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op turned reblogs off but this post must live. it must live and spread malignantly .
Good sci-fi is almost like religion in that it raises way more questions than it will ever answer and leaves you chewing on drywall. And that's the good part. Good sci-fi is just philosophy for weird people
almost all mafuyu covers are mafuyu making a demo of the lyrics for the others to sing
This! Always this!!!
you know what i think kids/teen books do 'fantasy romance/fantasy books' way better than any of the adult fantasy books booktok raves about. i try and read some of them and 90 percent of the time its just smut and abusive relationships disguised as 'dark romance'. then i read books like Keeper Of The Lost Cities, The School for Good and Evil, Percy Jackson, Land of Stories, the Nevermoor series, that kind of thing, and they are all actually so amazing because they have fleshed out characters with flaws and an engaging plotline instead of just badly written romance. and when they do have romance it's well written and about the people rather than the tropes.
i love you surf i love you flamethrower i love you thunderbolt i love you ice beam i love you moonblast i love you psychic i love you earthquake i love you shadow ball i love you sludge bomb i love you dark pulse i love you leaf blade i love you drill peck i love you iron head i love you body slam i love you x-scissor i love you dragon claw i love you moves with 95ish base power 100% accuracy and zero recoil damage
big disclaimer of *I LOVE POKEMON I LIKE IT STILL* but. BUT.
i think the thing about the newer games that continue to feel like is missing. that has always given pokemon its ‘pokemon charm’ is the ability to just like, chill. and explore in the games. the ability to either get deeply immersed OR to just let the game run without risk in the background while you like. clean. do homework. fall asleep playing it. yknow??
I’ve finally done it…. Sygna suit Wallace and Jirachi… at last…
[ID: A digital drawing of Wallace in a sygna suit inspired by Jirachi. He has a long, yellow scarf, a cropped shirt with long puffy sleeves and yellow ruffles at the end, long puffy pants with yellow ruffles at the end, and cut outs at the sides of his legs. He has a sleeveless long cyan vest, boots, star designs, and stripes of cyan throughout. Jirachi floats next to him and smiles with its mouth open. The background is a purple galaxy swirl with yellow sparkles throughout. End ID]
when the fanfic so good you start gripping it in your claws through the screen and speaking in tongues
The day Maverick discovers there's an Iceman in F1 and he's as bas as his Iceman when it comes to have any type of normal working relationship with people and media is the day Mav decides he's going to put Tom Kazansky in the fastest car he can put his hands on and he's going to watch him drive because he knows it's going to be a beauty to behold.
(Also, he can't help himself when it comes to imagining how good Ice is going to look in a driver uniform.)
Pornbots are so annoying like I’m not gonna fall for this I’m not an idiot I know sex isn’t real and its just something made up for destiel fanfiction
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
“I was now High Lord and could do what I wanted with trespassers threatening the peace of my lands. I claimed Lucien as my own—named him emissary, since he’d already made many friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people, while I… can find it difficult. He’s been here ever since.” - ACOTAR, Chapter 18
Tamlin rescuing Lucien from his brothers. I thought about drawing this scene ever since I read it and wanting to make a gift for @yaralulu, who loves angsty stuff as much as I do, I finally took the time for it!
Eris Vanserra
Inspired by @greenvelvetcouture's post
“Kiss me… kiss me until I’m sick of it…”
I am absolutely obsessed with him, its not even funny.
Cardan Greenbriar from The Cruel Prince Series by Holly Black
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Human Form!Bryaxis has been occupying my brain so here’s a quick doodle. Some headcanons:
• Learns how to take on a human form after quietly observing the library’s Priestesses.
• An exiled Death God of Nightmares, confined to his beastly form at the NC library after challenging Koschei centuries ago and losing. Their dispute was over Koschei’s treatment of the females at the lake, which Bryaxis perceived as cruel and unnecessary.
• Stripped of most of his powers, he is but a reflection of other people’s worst nightmares. In his beastly form, his presence is enough to incite the horrid visions; in his human form, you must look into his depthless eyes. Your visions will occur whether he wants them to or not. He usually doesn’t.
• He sees the nightmares of all the Priestesses when they sleep at night, but due to the nature of his being, he is unable to stop any of them.
• Sometimes, he sleeps, too, and is plagued by nightmares of his own. When he does, he claws at his own skin, leaving scars that often take weeks to fade.
• In his human form, he has a deep, lulling voice that can compel anyone to fall asleep in mere seconds.
Day 4 : Hair
Tampunzel!!!!! 🤭
I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time because I call him Rapunzel. We do not acknowledge any hair cuts given to this male in acotar 🙅♀️ Long hair will forever be the superior choice 😌
I’ve had this sketch for a while now but unfortunately I did not have enough time or energy to execute the vision in my head 😭😭 sigh.
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My fan art of nesta aka lady death.
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FanArt for the ACOTAR book series by SJM.
The High Lord of the Spring Court,Tamlin.
