#my starlight💕✨

[hannamoon143]

JOHA OMG I JUST FOUND A SONG, I LOVE IT

IDK IF U ALREADY LISTENED TO IT OR KNOW IT BUT XVZJXJZK IT'S SAUR GOOD

Luv u💕

OMG I HEARD OF IT AND ALWAYS WANTED TO LISTEN TO IT

NOW I FINALLY DID

ITS OGMGMGMG INCREDIBLE KASKSK

(Potential lyrics post :3?)

Luv u more💕💕

[hannathejinx]

WAIT WAIT WAIT I MISSED SMTH

@darqlys

U R LITERALLY MAKING ME SHINE AND NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND????

HEY STARLIGHTTTTT ✨💕

NEW BIG SONG OBSESSIONNNNN

HEY MY MOOONNNN

OMGMGMGMGNXKDNDND IMMA LISTZN TO IT AND TELL U

[emcreatez]

Love Through Time ♥️

Happy PRIDE 2024 🏳️‍🌈

A tribute to the LGBTQIA+ representation throughout generations of TSC characters.

I had so much fun creating these individual pieces and compiling them together on this bulletin board. Each photograph has a little piece of PRIDE element in it (see below) and all around the board are little tributes to other characters.

I hope you like it and you all have a safe and happy Pride month! 💕✨

Let me know if you can find all the representation of other characters on the board!

Characters owned by @cassandraclare

Tag list: @littleturtle95 @zfoxdraws @bookworm-jedi @magnus-the-maqnificent @beclynn-herondale @khaleesiofalicante @my-archerboy @youngreckless @thomaslightwood @runecarstairs @high-warlock-of-brooklyn @panicatwallmaria @banesbitch @alexandergideonslightwood @ofsandstonebodies @la-lune-chaotique @starlight-in-my-eyes @tamaraheartz @anarchistbitch @iightwoodbane @icycoolslushie @zemiraa @raziyekroos @radisv @elettralightwood @axoloteca @queenlilith43 @astriefer @edwinspaynes @rinadragomir @carelessflower @sheisntyou

[velidewrites]

Wow, Feyre, your hair looks just like Starlight!

— Feysand as Sophie and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle ✨

Part 1/3 of my dear friend’s @azrielshadowssing birthday gift! I love and cherish you so much - I hope you like this little Feysand treat! 💕

You can find Part 2 here!

[matveytale]

‼️‼️‼️‼️💜💛‼️‼️‼️‼️😲✨💯

TA-DAM!!! 😲😭✨💛💜💙🩷🩵

Then he made a surprise. Aurora is so cheerful, she made a wreath out of twos. So beautiful and pleasant.

Aurora notices that Zay is staring at his Mr. Villainous😲💯😭💛💛💕. She found out that Zay had fallen in love with him! 😆💙🩷🩵Zay, feel a little shy telling Aurora about Mr. Villainous.🤭💛💕

She's so excited! >W<😭🩷🩵💙It ended after sunset. They've seen the Aurora universe.

‼️‼️👿💀☠️👹‼️‼️

But something went wrong. Mr. Villainous felt something was wrong. 👿It was the demons.👹☠️

Ooooh, l'm going THIS AMAZING COMIC!!!X3

This MY BABY VILLAINOUS IS BACK KING SORCERER- HUNTER‼️👿✨💕

Aurora belongs to @aurora-starlight-silly 💙🩷🩵

Zay belongs to @oneeqaisara 💕💛

Mr. Villainous belongs to me 👿☠️👹

[shaykesqueer]

✨Oh Child- Bright as the Starlight✨

Say hello to my Haze design!

Whether you refer to her as Haze, Tempest, Umbra, Solaris, Vespara, Blonky, Pickles, she’s a Ghoulette of many names 💕

I’ve been very recently leaning towards Starlight too!

[lzjian79]

Purple Potion (comics) 🔞🦄🧪

Main cover and page 1-3 is out! ✨✨

"After a talk about starting a family, Sunset looks to Equestria to expand their options. However, she gets a little more than she bargained for from the potion the princess acquired for her.”

One of the many Patreon projects in the works is a collaboration with a writer to produce both short stories and several full comics for my Equestria Girls universe. Many of you may be familiar with Majadin, the author behind “Cross the Rubicon: Choices” in Fimfiction—they have teamed up with me to produce the first of these comics!

