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Tangled in Marinetteās blanket cocoon, it was warm enough Adrien didnāt feel like heād woken up alone. He thumbed the comforter. The design was a ladybug perched on her kittyās ear.
āMinou minou minou! Pancakes!ā
Pancakes? Really? He climbed out of their bed. As much as he didnāt want to have to eat those things, it was worth it to see her.
A quick detour to clean his teeth and he stepped into their kitchen. She was there by the window, the sunrise sparkling in her messy hair. The tip of her nose tapped on her phone. Her hands were too full to text properly.
āMarinette.ā
āMon Adrien!ā She waved her spatula at him. āCome see. I figured out the thread for my midterm.ā
Her project was laid out over the counter in a mess of fabric scraps and pins. He could sew a bit, but not enough to help someone as talented as her. He met her bluebell eyes. āBeautiful.ā
āWeāre talking about the slippers.ā
āBut I was!ā He grinned. āI wouldnāt call you just beautiful, ma lady. Youāre beyond gorgeous. There are no words for how amazing you are. How I fall deeper in love every moment we spend together.ā He slipped the spatula from her fingers, lowering his head over her calloused hand and letting his kiss linger.
She pushed him off. āJust go eat! Stupid, flirty alleycat.ā Through the silky tangle of hair the back of her neck pinked.
āAlas, my love has banished me.ā He took his seat in the breakfast nook and poked the awful, dry thing with his fork. It might smell good, but he wasnāt going to trust a pancake.
Over their time together, heād made many sacrifices for his Marinette. A pancake was nothing. He cut a big chunk. Bracing himself, he shoveled it into his mouth.
It was buttery warmth and the soft flavor of bread. Surely it was a thick, fluffy crepe.
āThis isnāt a pancake.ā
It was tempting and luscious, whatever it was. He devoured it in two bites and wanted more.
āIs it bad? I take multitasking a bit far sometimes.ā
He shook his head hard. āThese are amazing. Pancakes are awful.ā
āHad any pancakes since we brought down Monarque?ā
The pancake mystery clicked together. āSo, youāre saying now that Iām a part of your family I get Dupain-Cheng pancakes.ā
āYes, mon mari.ā She dropped two buttery soft pancakes on his plate.
He smiled goofily up at his wife.
#mon mari is my husband#if you didnāt know#i figure theyāre fresh from their honeymoon#thatās why theyāre so gooey#or theyāre just adrinette#who knows#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#adrien dupain-cheng#he would be so proud of that tag#marinette dupain-cheng#adrinette#adrienette#married adrinette#ml illusion#ml season 5#ml s5 spoilers#ml fanfic#marinette dupain cheng#established relationship#fluff#post reveal
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favorite thing ā”
the inspo:
aaaaand some inner dialogue for your viewing pleasure:
#narumitsu#wrightworth#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#just so weāre clear on whatās what: the MAIN joke is that phoenix is disagreeing with him#what his favorite thing ISā¦ well.. iāll leave that up to you (but you can read my thoughts later in tags)#fan art#ace attorney#aa#rendoodles#weirdly proud of how these turned out despite how uncleaned they still are#one of my interpretations of this would be Phoenixs favorite thing isnāt disagreeing with Miles but rather the faces he makes when he does#you could also go for the sappy āyouāre my favorite thingā or the less so āyour ASS is my favorite thingā#truly the options are limitless. please let your imagination fly like the wind
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i can't express enough how much i LOVE this gif this is literally everything they are to me
the father/son duo ever (+ bonus evilness)
#exar talks#like you do not understand#eggman being proud of metal and accidentally embarassing him like#āDAD. STOP PATTING ME ON THE BACK. WE ARE ON LIVE TELEVISION AND SONIC IS LIKELY WATCHINGā#then he just tries to pretend it didn't happen and clutches looking cool anyway#eggman being a proud robo dad be so fr#like. i love when their dynamic is portrayed this way#i would like to see more of metal sonic and eggman acting like relatives#anyway actual tags now#sth#sonic the hedgehog#metal sonic#eggman#dr eggman#doctor robotnik#doctor eggman#ivo robotnik#dr ivo robotnik#sth metal sonic#metal sonic sth#I JUST WANT METAL SONIC TO BE LOVED FOR ONCE OK!?!?!??!?!?!??!!?!?!