Sorry, not sorry, but I truly believe Tamlin deserves an healing arc.
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day 4: Powers
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Protector of the Emerald lands
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They had come - and Tamlin had managed to rally that force I'd so gleefully destroyed-
(ACOWAR ch.70)
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Lucien panted, wiping at his bloodied lip with the back of his hand.
Even with the combined efforts of the Illyrian forces and Miryam and Drakon's army, Hybern was still outnumbering them. Pathetically so. But even as his stomach roiled and his heart jerked, Lucien tightened his grip on his sword and continued onward.
If today was to be his last, he would fight like hell.
The hours bled into the next in a wild blur.
Foe after foe fell under his sword, and yet still more appeared.
A shrieking cry erupted from above, and Lucien was sent sprawling across the dirt. He instinctively turned himself onto his back, bringing his vambraced arms up into a cross just in time, the sound of talons against metal setting his teeth on edge. Lucien snarled, grappling frantically for his fallen sword with his free hand.
The harpy's wings beat at the air as it swiped madly at him. It was all he could do to keep a firm grip on its throat, pushing its gaping maw away from his face. His arms screamed under the effort. Flames would not deter the disfigured beast, no matter how intense, and soon he could feel himself weakening under the exertion of using his powers.
But then,
The groan of a war-horn.
It reverberated through his chest.
The beast was distracted by the sound too.
It paused in its attack, confusion marring its features. Lucien took advantage of its distraction, slithering his arm down towards his boot as quick as lightning and drawing out a hunting knife before ramming it into its throat, killing it instantly.
He clambered to his knees, crawling towards his sword with great panting breaths.
A second groan of the war horn. Then a third.
He twisted his head round, eyes straining.
It was- Mother and Cauldron above…
High on the cliff's edge...
It was Tamlin.
And- no, it couldn't be…
Autumn was there too, their scarlet banners whipping wildly from the steady flaps of the gryphon horde waiting in the skies above.
The sight was enough to bring tears to Lucien's eyes.
Tamlin wore no helm, and carried no shield. He wore no armour at all. Only his favoured cuirass and vambraces, made from supple leather the colour of the forest.
"Gods damned idiot," Lucien breathed.
Stupid though he was, Tamlin cut a formidable figure, flanked on both sides by the beasts and fae of Spring's army.
Along the cliff's edge, the warriors beat at their painted chests with throaty cries, their weapons shining in the sunlight. Lucien thrust his own sword into the air, screaming until it felt like his lungs would give out. Hope flooded his veins for the first time that day.
As Lucien watched, Tamlin raised one arm and the air seemed to freeze, every being coiled and prepared to strike. Then, with a sharp cry, he sliced his arm through the air.
Hundreds upon hundreds of shrieking gryphons dove from the skies, their talons glinting as they sliced through Hybern's army. Centaurs galloped down the ragged cliffside, brandishing wicked swords. Nymphs and dryads rode atop the backs of wolves and bears, daggers and bows gleaming in their hands.
And in the thick of it all, their High Lord.
For a moment he stood alone on the edge, his hair whipping like a golden silk about his face. Then he ran, leaping off of the cliff. At the last possible moment, Tamlin flicked his wrists, bending and shaping the land to his will.
Columns of earth and stone rose to meet his nimble feet. He swept through the battlefield, the dancing movements of his fingers sending devastating shockwave after shockwave through Hybern's forces, the soldiers flung in every which way into the neat paths of the diving gryphons.
In the sky behind him, Lucien could spot Rhysand flapping midair, caught in a trance.
Tamlin's arms rested lightly by his sides, then slowly, he began to raise them.
It was a quiet rumble at first, so soft he could barely feel it. But then the earth began to shake, in great waves of energy that pulsed and reverberated up from his feet to his chest. Louder and louder, a crescendo of pure noise. It rattled his teeth and sent his stomach lurching.
Then everything stopped. The battlefield froze, a thousand hearts barely daring to beat.
And then the earth split apart with a horrible, thundering crack.
Lucien stumbled to his knees, his ears ringing.
An ugly chasm tore across the battlefield like a gaping maw. Those of Hybern's men that weren't dragged into the chasm's depths were thrown violently through the air, where the gryphons awaited them.
Disjointed screams of pain echoed up, bloodied arms clawing at the earth, struggling to pull themselves free. The nymphs rode swiftly by, yipping triumphantly as they loosed arrow after arrow into their trembling hands. dropping them into the cool depths.
For Spring.
For all that Hybern had taken from them.
A laugh tore itself free from Lucien's throat.
Hybern would fall today.
Once and for all.
May we have a sneak peek at the next chapter 👀👀
i'll do you one better
My entry for @tamlinweek Day 1: Forgiveness / Change
This is based on the Witch Hat Atelier art challenge that was on the bird app a while back (you can find the original art under the cut).
I thought the image fit Tamlin so beautifully.
So, I just forgot that I can’t draw, so I threw this shit down. If someone knows how to color it would be nice, otherwise we all cry like this ship.