I’ve talked before about the story of Sundusk’s origins (Sciset's first kid), and I’m proud to announce that the first of these comics will be that story, called “Purple Potion!”

*・゜゜・*:.。..。.:*・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゜・*

I'm very sorry if it took a long time to post these. I just had bad luck that went on my way before. Phone got stolen, had a 2 week cold fever, 23 days of heavy menstruation (it's my first time being an irregular as a PCOS gal, and it was the worst like I was so weak and lack of iron), and 10/10 teethache pain for nearly 2 weeks.

With the help of my friends, supporters, and family, I got to finish these 3 pages! Thank you so much, and I'm very grateful for the love and support, guys! 😭💕✨

*・゜゜・*:.。..。.:*・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゜・*

Enjoy reading the first 3 pages! They are for free in public! But the next pages will not be posted in public and should be read on my Patreon at Tier "Top shelf 🥃✨".

The next pages will be posted this October in Patreon! Twilight and Sunset will finally have a discussion! What will Twilight be discussing for? Also, I'll be drawing Sunshim's b00bies and smug expressions! Stay tuned in Patreon! 😎🫶✨

Halloween is also near! I will be posting some Halloween art on Patreon soon as well! There will be Sciset and Sunlagio stuff! That's for sure 😉✨.

Next Discord emojis for October are: The human trio! Sunlit, Starlight, and Trixie! ✨✨✨✨✨

✨ Support me in Patreon on :

patreon.com/_lzjian79

[tsunami-of-tears]

But Daddy I Love Her

Mor x Vanserra!Reader (sapphic)

A/N: IMO this is some of my best writing yet. Thank you to the anon who requested some angst with Mor. I’ve been wanting to write some more sapphic stuff, so this was fun 💕  Also thank you to @daycourtofficial for being my sounding board ✨ As you can tell I didn’t go with either title option we discussed 😘

Wordcount: 4.4K

Warnings: Female Reader; Angst; Beron being Beron; Controlling father dynamic; visit to the Court of Nightmares; coming out; canon homophobia + patriarchal bullsh!t.

Reader

Your father was a complex character, to say the least. 

He was every bit the callous ruler that he portrayed to the world, but inside his blackened, hateful heart there was a soft spot. You. His only daughter.

While your brothers were pitted against each other and forced to fight for his approval, you couldn’t do much wrong. 

He was protective of you to a fault. So much so, that you were never allowed to court anyone. No one was good enough for his precious pup. Not that you were very interested in males anyway, having grown up with a litter of brothers. You found males irritating at the best of times, and utterly repulsive at the worst. 

You were closest to Beron’s eldest and youngest sons – Eris and Lucien. They were very protective of you too, but in more of an annoying way. They always had your best interests at heart. 

You were never allowed out of the Forest House unsupervised. Adventuring with your brothers was the only time you got let off your leash. You could run with the hounds, fish in the stream with Lucien or just simply be – relaxing under a tree, reading aloud to Eris. 

You often dreamed of a world where you were free. Free from your father’s strict rule. Free to do as you please. Free to be whoever you wanted to be. 

But alas, this was not a world for the dreamers. 

————

The conflict with Hybern was drawing nearer and your father was summoned to attend a meeting with the six other High Lords of Prythian. 

Your entire family was to attend, to showcase the strength of Beron’s brood.

You enter the meeting room together, sticking close to Eris and trying to seem confident, bored even. You keep your head held high, ignoring your brothers’ sneers beside you. 

“Enough” Eris murmurs, calling all three brothers in line. 

You take in the grand room around you, and the wealth of power convened within. 

You recognise most faces from Under the Mountain but some were new to you, their allegiance given away by the shades of midnight blue and black that they wore - the Night Court. The Court that your father despises the most. The Court you were raised to hate.

The High Lord, Rhysand, sat with a casual grace, his great taloned wings stretched out behind him. Beside him was his High Lady, Feyre - the saviour of Prythian - in a glittering dress that looked like it was made of pure starlight.

They were a beautiful couple, and you wonder how evil the male could truly be if he proclaimed his wife as his equal, something that had never been done in all of Prythian’s history. 

The rulers of the Night Court meet your curious gaze; for a second there is understanding on their faces and you have to remind yourself not to smile. 

You break their stare and your eyes flit over two more winged males and a female who shared the same golden hair and blue-grey eyes as Feyre before they settled on a blonde female. 

