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~The goblin court~
Wasn't sure if I ever posted this. If I did, well... here it is again. I made this for an AU where Hob is secretly the goblin king called "married for love". Then I realized if the goblins are going to play such a big part, I should probably get a consistent design out there. Wiki didn't help me much, but I love character design. Tried my hardest :)
#dimension 20 acofaf#dimension 20#dimension 20 a court of fey and flowers#a court of fey and flowers#captain k p hob#k p hob#lady boil#lord blemish#viscountess grabalba#art#my stuff#saltgoblins#acofaf
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Doodles! I didn’t finish the second one because I wanna redo it with Grabalba’s official design. I like to think that Lady Boil ate the teacup once she was done.
BTW is it better to have alt text in the body of the post instead of in the reader thingy? Which is most preferred? Is there a way they should be formatted? Thank you to those who have provided alt text descriptions for some of my past posts!
[A collection of “A Court of Fey and Flowers” pencil sketches.
1) Lord Blemish and Lady Boil share tea after Rue’s true form reveal. “I say, Lady Boil. The Mistrex is WASTED on the Court of Wonder.” Lord Blemish is a fluffy goblin with a bat nose, a goatee, large eyebrows and a curly swish of hair. “An owlbear!” he mutters to himself. “Who’da thunk?” Lady Boil, who is similar but taller and has larger fangs, looks sideways at Hob stumbling offscreen. “Hmm. Damn, he’s got it BAD.”
2) Andhera, Oberon and Grabalba from the scene in episode 4. “How’s your mother?” “LOL Breezy!” The characters’ heads are inked, the rest is in pencil.
3) Rough sketches of Lady Boil, Lord Blemish, and Viscountess Grabalba. Small sketch of Hob and Rue nuzzling foreheads.
4) a silly sketch of Mucky sprinting away with Princess Suntar clinging to his back, screaming “ANDHERA YOU BASTAAAARD!” A tiny stick figure of Andhera waves in the background, shouting, “Byeeeee!”
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#a court of fey and flowers#dimension20#acofaf#acofaf spoilers#a court of fey and flowers spoilers#spoiler#lady boil#Lord blemish#Princess suntar#doodles#my art#Mucky#prince andhera#viscountess grabalba#King Oberon#captain kp hob#delloso de la rue
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Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.
#my characters#i will not bore you all too much in the main post but now its story time in the tags so yeefuckinghaw#noll is a fae and is distinctly the only one that just lacks colors#at first he was like well surely i can wear colorful stuff to make up for my dark hair and eyes !#and then he overhears some of the fae talking about how hes a blemish to the fae and hes like well fuck#guess its time to go all in baby! and decks himself out in all black and jagged clothing#and he tries to play it off as hes an idiot and a lot of the fae actually believe its not ALL an act#like they can tell he thinks about stuff but he normally does it staring into space so they dont care to ask#cause surely it isnt important enough to brood about hes just thinking about stuff#and he really REALLY has a lot of confidence issues and worries that more fae are disturbed by his darkness than let on#but then the other fae that like to hang out with him are like#YOOOOOO THATS OUR LIL VOID! THATS OUR LIL GUY! our lil black spot look at him hes so edgy and cute!#and treat him like a pet cat at times giving him head pats even if he bats their hands away#and the plot premise is that some of the fae are bored and decide they should go play with some humans! give THEM enrichment too!#and noll gets roped into it and The Game is basically go find a human partner and convince them to be an ally#then the fae give the humans cool lil toys (weapons) and are like GO FORTH MY CHAMPION!#so noll keeps like ... not picking anyone to participate because its not just A Game to him#if he can prove victorious in A Game with outside factors such as humans then he can prove hes not#an absolute disappointment to the fae like he has a lot riding on this in his mind#and his friends are just like buddy you cant even play if you dont pick a human you gotta#anyway here is noll and then i have ideas for two other fae and also a veeeery vague idea for two of the humans though not as sure yet#rae if you read all this you should know the cobalt is a fae thanks bye#i am so stressed posting ocs every single time and i am incredibly depressed and anxious#so good lord please let me not just delete all the tags in an hour bc im ashamed
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Thinking about a very mockumentary stylised show based on ACOFAF but the opening scene is the ending scene because "Do you tell a story where it begins or at the ost interesting part?" When I mean Mockumentary I mean we have confessional booth scenes etc
#a court of fey and flowers#binx choppley#acofaf wuvvy#Prince Andhera#lady chirp featherfowl#delloso de la rue#Gwydolin Thistlehop#k.p hob#lord squak airavis#Lord Blemish and Lady Boil#Theodore
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haha so ruehob server wildin hanahaki au. we’re a mess.
