#shadows and starlight

[cluelessteam]

Hello! I was the one who put in the Edmund request :)

Your writing is so beautiful and descriptive omg <3

If you could make it a series, I'd be vv grateful! And !Jealous Edmund>>>

Once again, loved your writing <3

Shadows and Starlight: {~The Clash of Swords~}

A/N: First I would really like to apologize for taking so long to get this out! I was moving and had honestly lost motivation for writing and just could not get anything out. I am also a junior in highschool so I have been busy with school. But, I am now on my Christmas break so I will be posting one chapter every single day to make up for the lost time. Since I have missed yesterday, I will be posting the second chapter of this story later today! I love you guys so much and I really appreciate your patience!❤️

Summary: Amid the chaos of war, a bitter rivalry between Edmund Pevensie and a formidable enemy leader begins to unravel into something deeper. As a fragile truce forms, both are torn between duty to their people and the undeniable connection growing between them. With political tensions rising, jealousies flaring, and the threat of battle looming, Edmund and the reader must navigate a delicate balance of loyalty, love, and sacrifice to secure peace—and each other

Characters: Edmund Pevensie

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1674

Taglist: @snowtargaryen @hippiedippiekitty

Chapter 1 —

The battlefield stretched out before you like a storm on the horizon—chaotic, dangerous, and all-consuming. The metallic clash of swords, the dull thud of arrows striking shields, and the war cries of soldiers filled the air, creating a symphony of war that pulsed in your veins. But amidst the carnage, amidst the chaos and confusion, there was only one person you were focused on—Edmund Pevensie.

You saw him long before he saw you, cutting through the battlefield with swift precision, his sword moving as an extension of his arm. He was brutal and efficient, taking down every opponent who dared cross his path. The youngest king of Narnia had become your greatest rival, the one opponent you could never truly defeat, and today would be no different—or so you told yourself.

As you watched him, a bitter taste formed in your mouth. Edmund Pevensie—so full of confidence, so sure of himself—fought like he had nothing to lose. But you knew better. You had seen him falter before, had noticed the subtle cracks in his armor during your past encounters. Today, you would exploit them.

Your grip tightened on the hilt of your sword as you wove through the battlefield, dodging stray arrows and blocking attacks from nameless soldiers. Your eyes never left Edmund, and with each step, you felt the weight of your unresolved rivalry bearing down on you. It had been this way for years, an endless dance of blades and blood, but today, it felt different. There was something heavier in the air, something that made your heart pound with more than just adrenaline.

Finally, Edmund’s gaze locked with yours across the battlefield, and you saw the flash of recognition in his eyes. His jaw clenched, and his body tensed as he prepared himself for the inevitable clash. You could practically feel the electricity in the air between you, the tension coiling tighter with each passing second.

Without another thought, you charged toward him, your feet pounding against the muddy ground. Every other battle faded into the background as you closed the distance between you, your focus narrowing to the point where nothing else mattered but the fight that was about to take place.

Edmund met your charge head-on, his sword raised to intercept your strike. The clash of metal rang out like thunder as your blades collided, sending shockwaves through your arms. The force of the impact jarred your bones, but you gritted your teeth and pressed forward.

“Back again?” Edmund’s voice was cold, almost bored, as he parried your next strike with ease. “You never learn, do you?”

His words stung more than you cared to admit, but you refused to let him see the effect they had on you. Instead, you pushed harder, your sword meeting his with a furious intensity. “You’re one to talk, Pevensie,” you shot back, your breath coming in sharp bursts. “How many times do I have to beat you before you finally stay down?”

A grim smile tugged at the corners of Edmund’s lips, though there was no humor in it. “Beat me? That’s funny, considering the last time we met, you were the one on the ground.”

The reminder of your previous defeat ignited a fresh wave of anger within you. The memory of Edmund standing over you, his sword poised to end your life, was one you hadn’t been able to shake. But today, you vowed, things would be different.

You struck again, your sword whistling through the air with deadly intent. Edmund blocked the blow, his strength evenly matched against yours, and for a moment, the two of you were locked in a stalemate. The muscles in your arms strained as you pressed your blade against his, trying to force him back, but Edmund held his ground.

“You’re getting slower,” he remarked, his voice taunting. “Is this the best you’ve got?”