To describe her as breathtaking would be an understatement. 

She needed no introduction. Not with the rage upon her face as she watched your family, the pure venom in her eyes.

The Morrigan.

You’d never met the female your eldest brother was formerly betrothed to, and he never spoke about her. 

Morrigan’s fury wanes as she looks at you. For a moment you can see behind the mask she was wearing. You can feel the pain underneath, you can see the love for her family and her Court. Only for a moment before she built that wall back up again, sealing herself within. 

You knew her anger towards your family was justified and you couldn’t help but empathise with that. Like so many women, your mother included, she’d been dealt a losing hand.

You successfully kept your eyes off Morrigan for the remainder of the meeting, remembering the role you had to play – the shy, pretty pawn of the Autumn Court. 

If you failed at this game, the results would be devastating.

————

After the meeting ended so terribly, you were hiding out in Eris’s quarters, avoiding the path of Beron’s temper. The pair of you were curled up in front of the crackling fire with Clove, your favourite hound, asleep in your lap. 

Eris has been quiet since returning from the Dawn Court. His mind was surely racing after the encounter with her. 

You turn towards your brother slowly, breaking the silence, “You never mentioned how beautiful she is. You never speak about her at all.”

Eris knew exactly who you meant. “What’s there to say?” He shrugs, “She’s free from the burden of being with me in this festering court.”

“You think so low of yourself, Eris. Someone will be very fortunate to have you doting on them one day.” 

Eris wraps his arm around you and kisses the top of your head affectionately. “Until then it’s just you and me, bright spark.”

You smile at his nickname for you, one he gave you when you were just a faeling. “Don’t forget Clove!” You exclaim, ruffling the hound’s coat.

————

In the months following the final battle against Hybern, Eris spent a lot of time in the Night Court, working to secure a strong alliance for Autumn. 

Eris was about to head off again, to a ball at the infamous Court of Nightmares. 

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Morrigan. 

You needed to see her again, but she’d never step foot in Autumn. 

You’d have to go to her. 

By the grace of the Cauldron, Beron said yes to you attending the ball with Eris. You were both so stunned by his answer, that you were lost for words. Before dismissing you both, your father had one order for Eris: Do not let her out of your sight.

And so you found yourself in the Night Court, deep inside the Court of Nightmares.

You did your best to bite down on your anxiety as you walked up the dimly lit hallway leading to the ballroom. The intricate carvings of beasts on the walls only add to your feeling of unease. 

You breeze through the large doors, arm-in-arm with your brother. The two of you are the epitome of Autumn. 

Eris wears a suit in a deep burgundy colour, much like the spiced wine you drink to warm your belly on a crisp evening. Your gown of burnt orange swishes around you as you walk, the sequins catching in the faelights, twinkling like the embers of a dwindling fire. 

All eyes turn to you as you walk down the aisle, but you don’t notice them. 

All you see is her, and that golden thread connecting your souls, sealing your fate.

Oh no.

Oh no no no. 

Panic floods your veins as you realise who you’re walking towards. 

Your mate. 

Your brother’s ex-fiancé. Your father’s enemy.

Not her, it can’t be her.

Not here, with so many people watching. 

Your feet slow to a stop halfway to the dais and you turn to Eris. Concern flickers on his face - he can sense something is wrong, he has no idea just how bad it is.

You drop his arm, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’, before disappearing into the air. 

You don’t know where you’re headed or what you will do next. All you know is you need to leave. Now. And get someone safe. 

The thought, somewhere safe, echoes through your mind as you appear in a clearing atop a mountain. 

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, making the sky glow a brilliant shade of orange. The air is cold against your skin, and you rub your hands on your biceps in an attempt to regain some warmth. In moments like these, you are thankful for the fire within your veins. 

You look around, attempting to glean your location. You spot a cabin on the other side of the clearing. As you turn towards it, the front door swings open. An invitation. 

You approach the open door and wonder if there’s a spell on the cabin, tricking you into a false sense of safety to lure you inside to your death. 

You glance around, the only movement you spy is the rustling of leaves in the wind. 

You peek inside and see the small dwelling is well-maintained, but there doesn’t appear to be anyone home. It looks comfortable and homey, with whimsical paintings of vines and flowers framing the door.

Whatever is inside that cabin can’t be worse than the wrath you surely face back in Autumn, so you step over the threshold. 

————

Rhysand

Rhys watches intently as his guests from Autumn walk towards the dais. 