Andhera: Bestie? Bro. Bro. Broski. Bestie. Dude. My guy. My dude. My battle field mate. The guy who spars me. Bro.
Andhera: my sparry oilly buddy. wait hang on that was meant to be just a thought and not words. sounded better in my head
Andera: d.....dad?
Hob: anything but that.
boil and blemish call him to report and he’s terrified he’s about to be dismissed but they just tell him to get it under control and stop being in love with whoever he’s in love with
Like andhera could go to the libraries and be like. actually there’s a common cause in every hanahaki case to date. and that’s that they both loved each other but for some reason refused to see it.
Hob: oh weird it must be a super special different case this time
Andhera: (throws book directly into hobs face)
the cousins try to fix hob by encouraging him to slut it up which does not work lol
binx and andhera watching this man refuse to confess his love that is killing him:
#binx choppley#hanahaki#battlemaster of ceremonies#captain k.p. hob#lady chirp featherfowl#lord squak airavis#andhera#this is just doodles#im so sorry#im losing it HJSKJSKL#art#blemish and boil ig#look at em#i wish they had designs#anyway sorry for the fucking spam HJSKL#acofaf#a court of fey and flowers
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I could write a thesis on this scene alone
#and later I will don't test me#a court of fey and flowers#lady blemish#lord boil#captain kp hob#dimension 20
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google how to not want to die when i have breakouts that i apparently have little to no control over
#like idk what ill do if they ever stop making the stuff i put on my face that is the only thing thats ever even kind of worked for me#even then if im on my period it gets overpowered so i can never be truly free#i know half the trick is not picking at my face but good lord !!!! stop giving me so much to pick at !!!!!#me when i literally bruise my face and give myself a giant lump bc im too stubborn to stop trying to get whatever blemish is in there 🤕#personal
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Or Walking Triumphant
“…Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her, that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that He might present the church to Himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.” Ephesians 5:25-27ESV
What kind of church do you suppose Christ will find, if He returns today? Will she be strong and mighty?
Filled with love?
Victorious?
Holy?
“Without blemish?”
Bickering within her own body?
Lied to and lost?
Cold, dead and dying?— “And then many will fall away and betray one another and hate one another…because lawlessness will be increased, the love of many will grow cold?…”
The half dead church?— “…But the one who endures to the end will be saved?” Matthew 24:10,12-13ESV
Which scripture is true? Are they both sound doctrine? Remember, one was spoken by Jesus and the other was written by Paul. Does that make a difference?
These vast differences are what is known as the dichotomy of the scriptures— polar opposites— yet both are true. How can this be so? Let me add to the confusion a bit more— “Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when He appears we shall be like Him, because we shall see Him as He is. And everyone who thus hopes in Him purifies himself as He is pure” 1John 3:2-3ESV. Jesus is coming back for a bride which looks like and acts like Him, per Paul and John. Will we be the church running scared; narcing out our brothers and sisters in Christ; or walking triumphant in the power of His name? Are we even talking about the same time period?
Something bothers me about this end-times rhetoric, which we’re hearing everywhere. A “minister-prophet” said, ‘it’s absolutely impossible for Jesus to not return very soon— we’re in the middle of Matthew 24. Folks, we can expect Jesus to return at any moment.’