A growl of frustration escaped your lips as you pushed harder, finally managing to break the deadlock. You swung your sword in a wide arc, aiming for his side, but Edmund was too fast. He dodged the strike with practiced ease, and before you could react, he retaliated with a quick, calculated swipe that nearly knocked the sword from your hand.

Stumbling back, you cursed under your breath. Edmund’s fighting style had always been a mix of precision and brutality, and it was becoming clear that today would be no different. He was relentless, his strikes quick and unyielding, and though you were able to match him blow for blow, it was taking everything you had to keep up.

“You’re slipping,” Edmund said, his voice tinged with mockery as he lunged toward you again. “Getting tired?”

“Not yet,” you snarled, blocking his attack and countering with a sharp thrust of your own. Your sword grazed his arm, drawing a thin line of blood, and for the first time in the fight, you saw Edmund falter.

His eyes flickered with surprise as he looked down at the wound, and in that brief moment of distraction, you pressed your advantage. You swung your sword with renewed vigor, driving him back step by step. The tide of the fight had shifted, and for the first time in what felt like years, you could see a path to victory.

But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, your advantage was gone.

With a swift, almost casual motion, Edmund deflected your next strike and spun around, catching you off guard. His sword lashed out, sweeping your legs out from under you with a speed that left you breathless. Before you could even process what had happened, you were on the ground, the cold, wet mud soaking through your clothes.

You gasped for breath, your body aching from the fall. Pain radiated through your ribs, but before you could recover, Edmund was looming over you, his sword pointed directly at your throat.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You lay there, panting, staring up at him in disbelief. This was it. After all these years, after all the battles and near misses, it had finally come to an end. Edmund Pevensie had you at his mercy.

“Go on,” you spat, your voice rough and filled with defiance. “Finish it.”

Edmund’s face was expressionless as he stared down at you, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His sword didn’t waver, the cold steel pressing lightly against the delicate skin of your throat. But despite his position of power, despite the fact that he could end this with a single strike, something in his eyes told you he wouldn’t.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said quietly, the words so unexpected that they seemed to hang in the air between you.

You blinked up at him, stunned into silence. This was a trick. It had to be. Edmund had never shown you mercy before, so why now? “What?” you breathed, your voice barely audible over the din of the battle.

“I said I’m not going to kill you,” Edmund repeated, his voice steady but lacking the usual coldness that colored his words. He sheathed his sword and extended a hand toward you. “Get up.”

You stared at his outstretched hand like it was a viper about to strike. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. This was Edmund Pevensie—your sworn enemy. The one person you had spent years fighting against, the one you had sworn to defeat at any cost. And now he was offering you his hand?

“What are you playing at?” you demanded, still lying in the mud, too stunned to move. “Is this some kind of game to you?”

Edmund’s gaze didn’t waver. “No game,” he said firmly. “This doesn’t have to end with one of us dead.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t the Edmund you knew. The Edmund you had fought time and time again would never say something like that. But as you searched his eyes, you realized that this Edmund, the one standing before you now, wasn’t the same boy you had fought all those years ago.

You hesitated, the weight of his offer hanging heavily in the air between you. Everything in you screamed to refuse, to push his hand away and continue the fight. But something in his eyes, something raw and unguarded, stopped you. It wasn’t just the offer of peace that he was extending—it was something deeper. Something unspoken.

Slowly, tentatively, you reached up and took his hand. His grip was strong as he pulled you to your feet, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to still. The battle continued to rage around you, but in that moment, it was as if the two of you were the only ones left.

You stood there, face to face, your hand still clasped in his. Your chest heaved with exertion, your body aching from the fight, but all you could focus on was the way Edmund’s gaze had softened, the way his eyes lingered on yours just a moment too long.

“What’s going on?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you doing this?”

Edmund’s jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Because I’m tired of this,” he admitted, his voice low but filled with a sincerity that caught you off guard. “This war, this fight... it doesn’t make sense anymore.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, a voice called out from behind you, cutting through the tension.

“Edmund!”

The sound of Peter’s voice brought you both crashing back to reality. You turned to see him striding toward you, his face set in a grim expression. Behind him, Susan stood with her bow drawn, her sharp eyes flicking between you and Edmund with suspicion.

Edmund quickly released your hand, his expression hardening as Peter approached. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had just shifted between you—something that couldn’t be undone.