Eris is his usual cocky self, strutting beside his sister. Every bit the High Lord’s heir. Y/N looks like a living fire, glowing as she walks beside her brother. Despite being siblings, there were clear differences between the two fae. Unlike Eris, who Rhys found to be insufferable at times, Y/N had a kind warmth to her. A sweetness that somehow hadn’t been soured by her father over the years. 

She was like the flames that dance in a hearth. The kind of fire used to warm a home or cook a comforting meal that chases away the cold and loneliness. 

Of course, those flames could still burn you if you got too close. 

Y/N stops in the middle of the room. Her eyes not moving from Rhys’s cousin, stood beside his throne. 

‘Something is wrong,’ Feyre says into his mind. 

Rhys quickly throws a glamour over his guests, shielding them and his Inner Circle from the rest of his court. 

Rhys glances at Mor, whose eyes are glued to the flame incarnate before her. 

The expression on Y/N’s face is pure terror as she disappears into a cloud of smoke. 

Eris grabs at the wisps of darkness but it’s too late. Y/N is gone. His eyes are filled with panic as he turns back to Rhys. 

“You Vanserras love to put on a show.” Rhys drawls. “How did she get out past the wards?”

Eris rakes his fingers through his hair, tousling the slicked strands. “I don’t know. I didn’t even know she could winnow.”

Rhys clicks his tongue, “It seems the little fox was hiding some tricks.”

Eris looks Rhys in the eye. “We need to find her,” He says. 

Rhys raises a brow at the Autumn heir. “We?” 

“Beron will kill us all if she’s gone missing. His only order was not to let her out of my sight.” Eris shakes his head in shock.

‘Azriel, go. See if your shadows can find her.’ Rhys orders his spymaster mind-to-mind before the male vanishes into the shadows.

“If she’s still in this court, we’ll find her,” Rhys says calmly, expertly masking his concern that the Jewel of Autumn vanished while in his court. “Let’s go, we can continue this little chat somewhere without an audience.” He rises to his feet, dropping the shield and addressing his court. “I’m afraid I have to leave you to play amongst yourselves. Keir, don’t make too much trouble while I’m gone.” 

Rhys strides out of the ballroom with Feyre by his side. Eris follows behind closely with Cassian and Mor on his tail. 

————

Once out of view, Rhys takes Eris’s hand and winnows him to the Moonstone Palace on top of the mountain. Rhys heads straight to one of the living rooms, opting for somewhere more comfortable to continue the conversation. He silently requests Nuala bring up a tea service as he sits comfortably in one of the plush armchairs. 

Eris slumps down in the chair opposite Rhys, rubbing his temples. His complexion has paled to a colour much like the white stone walls of the palace. Eris’s usual swagger and charm disappeared with his sister. 

“I shouldn’t have agreed to bring her,” Eris sighs, hands ruffling his red hair.

“I’m surprised Beron let her out of the palace,” Rhys admits. As much as he detests the male, he can’t help but feel sorry for him. 

“No one is more surprised than me,” Eris says. “She was the one who asked to come. When Y/N really wants something, not even my father can say no.” Eris smiles softly, as if picturing his sister’s compelling arguments.  

Rhys nods in thanks to Nuala as she sets down a tea service. He starts pouring a cup for Eris as he turns towards him. “What happened then?” Rhys asks. “Y/N looked as if she’d seen a ghost.”

“The bond snapped,” a female voice says from the doorway. 

Both Rhys and Eris’s eyes snap to Mor as she strides across the room and sits across from them on the sofa. 

“What bond? And who with?” Cassian asks from behind her. 

“With me,” Mor says quietly.

Rhys can’t keep the shock from his face. “But you’re…” He trails off, gesturing at Mor’s figure. 

Mor just sighs, “Cousin, I’ve always known that I preferred the company of females. That’s why he, you know.” She risks a glance at Eris who is meticulously masking his real feelings as he sips on his tea.

“Cauldron, I didn’t think I was that bad,” Cassian jokes.  

Mor rolls her eyes and nods her head towards Eris. “He knew. That’s why he didn’t touch me.  That day on the autumn border, Eris gave me my freedom. I let you believe him to be horrible because I wasn’t ready to embrace that part of myself, truthfully I’m still not.” Feyre places her hand on Mor’s arm as she makes her admission. 

