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The Wedding 

dedicated to freak-is-the-new-princess


Thank you so much for the support! I’m honestly happy that this many people are interested in this blog! Running it has been a fun ride from the very beginning, and I don’t see it ending anytime soon. Also, I reached a moment right now in which I feel like I’m breaking through with my art style and process, and getting closer to what I want to do – so all the more reason to celebrate!!

- Mod

Update: now with a canon!Katsuki edit (x)


Some traditional BATIM Vendetta AU pen scribbles ( damn I already love the comic AAAAAA I DONT HAVE A BLACK PEN XDD ) , and art style on the left is @spacedkeys ’s art style and on the right is my style , and hope u feel better soon Golzy qwq *hugs*






This was just suppose to be some random human AU where Peridot is tall but became an amputee because I never drew her in that case before. Until I drew a mermaid Lapis and became @treker402‘s PoC AU. (And two chibi doodles, one being Miraculous Ladybug cross over. I’m not that creative you know.)

Teenage Feysand Pt. 3

So here is part 3. I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know how to link part 1 and 2 on here. So if someone could explain. Enjoyyyyy


I wasn’t entirely sure how I got myself into this situation as I stared at myself in our bathroom mirror. I combed through my hair for the two-hundredth time and checked my teeth in the mirror before taking in my appearance. I was wearing the new tunic my mother brought me from her last visit to Velaris. Its deep blue color complimented my eyes and made my sun-kissed skin appear even darker. Damn, I look good, I thought as I made my way down to the kitchen. What was waiting for me when I arrived had me inwardly cursing the Mother.

“Hello Son,” my father said from where he was perched at the head of our small dining table, “I hear you have a new pet. I do hope you introduce me.” His smirk radiated the very arrogance that caused my mother and I to despise him over the years. That same disdain was written all over her face as she took in my father’s muddy boots on her nice kitchen rug.

“Darling, it is ironic that you would call anything a ‘pet’ considering how we came to be together,” my mother said as she started setting the table. At this, my father’s smirk faltered, and he stood to help her with the silverware.

“Apologies, dearest,” even the terms of endearment between the two sounded forced in my ears, “but I only wished to meet this new mystery girl. After all, she wandered into MY court and MY Illyrian camp.” My mother pointed the wooden spoon she had been using to stir the potatoes at my father, causing him to put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Listen here, this may be YOUR court and YOUR camp, but that boy is OUR son, and you will not mess this up for him. Is that understood?” My father nodded, but mumbled something about cranky Illyrian females when my mother turned back to the stove.

“What, exactly, are you doing here, Father?” I asked as I took the seat across from him at the other end of the table. He turned his dark gaze to me and smiled innocently, “Can’t a man come visit his son and mate without having to have an ulterior motive?”

“No,” my mother and I said in unison. My father put a hand to his chest in mock hurt but rolled his eyes. I could already tell this was going to be a long night.


I was currently being tortured by the other girls in my bunk.

“I cannot believe you made out with RHYSAND. He’s the High Lord’s son! You’re practically a princess, Feyre,” Nuala said as she formed my curls down my back and pinned them back at my ears. Her twin, Cerridwen, was currently rummaging through my small trunk of belongings.

“Honestly, Feyre, I know you are training to be a fae warrior or whatever, but your style is terrible. How many times can you wear the same pair of leggings? We’ve got you girl. We’re going to give you a whole new makeover,” she said as she pulled a new pair of leggings and an oversized sweater out of some pocket realm the twin wreaths had access to.

“I’m honestly feeling targeted right now. And my style is called unique, artistic grunge thank you very much, C,” I said matter-of-factly.

The twins rolled their eyes as Nuala chided, “Well, darling, as cute as we find your ‘unique, artistic grunge’ as you call it, that will not land you in bed with the hottest guy in our camp.”

My face reddened at the thought of me anywhere near a bed with Rhysand. Cauldron boil me, I thought as I slipped on the black leggings and crème sweater, am I really about to have a family dinner with the son of the High Lord?

The twins stepped back then and handed me a mirror. “Holy mother of shit,” I said as I gazed into the mirror, “Is that really my face?”

A woman stared back at me. No sign of the girl who had been starving mere months before. I was…stunning. And I was going to family dinner and possibly going to sleep with the heir of the Night Court. Although, if I was being honest with myself, Rhysand could be the son of anyone and I would still find him intoxicatingly attractive.

“Okay, you need to hurry before you’re late,” Nuala said as she shoved me out the door when I was trying to lace up my boots. I looked back as they both gave me a thumbs up and faded into the shadows.

I made my way across the pitch, ignoring the looks that the other Illyrian males were giving me. Pigs, I thought as I reached the path to Rhysand’s house. I walked up the steps to the front door and raised my hand to knock when the door swung open. Cassian stood there giving me his most flirtatious smile.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Feyre. Finally couldn’t resist and decided you wanted me all along?” I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they would fall out of my skull. Cassian just laughed and stepped aside, “Rhys is in the kitchen. Just a warning, his dad showed up, so be on your guard.”

As if I couldn’t be more nervous, I was about to eat dinner with the cauldron-damned High Lord of the Night Court. I followed the voices down the entrance hall and into the small dining area at the side of the house.

“There she is,” I heard Rhysand’s mother say. A masculine grunt was all the welcome I received from Rhysand’s father. I looked up just in time to see Rhysand’s smile before I was being pulled towards the staircase.


When Feyre walked in, I was sure that my breathing stopped entirely. Her golden-brown hair was pinned back from her face and cascaded into curls down her back. Her full lips had been painted red. I allowed my gaze to drop further down her body to take in the curve of her legs in the leggings she wore. I lasted about three seconds before I smiled and started pulling her up the stairs to my room.

