2023:
My first art vs my last art
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I started digital art in March and so finishing that piece in august was huge for me, it took AGES (even if it seems like it shouldn’t have) so now seeing the minor growth I’ve had makes me so grateful and i’m happy I continued.
But if you don’t like it, scroll 🤺
“Now, however, where there had once been eyes of deep sapphire, eyes that had always looked at her with kindness, sat twin golden orbs that held nothing but malice.
"No." She croaked out the word as though the ash from the bodies she burned coated her throat. " No ." She said again, and it was a plea to the gods.
That face she knew so well smiled at her, tilting his head. "Oh, yes."
He swung Demaris lazily at his side, the gold of its blade matching the eyes of the predator that now stalked toward her.
"Dorian." She breathed.
"You wound me, Aelin." Her name on those lips, lips that didn't belong to the man who knew her, had bile rising in her throat.
"Erawan."
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In which of he final battle is Aelin V Dorian/Erawan…I don’t think I would have survived this. 😅😂 (fanart will be coming later)
Part 2 is posted for anyone interested, and I hurt my own feelings. 🙃
A Dance of Ice and Iron 🖤
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Commision by @badeyart
and how Dorian got sick/hurt and Manon takes care of him, or how he returns tired from a meeting with the lords and Manon gives him a massage. I'm sorry, but I want to see Manon's concern🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️
Concerned Manon gets me EVERY TIME. I’m a sucker for when she lets that hard exterior crack.
Anywho, enjoy. Here’s my take on Manon’s reaction after Dorian is severely injured in an ambush. (Your other idea is on my list 😏)
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"I am not asking. I am telling."
Manon's voice was harsh, colder than the air whistling around the tent, but she didn't care; she was burning with a foreign kind of rage.
The thirteen were silent, tension building, adrenaline still running high from the attack.
It was Asterin who finally broke the silence. "I understand what you're saying-"
"Obviously, you do not, or it would be done." Manon spat, smacking her hand down on the map. "Our mounts are exhausted and hungry. I haven't seen any game, big or small, in days and they are running on fumes. We are all running on fumes, so I need you to stop questioning me and do what I say before we all starve up here."
The ambush earlier didn't just send them off course; it derailed their entire mission.
An avalanche had blocked any possible journey on foot for a hunting party and they needed a week or more to get back on track.
There were passes they needed to travel by foot or risk being spotted and the king was in no condition to be traveling on the back of a wyvern, regardless of his protests. Manon refused to risk him.
“You do pay attention." He smirked just before she spun, kicking him in the chest, sending him to the floor. "But you have a lot to learn."
He grunted as he sat up, cocking his head at her and in a second, he was gone. She felt his presence behind her, hand gripping her waist to keep her from turning, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her top.
"Are you offering to teach me?" He whispered in her ear; the sensation made her body come alive, and she almost didn't notice the blade pressed to her chin, which had been strapped to her thigh.
"I see the wolf has been teaching you new tricks, though I don't think that move is fair." She purred.
Lil Manorian update 😏🤭
I want them to punch me in the face
More Manorian smut to fill the void, I need some prompt ideas 💃🏽
“Deflecting; at least that hasn't changed." He mused.
"What do you want?" She punctuated each word with a step until they were a hands breath apart, she saw his broad shoulders tense, but he did not balk at the challenge.
"Your honesty."
She scoffed, furious with him, with herself for the treacherous way her body yearned for his closeness.
"Bold words from a silver-tongued king."
That wicked smile crept up his face, and it was a warning Manon refused to heed. “You‘ve seemed to enjoy my tongue plenty, if I recall.”