“We’d never judge you for that, Mor,” Rhys says sincerely. 

“It’s been instilled in me since I was a faeling, the fear is not something one forgets easily,” Mor shrugs.  

“When did it snap for you?” Eris asks, his face still void of emotion. 

“At the High Lord’s meeting,” Mor responds. “That’s the only reason I came today, hoping to see her again. I know Beron would never let her be with me, but I still had some shred of hope. Clearly, he’s poisoned her view of me…” 

“He hasn’t,” Eris interrupts. “You’re not a frequent topic of conversation, and Y/N never asked about you until after that meeting. She never said, but I suspect it’s why she wanted to come today. In some ways, she’s lucky that she’s been so sheltered. She’s still kind. She saw how all of you acted that day, she saw through the masks. My father’s only weakness is her. Beron is completely blind where Y/N is involved. He will start a war if we don’t find her.” 

“We’ll find her,” Rhys says. “Do you have any idea where she would go?”

Eris rubs his chin as he contemplates. “She doesn't ever go anywhere unsupervised. She loves being in the forest, but there’s no way she could transport herself that far.” 

“I’ve got Azriel searching,” Rhys says. “There’s not much more you can do right now. You can stay here, I’ll show you to your suite.” 

Eris nods, “Thank you, but if you think I will sleep while my baby sister is missing, you are sorely mistaken.” 

Rhys smirks back at the male. “Oh I know, but this way you can sulk in private.”

————

Eris

Eris is pacing in his room when there’s a soft knock on the door. He exhales before opening the door to the blonde female in the hall. Eris folds his arms across his chest and inclines his head, inviting her inside. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell them the truth,” Mor says. “I’ve been lying to myself for so long, I’d convinced myself that part of me didn’t exist.”

“There’s always got to be a villain, I understand why you did it. But thank you for apologising.”

“This bond... It is not going to go well with your father.”

Eris nods, agreeing with her. “We’ll deal with that later. When I’m High Lord, you’ll be welcome in Autumn again, if you ever wish to return.”

“Will you have me over for tea?” Mor scoffs. “I don’t know how this will work with Y/N or if she even wants it. But I’d like to try if she does.” 

Eris straightens defensively. “I’ll support whatever will make her happy,” He says. 

The pair stand in silence for a few moments before Eris smiles sadly, shaking his head. “I should’ve known,” He laughs. “When she was a child, she never wanted me to play as a prince, we both were princesses… As she grew, she never took much interest in courting anyone. If Beron had forbade me or my brothers there would’ve been a riot on his hands. But Y/N was never phased by it. Truthfully, I think she was relieved.” 

Mor returns his smile. “I’m glad she has you. We’ll find her, don’t worry too much.” 

————

Reader

In the cabin, you stare at the eyes on the wall. You would know them anywhere. 

You knew your mate had been here, maybe it was even her cabin. Deep down, your heart knew you’d be safe here. 

You feel so tired, right to your core. You didn’t know you could winnow, your leash had been so tight you never even tried. Mother knows how far you just travelled. 

A steaming cup of tea appears in your hands, the scent of cinnamon and chamomile reminding you of home. Somehow, the cabin knew what would calm you down.

You pull a blanket around your shoulders and sit on the lounge, worn with decades of use, admiring the colourful paintings adorning the walls and every surface. You can tell this place is well-loved, and many happy moments have been spent here. 

Exhaustion nags at you and you fight your drooping lids until you can’t any longer. You slip into the darkness of sleep, wrapped in the blanket, with your mate watching over you. 

————

You’re woken by a cool sensation on your ankle. You look down and see a wisp of shadows wreathing around. It circles a few times before disappearing into the air. 

It’s early in the morning, the first light creeping over the mountains outside. You’re still wearing your ball gown, the fabric creased from your slumber. 

Your head spins as you remember the events of the night before. 

‘How long have I been sleeping? Oh gods, Eris must be going out of his mind…’

A sharp knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. 

You stand slowly, stretching your stiff limbs and go to answer it – for a moment you forget it’s not your house.

One of Rhys’s winged friends stands on the porch. “Y/N, are you okay?” He looks you up and down, taking in your dishevelled hair and wrinkled dress. “You’re not injured? And how did you get inside?”

“I’m okay, I guess. The door opened for me. It felt safe.” 

The male nods, “Eris is worried about you, I’ve just let Rhys know I found you and you’re unharmed.”