Yet, Matthew 24:36-44 quoting V44ESV “Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.” If Jesus came now, we’d be expecting Him. Things are becoming harsh. We’re beginning to see a falling away of believers— but when did the great-ingathering-aka-revival happen? It didn’t. Read verses 36-44, Jesus said we’d be laughing, partying, getting married— that’s not been happening for several years- (couples cohabitate now). The wise servant, per verse45, will be doing God’s things, God’s way, speaking like God’, acting like our Savior, as Paul and John wrote about.
This wise servant and glorious bride will be one and the same. They’ll be speaking like Jesus, walking in the power of Jesus, manifesting the power of Holy Spirit, marrying for covenant reasons, fully washed in the water of God’s word. She’ll not be controlled by evil, but will walk in love for mankind.
There’s a lot of confusion in the church regarding where we are— Mom always said, ‘satan is the author of confusion.’ Are you listening to the author of confusion and stand in confusion? Have you been pressing in close to God to know what Holy Spirit is saying is coming? I’ve given you what I’ve been hearing. What will you believe? It’s your choice. You choose.
LET’S PRAY: Lord God You know what is coming. Please don’t allow us to waste our time going the wrong way, Help us Lord to rightly divide the word of God with discernment of the times, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.
by Debbie Veilleux
Copyright 2022 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.
#Jesus Christ#lord of lords#Word of God#Holy Spirit#God#it's your choice#devotional#walking#triumphant#impossible#victorious#blemish#holy#love#hope#faith
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You will be a crown of splendour in the LORD’s hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God. Isaiah 62:3
Our God is a loving and caring God. He takes broken people, people considered useless, and makes something beautiful out of their lives. He makes them whole, He makes them useful in His hand, He does incredible things through them. That's how extravagant His love is. Each of us could testify to this, how He took us out of the miry pit and gave us a chance at life. Not only that, He is preparing us to be the Bride of Christ. He's moulding and shaping us to be conformed to His image. He has washed our sins with His blood and made us white as snow. Now He's so proud to show us off to the world, holding us in His hand for all to see— a splendid crown in the hand of God. Yes that's His ultimate plan for us. “so that He might present the church to Himself in splendour, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish." Ephesians 5:27
#royalty#royal family#children#children of god#crown#bible verse#daily devotional#christian quotes#bible quotes#inspiration#daily devotion#christian quote#christian life#scripture#bible
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Related to my story: married for love
The courts are plotting again...! Very much a work in progress :) Wuvvy is so fun to draw.
#d20#dimension 20 acofaf#dimension 20#acofaf#captain k p hob#wuvvy#acofaf wuvvy#lady boil#lord blemish#viscountess grabalba#grabalba#related to a fic#my stuff#art
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I am still thinking so hard about artist Jon.
Like. It's a hobby for him, purely, he doesn't plan to make money off of it. It's just for fun. He doodled a bit in his free time and then took life drawing classes in uni because Georgie insisted he needed to get out and do something more than studying so he. Kept studying. But just art this time.
He would describe his style as a kind of realism, but its definitely stylized in colors at least, as he's impatient and goes for bolder colors for lighting pretty early in his process so he doesn't lose the feeling of the piece, especially if it never gets finished. He wants to keep the vibes, just in case he wants to go back to it, so he doesn't forget.
He kinda falls of drawing after he starts at the institute, but I think during season 4 he picks it up again to cope with. Everything. He's not using his fancy drawing supplies since he doesn't have them anymore, just office pens and pencils. It's a lot of Martin, of course. But also Tim. He wishes he could ask Melanie to describe Sasha for him so he could try to draw her too, but he figures that wouldn't go down very well. Besides, telling his coworkers he draws is too much vulnerability anyway. Sometimes he even draws The Admiral, but he doesn't often draw animals so it never does him justice in his eyes.