[the-lady-auri]

Shadows and Starlight Novel

Oops, my hand slipped and the prologue is now up on Royal Road!! This chapter was only available to my kofi supporters before now. I will be uploading chapters a good while after they have been available to kofi people, onto Royal road. it will be a slow upload process with no set schedule at the moment! As most of the current chapters I have written are still drafts and need some serious editing. But for now, have a prologue <3 Shadows and Starlight

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[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 113: Holiday Anticipation

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After days and weeks of preparation and anticipation, it was finally the happiest night of the year.

It was Christmas Eve.

Tonight, Father Christmas would come and deliver presents to children all over the globe, including the realm of Ebonvale.

Tonight would be the night that the children would leave their treats out for Father Christmas, hang up their stockings, and sleep tight so that way the man with the bag would come and magically deliver the treats they had left on their wish lists.

The same can be said in the cavern lair deep within the forest that belonged to the sorcerer, Malakar, and his unusually built family.

The tree had been trimmed, the stockings were hung above the fireplace with Malakar's going first and Tully's going last, a magnificent feast was prepared for the next day, Christmas crackers were put together and neatly in a basket, and, of course, treats were left near the Christmas tree for Father Christmas to indulge on when he stopped by.

There was a beautifully baked mince pie in the center of the plate surrounded by a few decorated finger biscuits, and next to the plate, a tall glass of ice-cold milk stood high beside the plate.

The room was dark, safe for the glowing candles coming from the Christmas tree and a majority of Malakar's family members had already gone to bed.

Grimble, Flord, and Tibber had retired to their triple bunk bed early that night, the sounds of their snoring echoed throughout the lair, Tully slept peacefully on the windowsill in the living room, purring while she slept, Pippin was tucked snuggly in his little bed inside his mouse house, and Roisin slept beside the wall upside down much like a possum playing dead, her low, rumbling snores were her sound of life.

The only ones left awake were Malakar himself and his little daughter, Aurora.

Both of them were dressed in their night clothes, however, instead of her regular pajamas, Aurora was wearing a cream and white colored onesie with a gingerbread man embroidered on the upper right side (Malakar embroidered it because he could see that the onesie needed a splash of color to it).

Malakar smiled as he watched Aurora trying so hard not to fall asleep, but, alas, her efforts were about to be met in vain.

"Ah my dear," said Malakar, cradling Aurora close to his chest, "tonight is the night that Father Christmas will come and deliver gifts to our house. But, for him to come, you have to get to sleep first."

Aurora didn't understand a word he said, she was too tired to.

"I can see you're already getting that last bit down," Malakar chuckled.

The sorcerer walked into Aurora's room and tucked her snuggly in her cradle. He played a gentle kiss on her temple before whispering, "Pleasant dreams, my little star. Sleep well and soon, Father Christmas will come."

Aurora was already asleep by the time Malakar gently shut the door behind him.

However, on that night, as the snow gently fell from the sky, Aurora started to have a dream.

No one knew how much time had passed since everyone had gone to bed, but, at some point during the night, Aurora woke up to the sound of rustling and clunky footsteps.

She pulled the blanket closer to her, thinking it was the Boogy Man or something, however, when the stranger who entered Aurora's room let out a gentle laugh, she peaked up from the covers to find out that the person standing above her was none other than Father Christmas himself.

He was a portly man, tall and stout, nearly similar to Grimble. His dimples hid under his snowy white, scraggly beard and he was dressed in emerald green and gold embroidered robes trimmed with fluffy brown fur while red gloves covered his hands. On top of his white hair was a crown made of holly leaves and berries and in one hand, he held a staff made of a large stick while a sack of presents and treats was clutched tightly in the other.

Aurora was amazed at the being before her.

The person before her was none other than Father Christmas! His kind eyes sparkled as he knelt to her level.

"Well, hello there, Aurora," he said warmly, his deep voice like a comforting melody. "I've heard all about you. Such a brave little one."

Aurora giggled, reaching out toward the tassels of gold belt that wrapped around his waist.

Father Christmas chuckled and reached into his sack.

"I have something very special for you," he said, pulling out a beautiful caramel-colored teddy bear with kind brown eyes and a dapper orange bow tie around its neck. "This little friend will always be by your side."

Aurora took the bear in her tiny hands, hugging it close. The dream faded as she nuzzled into its soft fur.