“Thank you,” You say. 

“Mor wants to speak to you, is that okay?”

You nod in answer, “Yeah, we probably need to have a chat.”

“She’ll be here soon, can I get you anything?” He offers.

You shake your head, pulling the blanket further around you. 

“Okay, stay inside, she’ll be here soon.” 

————

Eris

Keeping to his word, Eris didn’t sleep at all. He was watching the sunrise breaking over the mountains when he heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” Eris calls out. 

Rhys enters the room. “Azriel found her, she’s safe, Mor has gone to bring her back.” 

Every cell Eris was tensing is released at Rhys’s words. He tries to roll his shoulders but they are stiff after a tense night.  

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?” Eris asks. “She ran because of the mating bond.”

“Mor wanted to speak to her privately. They are the only ones who understand.”

Eris nods, feeling relieved that his sister has been found. He’ll be able to rest once he lays eyes on her again. “Thank you, for helping,” He says. 

Rhys waves a hand dismissively. “It does work in my favour to return her safely,” Rhys drawls. “But I would do it anyway.” He turns to leave, “You should eat something, it’s been a long night and we have much to discuss now.”

————

Reader

You do your best to freshen up while you wait. You smooth out your hair and change into some fresh clothes summoned by the cabin – a soft v-neck camisole, cropped at the navel and flowing harem pants, more skin than you’ve ever shown outside your bathing room. The matching set is a brilliant shade of forest green that perfectly complements your hair. 

A knock sounds on the door, announcing your mate's arrival. 

“Hello Morrigan,” you say stiffly, unsure where to look or where to put your hands. You settle with holding them clasped at your front to stop their trembling.

“Just Mor if you like, can we talk?” 

You nod and sit across from each other, the air hangs heavily around you.

Mor sighs, breaking the tense silence. “I guess it snapped for you?”

You nod, the words not making it past your lips. 

“This is a cruel twist of fate,” She laughs darkly, leaning forward on her knees.

“Do you not want it?” You ask, trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

“No,” Mor answers quickly. “That’s not what I meant. With my history and our fathers, I don’t see how it could work.”

Why beat around the bush, you suppose? “What happened, with my brother?”

Mor looks at you curiously. “He never told you?”

You shake your head. 

“We were amicable, not quite friends, never lovers. I confided in him about my preference for–” She waves at you. “Female companionship… and that I didn’t want to be someone’s wife. Of course, my father had other plans. I ruined them by… sullying myself, and my father dumped me on the border of your court. I’ll spare you the grizzly details right now, but your brother gave me my freedom. I wasn’t ready to tell people the truth, so I let my friends believe Eris to be a monster. In truth, I was the monster all along.”

You allow her candid words to wash over you. What your brother had done, allowing himself to be the villain when nothing was further from the truth.

You stand, moving to sit closer to Mor.

“I never believed the things Beron said about you,” You admit, looking into Mor’s warm brown eyes. Eyes that are full of hope. 

“I know that I’m sheltered, but I see the way he treats people. Even my brothers, Lucien especially. I do love him as a father, but as a person… he is awful. I long for the day when Eris takes over Autumn, and I can finally be free. Until then, I will dream of a better world.”

A tear falls from the corner of Mor’s eye and you rest a hand on her knee. 

You steady your breathing before continuing, “I’ve never had much interest in males and never allowed myself to consider alternatives. I’d like to try this, if you want to. I know courting in secret will be difficult, but I’m willing to give it a go. I’m ready to start building the world I’ve been dreaming of.”

Tears stream down Mor’s face and she pulls you into a hug. You savour the moment and for the first time, you allow yourself to hope. 

————

“ERIS!” You call out, running towards your brother and jumping into his arms. 

He catches you easily, wrapping his arms around you. “I was so worried, bright spark,” He says softly into your hair. 

“I know. I’m sorry to do that to you. I panicked. I didn’t even mean to winnow, it just happened.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay. But maybe don’t show that trick to anyone else,” Eris puts you down and stands back, taking in your appearance. “It seems this court suits you, Y/N,” He smiles. “Come now,” he extends his arm for you to take, “We’ve got business to discuss with Rhysand. We need to figure out something official so that Father will let you return here with me.” He winks as he walks you to meet with the High Lord.  

————

You’re convinced your brother is a genius. 

He told your father that you and the High Lady got on well and that your presence allowed him and Rhys to get on with business while the females ‘talk about fashion and whatever else they like to discuss.’ 

