#((no spoilers pls))

[yulen-creations]

Took me a while to draw this!!

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[iyuray]

Sketchbook page of Shadowsan (He's such a dad I love him)

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

just started playing slay the princess and DAMN this game sure is the real plural experience huh. my headmates are arguing over which way of holding a knife makes us look cooler while the narrator sounds like we're driving him to drink

[lavenderr-starrs]

I bought the Phoenix Whright ace attorney trilogy on my switch today cause I got a Nintendo gift card and I’ve been playing it completely blind, so far it’s really fun! I finished the steel samurai trial:

And All I’m saying is this is the vibe Edgeworths lil “Confession” thing at the end of the final trial gave me XDD

[marmaruuu]

Melinoe 💚✨

[thimbell]

I am once again returning from a long unplanned hiatus. Thank you for waiting.

El’s au hurt me and now i gotta do angsty fanart of their bois and goopy guy. Is it el’s au canon compliant? who knows! not me because i still gotta catch up, but here’s the INTRO to some bad times ahead hee hee hee >:) I’ll post the updates throughout the week along with a bunch of other stuff i’ve been working on while away!

[writing-biting]

Just started playing in stars and time, odile has the meanest eyes ive ever seen. I think i'm going to be obsessed with her

[mcuamerica]

The Shadowsinger: Prologue

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Parental abuse, nightmares, mentions wing clipping, starvation from being trapped, spoilers for ACOTAR series. If I forgot anything, please let me know!

Pairings: (Eventual) Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: After your family tries clipping your wings, you flee to the northern Illyrian mountains.

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

My graphics are my own. If you wish to use them, please give credit!

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It wasn’t every day you flew your way to the northern mountains of Illyria. It also wasn’t everyday your father tried clipping your wings when you refused to marry the brutal son of a terrifying male.

You flew until you couldn’t see any smoke from fires, tents, homes. You flew so far your wings began to falter from not only the assault they’d taken but the treacherous wind of the storm blowing in. You flew till you glided under the trees and finally stumbled to your feet, shaking from not only the cold, but what you just did. You ran away. You got out of that horrible household. Flinching from the memories as they rolled through, you stumbled over to a nearby small stream. The winter storm was drawing near, and from what the clouds looked like above, it wasn’t going to be a pleasant one.

Thank the Mother, you’d grabbed a bag of supplies on your way out. One of your brothers that they’d packed for a training session coming up. It had a small blanket, a starter for fire, a couple of sheathed daggers, and a canteen. Not a lot, but it would let you survive the storm as long as you got a fire going. As soon as some of the chill from the flight wore off, you went down to the clear stream, filling the canteen.

You just had to make it through the storm, and that would be enough. You would figure out what to do about your scratched, but healing, wings tomorrow.

But day break never came. When you’d woken from your exhausted slumber, your fire had burnt out, and you were completely snowed into the cave. You had gotten some food the night before, but it would only last you until that night, maybe the next if you’d packed snow on it to keep it from rotting. The water you had would keep you to a day or two after that, if you rationed it enough.

You knew it was a death sentence the moment you tried clawing your way out that night, not being able to take the darkness. You knew the Illyrian winter storm wouldn’t let up, and you knew that you’d die in that cave if some blessing didn’t come to melt away that snow.

You spent a long time shivering and exhausted in the pitch black cave. You’d ran out of water some time after you’d run out of the scarce food. Not that you knew what time it was, or how long had gone by. Seconds felt like minutes, hours like days. You strained your ears for any sign of the snow melting. Of footsteps outside the cave so you could scream for help. You thought you went mad when you felt something cold brush up against you, whisper that it would be okay. And that’s when the blessing came. When you felt the shadows wrapping themselves around you, almost in a comforting manner, and like a whisper on the wind, you were out in the bright sunlight. You had to blink for a minute to even adjust to the brightness.

It was the sound of the stream trickling and the light breeze on your face that had your eyes prick with tears. You had gotten out. By some miracle, you had gotten out.

You jolted awake, feeling the familiar shadows tracing around your shoulders, the tips of your wings, as you shot up from the bed. Glancing over to the male that was by your side, still sleeping, you scooted out of the bed. One that was too small even for your wings. Collecting your clothes, you slowly went into the dingy bathing room and prepared yourself for the day. After you’d put your clothes back on, you crept out of the room, the male whose name you’d forgotten still sleeping on the bed.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of the memory you re-lived as you walked out of the small inn and into the daylight, but stayed near the darkness of the trees as you made your way into town. You hadn’t thought about it in a long time, what had happened to you. The horrible last night seeing your blood family was one of the most terrifying experiences you had faced. Only one good thing came from it as far as you were concerned. You’d gotten your shadows. You learned to listen to them, hearing them whisper things about people around you, about the trees and animals. You learned to bend into them, letting them consume you when you wanted. As you pleased.