By the time Aurora opened her eyes again, the sun had already begun to seep through the window.

It was morning.

Christmas morning to be precise.

Malakar was the first to wake. As he approached Aurora's cradle, he noticed the teddy bear Aurora was cuddling.

"Well, look at that," he murmured with a smile, lifting Aurora as she began to stir. "Father Christmas did visit after all."

Aurora's dark olive eyes lit up as she saw both her father and the bear. She grabbed it with both hands, pulling it close to her chest as she let out a delighted giggle.

"Come, little one," Malakar said, picking Aurora up from her cradle. "Let's see what else is under the tree."

He carried her into the main room, where the rest of the household had gathered. Grimble and Flord were already sorting through their stockings while Tibber unwrapped a small bundle of enchanted tools, and Corvus fluttered down to investigate a shiny new perch.

Pippin squeaked excitedly as he discovered a tiny exercise wheel made just for him, while Roisin sniffed out a bone wrapped in festive ribbon. Even Tully had found a cozy new blanket inside her stocking.

As Aurora watched the lively scene, clutching her new teddy bear, Malakar placed her near the tree to help "unwrap" a few more gifts that were left for her. Her tiny hands grabbed at colorful ribbons, her laughter blending with the joyful chatter of her family members.

After the presents were unwrapped and the stockings were sorted, the family gathered around the table for a delicious breakfast before going back to trying out the offerings Father Christmas had left for them.

Malakar was already concocting a new potion with his new set of beakers and test tubes, Grimble danced around for hours with his new boots, Flord looked snazzy with his new Cricket-playing guards, Tibber added new buttons to his button collection, and Corvus snacked on his satchel of black currents.

Pippin ran on his new exercise wheel, Roisin happily chewed on her bone near the fireplace, Tully lay on her new blanket while playing with some balls of yarn, and Aurora's eyes lit up at every page Malakar read out of her new set of pop-up books.

Hours passed and soon, the family was sitting down to Christmas dinner.

There was a nice roast goose at the center of the table, surrounded by roasted potatoes, honey-roasted carrots, brussel sprouts, chestnut stuffing, cranberry sauce, Yorkshire pudding, puréed parsnips, fresh bread rolls with whipped butter, and for dessert, a stunning Christmas plum pudding topped with brandy cream along with a lovely English trifle made with layers of white cake, vanilla pudding, whipped cream, mixed berries, and topped with freshly picked cherries.

While dinner was being served, everyone pulled open a Christmas cracker (Aurora opened hers with Malakar's help) where everyone got a colored tissue paper crown to wear on their heads, a joke, or a riddle (some of which did not make sense), small toys, or a plastic model, and a special trinket as a keepsake.

Everyone laughed and chatted throughout the delicious meal Malakar had prepared and Malakar sat at the head of the table, enjoying the company of his unusually-built yet wonderful family.

After dinner, the family exchanged the gifts they had each gotten for one another.

Malakar was gifted a new pair of gloves Tibber made from some old leather, Grimble got some long underwear from Flord (seeing how his old pair was starting to get holes in it) while Flord got a croquet set with three balls; one red, one blue, and one yellow, from Corvus.

Tibber got some new ice skates from Grimble and Tully got a new scratching post from Roisin. Rosin's gift to Pippin was a big, juicy bunch of grapes while Pippin's gift to Roisin was a squeaky toy in the shape of a sheep.

And last, but, not least, Aurora's gift from Malakar was a beautifully crafted dollhouse that was just her size. He had spent the last few weeks building, carving, and painting the dollhouse along with its furniture and other special details.

Aurora was amazed at the sight of her dollhouse and hugged her father tight before crawling over to her new dollhouse to play with it.

Malakar watched the scene unfold, his heart full. This was Aurora's first Christmas, but he knew it was only the beginning of many more joyful celebrations to come.

The lair was filled with warmth, laughter, and the magic of a holiday shared with those they loved.

[h0oty]

twilight's evil bisexuals

[discarded-replica]

Unsorted mlp art I've made over the last few weeks :3c

[winterpower98]

So, I made more ponies.

It's a bunch of evil girls

Alright bye

The main 6 Cadence and Shining Armor Villains The kids

[theywerebothgirls]

gang but they are reformed unicorns

[dapper-lil-arts]

Best redeemed Unicorn poll... the Sequel

[shadows-coffeebeans]

sonadow: we wont get attached

also sonadow:

Starlight masterpost

[98chao]

in this life, there's no room for you and me

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

I’ve been on a big “Bat Boy Baby” kick recently. So here is Uncle Az enjoying some time with his favorite bat baby nephew, Nyx!

