Just—just One Taste, Please, You're Killing Me—

Seasonal depression is something that I go through during the winter, and I try my best to put most of these emotions through my work.

We'll all get through the harsh colder months; warmth will soon come to you, through friends and loved ones. Hang tight, buddy. 🫶

pixel art stamp concepts!~

I wished all the ACOTAR reveals/fun stuff didn't happen only on Instagram.

A lot of fans can't even see the posts unless someone else takes a screenshot and uploads it to other social media sites. 😭

@nestaarcheronweek Day One: Bonds

For Day One, @melphss and I wanted to showcase a special bond for Nesta. A bond with her nephew, Nyx ❤️

We both love Nesta and little Nyx and wanted an art piece that captured a bonding moment for them in the future. So here we have Nesta and Nyx enjoying the sunrise together as they practice the Valkyrie mind stilling technique.

What other things could you see Nesta and Nyx doing together?

Thank you, @lilytea_art, for creating this amazing piece of art for us featuring Nesta and Nyx together! We absolutely love it, and we hope you all love it as much as we do!! 🫶

Characters belong to @sarahjmaas

Artist: LilyTea_Art

Commissioners: @melphss and me

Sweet dreams Gwynriel nation!

If not True Mate than why True Mate shaped?

“I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.”

But Lucien was standing in the doorway. And from the devastation on his face, I knew he’d heard every word. Seen and heard and felt the hollowness and despair radiating from her.

“Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”

“Let me do something. About Elain."

“Please tell me,” Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. “What the healer says. And if—if you need me for anything.”

“No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek.

Pale and thin, Elain stood atop the stairs. Their gazes locked and held. But Elain said nothing. Did not so much as take one step downward. Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing and sadness.

Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little.

I fucking loved this anime. Thank you for the nostalgia!

The anime version of Gwyneth Berdara ahh~

/ Esther Blanchett/

The Lady Saint / Queen of Albion

If you send nasty anon messages to people who support a different ship than you...

Please know that I absolutely hate your guts. I don't care if you support the same ships as me or not; don't fucking do that shit. It's juvenile and beyond stupid. All you do is make yourself look like Mor a clown.