Then at the safehouse, he works up the nerve and asks if Martin could sit for him for a bit. He doesn't need to pose or anything, just stay right there, Martin, keep reading that book, just don't move too much for a while, the lighting is perfect, he needs to capture it. He needs to map it with pen and paper. His phone camera could never catch the golden light on Martin's hair, and besides, the photo could lie to him later. But muscle memory and scratches in paper are harder to change, surely. He needs to record the moment like this. Hold it to his heart. Feel it in his wrist as he swipes strands of hair across the page, in his shoulder as his arm arcs down the curve of Martin's stomach, in his fingertips as he smudges the pigment he bought from the local craft supply shop to form a reddened cheek.
And Martin's cheeks are red. After everything that's happened, all the distance, his heart wasn't prepared for the intimacy of sitting before the man he loves being lovingly analyzed and having his likeness put to paper. It's exciting and agonizing at the same time, feeling eyes on him for hours as Jon stares down every curve, maps out every freckle, mole, and blemish. And when Martin sees the final image as Jon sheepishly presents it to him, he cries. He remembers feeling the fear of statement givers as he read their stories, living it through the words written. It was kind of like that, only instead of fear, he felt the overwhelming love pressed into every line on the page. Every stroke, every smudge, even tucked into the negative space, filling him up until it couldn't be contained, and he burst into tears. (Which worried Jon greatly until Martin reassured him with a hug and a kiss.)
He doesn't ask Jon to stop drawing him. How could he, when it was always with such love behind it? Not to mention Jon was getting back in the swing of it, oiling his rusty skills, and he was so happy doing it. But he will admit it was mildly mortifying seeing their home fill up with so many portraits of him, steadily increasing in their flattering composition. Jon was drawing from his imagination now that he had memorized most of Martin's form, and it was getting out of hand. He once caught a glimpse of a work in progress of Martin lounging and being fed grapes by cherubs. Good lord.
#ramblings with major#the magnus archives#tma#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jonmartin#jmart#artist!jon#this got out of hand. its fine. akdjsksjs
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Do you have any ineffable bureaucracy headcanons that you haven’t shared yet? :)
(this might be long and the doodle is kinda wonky but I got excited seeing this ask srry lol)
oh i have PLENTY that I'm planning to slowly roll out through doodles but since u asked here's one as a little treat ^^
i like to keep in mind that angels and demons are just little weird creatures in human disguises and so I love making them behave like weird little creatures sometimes- specifically demons, seeing as they already have animalistic traits
so with that being said gabe and beez looove grooming eachother like critters do!! I've already said before beelzebub likes to preen gabriel's feathers, but beez has no feathers of their own, so gabe loves to pamper them with massages and head scratches heehee
you see beez has permanent remnants of their fall, like painful blemishes and completely damaged hair from being burned, so having that soothed is something they absolutely love! they also buzz like crazy almost like purring :P
DON'T tell anyone the former demon lord occasionally likes scratchies omg that's so embarrassing - I feel like I'm invading their privacy doodling this LMAOOO 🙈😋
#they r sooo cheesy and annoying i love themmm 💕💞💕#MORE IN THE WORKS STAY TUNED...🪰🕊️#asks#good omens#good omens 2#archangel gabriel#lord beelzebub#boxfly#ineffable bureaucracy#my art
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Scars
Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC
Masterlist
Warnings: mention of smut but nothing too vivid, Tav history but nothing horrible, kinda funny in some ways, really enjoyed writing this one and if you don't like it - I hate to tell you but you are wrong (I don't make the rules here sorry (I def do make the rules)), I'm so sleep deprived lord help me
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You laid across from Astarion, enjoying each other's company as the early morning rays of golden sunshine cascaded into the tent. It was the first night you had slept together of Astarion’s own volition. After defeating Cazador, he decided to try living again and he wanted to indulge in every way possible, including indulging in you. It was sweet, gentle, thoughtful lovemaking. Ensuring you were both comfortable and consenting was at the forefront of both your minds. You laid on your combined bedrolls nude, your lower halves covered by a thin blanket. Astarion traced over your face deftly, his fingers subconsciously tracing over the scars that crossed your eye, cheek, and lips.
