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winterlogysblog · 11 hours

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Random Headcanons

- Fairies smoke. They get high, oh they get so high. (Thanks @sydns for putting this idea in my head lol) The Fairy King's Forest has a spot where one can find the highest quality of herbs, one of the reasons why humans try to enter the forest in the first place. There are also far more crazier things that can be found in the Fairy Realm. None of the Sins know that King smokes because he didn't during his time with the Sins, his argument being that humans don't sell the good stuff. The first time anyone has actually seen King and Elaine smoke is at Gilthunder and Margaret's wedding.

- Goddess shed their feathers as they grow. It's kind of a weird sight to see

- Goddess and Fairies are known to have beautiful voices. The question of whose better is very subjective depends on who you ask. When a Goddess sings they bring a heavenly and ethereal feel. When a Fairy sings it's more enchanting and whimsical.

- Lancelot slept on Chastiefol once. Best nap ever.

- Lancelot became a bit overprotective over the Percy Platoon after the incident because he doesn't want anyone getting hurt again

- Lancelot didn't speak to Sixtus for months after Sixtus received Magliastira. Lance is just upset he didn't get a cool weapon

- Mael cried when he found out that Tristan named his swords after him

- Meliodas would sometimes talk to the horses in the castle stables, sometimes Ban would join in. King apologizes to the horses on their behalf

- Lancelot and Sixtus would use birds to carry messages to each other.

- Gowther taught Tristan how to curse in Demon language

- Gowther is Sixtus' favorite Uncle. "His weirdness is endearing." Sixtus said.

- Zeldris and Mael would sometimes have their own little tea parties in the Demon Realm. Meliodas found out about it and got upset he wasn't invited. "You don't even like tea." Zeldris argued. "That's not the point! It's the thought that matters, it's about a get together between brothers" after that they invited Meliodas, he really didn't last long.

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asiantheatre · 2 months

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Lola Tung as Eurydice in Hadestown Photographed by Matthew Murphy

#hadestown #lola tung #jordan fisher #asiantheatrenet #hadestown broadway #elaine

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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 6 months

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#seinfeld #jerry seinfeld #elaine #twitter #tweets #tweet #meme #memes #funny #lol

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hwinn · 8 months

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drawing in the serial experiments lain style made me nostalgic 🖥️

#serial experiments lain #seinfeld #elaine #lain #parody art #parody #90s #nostalgia #fanart

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illustratus · 2 months

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Elaine by Edmund Blair Leighton

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absolutly-not-an-alien · 2 months

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Tombstones

From top to bottom

Santo aka Weevil, Fnv

Geiger, Fnv

Elaine, Fo4

I love being the fandom for my friends and I’s ocs

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vixivulpixel · 3 months

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Have a deer!

#Anthro #Furry #Fursona #Anthro Deer #Furry Deer #Deer Fursona #Anthro Art #Furry Art #Furry Artists #Elaine #Mythic Sys Art

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wild-magic-oops · 2 months

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me, a chronic Gale-romancer

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #galetav #gale x tav #durgegale #durge x gale #gale x durge #tav x gale #tav #durge #julian #lucas #elaine #oliver #default durge #bg3 #my posts #galemance

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llamagirl28 · 5 months

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Sneak peek for the upcoming public update!

"It's a source of pride for our town," Lot says, speaking entirely for the benefit of his own ego, "to host this Temple, and all its skilled adepts."

Morgana smiles sweetly. It's a bad omen. "Yes, the Temple my mother built. It is a great source of pride for the Le Fay, to have spread the Goddess' faith beyond Avalon." Morgana leans in closer to Raphael and Beatrice, smile turning shrewd as if about to impart some great conspiracy. "Could you believe that it is quite a rarity for my dear husband to visit the Temple? I don't reckon he's stepped foot inside more than once, when it was erected and inaugurated."

"I would have accompanied you," Lot says, "but you only requested Sir Accolon's company."

"Perhaps Sir Accolon was better company," Elaine mutters under her breath, loud enough for you and Gareth and no one else to hear. She eyes the Duke critically, an expression both you and your brother take sharp notice of.

This is simply too good a retort to let pass by in a whisper. You echo Elaine's words for everyone to hear, if only to spite Lot: "Indeed, Sir Accolon is better company."

#the bastard of camelot #Elaine #Morgana #Lot #boc sneak peek

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lutzlig · 1 year

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#submission #riza hawkeye #elaine #seinfeld #tumblrwoman election 2023 #twe23 #23_round01

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insurrectionary-frybreadism · 4 months

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She has too much street wisdom, her heart is too big, her smoke too loud, her money too long, her bitch too bad, her swag too different, Elaine, they'll kill you sis 😭😭😭

#oc #seinfeld #elaine

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asiantheatre · 26 days

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First look: Isa Briones as Eurydice & Jon Jon Briones as Hermes in Hadestown

Photographed by Evan Zimmerman

#hadestown #isa briones #jon jon briones #asiantheatrenet #theatreedit #broadwayedit #asiancentral #edits #elaine

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haunted-moon · 4 months

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Long Way Home [Part II]

[Azriel x Reader fanfic]

Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?