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bun ny bunny bu nny bunny ? @wolfertinger666
#salem#original character - salem#wolfertinger666#Hi Ryeders This Is The Dawing I Said I Would Post#dropping that act AA i'm really proud of this actually#i usually will just fill bucket or default pen to colour#but this time i used a TEXTURED MARKER B) and did it manually it was awesome !!#i've wanted to draw salem art for a while now!!!#his art is rlly inspiring to me!! i've drawn more straight up furry things rather than ke/mono/mimi things because of him :]#and experimenting more with style too :D#and also he's kinda relatable :) as a fellow fat black trans man with no top surgery who came from a heavily religious background and is..#..now living with his mom that is transphobic to the point that it is almost life-threatening#it's really great to see him here despite everything ya'know?#so i can go on too :)#Well Anyways Ryeders Thank You For Reading#I Will See You Next Time I Post Something#Which May Be Soon. Like A Week Or Two Maybe#All In MsPaint Sourry..#Okay Bye Ryeders I Love You !!#bad art tw#<- art tag goes at the end this time because NO!!! This is NOT bad#so sourry if u don't like being tagged in rando fanart
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some doodles
#i meant to put the balor one in the previous post but i forgor šits in a diff file from the sketch dump i was coloring in so it just didnt#exist in my mind at all. i felt like smth was missing as i was posting it but i couldnt place what hlep#adeline and eiland have been driving me insane lately. expect more of them. probably.#dont minf the last two guys. some concepts for future farms š (pls mind them im crazy abt all my farmers even if they technically dont -#exist yet. pls ask abt them or smth pls im nroaml i can be nroma l i prommy)#fields of mistria#fom balor#sona#im gonna start tagging that i think.#fom eiland#fom adeline#fom elsie#fom farmer#my art#guys can i just say that im so happy that balor is silver n not gold cus otherwise i would have to confront a part of me im not proud of#we shouldnt talk abt it but like yeah jjust know i like his silver and his whole deal#have such a softspot n bias for characters who dont settle anywhere. who never lay down their roots or whatever. who keep their past secret#like oughh hes hitting so many marks#i like hawthorne a lot. hes more developed in my head. and also i like his dead look and hair bows. i have so many ideas abt him man it hur#i promised myself i wouldnt make a new save file til i reached y2 w rory but apperantly errols bday is cursed bc the game has frozen twice#sorry if you read all of these tags. go to my askbox w fom stuff or smth. ask abt my farmers plsplspls pl s jk haha unless. maybe even#gimme drawing reqs for fom in general. ok tyvm ly sorry for yapping. its what i do best
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I donāt like ingo and emmet at all. does anybody wanna hit them with trains together
#rubs my brain. what was I gonna say.#OH. I got a book about trains from the library yesterday. it's actually a lot of fun to read about#ingo and emmet are you proud of me?#submas#submas emmet#submas ingo#subway bosses#subway boss emmet#lou is an artist#spenxer lou art#ingo is only in one of these. so he doesn't get more than one tag. sorry gogo. ily.#scratches head. shrug emoji. a lot of doodles I do pertain to the fanfic that's in the works. if you like Emmet goes to Hisui fics then.#keep an ear out perhaps? Emmet is gonna beat the shit out of melli. though later. but he will. big fan of Emmet#he is scared and tired forever and ever and ever and I like him a lot. he is so stressed#again o7 if I fucked up something with the alt desc PLEASEEEE tell me I would greatly appreciate the corrections
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I'd like to imagine Tim Drake just going around killing the people who've hurt him and his family (who are not also his family)
#and when he comes back alfreds like *britishly wipes away a single tear* i am so proud of you my boy#tim drake#dick and jason have managed to hide it from bruce#they dont know how the fuck tim managed to kill ra's al ghul or deathstroke but theyre proud of him#those two and joker were the only ones jason and dick knew about before tim showed them a list#the list was organized by family members and they knew well enough not to ask them or tim why they were there#joker's death was much more painful because he hurt literally everyone in the batfam#tim contemplated murdering quite a few other people as well but knew it would make at least one family member sad#lets be fair tho all the people in the batfam how hurt tim have at least since regretted and either apologized for it#or there was like a mutual 'we're not talking about it'#can you tell i like tags