P.S. this is the first time I’m sharing any of my artwork on the internet, normally it’s just for me but I couldn’t resist sharing this time.

[cluelessteam]

Im the original requester for the edmund pevensie series and I want to say that ur writing is so pretty omg 🤭😭

I was wondering if u could put some smut in there where hes vv rough with her 🤭✋

Thank you soooo muchhhh!!!!! I’m so happy that you’re loving itttt!!! This story is almost finished btw so I hope you are satisfied with it and will be happy! For the smut, I can’t tell you that it will be good for sure😭 I already have the rest of the story written out and I will try my best to implement it into the story. I don’t think I can be a full blown smut writer, I’m just not that creative tbh😅. But, it will have a litte SPICE to it.

[the-lady-auri]

"Remember who you are..."

Narmun in the moment that he realizes he is the original moon god. The one who was murdered by the usurper god Sylvanus. Now, who was reborn as son to the usurper god. He already had cause to end Sylvanus tyrannical hold on the pantheon and the worlds at be. Now, vengeance added to the list for the wrongs done to him in his previous life.

The moon has risen again, and it is angry.

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[shadows-starlight]

Shadows and Starlight

Book 112: A Night With The Nutcracker

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A light snowfall covered the streets of St. Petersburg, making the world look like it was covered in powdered sugar under the faint gas lamp light.

 

Malakar held his little daughter, Aurora, close to his chest, bundling her from the frigid winter's air. Both of them were dressed to the nines because tonight, Malakar's time-traveling spell took them both to Russia in 1892 for a very special occasion.

 

Tonight, Malakar was going to take Aurora to her very first performance of The Nutcracker ballet and to revisit Malakar's old friend, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

 

This was his composition after all.

 

For those who are unfamiliar with the story of The Nutcracker, it is the story of a girl named Clara, who receives a wooden Nutcracker doll on Christmas Eve from her godfather, Drosselmeyer. However, when the clock struck twelve, magical things began to happen. The Nutcracker doll came to life, fought off an army of mice, and whisked Clara off to the enchanted lands in the realm of the Nutcracker doll.

 

It was a play that Malakar saw every holiday season and now he got to share this tradition with his own daughter.

 

Aurora squealed softly, her breath fogging the air as she pointed at the snowflakes drifting down. Malakar smiled warmly.

 

“Yes, little one, it is beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But wait until you hear the music.”

 

He carried her toward a large, stately building — the Mariinsky Theater, its grand façade illuminated by warm light spilling out into the snow-filled night. The faint sounds of an orchestra warming up carried through the air.

 

Inside, Malakar strode confidently into the main lobby of the theater where people rushed into the theater to get to their seats. A familiar voice called out to him.

 

"Malakar! You've come at last!"

 

Malakar turned with a smile. There stood Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky himself, in a finely tailored suit, his graying beard neatly combed. His eyes lit up as he approached.

 

“Pyotr!” Malakar greeted warmly, clasping the composer’s hand. "It's so good to see you again!"

 

Both men shook hands and Pyotr said, "You as well!"

 

Tchaikovsky’s gaze immediately dropped to the baby in Malakar’s arms, and a delighted smile spread across his face.

 

“And there she is — little Aurora!” Tchaikovsky cooed, holding out his gloved hand as if addressing royalty. Aurora blinked at him curiously before grabbing one of his fingers, earning a chuckle. “It's good to see you again as well, маленький цветок (little blossom)."

 

Aurora let out a sweet little laugh at Pyotr's compliment.

 

Tchaikovsky laughed warmly. “Come on in! I have secured for you the best seats in the house—naturally.” He gestured grandly toward the theater. “Tonight’s performance is special, Malakar. I trust you’ll enjoy it.”

 

The theater hummed with anticipation as the audience settled into their seats. Malakar lowered himself gracefully into his box seat with Aurora nestled securely on his lap.

 

Their view was exquisite—the stage stretched before them, its curtains shimmering like ruby silk.

 

Tchaikovsky stood below near the orchestra pit, casting one last glance toward Malakar before offering him a subtle nod. Malakar returned it, cradling Aurora close.

