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HAIRSTYLE MEME WITH MY OC MEAVE 🌟

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@drustvar asked for 'Draw Ia fried afff trying to order at ye olden taco bell'. The poor cashier replies 'Sir, this isn't a Burger Bell.'

@baronmpontmercy asked for 'Adina doing Hot Girl Shit. Interpret as you will'. This one got me thinking what /do/ hot girls do - I landed on they get stoned tits out and bedrot?

@shadow--writer asked for Meave and Miloš together. I literally saw the apache's supper by louis legrand today and though this has to be them - so here they are! And Meave's thicker than a bowl of oatmeal!

I am open for more requests that I might or might not do. The consesus on my new tablet is that it fucks! I have to really think about using the shortcuts on it but I think it'll all be cool once it gets into my workflow!

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(ACOTAR AND TOG SPOILERS)

Okey so I don’t know if anyone has talked about this before but… Everyone says they don’t understand Mor’s power bc what does it mean she has the power of “truth”? BUT just finished reading ToG and, isn’t that kind of Meave’s power??? She can plant illusions into people’s minds, meaning she’s the only one who can see the truth, who can show the truth to someone. Also, Meave always seems to go one step ahead. When Erawan and her meet Aelin in Orynth at the end of KoA, Erawan doesn’t realise Aelin’s lost most of her power, but Meave, for whatever reason, does know it… That plus the Fact that Meave and Mor are the same name… I don’t trust Mor for a second

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

My Little Shadow: Part fourteen (Azriel x reader)

Warnings: Torture, attempted daemati magic, manipulation

Part thirteen Epilogue/Part fifteen

Tag list: @mis-lil-red @bubybubsters @luvmoo @rorel1a @minakay @foreverrandomwritings

This is the second to last episode! Next one is an epilogue, and will have the promised smut! But in this one, Y/N meets a strange, tricky woman with violet eyes...

I screamed, and I didn’t stop screaming for what felt like hours.

I didn’t know where my friends were, but my mind was all consumed by pain.  They had burned my hands.  Over, and over, and over again.

Now they were breaking bones, and I could help the sounds I made or the tears that fell as I pleaded for it to stop.

“You know how to make this stop little girl.”  The thing in my father said, and I looked at him through my haze of tears and pain.

“Fuck you.”  I spat in his face, and he obviously didn’t like that, because he snarled as he reared back.

“Don’t stop.  No matter how much she fucking begs.”  He hissed, and I screamed once again as hot, searing pain flashed across my vision.

My back was torn into a million bloody pieces, and my hands were in their own type of hell every time they touched anything, and as they threw me to the ground again and again, my hands felt shattered too.

That goes on for a few more minutes after he leaves, and I’m convinced this was where I was going to die.

At least Azriel was safe.

“Stop.”  A silky female voice rang out, and I let out a sob of pain and relief as my battered body hit the ground.

“Y/N, right?”  The female said, and I looked up to see a tall fae woman, pale with dark hair and eyes of shimmering violet.  She burn scars on almost every inch of skin that I could see.  She was wearing black velvety dress that left very little to the imagination.

I would have wondered if she were related to rhys if not for her fair complexion and lack of wings.

I nod, unsure if I could even form words.

She tuts, kneeling down and lifting my face to examine me.  “I’m sorry for my companions.  Unguided. their methods of getting what they want can be rather crude.”

“What do you even want from me?”  I ask, my voice sounding as broken as my spirit.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out under this.

She smiled, using some sort of darkness to detach my chains from the floor.  She extended a hand, helping me to my feet, and even letting me lean against her.

I hated it.  I hated it because I knew these types of people, and she wasn’t being kind, or sweet, or nice at all.

She was a snake in the grass.

Luckily, I was one too.

I let myself lean on her, seem more weak than I was as I built my strength back up.

“My name is Meave.  I come from a very awful place.  I hate it there.  It much reminds me of this place, stifling and dark.  Eating up the good in the world.”  She hummed as she brought me to what looked like a well, but it’s walls were made completely of that black ebony.

The water inside one amplified that darkness, making it look depthless.

I had a place of my own, where I ruled over people.  Happy people who I kept safe.

She waved a hand over the dark water and the image of a beautiful, but terrifying female of flame and glory danced through a hall, wearing some sort of amulet as she basked in the cheers of people kneeling before her.

“She took my people, and now they live under a queen that cares not for their happiness, only her glory and praise.”  She said, her voice thick with hatred.

She touches the water longingly, and it shifts to the image of a beautiful city.  “I need to get back there, to my people.”

I force myself not to flinch away as she touches my cheek gently, bringing me over to look her in the eyes once again.

She petted my hair softly, speaking in a sorrowful tone, “There is a way to get back, but we need help.  We need your help.”

“Your shadows are more powerful than you even know, they can open this portal, and let us go back to this beautiful place and protect it.”  She took my face in both of her hands.  “Please, we need your help.”

If she was really as pure hearted as she claimed, she wouldn’t have let her ‘friends’ torture me or Azriel.

I nod, a plan coming together in my mind.  “Oh, wow.  Of course I’ll help you, that sounds absolutely dreadful.”  I looked up at her with wide eyes, making myself look as clueless and lost as possible.  I even managed to make my lip wobble a bit I think.

And as I hoped, she latched onto the line I threw out.  “Thank you so much.  Almost everyone we have met here has tried to hurt us in one way or another.”

Bullshit.

“I can understand that.  This place has always been cruel.”  I say, smiling at her.

She gives me back a little smile, removing the chains from my wrists.  “I can help guide you through the process, let’s head up to the well.”

Leading me up to the well, I swear I could feel something tapping at my mental shields.  I felt sick, realizing Meave was trying to sneak through my shields.

I reinforced them, keeping my face happy and plain, as if there wasn’t a thing wrong in the world.

She glanced at me, but kept searching for a weakness in my shields as we made it up to the well.  “Just use your shadows to try and reach for that place I showed you, they should be able to tell what to do from there.”

I went to place a hand on the edge of the well, hissing and drawing back as my already burnt hand throbbed from the sensation of the stones.

I brought my shadows up around me, and Meave watched with greedy eyes as I brought all the shadows I could up and around the well.

And then everything exploded.

My shadows took out the supports in seconds, tearing down the walls as screams rang out.

I stumbled as Meave grabbed for me.  “WHAT DID YOU DO?”  She shouted, reaching for me again.

I dodged out of the way, turning and running as rocks plummeted down from the ceiling.  I don’t know what happened to the female, but after a few minutes I no longer heard her voice as I ran through the crumbling caves.

No one tried to stop me, all of them preoccupied with their own survival.

I ran as quickly as I could with a broken arm and ribs.  The only problem was that I had never been in this part of the caves, and I had no idea which way to go.

A large pile of rocks crumbled in front of me, making me stumble back into the chest of some male.

I turned to look, but they wrapped their arms around me, and I gasped as their scent hit me.

Azriel.

Shadows quickly wrapped around us, and we were suddenly in a different section of the caves, one I recognised.

Azriel leaned against the wall, still holding me tightly even as his uneven breaths told me he was struggling.

“Are you okay?”  He asked weakly, letting me go only enough so I could turn around.

I wasn’t, but I didn’t want to talk about it right now.  So when I turned around, I looked up into his tired, pain laced eyes, saying softly, “I love you.”

He rested his forehead on mine, shaking a little bit.  “I love you too my little shadow.”

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Sex Education

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[rc-leagueofdreamersblog]

Wickesly wowwiee..My fantasy of meave joining us became true..Now she is gonna put all the guys in line..Well already started