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"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#jrwi suckening spoilers#jrwi the suckening#arthur bennett#HEY SO THE REALLY FUNNY THING THAT THE CHARACTER DID THAT SEEMED RLY SILLY N GOOFY IN THE MOMENT?#LIKE THE WHIPLASH BETWEEN SERIOUS N SILLY ALMOST PISSED YOU OFF? WHAT IF I FOUND A WAY TO MAKE YOU SAD ABOUT IT#this was meant to be a scribble that would be a bigger part of a bigger page.might leave it on that page.#but still. bc o that i nearly posted it onto my wacky side blog.BUT NAYY I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME N ENERGY N YOU GOTTA SEE IT#ARTHUR BENNETT DRIVES ME CRAZY. I FEEL LIKE ITS ODD FOR HIM TO BE SO TECHNOLOGICALLY OUT OF TOUCH#WHERE HAS HE BEEN. HAS HE BEEN IN WAR? IS THAT WHERE MAGNUS CAME FROM? WHERE WAS HE WHEN HE WAS WITH EDWARDS CREW?#ARTHURRR I HAVE QUESTIONS ARTTHUUURR!! HEY CAN I ALSO ASK; WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BECOME#DO YOU THINK HE HAD ANY IDEA HE WOULD VEER CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE MONSTER HE DESPISES. ALL BC HE DESERVES IT. OR WATEVER#HE FASCINATES ME SO MUCH. TO LOOK AT THE STONE COLD STOIC FOOL FROM THE START OF THE SHOW#AND TO FIND OUT THAT HE USED TO BE A BAD BOY.. A DELINQUENT... A LIL PRANKSTER.... MY GODDD THATS ADORABLE#I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW MORE.... BUT I DOUBT THE LAST EPISODE IS GONNA ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS..i love arthur bennett so much....#AS FOR THE ART!! i mostly used the fire alpaca watercolor brush. tbh im not a brush guy. anti aliased default pen tends to be my main game#but LATELY IM SQQQUIRMIN OUT OF AN ARTBLOCK so expirimenting like this is helping#DONT LOOK TOO HARD AT IT!! im still proud tho. colors are fun :3 im also very proud of the backgrounds#I LOVE THE CARTOON THING where the background looks all fancy n painted but the characters are solid colors#what else can i ramble abt. OH YEAH. i looked up the bikes to make sure they were time accurate tehehehe. 1913 to 2012.#almost a century apart!! isnt that neat? ALSO FUUUCK CAN I JUST MAKE A QUICK CONFESSION. DOWN HERE IN MY TAGS.#only the strongest can read my tags anwyay. SO I REALIZED WHY I LOVE ARTHUR SO MUCH. TIME IS A FLAT CIRCLE#while arthur is a Stoic and Cool vampire w a knack for being playful/silly; who alsos been alive fora century thus witnessing HORRORs#THERE HAPPENS TO BE A ROBOT FROM A BAND W A TITANIUM ALLOY SPINAL COLLUMN#WHOS A Stoic and Cool ROBOT w a knack for being playful/silly; who alsos been alive fora century thus witnessing HORRORS#the fuckkkiiinnngggnn The Spine from steam powered giraffe. WHATEVER. i cant escape from my heart. i guess.#i think The Spine and Arthur could be friends. Arthur saw the band perform back when they were the Steam Man Band#EDIT: WOOPS I DIDNT REALIZE THIS WOULD END UP IN THE SPG TAG. HI GUYS DIDNT KNOW U WERE STILL ALIVE SORREE 4 THE CROSS CONTAMINATION
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im mAKING HIM INTO A CHARM BECAUSE I SAY SO.
#if anyone also wants him just like let me know and ill tag you when hes avliable#this is mainly for me but like. hey i wanna be that one charm stall that has pop shit AND the nichest shit known to man#my younger self would be so proud#wakfu#wakfu yugo#wakfu spoilers#wakfu season 1#wakfu season 2#look. ik lots of u probably want one of him late s4. and like. sure. maybe. i actually need to build up my store first#and this is literally just self indulgent but like i wanna invite others to have him if they want#there is. also a suggestion box. in my store.#or like yk yell in the comments#I WANT HIM REAL#hes gonna be sparkly :]
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first fuckin anniversary of this stupid little blog on the blogging website known as [tumblr] to celebrate i post lemoncino on main and maintag everything
#ok so. ik some people wanna know why peperoncino randomly got fishy ears#i just thought they would look cool on him it doesn't change anything on him he'#s not.like. an actual fish human hybrid now#anyway real tags time#you guys are seeing my rarepair trash i dont care what you think#cookie run#cookie run ovenbreak#oh my god it's them#ā can Not forget that tag#lemon cookie#peperoncino cookie#lemon cookie x peperoncino cookie#rarepair#eyestrain#ask to tag#lemoncino#guh#i guess im tagging the gacha stuff too#gacha life 2#gl2#gl2 video#that's a lot of tags#im proud of this one#this is connected to a cr au but i wont tag it#bwomp.mp3
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ā Valentino Rossi collage ā
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#valentino rossi#vr46#motogp#collage#i tried to play more with colours and textures for this one#and also used clear plastic as background so more attention would go towards pictures#for example i used sandpaper (bottom right) plastic wrapping that used for school textbooks (on top right there white cupboard behind it)#and also yellow stuff is the thing used in making walls. it is put behind concrete to make it sturdier#and ofc aluminium can of vr46 monster that i cut up for this#i spent no joke hours on getting pictures just right and picking which ones i will use here#with million changes throughout prosses of making things#took me HOURS but I'm proud of the result#also please tell me your thoughts on this bc i really want to know others opinions but noone says anything šš#my personal favourite is āļøāļø vale on the background of red flowers. he was so hard to cut up#and little stars next to yellow pic#a small callback to my next collage for my favourite star boyš¤#well he's also technically in this one but i don't want to tag him
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 61
Chapter; Highlights (okay the entire chapter is a highlight)š¤£
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 wasā
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
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Holy gods. Holy rutting gods.