“How did you get these?” he asked suddenly.
Your eyes opened completely, waking from their sleepy haze to find his.
“Forgive me, that was rude… you don’t have to tell me.” he said, shaking his head.
You smiled at him, kissing him briefly. “I’m just as old as you, I have quite a few scars if you’d like to hear the many tales.” you smirked.
He let out a relieved sigh, worried he had offended you somehow. He nodded at your question, finding the raised blemishes to be quite beautiful against your skin.
“These,” you said gently moving his fingers across your eye and cheek, “are from a devil. My very short stint fighting in the Blood War gave me these.”
“And this,” you said tracing over your lips, “from a dog. Bit me when I was 7.”
You moved his hand to trace over the large scar that spanned across your neck, “A near death fight with a Bhaal spawn. Nearly took my head off, thankfully I had quite the healer with me.”
Astarion grimaced at this scar. He couldn’t imagine that kind of pain. Being bitten by Cazador had felt like a shard of icy glass being plunged into his neck. Having your throat sliced open by someone as vicious as a Bhaal spawn, he could imagine the immense fear seeing all the blood seeping from you, your life slipping away slowly. He thanked any gods who were listening for the healer who saved you long ago.
“How old were you?” he whispered.
“For my neck?” you asked, “I was 80, my first time in Baldur’s Gate actually. Quite the welcome.” you chuckled.
You carried on with your little tour of your body. “This one,” you said, tracing a very faint scar of three little dots on the top of your chest, “I gave to myself. Turns out forks are quite dangerous if you trip with them in your hand.”
Astarion scoffed, a breathy laugh coming out after. As gifted of a fighter as you are, you are also the most accident prone individual he has ever met.
“Lets see…” you continued moving his fingers to your upper ribs where a deep, jagged scar lay, “A worshiper of Loviatar “blessed” me with that one.”
“Blessed you?” he said, quirking an eyebrow with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
“Let's just say Loviatar worshipers enjoy all manner of things in the bedroom.” you blushed. “It was truly a blessing though, the knife they so graciously stabbed me with was infused with magic. Makes me harder to kill since I “embraced” Loviatar.”
Astarion smiled at that one. He had noticed how slashing didn’t seem to have much effect on you in battle, now he knows why.
“This one,” you said, moving his hand to a scar that spanned from your belly button to your hip, “Particularly brutal - a Lolth sworn drow and a drider came after me while I was knocked down. Turns out spider legs are sharp as fuck. And the venom? Lord, I have yet to feel a sting quite like that again.”
Astarion frowned, he always despised spiders. Now he has even more reason to dislike them.
“This,” you moved his hand to your upper right thigh, “Another self-inflicted accident. Swam in the Black Lake, which is forbidden and for good reason too. Giant eels leave quite the electric burn.”
“Why were you in a forbidden lake?” he asked, thumbing over the patchy scar.
“Why not?” you winked at him with a smirk.
Gods he loved your rebellious spirit, quite matched his own. Trouble seemed to find you both all too easily and yet, you always managed to make fun out of it.
“This,” you said as you dramatically slapped his hand to your ass cheek. He felt for a moment before feeling a raised “X” shape. “An arrow of Ilmater from a particularly pissed off dwarf.”
“And, pray tell, why was he pissed off?” he said with a smirk of his own.
“I may or may not have been trying to steal a particular magical necklace.” you grinned.
Astarion hooked his finger under the golden chain around your neck that always had a slight ethereal glow to it. “I’m assuming you managed to steal said necklace?” he said before tugging on it to pull you into a kiss.
You giggled when you pulled away as his lips followed yours, you pecked them again before continuing. “Yes. Well worth it though, it prevents me from being poisoned. It’s come in handy more than once.”
You moved his hand to your knee but not before he gave your ass a final squeeze. You squealed as you leaned into him. He would never get tired of your toothy grin, it was like sunshine to him, he loved to bask in it.