You had batted your lashes at your father, insisting that the High Lady needed some help with fae etiquette and that she was seeking your help on how to be a proper lady. 

Beron scoffed at the thought of the ‘wild human harlot’ ever being considered a lady, but he couldn’t say no to your wide-doe eyes. Especially not when Eris mentioned that the friendship could give Autumn more sway in political discussions. 

Eris winnowed you both to Rhysand’s Moonstone Palace for your regular ‘meeting’, where Rhys, Feyre and Mor were waiting for you. 

Mor looks ethereal under the starry night sky. Her hair flows like liquid gold in soft waves down her back. Her dress is a deep wine red, paying homage to your home court and hugs her curves perfectly. Your eyes linger on her figure for a few moments before moving back to her face. 

Thank you, Mother.

Rhys steps forward. “Welcome back, we won’t be staying in the Court of Nightmares this time,” He explains. “We thought it was time to show you our true home.” 

Feyre smiles warmly, her eyes twinkle with anticipation. 

Rhys takes Eris’s hand and Mor takes yours, winnowing you into the sky above a sparkling city. 

Wind rushes around you as you free-fall. The stone floor of the balcony getting closer and closer until it hits your feet. You steady yourself, feeling grateful for your fae reflexes. 

Still holding Mor’s hand, she leads you to the balcony's edge. You look out at the city sprawling below you, alive and bustling. The humming sound of life below is like music in your ears.

Mor smiles widely at you. “Welcome to Velaris,” she says. “The Court of Dreams.”

[whisperingmidnights]

Congratulations on 1700 followerssss, you deserve that and so much more, your writing is truly exceptional 🥹✨

You know I’m weak for Feysand and their Dove 😫 I’d love to see them and caught in the rain for the bingo 💜💜💜 (can we get a baby nyxie too with them pretty pleaseeee 🥺)

This is me, giving you the biggest hug 💕 I always appreciate your support so much, I look for you every time I put something new out.

I hope you enjoy this one, I just love this little family so much.

Little boots are built for puddles and, well, Velaris really does need the rain.

On our daily walk around the park closest to the River House, a spring breeze brought in a storm off the sea. Large, cold raindrops splatter against the stony path. Now more confident that his feet are firmly beneath him, Nyx is everywhere. All the time.

Clinging tightly to Feyre's fingers, he's stomping his little feet in the puddles while the family of ducks he'd been fascinated with seek shelter beneath a bush laden with blue and purple hydrangeas. His eyes dance with hints of starlight as he smiles up at his mother, and my heart squeezes when she smiles back at him. It's the happiest I've seen her in weeks.

Maybe now, with everyone mostly healed, we can reclaim some of what we lost. I'm still beneath the willow, chewing on my lower lip when Rhys wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"You're worrying again," he teases, pressing a kiss to my temple as I elbow him in the ribs. "We need you to do less of that."

"The elbowing or the worrying?"

"I'll keep the elbowing, I enjoy it when you're riled." I'll show him riled. "The worry and stress, however-"

"I'm not stressed."

"It's rolling off of you in waves, sweetheart. Do you want to talk about it?"

I don't. I should, Mother knows it would help, but what can I even say? I'm tired of watching my family suffer and suffering in kind. I want to fix everything for my mates, yet all I can do is stand by and hope things improve? I don't say anything, but I open my mind to him.

Rhys sifts through my emotions like sand, and I let him, keeping my eyes trained on Feyre and Nyx. I feel it then, the deep sense of empathy and understanding that he's always given me. He's knows me in ways that I don't always know myself, and I will never take that for granted again.

Not ever.

I turn in his embrace and slide my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me as the rain falls around us. His arm locks around my waist as he curves over me, forever my shield against the storm. But we aren't alone for long.

I don't hear when the splashing stops, too caught up in the moment to pay attention to what's behind me, but I feel the familiar heat at my side before I catch Feyre's scent. Nyx's little hands grip my sweater, soaked from the rain, and I pull back from Rhys enough to kiss the babe's chubby cheek.

"Ma!" He babbles, one of the only words he can say, and I try not to spend too much time worrying about what he should call me when he has the words for it. "Mamama."

"Hi baby," I murmur, tickling his side until he squeals. Feyre laughs at him, and it's the loveliest sound I've ever heard. I want her to do it again. "We should get him home before he catches a chill."