 

“Listen closely, my little star,” Malakar whispered into her ear as the orchestra began to tune. “Tonight, you shall hear music unlike any other—music that will outlast time itself.”

 

Aurora blinked slowly, her tiny fingers patting Malakar’s hand, as if in understanding.

 

As the overture of The Nutcracker filled the theater, the world seemed to pause. The delicate strains of the music wove their magic through the audience, and the curtain lifted to reveal the beautifully decorated foyer of the Stahlbaum house. The dancers, men, women, and children, moved with an elegance that seemed otherworldly, their movements perfectly in sync with Tchaikovsky’s brilliant score.

 

Aurora’s gaze never left the stage, her dark olive eyes wide as she watched the performance. When the sugar-plum fairies pirouetted across the stage, she let out a soft coo.

 

Malakar couldn’t help but smile as he watched her.

 

The music swelled around them, lifting the audience into a dreamlike state. Tchaikovsky’s genius flowed like magic through the theater, each note like a spell. Malakar closed his eyes briefly, letting the music wash over him.

 

He had watched this ballet over and over again growing up. He knew both the story and the music by heart and even performed a song from the ballet for a concert once. The world around him seemed to vanish with only the music surrounding him and Aurora.

 

After the performance ended and the audience erupted in applause, Malakar and Aurora joined Tchaikovsky backstage. The composer was flushed with excitement, his eyes still alive with the thrill of the evening.

 

“Well?” he asked. “Did I not promise you something magnificent?”

 

Malakar smiled and shook Pyotr's hand again, “You did not disappoint, Pyotr. The Nutcracker is a triumph. Its magic will endure for generations. It's another masterpiece in my book."

 

Tchaikovsky looked humbled, taking his hand and shaking it again. “Your words mean much to me, old friend.”

 

Aurora chose this moment to chime in with a happy babble, reaching for Tchaikovsky once again. He laughed and took her gently in his arms, holding her as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.

 

“She is my most honest critic,” Tchaikovsky teased. “And from her face, I gather she enjoyed it.”

 

Malakar smirked. “She has excellent taste.”

 

Tchaikovsky looked down at Aurora, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Ah, I almost forgot! I have a gift for you so that you can always remember this night."

 

Pyotr hid himself with his cloak just like Drosselmeyer did in the ballet, and revealed himself holding a beautiful periwinkle blue, white, and gold Nutcracker that was dressed like a king with white eyebrows and a mustache and friendly blue eyes.

 

Aurora was amazed at the little Nutcracker doll that Pyotr presented to her. She immediately took it into her hands and hugged it tight.

 

Malakar smiled warmly at Aurora's new friend and said, "Thank you, Pyotr, it’s a wonderful gift. Something that she will truly treasure forever."

 

Later, after bidding each other goodbye and stepping through the portal that took them back to their cozy cavern lair home, Malakar dressed Aurora up for bedtime and placed her in her cradle.

 

Aurora slept soundly, holding the Nutcracker doll in her grasp, having her own little dream adventure in a world of mice soldiers, sugar plum fairies, and dazzling snowflakes dancing across the skies while being whisked away by the Nutcracker prince.

[mrs2224]

Happy Thanksgiving 🍁🦃 🍽

Here is some Ghibli Gwynriel 💙💙

[lovelyfawnxx]

“𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸.”

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we often see azriel portrayed as the brooding, tortured one in the dark while elain is the bright light in the sun, but one of my favorite parts of elain and azriel is their capacity for both light and darkness between them both.

inspired by a song that reminds me so much of elriel, here we have azriel soaring in the wind at dawn and elain floating in the watery depths of the cauldron, juxtaposed to their usual grumpy x sunshine stereotypes.

i find it so interesting how, either way you spin them, elriel is able to be both opposites attract and like calls to like, so i wanted to try something different with them that shows both of these aspects, and i cannot believe how BEAUTIFULLY @luxury_banshee delivered! she was genuinely such a joy to work with and brought this piece to life in a way i couldn’t have imagined on my own. i’m so so grateful to the work she put into this and i couldn’t be happier with the outcome 💜

i haven’t been able to stop staring at this piece since she sent it over, so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do!

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🎨 art by @luxury_banshee

✨ commissioned by me

likes, comments, and shares appreciated!

please do not repost 💜