“This one,” you said as you moved his hand to feel over two parallel scars, “from a mermaid. She tried to drown me so I kicked her off, but not before her scales dug into me.”
“Why was she trying to drown you?” he asked.
You gave him a sarcastic look, “Have you ever met a mermaid? They don’t need a reason, they do it for sport.”
Astarion nodded, making a mental note to not venture too far into mermaid infested waters.
“Kept the scales though! Worth a fortune since they make elixir of water breath.” you said jovially, finding the positive in said situation.
“Elixir of what?” Astarion asked, searching his mind for this unknown elixir.
“Water breath; you can breathe underwater for quite some time once you drink it. Rather rare though, getting scales off a mermaid is a pretty deadly task.” you shrugged.
“Any more?” Astarion said, his eyes running over all the scars that littered your body. So many stories, so many emotions.
“Just two…” you said as you raised your foot up so his hand could feel over the top of it. A “Z” shaped scar. “This one is from a Zhentarim, hence the “Z” shape. Got caught trying to break into one of their hideouts. Left me with a lovely little scar to remind me not to try again.”
Astarion traced the shape, you jerked away at the ticklish feeling.
“Finally,” you said moving his hand between your legs right where the plush of your thigh meets your groin, “this one is from the best lover I have ever had.”
Astarion felt for a moment but couldn’t feel anything. He looked up at you confused, “There's no scar here?” he said, waiting for you to guide him to the proper spot.
“Not yet. I suggest you get to it, fangs.” you smirked at him.
Astarion gave you a wicked smile when your words clicked in his head, “I’d be honored to add to the collection…” he said as he trailed himself down your body, leaving feverish pecks and little nips as he descended before licking over your thigh and sinking his fangs in.
You arched your back while you carded your fingers through his white curls. You never wanted to leave this bed, this tent, or him. And luckily, you didn’t have to, not now. Not ever. He would alway be yours, and you his.
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Naboo's Note:
Hello! :D I am so fucking tired but also very awake right now working this overnight. I fucking love this piece so I hope you all do too! Fun fact, the fork scar is an actual scar I have because I am, in fact, a clumsy bitch lol. This felt very fluffy to me and just generally made me feel better so I hope it was comforting to ya'll as well. Talk soon, thanks for everything!!!!!!!! TTYLXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!
#baldurs gate 3#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#bg3#writing#bg3 wyll#gale of waterdeep#karlach#lae'zel#isekai#baldursgate#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate fanart#baldurs gate tav#astarion bg3#bg3 fanart#bg3 tav#bg3 astarion#bg3 spoilers#bg3 art#baldurs gate#tav#baldurs gate 3 astarion#astarion#baulders gate 3
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Could you do skin care headcanons with the bat boys? I don’t know why this popped into my head but it did and I’m not complaining lol
A/n: I feel like they’re each so different with this stuff lmao
Warnings: none
Cassin
Cass just uses regular soap and a face cloth for his daily routine and it’s so frustrating bc he has nice skin
It’s definitely not smooth and soft but blemish free for sure
Az and Rhys have been wondering for over 200 years what his secret is to his skin care routine bc every time they ask he just teases them by saying “you wish you knew.” And skip away
The truth is he started stealing products from Rhys
Cass used Rhys’s bathroom at the town house one time and knew he immediately had to keep using this stuff bc of how good his skin felt after
He didn’t buy his own though, he decided messing with Rhys would be better and started stealing products if Rhys had a duplicate of it or Rhys never used it
It drives Rhys insane and he still hasn’t figured it out but Az did and he still hasn’t told on Cassian
Rhys
Rhys has a 12 step skin care routine with 100 other products that help with something
He also uses sunscreen and lip balm with spf
He definitely has one of those jade rollers, a gua sha stone, and ice face roller that he uses religiously
I also think Rhys would use under eye patches to help the bags under his eyes. He’s always up late and everyone exhausts him so he needs the extra help
Rhys also has extra fluffy face towels bc why not have them match his regular towels
