New Elucien WIP underway✨✨✨

the finished piece 👈🏻🌸

Little sneak peek at my ACOTAR wip. Who's ready for some cazriel?

Read the fic here.

WIP Wednesday!

I'm excited to share a snippet of And the Hounds Bayed, a Southern Gothic styled fic centered on a very irredeemable Eris Vanserra.

🐶 Lucien, Elain, Nesta, and Azriel are all featured in this fic!

🐶 There's a lot of dog imagery and other dog things :)

🐶 The fic is scheduled to drop Feb 22!

🐶 Warning: Graphic(ish) descriptions of Violence

The forest was silent again, stilling as the hounds tore through the underbrush. Eris pulled the gun from his shoulder and plodded forward. His fingers danced over the rifle's worn metal to flick the safety free. Three generations of his kin had drawn a bead down this same barrel.  His father had passed it to him when he had been young, bringing him to the heart of the wood to down a buck. A rite of passage: to claim a life to signal the start of his own. Beron had watched his son with a skeptic’s squint, waiting for his eldest to cower before the task at hand. Yet Eris was wrought from the same wretched world as he was and rained down a leaden hail until the forest ran red with the blood of all that had been nearby. In this moment, Eris had found peace, an inner stillness born of the hunt’s grim ritual. 

I'm here for Tam Tam treats 👀👀

What's this about him going and getting beron?

Not as exciting as it sounds 😅 it was a one shot I started for last years Tamlin week. Which was my interpretation of the scene in which Tamlin drags beron out by the neck to go fight in ACOWAR. Okay maybe it’s a little exciting:

He didn’t have to find him. Beron was in the hall, fire raging in his palms. “What is the meaning of this?”

Tamlin’s claws unsheathed on his hands as he stopped and stared the high lord down. “There is a war. Your presence is required.”

guys i’m drawing NESTA my beloved!!!!!!!

Um WIP de quando eu estava no fandom de ACOTAR

No meio do inverno, situados sob uma das montanhas mais altas da corte noturna, Morrigan e Rhysand estavam encolhidos sob pesadas cobertas, enquanto lá fora, mesmo que eles não pudessem ver, a neve corria tão leve quanto o vento que a carregava.

A relação dos dois garotos deitados sobre a cama era tão normal quanto a de qualquer irmãos -embora o parentesco real de ambos estivesse longe da irmandade. Mesmo sendo primos, distantes primos, Rhysand e Morrigan cresceram quase como um só. Aonde quer que Rhysand fosse, Morrigan vinha logo atrás, irritando-o ou divertindo-o. Haviam noites em que os dois se escondiam dos adultos, seja em festas formais ou em simples eventos familiares, apenas para saborearem a rebeldia infantil e suas próprias presenças.

Todavia, no dia posterior a essa noite, Morrigan não podia acompanhar Rhysand, muito menos o chamar para se esconderem sob as longas mesas das festas da Cidade Escavada. Eles não sabiam exatamente o porquê, mas a Dama da Corte Noturna levaria seu filho, Rhysand, consigo, a fim de morar no local a qual ela viera; Illyria. 

“Rhysie” O sussurro de Morrigan ecoou baixinho na escuridão da montanha. Ela estava deitada de lado encarando a cabeleira preta do primo, que, ao ouvir a voz da menina, se virou para observá-la. “Me prometa uma coisa”.

“O que?” Rhysie indagou. Mesmo que aparentava estar dormindo, era visível o semblante alerta do menino; nenhum traço de sonolência. Os dois sabiam o que o dia de amanhã esperava.

“Me prometa que você não vai me esquecer.”

Ao ouvir o pedido, o menino não se conteve a segurar uma risada, o que custou  a ele um leve beliscão. 

“Ouch! Mor!”

“Eu estou falando sério, não ria!”

“Eu nunca vou te esquecer, sua doida. Vou ficar lá alguns anos, só.”

“Alguns anos... Quantos anos?”

“Mamãe não especificou, mas olha; vou poder te visitar e você vai poder me visitar. Ela me falou isso.”

“E se você não quiser me visitar? Aposto que você vai fazer novos amigos lá e vai se esquecer de mim.”

O menino riu de novo, mas dessa vez a menina não fez nada.

“Mor. Morrigan, eu nunca vou te esquecer.”

“Promete?”

“Prometo. Nós vamos ficar juntos. Para sempre, ok?”

“Ok” Com isso a menina abriu um sorriso que Rhys jurou poder ver brilhar na escuridão abrangente da montanha. 

Sorrindo também, Rhys fechou os olhos e desejou à sua prima uma boa noite enquanto o amanhecer os esperava trazendo consigo o novo do mundo deles.

Azriel

Art: tangerine.eileen

Nesta has fire in her blood, and she fucks like it, too

Soft Elucien moments 🦊🌸

Late night doodles of a seer and a spymaster

𝐼'𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡? 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏��?

did I start drawing this last night as I watched persuasion? yes. regency au elucian when?

Nessian WIP🔥✨

the finished piece 👈🏻🥀

another version with background 👈🏻✨️

Feyre WIP

What should I add??

For the WIPs game, can I have a snippet from the thing you're most excited about? Or a little insight on what inspired you, or whatever you want to share about your writing?

Still dutifully cheering from you even if I'm a little absent lately ❤️

HEY sorry it took me so long to answer this question! I wanted to save it for a wip wednesday, so here is a snippet from a Witch!Nesta x Human!Eris fic I've been working on. It started as a Neris piece, but it's slowly become more of a friendship story. I may change my mind and make it romantic again - haven't decided.

I tried to keep it very mythic/fairy tale sounding. This is VERY WIP and hasn't been edited yet.

“Who gave you more trouble?” The witch asked, her eyes sparkling. She tapped the arm of her seat. Eris noticed her nails were long and pointed… sharp enough to carve out his eyes if she wished.  “The younger one,” he said. Her fight had been difficult, one that had cost him his mount, a rare white horse gifted to him by the Autumn fae. He had taken the witch down in combat, sword against bow, riding along the tunnels of the Wyrm that burrowed through the mountain range of Prythian. He had just barely survived both. Eris still wasn’t sure how the paintbrush he had stolen from the youngest would help him kill his father. But as soon as he could take the death dagger from this woman, he’d be able to return to his kingdom and liberate it.  The eldest witch laughed. He wasn’t sure if at his words or if she could sense his memory of the battle. “Feyre never makes it easy, does she? I’m not surprised. And my middle sister is partial to redheads. I’m sure she gave you only half her effort.” “She certainly didn’t lie down and die for me, if that’s what you’re implying,” Eris said, taken aback by how calm the witch was. He expected her to be furious. Her sisters had died, and she was next. But here she was, laughing as though they were old friends. 

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @thelov3lybookworm and @readychilledwine

Wip files all acotar

Tam daughter Nyx (based on a tiktok I saw)

Letters 2

A court of hope endurance and love

Lucien Family

Political alliance

Party crashers

Lucien is over it

Tam goes and gets baron

Gwynriel

Just once won’t hurt

Nessian Rom books (based on a tumblr post I lost)

No pressure tags @leafsandstarlight @achaotichuman

The originator of this post underestimates my ability to remember people’s user names 😭

A neris sketch