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Read Part 1 here.

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Part II

I started noticing that I got stared at more than usual whenever I came to visit father. Apparently, he had proudly told everyone who came to be treated that his daughter now studied in the House of the Wind and worked for the High Lord himself. I was happy to see him happy, but at the same time embarrassed when I was in the spotlight of attention.

In my most recent visit, there were only a few patients to take care of, and none to stay the night in the infirmary room. Father cooked a deliciously smelling vegetable soup with mouth watering garlic bread for dinner. We carried the food along with a bottle of homemade wine to the terrace of our building. We did this often, sitting under the magnificent sky of the City of Starlight. It kind of became our ritual after mother died, where after all the eating and drinking, I'd lie down with my head on father's lap like I used to do as a small child, and he narrated stories of her.

Our family history was a bit strange. My father was a proud, handsome descendant of the Illyrians, but my mother had been a high fae from the Summer Court. I've heard that most of my ancestors' pairing is similar to that.

Your mother, she had this alluring green eyes, the colour which you see in the depths of a still pond, never letting go once you are pulled into. I can still see how the soft wind caressed her pinkish hair against her skin. He loved to describe her, and repeated over and over again the story of how they met.

The story of how she died was only told once, and he never repeated it again. When I had been two years old, mother was pregnant with my sister. There was an internal bleeding which didn't stop, and sadly, both mother and child succumbed to it.

According to one of my neighbours, father was completely devastated after her death. He even stopped selling his services for a while. He didn't talk to anyone and sulked alone, which was completely opposite to his usual extrovert nature. I don't remember any of this, though. Even with sadness in his heart, he never forgot that he had a living daughter and my childhood was full of happy memories.

Well, mostly.

That night, he was telling me the story of how he used to paint my mother's toenails with colour when she was pregnant and couldn't do it herself—his personal favourite which I listened to every time like I was hearing it for the first time—when a shadow flew across the starry sky and landed in front of us.

It was Azriel.

I pushed myself into a sitting position, squinting at the cloth wrapped parcel which he held in both hands. When my father stood up to greet him, he extended it forward.

"Greetings, sir. The High Lord and Lady send their compliments," he then turned to me. "Hello, y/n."

I nodded while father conveyed his thanks and accepted the parcel. Azriel was about to leave right then, but father insisted on him having dinner before he did so. He hesitated, his gaze dropping at our empty dining plates and wine bottle, but eventually agreed. They went down the stairs into the warmth of the kitchen and I followed.

Father was already making cheery conversation, and Azriel joined after a while. They knew some mutual fae and some members of the Illyrian clan, and began having an earnest discussion.

Azriel was ushered to sit while I set the table and father heated up the food. He always made extra portions because someone could unexpectedly stopped by for a chat and had to be welcomed with delicious food every time. While Azriel ate and they talked, I silently listened from a chair nearby. I felt the familiar squeezing ache in my chest as I watched them, because I could tell that Azriel was not humouring my father out of mere politeness and genuinely wanted to converse. He was never like that with me in the few months I've spent in the House.

I felt prickling behind my eyes, and I excused myself to my room before it turned into tears. Once underneath my warm covers, I let the tears fall and fell into a tired slumber.

I was jerked back into consciousness when I heard the sound of my bedroom door being opened. My eyes were swollen shut from all the crying and I had to fight to open them a bit and see who came in.

It was father. He sat on the side of my bed and gently caressed my hair, noticing that I was awake.

"Azriel left just now. We talked for a long time."

I closed my eyes and sighed, trying very hard not to cry again. "Hmm."

"Has he hurt you?" He asked, his voice low.

I blinked open my eyes in confusion. "Who?"

"Azriel."

I scoffed and shook my head. "I don't even know him that well to be hurt, papa."

He raised an eyebrow. "That's why you cried yourself to sleep, huh?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, not answering. He knew everything anyway.

He stood up and fetched a cold compress for my eyes. I felt fresh tears threatening to spill, and pushed the compress deeper onto my eyelids.

"Does he have a mate already?"

"No. It doesn't matter. They'll feel the bond towards each other soon, anyway. The High Lady's sister might be the one."

"I see."

He was silent for a while. The swelling eased down and I could open my eyes wider. When the compress wasn't so cold anymore, I put it on the nightstand and wriggled back to a comfortable position. Father gently patted my head in a rhythm to help me sleep.

"You'll find a deserving mate too, don't worry," he whispered. "A heart has to eventually find its home."

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Read Part 3 here.

This fanfic can also be found in Wattpad, along with other exclusive parts like playlists and pictures. Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/358573037-long-way-home

Happy reading! <3