You supposed that your freedom was the other good thing that came of that night. Those days that were spent in the cave. But you were constantly looking over your shoulder as if your father and three brothers would be standing there, scowling, with the blades to clip your wings once and for all. The wings that took you so far north, you’d only found one small village when you gathered the strength to stray from the cave. The village you’ve spent the following 100 years of your life in.

You learned to earn your keep when a kind female of the name Sirona, the only village healer, took you in to help with your still injured wings and malnourished body. You’d stayed with her while you got back to your normal health, and hunted for her family until you started to help her with healing.

They hadn’t seen a Shadowsinger before. Only ever heard rumors of one that was close to the High Lord. Being so far north, they didn’t get much news from the Night Court, or from any Courts. It seemed only strong willed Illyrians who tried to take on the brunt of the northern mountain range ended up coming through your town. One of which you’d taken to bed the night before. Again, you couldn’t even bother to remember his name. He’d be flying back to his war camp soon enough.

Maybe a war camp where he would see your father and brothers. But wouldn’t tell of your abilities. Of your shadows. Because you’d only allowed outsiders to see them at night, when it could be a trick of the light. The only people you trusted were Sirona, her mate, Igna, and their son, Oran. And perhaps the other villagers, though you didn’t spend much time with them since you’d taken Sirona’s side in learning how to heal. Even if you didn’t have any powers other than your shadows, not that had been unearthed anyway, you learned other ways. How to bandage and clean wounds, to stitch them, to make tonics that would heal them faster. The village didn’t need it much, there wasn’t a lot of trouble here. But it felt good to be helpful.

So that’s what you were doing just a few days after your nightmare. You carried a basket of tonics around the village, delivering them to those who ordered it earlier in the week. Most were for females on their cycle, or contraception ones for them and their partners. You were making your way back to your small apartment, above Sirona and Igna’s house, when you heard doors start slamming shut.

“Run… not safe… help them…” you heard your shadows say in a panic. The next thing you knew, dozens of Illyrian wings littered the skies. You could even make out the bows they carried. You shifted back towards the back side of one of the shops, your shadows whirling around you, tugging you to go help the people who took you in all those years ago.

But you couldn’t move. Not as you scanned the Illyrians, worried this was when your father would finally come back to claim your freedom.

If you knew what was going to happen, you would have wished that was what happened. Wished your father, however terrible and brutal he was, came to get you that day. Because what happened next was worse than the failed wing clipping. Was worse than the days on end you spent stuck in the cave.

It was the day Amarantha came to claim you as her personal Shadowsinger.

Chapter One

A/N: Hello!! I hope you enjoyed the prologue! This is the backstory of the reader. This is very much a story about the reader rather than a love story (at least at the beginning. I’ve only written about half of what I plan to write.) I plan to eventually have reader and Azriel be love interests... Enjoy!

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[sketchthetofu]

3/3 PRIME DEFENDERS!!! I wanna draw Ashe too but just haven’t gotten around to it yet- but yippee!!! First time drawing William & Vyncent :D!!!! Idk how I feel about em yet but we shall see :]

[grayskythunder]

Doodle of the best duo!!

[sydnieminty]

What a silly little gem person, I sure hope nothing bad happens to them

[microclown]

In love with whoever does these unofficial transcripts

[shitpostingkats]

I picked up Ghost Trick recently and I’m really enjoying it because it drops you in what looks to be familiar Anycity, USA and cold opens with “hey, you’re dead, ghosts are real, and have very specific rules.” and you think oh cool we’re leaving the Normal World behind for the Hidden World, classic stuff. But then you play the game and it turns out the normal world is just actually BONKERS INSANE.

Rotary phones and vhs tapes and flatscreen tvs all exist alongside eachother. Everyone is polytheistic but there are christmas decorations everywhere. Secret government prisons are real, but the death penalty is practically unheard of. There’s exactly one restaurant in town and the only thing they serve is whole rotisserie chickens with an optional side of fried chicken. None of this is remarked upon as odd, or even mentioned at all. I love it.

[eliotbaum]

glad so many enjoy our lady wachter, so i thought i’ll share this silly doodle of fiona wachter & lydia petrovna at karaoke night 😂

[cringengl]

if u tell me that the main character of a series is motivated by revenge i will eat that shit up every time bcus the revenge is usually born out of powerful love for whoever or whatever died, or was wronged and now that the love doesn't have anywhere to go, it's been turned into violence like nothing has me on the edge of my seat more

[chocolatey-umbreon]

my perspective on jon and martin has gone like this:

season 1-2: okay i see why people ship that. it does sound like something tumblr ppl would like.

season 3, when basira and melanie talk about martin liking jon: oh it’s going to actually be part of the show, it’s not just a fan thing. also aw martin is the one with the crush first, that’s v cute to think about actually.

rest of season 3: i mean it’s a cute ship but i’m much more interested on whatever elias has got going on.

season 4: oh um. fuck. fuck. okay. this um.. this Thing. going on. between them has skipped every rational part of me processing the show and gone straight to squeeze and punch and tear my heart apart without my consent? hello!! im sobbing and crying and screaming and i don’t even know when it started?? what is happening please help me