When he does find out Cassian is stealing his stuff they get into an argument that Feyre and Azriel just love watching bc it’s not a conversation either of them ever thought a High Lord and General would ever be having
Azriel
Azriel’s skin is perfect and with minimal effort
He has a 3 step routine of face wash, prep serum, and moisturizer
Az started off using some of Rhys’s stuff while figuring out what worked for him or what he wanted to use
I think Azriel is a very routine person and he hates having it messed up
If he’s on missions it’s fine if he doesn’t do his full routine but he just makes up for it when he gets home by taking an extra long bath and scrubbing his face
After missions Az does face masks to relax and it’s always a detoxifying one
#acotar#acotar fanfiction#acotar reader fic#acotar reader imagine#acotar imagine#azriel x reader#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x you#cassian acotar#cassian x you#cassian fanfic#cassian imagine#cassian x reader#cassian#azriel headcanons#cassian headcanons#rhysand headcanon#rhysand x reader#rhysand imagine#acotar rhysand#rhysand acotar#rhysand#rhys acotar#Rhys headcanon
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I'm finally starting it, the full-fledge version of my king eldritch abomination!eddie and prince steve ficlet series. Eddie is in the middle of a feud with an opposing kingdom. Running out of options, he decides to kidnap their prince. Part 1/?
Dark clouds descended over the castle. It had been raining for days. A fact that the king was certain had everything to do with the monster that made their home in the neighboring kingdom. Alric prided himself on being a successful monarch. His lineage was the stuff of legends. But there was one blemish on the Harrington name. And it was that none so far had been able to best the beast that lived on the horizon.
It was an unfortunate state that his land shared a border with that of a King Edward. He wasn’t a man, he was a…a creature. A thing with many voices and many faces that masqueraded as a mortal human.
If there was one thing Alric could do to seal his name in the annals of history, it was wiping that entire place and all its inhabitants off the face of the map.
Such a thing was easier said than done. As much steel and iron as his armory possessed, the monsters were numerous.
“Increase the patrols. I want eyes on every inch of the border”, he ordered.
“Do we have enough men for that? Recruitment has been low”, the prince said.
An amendment to a previous statement. There was a second blemish on the Harrington family. And his name was Steven. His son, who did nothing but sleep with whatever girl looked his way. Complacent and unambitious. The rare day he was allowing the disappointment to join in on the session with his war council and he was speaking out of turn.
“You would do best to watch your tongue”, Alric said.
Steve turned his head down, deferring to his father. He was good at one thing at least. Obedience. He looked down to the map again, pacing about it, trying to think of where best to send his men to quell what was surely a slow uprising.
“He is right, my liege. We can’t afford to send more men to the borders. This year’s crop of squires hasn’t met expectations.”
Alric glared at anyone who dared to disagree with him, even if they were right. But the reasoning of the lack of bodies would give him an excuse to do what he’s been wanting to for a while. It wasn’t enough to kill the monsters that inched along the border. It was time to officially go on the offensive.
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The rain coming down wasn’t by anyone’s hand but nature’s. You couldn’t tell a Harrington that though. They were stubborn as mules. He knew this quite well. King Edward had been ruling his realm for long enough that he had been dealing with Alric and his father and his father’s father. All who saw him and his people as only pests to be exterminated.
He could look past the odd villager slaying one of the demogorgans when they came into a town looking for an easy meal. That was simply self defense. But as of recently King Alric had begun sending soldiers into his forests to start seeking out any beasts and ending them on their own ground.
In response, Eddie used his powers to erect a thorny barrier. Anyone who wanted to enter his kingdom from that side would have to struggle through a dense bramble. It would be difficult for soldiers on horseback to get through. This sort of back and forth continued for months. Alric would sent more people, despite the harsh terrain, never caring for the champions he lost. The border would be strengthened to try and keep him out and he would just find another way in.
