How To Be The Ultimate Tool Of Destruction

Fuck. I love them.

AND I made them old.

Another present to me. Now I can't stop thinking about their life together as they age and get to ENJOY it

Devastated that Trucy met Klav in June and the Gavinners disbanded in July bc otherwise she would have been printing out Gavinners Valentine's cards for the agency and pretty much everyone she knows. I think she still prints out Klav ones to give to Apollo, though. He blushes and grumbles, but he kept them all.

As a treat, here are some AA valentine's cards to put in your friends' boxes.

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up (don't feel pressured if you don't want to though). If you get one back, even better! 💖💖💖

Thank you sm anon :))) Hehe I will be sending this to people... I love this kind of stuff :]

@elainweekofficial | Day 05: Family and Friends

For this day I've commissioned an art of a cute moment between Feyre, Nesta, Elain and baby Nyx. Thank you so much @_inkye for delivering once again another amazing piece of artwork!

Art by: @_inkye

Commissioned by: @melphss

Characters belongs to: Sarah J. Maas

Lucien really asked her if he got her a moon on a string, would she give him a kiss, and she didn’t jump his bones. Insane. Absolutely bonkers.

I would sell my SOUL to have an azris fanfic where Eris is hurt badly—like, almost fatally—and Azriel is there to save him. But I want the thickest part of the fic to literally just be Azriel holding Eris and begging him to stay alive, or something like that! With a happy ending please! ❤️❤️❤️

My Ao3 is WordWeaverWeirdo btw!

OK SO! I did NOT forget about you, it's just, as it turns out, I am terrible at requests. I ended up way overthinking this and have brought you a gift... though maybe it's a little different than you asked for and way longer than it should be!

A Song for Spring read here on Ao3

Chapter 1/2: 9k

Azriel X Eris

I know they are for Tamlin Week but these dividers from @olenvasynyt just too pretty not to use them for everything!

The day was growing tired as they walked along the garden path that seemed to stretch into forever. Azriel had just returned from the Solstice snowball fight with his brothers and had been itching to share this spot with Eris since he had found it a month ago. With the light snow, the quiet solstice afternoon was the perfect day for it. No one was around to catch them, and the wild beauty of this place in the throes of winter set the brambles sparkling like they were made of crystal. Birds flit from place to place, warbling their songs to a spring day too far into the future for them to see coming, and the rest of the world was peaceful around them. 

Happy ending but lots of angst and hurt first... per my contract with the devil or whatever...

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train : @talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot  @fieldofdaisiies @aktrain @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @secret-third-thing @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @youvereachedthenearest-lovergirl @baileybird71 @skyesayshi  @yams-77 @buffy-vanserra @areyoudreaminof @unanswered-stars @futurehunt @ninthcircleofprythian @matrixsss @going-through-shit @c-starstuff-man0 @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @krowiathemythologynerd @cauldronblssd @hieragalbatorixdottir @yourlazykitkat @hellolordling @climbthemountain2020  @lilah-asteria  @shadowsandlint @acourtofbatboydreams @theeternalstruggle @christeareads @molcat07 @mistandmemories @neciebee @dusk-muse @chairofchaos @amalhe-kofee @brunetterebel010 @astro-h0e-4azris @g00seg1rl @queercontrarian

What if after that you spent decades trying to bring my decying, lifeless body home, while with every year, my last wish doesn't just become a promise to your brother- it becomes an obsession. Your eyes slowly become darker and stop reflecting what you see; they only see one goal anymore, Earth. What if every roadblock becomes a mortal enemy to you as you try to bring the pile of bones, the ones that used to contain my soul, back- they're stripped of their flesh because you had nothing to eat on one of those long, Europa days when you were stranded from the rest of your brothers in arms. In fact, what if those brothers slowly began looking at you differently, and you know they're talking through their suits about something, but they're not including you. You can tell they're afraid of you, afraid after that night where they dug you out of the snow to see you gnawing on my skeleton, the remains of my moldy flesh scattered on the floor around you and spattered on your face. You didn't mind. Everything was for me, after all. So what if the others minded? You only had to finish the war to get back; you only had to defeat everyone else. You had to hurt the people who had taken me away. And as your good memories of me faded, they became the scraps of life you clung to, because you no longer had anything else. Your brothers never understood why if was so important to you to get me back to Earth, never understood that it wasn't because of my last wish anymore, it was because everything else around you had faded into static and your only peace would be found from burying me in my native land. You weren't even sure what you would do after, but you didn't think about that, all you had to do was keep on putting one foot in front of the other; keep killing one person after another. And what if, as the faces blurred together, you accidently killed your family? Your pack, that had traveled along with you, now lay silent among the pink-stained ice and snow? Well, you were fighting a war. Casualties were bound to happen. It wasn't even really your fault, was it- they were holding you back, trying to make you see that you were slowly dying from some disease you contracted after eating my flesh. But you knew, of course, that that wasn't true. They were only trying to keep you from returning with your brother to Earth, to stay there forevermore. If they were right? You didn't care. You trudged on, through snow and ice and sleet and bullets and guns and fighting and death, even though you were getting slower with every step, you kept walking. And what if, in the end, you looked around and saw that not even my bones were there anymore; your soul was now lost somewhere in the rubble. What if you looked up and thought you saw a glimpse of blue and green, somewhere out there, and felt your heart stop, there amongst the snow.

What if, later, your body was found and brought back to Earth, and I was finally able to rest happily?

What if that's when it ends?

What if it goes on forever?

what if we were brothers in arms in the war torn landscape of europa and i held your bleeding wound as the blood stained the endless, blinding white tundra, your bated breath asking me to bury you back home and our last memory together was looking up to the swirling rings of color on jupiter. what then.

me and @highlordofkrypton got together to form an idea (HER IDEA). which i should tell everyone now is not something to be encouraged, else we create something like this: im not even going to warn you

Wip update in honor of poly week @polyacotarweek

Nesta x cassian x azriel just having a Sellyn Drake good time

Day 4 of @tamlinweek - Powers

Being able to shapeshift himself AND other people is op actually. If only SJM let him unleash his full potential!