anyway if rhys is white in the movie i’m quitting
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Inktober Day 1 - Feyre
…for a moment, I wished I had it in me to feel remorse for the dead thing. But this was the forest, and it was winter.
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I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death’s handmaidens.
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Hey hey hey
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I’ve been wanting to draw this scene for over a year exactly like this…..Sarah J Maas’s greatest moment ahaha. So cute.
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✨ Feyre & Rhysand ✨ I just finished ACOMAF and I’m not ready for it to be over!!!
📚 bookstagram / shop ☕
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Happy ACOFAS release day!! of course I had to draw Feysand to celebrate
Don’t forget you can bag yourself a copy of the exclusive edition with some of my illustrations inside! Available at Books-A-Million (US), Indigo (Canada), Waterstones (UK), and QBD (Australia)
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“I am High Lady of the Night Court” - WIP
I just spent way more time on this sketch than I planned, but I don’t even care. I LOVE this scene! <3 <3 <3
Final image may be viewed here.
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THIS IS FEYRES STARFALL DRESS
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More Rhysand :)
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@litladiesnetwork event three ▪ favourite woc in literature
↳ amren (a court of thorns and roses)
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Me:
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The High Lords (+ High Lady) of Prythian: Solar Courts
“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”
His brown skin and hair were kissed with gold, as if the sunrise had permanently gilded them, but his upswept eyes, rich brown of freshly tilled fields, were his lovliest feature.
My equal in every way. She would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.
Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he’d offered me—though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced a bit. No wonder the Lady of Autumn hadn’t stood a chance.
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