Eddie was losing his patience with the man and the straw that broke the camel’s back was when a messenger arrived with news of what happened to one of the towns close to the border.
“My lord! It’s terrible!”, the messenger bellowed as he crashed into the throne room.
“What is it?”, Eddie asked, concern showing through his voice and face.
“King Alric’s men! They’ve-! They’ve-!”
They had trespassed the line once again but this time they didn’t go attack a nest of demodogs. No, it seemed for this visit they saw fit to lay waste to a township of innocent civilians. They hadn’t slain a single monster. Only people.
It was practically a declaration of war.
“This can’t go on”, Jeff, one of his most trusted knights said when he heard the news.
“And it won’t”, Eddie promised. He was going to have some words with this tyrant. If he could avoid war, he would. But Eddie had a feeling if they ever got into the same room, he would kill him.
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Alric barely gave the sealed envelope a glance before tossing it into the fire. Steve shot up from the chair he’d been sitting in.
“What are you doing?! King Edward has finally sent a correspondence. Don’t you want to talk with him?”
“Steven! Don’t raise your voice at your father”, his mother, Juliana, scolded. “He knows what he’s doing.”
At the queen’s stern look, Steve sat back down. After speaking his mind in the war room, Steve hadn’t been allowed back. The privileges normally afforded to a crown prince, coming to the meetings, providing his own insight were taken from him. He didn’t want to think about what else would be taken if he kept speaking his mind. But this couldn’t be the right way of doing things. After shedding blood, the opposing monarch was trying to talk.
And his father was just ignoring it.
“That letter was most certainly just the incomprehensible scratch of an illiterate”, his father spat. “He wears the face of a man but that is not what he is.”
Steve ventured a question. “Then what is he?”, he asked quietly.
Alric stared intensely at the fire. “He is an abomination. Borne of the dark void which sucks all light and warmth from this world.”
“He can change his shape. That is why he is so dangerous”, Juliana added. “It is why he must be stopped.”
Steve understood that. He had heard the stories, which at this point were legends. One day, something had risen from a black pool and no one knew what it was. But it was powerful. Powerful enough to conjure up more from the black pool. More that were like it. Able to use the muck to make walls rise from the ground.
King Edward and fought with his great grandfather, which was how the border existed in the first place. He had fought his grandfather, which was why beasts like the demogorgan kept sentry at his borders. And now it was happening again.
Alric ignored every single letter that came, determined not to speak or negotiate. In the mean time, he continued to send squads to attack at towns and villages, stoking the other king’s ire.
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Eddie was once again, meeting with his council, squatting in his chair while their voices rose in volume. Each one angry and hurt and wanting to finally bite back. Eddie thought that this time he could choose peace. That this time he could get away without fighting. But it appeared wise old Alric was ready for a war.
“SILENCE!”, Eddie shouted while slamming his hands on the table. All conversation ceased. He rubbed at his face. “We have one last step before waging a war that could kill more than it saves.”
“And what’s that?”, Gareth asked.
Eddie rose to stand on his chair, then stepped onto the table that held a map of both of their lands. “If Harrington won’t sit down with us well then”, he stalked over to the pieces on the table that represented the royal family. He plucked up the one that was meant for the prince. “We’ll make him sit down.”
Part 2
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Lord Lamonte Hubert Urdagan is known among Tri-Kingdom nobility as the worst Lord in all of Vestur. At a rather young age he inherited the Urdagan Lordship after his father perished in a freak moose accident, and he has been an unwanted blemish on the Northern Kingdom ever since. Luckily, the Tri-Kingdom at large can comfortably pretend he does not exist, as Urdagan territory has little in the ways of population, roads, trade exports, or modern strategic value. There are viscounts with more sway in Tri-Kingdom politics than Lord Urdagan.
This is a reality he has accepted, and he attempts to make the best of it. He does his damnedest to care for his people with the means he has, and looks for silver linings where he can find them.
After all, if no one cares to watch you too closely, your time is your own.
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