Natalia Alyssa

Bellatrix? Sirius? What r u talking about with Ron?��

such healthy, very romance, wow

》Mor should come out so someone other than Feyre. I know this is a difficult thing but atleast to Az to let him off the hook.

》Lucien can die at anytime, like honesty hes not really that significant once you think about it, hes done more harm than good.

》Tamlin the tool deserves death as well for basically becoming Amarantha and nearly denying Feyre the help to bring her TRUE mate back.

》AZRIEL+ELAIN=😍💕🌈 END OF STORY. FIGHT ME.

》Rhys is the cutest lil baby bat we’ve all seen😭💕

》Nesta went through some shit but like girl buck the fuck up and move on. Feyre died and and shes doing pretty damn good for herself in the end.

》Nessian needs to be more of a thing.

》Feyre and Mor are such a power duo and its beautiful.

》Helion is a damn riot.

》The Suriel is such a gossip and will greatly be missed.💔

》Time to move to Velaris and become part of the night court.

-Camille pretty much covered this one, but I’ll restate: NO ONE HAS TO COME OUT TO ANYONE. Mor has lived her entire life terrified of what people might think of her for being gay, most of all of Azriel because of how he’s been fucking stalking her for centuries. Coming out is SO difficult, and NO ONE should EVER be pressured into doing so.

-ah, yes, Lucien. Lucien, who was routinely abused by his family and Tamlin. Lucien, who saw his one and only love be brutally murdered. Lucien, who was raped by ianthe. Lucien who has LITERALLY SUPPORTED FEYRE FROM ACOMAF AND BEYOND. He definitely deserves to die!

-“becoming amarantha” really? You might need to point me to where exactly Tamlin FUCKING RAPES SOMEONE (excepting of course the Fire Night scene, but stans don’t consider that inappropriate, and that’s a different story) Tamlin suffers from PTSD, just like Feyre does, which led to his overprotectiveness of Feyre. Did he go too far? Absolutely. He was sheltering and possessive, but just like her, he was traumatised while Under The Mountain. Tamlin doesn’t need death, he needs help. He’s entitled to help, just like Feyre is.

-This one is just a matter of personal ship preference, but you’ve offered me a fight, so I’ll take you up on it. Weehawken. Dawn. Guns. Drawn.

-Rhys is a crusty-ass grown man

-this one. Oh boy. Nesta, like many rape survivors, is a PTSD sufferer. In Wings and Embers, she was suicidally depressed. You do not just “buck up”. Let me tell you a fun story. I have severe anxiety. I also potentially have depression. I am also a CSA survivor. Even though my abuse was a while ago, it still affects me. Wings and Embers made me cry and I had to stop reading it. The Kite Runner made me stop reading and take an hour break. Depictions of sexual assault and abuse (especially CSA) still fucking affect me to this day. I have severe trust issues due to my abuse, and I can’t fathomably receive in any sexual situation because it fucking terrifies me. You do NOT tell a rape survivor to just “buck up”, especially when they’re not receiving any help like Nesta. The Inner Circlejerk has just about abandoned her at this point, and she’s only going to get worse. Fuck you for telling a trauma victim to just get over it. You’re a fucking asshole.

-ah, yes, Nessian. The couple where the woman hates the man with a burning passion and he stalks the fuck out of her and still finds her hot when she’s fucking anorexic. That needs to happen more. Because god forbid a character not be in a relationship, right? Based on Nesta’s actions, she’s clearly not ready for a long term relationship, because of how she’s sleeping around in ACOFAS. She doesn’t want commitment; it’s not something she’s ready for, and THAT’S OK. Everyone recovers at a different rate. Again, fuck you.

-I’d be inclined to agree if in ACOWAR, Feyre didn’t win an argument against Mor by going “YEAH? WELL YOU’RE A LESBIAN!”, and then Mor kisses her ass and admits that she’s wrong. Healthy friendships? idk her.

-ah, yes, Helion. The token slutty bisexual whose only trait is wanting a foursome with Cassian and Azriel and Mor. What a riot amirite? I love dumbing down minorities to base stereotypes.

-honestly, I gotta agree here. You win this round.

-great idea. you’d fit in just fine, given that they’re all judgemental assholes.

-Once again, fuck the (implied) rape survivor, right? We don’t need no fuckin trauma victims whose trauma can’t be cured with peen! Fuck em!

Guess I have enough stuff for another sketchdump? ahah!

I have all the four guys “pinuppish version” (this is as close as I might be to a drawing series whitout getting bored) all in one place and this makes me happy. Also yay new stuff! And I have an headcanon on George’s favourite T shirt. Don’t agree? Fight me!

Guess I have enough stuff for another sketchdump? ahah!

I have all the four guys “pinuppish version” (this is as close as I might be to a drawing series whitout getting bored) all in one place and this makes me happy. Also yay new stuff! And I have an headcanon on George’s favourite T shirt. Don’t agree? Fight me!

“George, for the last time, I cannot use a Replication spell on donuts! I am a nature witch, not a baker!”

The werewolf huffed. “Then what’s the point of studying all those spells and hexs and whatnot if you can’t even magic yourself up some donuts now and then?”

Lucy sighed good naturedly, and continued pruning the plants in her greenhouse as George hovered impatiently at the door. Catching the floaty sleeve of her cream robe on an errant thorn, Lucy cursed quietly, tossing her pruning shears back into her satchel and removing her silver scissors.

“Lucyyy…”, he moaned quietly, “hurry uuuup… I need you to sort out this cut. I could be dying here”

“Oh, hush”, the witch chastised gently, her brown leather Oxfords clicking across the stone bricks, “you’re fine, don’t be such a drama queen”. She examined the plants in front of her- chamomile, mint, lemon balm, St. John’s wort, lavender, Johnny jump ups- aha!

She snipped a couple of stems of mallow, tucking the scissors into her robe pocket, before shooing George back into the kitchen. There, she placed the mallow into a mortar and ground them, adding a splash of mead to ward off bacteria, a clove of garlic to aid healing, and a couple of heads of bright yellow calendula from the bunch hanging overhead from the rafters.

“George, can you pass me some bandages, please? Top drawer of the dresser on your left”

The werewolf grumbled something in response, before trudging towards the huge, antique dresser and rummaging about.

“Right, okay, sit down, and I’ll be with you in a second”, Lucy replied, catching the bandages George tossed to her with ease, and slathering the poultice onto the cloth.

At the table, he rolled up his sleeve, stained with blood, to reveal a long gash running the length of his forearm. He said he’d got it gardening, but Lucy knew for a solid fact that George had never touched a trowel in his life.

Lucy carefully placed the bandage over the wound - she had cleaned and inspected it earlier - and wound the bandages round and round, before tying them in a neat bow on top.

“There, done- no, don’t touch it!”, she batted the man’s errant hand away from his injury, and then grinned, “Don’t make me put a cone on you”

George narrowed his eyes. “That’s really not funny”

AHAHHA did it, as promised!

There are two possible ways to read this drawing: (1) rivalmance (2) Kipps was strangling Lockwood and had to stop because somebody was taking a picture.