A fictional man: *is dark haired, morally grey, has a traumatic past and a teasing grin*
Me:
✨ Unbind me from the Earth✨
Everyone say thank you to @courtofsketches for this beautiful and emotional #feysand art😭
"I love you. Even when we are a whisper of existence among the stars."
Feyre and Rhysand's Secret Mating Ceremony commissioned by me with the amazingly talented Artcraawl (link to art post here).
I would've killed you if were a shikigami user, but since it's Curse Manipulation there's no telling what might happen to the Cursed Spirits you've absorbed after you die. I'd rather avoid extra trouble here.
Fourth Wing Spoiler!!
“Stay with the Wingleader,” was so “Stay with the High Lord” coded
LIKE STOP THE MF MADNESSSSS RIGHT NEOOOWWWWWWW OH MY GAWWLWLD. BE SO SERIOUS
He’s literally the sexiest most fuckable dad and person ever to be created I’m FERALLLLL
Feyra isn't equal to Rhysand, the cauldron didn't bless her with power of 7 courts for her to be equal to him
The cauldron blessed HIM to be the strongest of all the High Lords in history in order for HIM to be equal to her
Like... No one else is able to handle Feyra Archeon, there had to be created equal to her not the other way around
and can we talk about how tam (for ex:) was straight up threatened by her powers, even to where he tried to suppress them/her and tried to force her into a ‘female role’ (gag)— like, how little is ur pp dude ???
meanwhile rhys saw feyre and was awed by her power, helped her train, watched her bloom, saw her do things he himself being the most powerful high lord could never do and knelt before her— like WHAT A MAN. that’s real true big-d energy right there.
and he sat her on his throne when tam had put a smaller way less pretty throne for her next to his.
Waaahhhh baby wants his bottle cause he can’t handle a real woman waaahhhhh
TW: Lucien’s SA
Speak your truth, even if your voice shakes
Lucien and Ianthe drawn by the incredible @: tangerine.eileen to spread awareness of Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
Fuck all love letters except whatever Cardan Greenbriar had going on when he wrote “my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. it was yours before i could admit it, and yours it shall ever remain”