“Azriel could've have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could've have sworn his shadows sang in answer.” - Azriel’s Bonus Chapter

Art by budge_chick and commissioned by @acourtdelaluna

Gwyn has so much music in her that she cannot hold it all. It fights to break free.

It needs to be loose in the world.

✨ 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝒻 ✨

Art by: alexwillustation

Finished once and for all !! :D don’t look much at the background, I’m not good at them.

Commissioned by me! Click the link 🤍💙🩵

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒘𝒚𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏.

🩵🧜‍♀️💜🩵🧜‍♀️💜🩵🧜‍♀️💜🩵🧜‍♀️💜🩵🧜‍♀️💜🩵🧜‍♀️💜

Artist: @alexwillustration

Commissioner: Me

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“How brave the moon shines in her skin, outnumbered by the stars.” -Angie Welland-Crosby

@lovelymoonflower1 , @/missiemei, and I wanted to show this beautiful artwork of Emerie on the moon with her helm and trusted dagger. She is both beautiful inside and out. Thank you @/_inkye for drawing this magical artwork.

@emerieweekofficial Day 5 - Free Day

Art 🎨 by @/_inkye

Commissioned by @lovelymoonflower1, @missiemei, & myself

All characters belong to Sarah J Maas & Bloomsbury Publishing

Her smile across a crowded room.

The way her laughter always found him first.

The irreverent little tilt of her mouth when she teased him, fearless and bright.

The softness in her eyes when she thought no one was looking.

The way she reached for him without hesitation, as if some secret part of her had always known where she belonged.

And then it all crashes into place.

Every glance. Every touch. Every stolen breath.

The late nights. The quiet conversations. Her voice wrapping around the broken places inside him like sunlight through stained glass. The feeling in his chest whenever she walked away, as though something vital had gone with her. The instinct to protect her. To kneel for her. To worship.

Mate.

His mate.

Not a sudden thing. Not fate descending from the heavens in one blinding instant. No.

This had been unfolding slowly, exquisitely, for a long time. Thread by thread. Smile by smile. Until the entire tapestry of his life had been woven through with her.

And Azriel, who had spent centuries believing himself unworthy of beautiful things, finally understands why every path he walked led him here.

To Gwyn.

@emerieweekofficial

"𝑨 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔’𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑵𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑾𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔’𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍. 𝑮𝒘𝒚𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄."

@kels_bookish and I could not resist getting a commission by the talented Meiuchu of this moment when Emerie reached the summit and touched the sacred stone to become the first Carynthian female Illyrian warrior 💚

⛰️💚⛰️💚⛰️💚⛰️💚⛰️💚⛰️💚⛰️💚⛰️💚⛰️💚

Artist: Meiuchu

Commissioners: @gwynrieldefenseatty / kels_bookish and I

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:*࿔ೃ.⋆❀ 𝐸𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝓁𝓁𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒶 ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:

AC: mftfernandez | anniversse