This is so cool!!! Thank you for making this! :)
I added the OC I made (a long time ago) of myself in ACOTAR. Tamlin is so done with the amount of energy I have for killing as an extrovert (I wish I had any energy in the real world, as an introvert.)
Now who to make Tamlin spend time with next... *cackles madly*
To encourage and celebrate fandom creativity this @tamlinweek i made a PICREW!
Here's to you, TamlinxOC enjoyers! Take a picture with Tamlin!
Some tips on how to use it under cut:
If a body part has a "move" icon, it means it can be moved around. Keep in mind to get the details just right!
Arrow buttons move the parts around, rotation arrows tilt them. Reset button returns it to the default setting.
When picking eyes and pupils make sure you pick the ones facing the same way.
When making a haircut you can either use a short top part, then add hair strands and/or long hair OR create the top part out of top hair and bangs.
If you wish to make a new character and want to reset all the parts, go here.
"Reset all" will reset everything to the default setting. Randomiser buttons will make cursed creations. Have fun!
I'm sorry who allowed you to make bryaxis hot???
Anon I CAN'T be the only one who read about him in ACOWAR and immediately thought "smash"
HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE WHAT THIS IS AMAZING
IM CRYING
SCREAMING
AGHAGAGAGAAGGAHGGDHD ❤️💙🖤
THIS ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL
*eats it slowly, savoring all the angst and blood and colors and their FACES. ABSOLUTELY STUNNING.*
i think i need more dark azriel. i think i need more irritable, sleep deprived, angry azriel. azriel whose hands shake and you don’t know why, you don’t if it’s stress or anxiety or a deep sated fury he can’t stifle anymore. azriel whose chest rumbles with growls and hisses he is too tired to stifle. bitter azriel. disillusioned azriel. azriel who is too disgusted by everything, by those around and by himself, to play nice anymore. azriel who doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink anymore because he is so….so lost to his ever increasingly dark thoughts that he just…forgets to eat and drink. azriel who can’t sleep—not because he doesn’t want to, but because he can’t, because his shadows have grown darker and needier over the years, wrapping around him and not letting go, sticking to his skin like tar and wriggling in all his thoughts, tainting them, staining them. and azriel lets them, because of course he does, he and the shadows are one, after all, aren’t they? he cares for them. he craves them. he doesn’t mind all that much that they become the only thing he cares about, because the shadows are right. he should be angry. he should be bitter. no one understands him, not really, but the shadows do. they do. and so he spends all his nights awake with them, listening to their whispers, letting them nestle deeper inside of him, until that line he’s always been so aware of, the one that has always separated him from them begins to blur. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t care. and the shadows don’t care very much, either, rather they are almost…happy with this turn of events. and the happiness is a muted thing of course, they cannot be happy, but azriel’s closeness grants them more freedom, and so they begin to roam. they are curious by nature. they like to hoard things. they like to seep and to stain and to steal the light from all their encounter, greedy things that they are.
and so it’s natural that they fixate on eris. eris is bright. eris is warm. eris is as fickle as the flames that play at his fingertips and azriel’s shadows taunt their other half with snippets of dreams and memories they steal from eris; scents and flavours that make saliva pool under azriel’s tongue. he dislikes it at first, of course he does, but the shadows burrow deep inside of him and those snippets of eris that they hoard become azriel’s own secret treasure. and his sanity begins to ravel, obviously. his anger grows, the trembling in his hands worsens. and he can’t blame it on the shadows, because he is the shadows—and so he blames it on eris, because that is easier and sparks an aching, burning hunger in azriel that is better than the hatred, than the numbness that it brings after it spills out of him in violence.
azriel doesn’t stop the obsession when it comes. doesn’t stop the anger, the jealously, the bone deep urge that grows in him to take eris and peel him open, layer by layer, rib by rib; to peer inside of him and learn what his heart tastes like when he sinks his teeth into it. he doesn’t stop it. he doesn’t stop it.
When you're reading so many fics that the timelines start merging ;)
I tried sketching the version of Eris that's always in my head, but I don't think I'm a good enough artist yet to properly draw it :)
Oh well, at least I managed to draw this! I'm really happy with it ^^
I gave him half-elf ears because he always gives me elf vibes, and earrings because I think he'd start wearing those a lot more Beron dies- as an act of rebellion, and to show that he is different from his late father.
Anyway, I'm going to go read more Azris now- hope anybody who sees this is having a good day!! 💅✨️💛💖
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
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'm fr laughing crying at this
If tumblr dies for real where do you think people will migrate to?
I want to finish writing and drawing the unfinished work, but the voices THE VOICES
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