My mother yelled after us, “Dinner in 10 MINUTES. Don’t do anything stupid.” I didn’t respond as I pulled Feyre into my room and shut the door with a soft click.

“So, this is your room?” she asked as she took in her surroundings. I nodded and sat down on my bed. She scanned for a few more minutes, hummed her approval, and sat down next to me. I gazed down at her as she looked out my window into the star-filled night.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Fey?” I said as I reached to grab her hand. She took my hand eagerly and stroked her thumb over the back of my hand.

“I’m just nervous to meet your father,” she replied after a moment. I nodded and bent to kiss her fingers lightly.

“Well,” I said in a smooth voice, “He’s an arrogant asshole, but so am I and you seem to rather like me.” I smiled down at her as she shoved me away.

“You’re right about the asshole part, but who ever said I like you?” She said and stuck her tongue out at me. I took the opportunity and took her tongue into my mouth and kissed her deeply. A few moments passed, and I pulled away slightly, “As much as I enjoy this, my mother will come up here if we aren’t down there when the food is ready.” Feyre nodded reluctantly, but she didn’t move to get up.

I stood up and held out a hand to her. She took it gently, and we made our way back down to the table where my brothers, mother, and father were already waiting.


I sat down on Rhys’s right side with Azriel on my right and Cassian sitting across from me. Rhysand’s mother gave me a warm smile and passed me a plate of roasted meat and potatoes. I took it and returned her smile with one just as warm. Rhysand’s father watched me with a bored expression and started fixing his own plate.

“Feyre, isn’t it?” he said once he had his helpings on his plate. I nodded and he continued, “So tell me, Feyre, what brought you to my court? What brought you to this camp?”

My stomach turned when I recalled the memories of walking starved through the bitter mountains into the Night Court, but I simply replied, “I lived in the human lands until one day I stumbled on a Fae that had been attacked with an ash arrow. I stayed with him until he died, and he Made me Fae in return for my kindness.”

Rhys’s father only grunted and mumbled, “Interesting,” then went back to eating.

It was Cassian who stated, “Feyre, you cannot simply ‘make’ someone High Fae without the cauldron or the blessing of the High Lords.” I shrugged as if to say, ‘I don’t know what happened, but now I’m here’.

We ate in silence until Rhysand’s father again looked at me with that dark gaze and said coolly, “I don’t know how I feel about having some…ex-human thing in my court.”

Rhys cut in at that, “Father, you mated with an Illyrian who, until your union, worked as a common house servant. Do pray tell how Feyre once being human means anything to you.”

His father’s face turned flushed with anger as he levelled his stare at Rhys. Rhys, to my surprise and admiration, didn’t so much as flinch from that stare. He simply rolled his eyes-ROLLED HIS EYES- at the High Lord and went back to eating.

Dinner was tense after that, to the point where Cassian and Azriel made up some place that they needed to go.

Rhysand’s father kept making remarks about humans and how they were once slaves to the High Fae. That they were always useless slaves because their emotions always got in the way of their work. I was holding onto my fork to keep from stabbing the High Lord in the throat when the fork suddenly melted in my palm.

Everyone at the table looked at where the fork had been and the puddle of metal that was left of it. I tensed up at the realization that I had let my power slip. Rhys looked at me as if he could see right through me and into the powers within that I kept hidden from everyone, but it was his father that spoke.

“You possess the power of my rival, Beron, High Lord of the Autumn Court. Perhaps you were sent here as some sort of spy?” he basically demanded. I felt the invisible restraints that he locked around my hands and feet before anyone else knew what had happened.

“Let her go,” Rhys’s mother said through gritted teeth, “She is a girl who was lost in the woods, and we gladly took her in. She is a CHILD. Now let her go.”

Her mate merely looked at her and then turned his gaze back to me as if I were some sort of trapped animal he was to study. I felt Rhys’s own powers fight against my restraints, but his father was High Lord, and even he couldn’t disobey one of his orders. He grabbed my hand under the table and snarled at his father, “Release her. Now.”

His father rolled his eyes and said, “I will release her after I have my men question her.”

The last thing I saw, before I was winnowed into a holding cell deep within some mountain, was Rhysand standing to slam his father into the wall. Night exploded from where he touched his father, and I felt the house shake with the force before I was snatched away.

I looked around the cell, but I couldn’t move far because of a chain locked around my ankle. Scared and all too familiar with how being locked in a cell felt, I curled up in the corner and prayed to the Mother that Rhys was okay.

i swore to myself i‘d read all of @deadcatwithaflamethrower‘s work this year but now i don’t even dare starting bc it’ll make me feel things


And today’s AU of the day from the iwaoi thirst squad @tei-gen and @crossbelladonna is Corpse bride AU (happy end edition because I am the biggest dweeb)

(I just wanted,,,bokuaka to do that piano duet scene,, but I forgot about the angst ending whoops ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽)


I thought it’d be fun to redraw one of my old drawings, so of course I chose the first image from this which was from March 2013. Two and ¾ years can certainly make a difference!


Woah, Gryphon is actually showing their face okay

Anyway, Crona is the one cosplay that I always feel super confidant in. I relate to the character so much, and being able to become them is so fun! Crona has got to be my favorite character of all time, so cosplaying them is hella awesome

And yes, I do have a Ragnarok. I just didn’t feel like looking for him lol

anonymous asked:

your style is sorta flowy/liquid looking, like even when it's digital there's this feeling that the ink/paint is still wet & could change/shift at any time. (the absolute most recognizable thing to me though is the way you draw mob's hair.)

ohh thats really interesting!! probably because of the brush I use haha 

(and yeah the mushroom cap is kinda recognisable huh…. it seemed rly obvious to me too, like there definitely have been people who stylized mobs hair like that other than me (and probably do it better) because its such an obvious jump in logic lmao)