those lust-addled eyes go wide, nostrils flaring, and he abruptly pulls away, swiping my bottle of wine as he withdraws his hand. “You don’t need any more of this, Y/N. Go to bed.”
My mouth gapes slightly, processing what just happened. “What?”
“It’s late and I have to leave for a mission for your father in the morning.”
He stands straight, stretching out his tall body and those glorious, broad wings, stiff from sitting on the ground.
My heart is crushed, once again. The words that could change it all sitting on the tip of my tongue.
You’re my mate. You’re my mate. You’re my mate.
But his feelings for my cousin still run strong and we have centuries ahead of us. I refuse to be in second place.
Azriel extends a tanned arm to me, eyes now softened, a slight crease between his brows as he takes me in. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get inside.”
Taking his extended arm, we walk in silence through the grand entryway of the House of Wind, winding down the corridors within, stopping at my room, I murmur a rushed “goodnight.” before escaping behind the shield of my door, to the quiet lonesome solace of my room.
I sense Azriel’s presence outside my latched door for several moments before his steps pad down the hall opening the door one down from mine, into his room.
No telling how many tears I've sat here and cried, or how many lies that I've lied telling my poor heart he’ll come back someday.
Azriel
Azriel couldn’t take it. The way the walls closed in around him. Sleep was always just out of reach but tonight, he felt the weight on his chest in a crushing embrace.
If you lose your one and only, there's always room here for the lonely.
He’d spent the past few years dicking around, ignoring the shift he’d felt toward Y/N. For fuck’s sake, she was Rhysand’s little sister, barely an adult. She’d always gravitated toward him in her childhood. Looked up to him. And he cared so deeply for her, like a little sister. And then soon after her eighteenth birthday something began to shift in his chest. Something that he felt so incredibly wrong for feeling - and yet something he’d buried deep within begged him to accept that it was right.
He was a bastard for it and latched onto his feelings for Mor even harder, despite the fact that they’d simmered down in previous years. And then Y/N had changed her demeanor toward him and he knew- gods, he knew she wanted him but he couldn’t do it. Rhys would kill him for it if her father didn’t first. It was so wrong.
And it had gotten harder and harder recently. He’d brought females home, spent more time around Mor when she’d visit, anything to push her away without actually owning up to what his feelings were.
And then Mor had shown up on a whim tonight with some male that she’d picked up gods knows where, he couldn’t even fall back on clinging to her, leaving him forced to face how strongly he felt toward Y/N, so he’d indulged in booze and snuck out to sit beneath the moonlight and drown in his own pool of self-pity.
To watch your broken dreams dance in and out of the beams of a neon moon.
When she’d found him, any semblance of willpower was gone. Y/N was a goddess beneath the moonlight. Kind, strong, intelligent, and so damned beautiful and, out here, it was just the two of them. So, he’d finally given in. One kiss, one kiss would help him see how wrong this was. And yet as he leaned in, all he could feel was how right it seemed to be.
Until he’d inhaled, taking that final breath of courage to close the distance. That’s when he smelled it, the shift in her scent. Her scent was there but there was something somewhat familiar and earthen intertwined a scent so light and sweet, almost like roses. A scent that was not her own, not of her.
She was pregnant. He had no idea by whom but the realization sobered him up entirely. He swiped her wine and panicked. Did she know? Should he say something? Instead, like the older brother figure he’d once viewed himself as to her, he escorted her into the house and told her to go to bed, ensuring to keep the alcohol out of her reach.
Gods, he didn’t know what to do from here
He spent the rest of the night flying, taking in the stars and the moon as they shone brightly above, ethereal just like her.
He’d go on his mission this week, and Y/N and her mother would travel to the war camp that her father was at to visit him, and when she came back he’d talk it all out with her.
Yes, he’d support her and love her however she needed to be, whether it be as a friend, as chosen family, or as something more. It would all work out. It had to.
Come watch your broken dreams dance in and out of the beams of a neon moon.
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Although this is a one-shot, it is also the prequel to Wicked Felina, you can read Part 1 here.
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ACOTAR general: @lilah-asteria @thecollegecowgirl @mochibabycakes @nickishadow139
Wicked Felina tags: @glittervame @julesofvolterra @saltedcoffeescotch @candyjaypoppins @st4r-girl-official @nocasdatsgay @gxdsmonsters @honk4emoboyz
#acotar#sarah j maas#a court of thorns and roses#azriel#a court of silver flames#a court of frost and starlight#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#rhysand’s sister#Rhysand#Velaris#pre-acotar#azriel x rhysand’s sister#Tamlin#Spotify
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@midoristeashop One of your art concepts have Jack´s sister as the wind or something like that, and I zoned in SO hard. I figured that instead of being the wind, she could be the breeze instead; this sort of metaphorical representation of the small moments that make life worth living. The little things. The little guys. Like the breeze.
Also. ALSO. What if. What if Emily ended up dying not so long after jack? For different reasons, but...yeah. And she got transformed into yet another gentle spirit. And what if--what if she can remember Jack (Frost) but Jack can´t remember her? Or what if they can´t remember each other but the sibling bond is still there so they stick to each other?
OR WHAT IF. what if she got sent into the future and they got to reunite? what then. WHAT THEN
#your art makes me go RAAAWWWWR#I wanted to draw her for ages but couldnt get it quite right#thanks for the inspo#jack is there too I guess#jack frost#jack´s sister#emily overland#jack overland#rotg#rise of the guardians#doodle skadoodle
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Yeah this fic is in the making. I’ve given in.
#my art#hijack#frostcup#rotg#httyd#jack frost#hiccup horrendous haddock lll#jacks sister#dragon care 101 au#I’ve got like a prologue and chapter 1 in the drafts rn
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What a lovely couple
#lucas till#skyler samuels#xmen#X-Men#x men#alex summers#havok#esme frost#stepford cuckoos#esme cuckoo#frost sisters#the gifted#xmen apocalypse#xmen days of future past#xmen first class
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I don't remember if I ever shared these over here.
#tiny tots with their eyes all aglow#Stepford Cuckoos#Frost Sisters#The Gifted#Esme Frost#Esme Cuckoo#Skyler Samuels
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I forgot to post this picture here :_)
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endless esme frost: 1/?
#endless esme#the gifted#thegiftededit#esme frost#esmefrostedit#esme cuckoo#esmecuckooedit#frost sisters#myedit
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𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆
Inspired by the cosplay of @tessacarter_cosplay
and @sisiann_cosplay
#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acosf#a court of thorns and roses#a court of silver flames#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#a court of frost and starlight#nesta archeron#nesta acotar#nesta and feyre#feyre and nesta#feyre archeron#feyre acotar#feysand#nessian#archeron sisters#drawing#markers#fanart#comic style#illustration#traditionalart#sjm#sarah j maas#high lady of the night court
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