And when her fire hit the wall of water now towering over her, when they collided ā
"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 Maeveās meant for Maeve-she knew heād 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-Thatās what was eating her alive-Its grief but more-she was stillā#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 itās bad when Rowanās prayingWhen even Yrene is praying but not save to give peace&painless ends but Aelinās 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 heās thinking about Iāve gotta get Aelin out of here#Into the burning heart of the world. ā the world shuddered#Aelin I am a god Galathyniuās-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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CW: SUGGESTIVE OUTFIT
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I'm cookiiiing š„š„š„ WIP!
Sometimes I remember that I can paint well beyond sketches, and Solar and Eclipse fell captive in my sexy clothing practice jajfjs
Moon and Sun's reactions to their partners wearing this must be the funniest thing in the world XD
#polaris stuffs#i won't put any main tags in this type of art so congratulations if you found it lol#eclipse is very proud of himself#he knows how to put on a good show lol#Solar is more embarrassed but maintains his position#Moon thinks Solar looks very cute#the sillies#āØš#Sun would probably overheat LOL#A friend asked me to draw BM too so wait for him
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@fenglianweek day 6: memories/growing up
the best thing thats ever been mine
#tgcf#xie lian#feng xin#fenglian#fenglianweek24#my art#full color#I SPENT SOOO LONG ON THIS ONE... like not long for me. fast for me! but compared to the other ones ive done for flw. long.#this has been a few weeks of work and im very happy with how it turned out! tried to be thoughtful about how i approached the colors#and i think it really paid off! theres SO MANY COLORS in the pants im so proud of all the fabric in this...#that white fabric has so. many colors. it makes me super happy#also some of the fallen petals make hearts. btw >:o)#idk if they translate well but feng xin has top surgery scars!!! theyre both trans but xie lian is a cultivator so. he just uses magic#i KNOW when he first learned transformation magic he like BOOKED IT to feng xin to show him like 'LOOK. FLAT!!!'#and little teenxin was like 'ummm š³ yeah. flat'#ANYWAY!!! idk if they actually look like teens here... hopefully yes. xie lian does to me at least???#or at least he looks different from how i draw him as an 800smthng year old lol. but still like himself i think!!! i hope...#whatever. point is. do you remember we were sitting there by the water. you put your arm around me for the first time. you made a rebel of#the tags cut me off there. thats a good thing. IF YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW.#did you guys know i have headcanons about the type of tswift fans mu qing and xie lian would be. well now you know. I Have Thoughts#OKAY THATS ENOUGH TAGS I NEED TO ACTUALLY POST THIS. ILY MUAH TTYL
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Her Sunrise š Her Dawnbreaker
Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.
This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow š©
My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.
#hey hey hey anon I did it i drew him are you proud of me???#there ya go i did it i finally drew you a Dawnbreaker yall can be happy and rejoice now#and its only mildly angsty#and still sexy imo#yeah hes not all the way naked im sorry but i had a vision i was going for in my head and yall can just go with me on this one k?#i just KNOW i wouldnt be able to control my face when i saw his body looking like a battleground#and id be so fucking sad and i would bet large bills he'd be so vulnerable in that intimate moment that he couldn't help making a face back#and it would be so heartbreaking bc the moment of insecurity#jesus christ i went nuts in the tags again fuck#lnds#love and deepspace#lads#l&ds#love & deepspace#zayne#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#Dawnbreaker#db!zayne#zayne dawnbreaker#art of kay
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Iām very Normal about him. I love him, normally you could say
#William woodiam sketch!!!#Im pretending like i know how to draw rats bare with me#I fear I twinkified him even more than he already twinks. But bygones#will wood#ww#wwatw#william woodiam#will wood and the tapeworms#will wood fanart#wee woo#tgis man has so many tags#love me normally#amber doodles#mr boy#My art teacher would be proud of the proportions but uh I donāt want to explain who this guy is to her#the new normal
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