"You take him," she says to Rhys, handing off the babe. Nyx immediately sets to work grabbing at his father's chin, endlessly fascinated by the stubble that occasionally graces it. "We need a minute."

"Do we?" I ask cautiously, tucking my hair behind my ears. Nyx and Rhys are gone in a blink, and Feyre's hands settle on my waist. She pulls me in until her body is flush against mine, and all I feel is her warmth. Her forehead drops against my own, and I breathe her in, winding my arms around her neck.

"We're okay," she whispers, breaking the silence that had settled around us. "I'm okay, I promise."

"Are you sure?"

"Very." Her starlight blue eyes twinkle as they bore into mine, and the smile on her pale pink lips is genuine. She really is okay, at least for today. "But I do think it's a little unfair."

"What is?"

"Rhys got a kiss, and I didn't."

"Yes, well, he's home with the baby now. You and I suddenly have all the time in the world."

"Do we?" she laughs, walking me back until my shoulders meet the tree trunk. My heart flutters at the joy in it, and I nip at her lower lip before I slant my lips over hers. I cling to her there, beneath the boughs of the willow tree, and let the rain wash away my worries for the moment.

We have time.

[hannamoon143]

YXFSGJSKYVDDTJTDHFS

I just found this cat yesterday with my friend

So cutie and prettyyyy like you

(Yup. I'm not bored at all😀.)

KSKSKSKS OMG ITS SO CUTIE, PSLSPSLPSL TELL ME YOU PETTED IT FOR MEEEE

omg stawwwppp🤭💕💕 more like uuuu

When ur bored just text me 😔

[hannathejinx]

KSKSKS IM GLAD U LIKE ITTTTT <33

ohhhh new songssss😁

I LISTENED TO ALREADY SOME OF THEM AND AHHH TILL NOW I RLY LIKE THEMMMM I ALREADY LISTENED TO wherever u r, warm and slow dive

I’m here for new song obsessions 😌

idk if I gave that one to u before but I think I didntttt, idk I really love it cause the melody and the sounds somehow sound rlly pretty and mysterious

Luv u💗

Yayy song obsessionnns

No u never gave it to me <33

I JUST LISTENED TO IT CJEKXKWJ I LOVE IT, LIKE THE MELODY AND ALL KSKSKS it sounds really pretty and mysterious ^^

Talking about new song obsessions... HERE'S MINE HEHE I DISCOVERED NEW SONGS I'M ADDICTED

There's many, as always 😭😭 i'm sorry

Hope you'll like them <333

Luv u💕

[emcreatez]

Partners 💕✨

Spent the whole weekend ready Jayvik fanfics only to realize I haven’t drawn them. 😱

Prepare for potential spam 😆

Hope you enjoy!!

Characters not owned by me.

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[xbleedingangelgutsx]

🕊️✨ DAWN’S ANGELIC IDOL SONG – “SHINING SHATTERED WINGS” ✨🕊️ Bubblegum Despair Mix | Light Mode Only (from the angel who fell, then rose with glitter and spite)

M@GICAL☆CURE! LOVE SHOT!Song by Hatsune Miku and SAWTOWNE ‧ 2023

Dawn cover

🎀🩰 Intro – Dawn Voiceover:

Hiii~! I’m Dawn! People call me an angel… But wanna know a secret? Even angels start off broken.

💫🎤

🌟 うりゃ おい! うりゃ おい! 🌟 Ooh, starlight! Once a mess, now I sparkle bright! 🌟 うりゃ おい! うりゃ おい! 🌟 Ooh, moonlight! Dawn, Dawn, DAWN—take flight!

💋 Woke up in a world that didn’t want me soft 💋 Put on glitter gloss and wiped the bruises off 💋 Tiny hands, too small to hold the weight 💋 But I smiled so wide, just to change my fate

With my ribbon wand and a shimmer-pink heart I cast my spell to restart, restart~ Even if the pain still lingers in my chest I swore I'd be the prettiest, even when depressed 💔

🩹✨

💔 Stitches in my halo, lipstick on my pain 💔 If it means you’ll laugh, I’ll play the clown again 💔 (But do you see it…? That I’m trying…?)

🌈

💖 If my past is painted red with shame, I don't mind 💖 I’ll rewrite it with sugar lace and shine 💖 So what if they used me, tore me, bruised me? 💖 I’ll wrap it all up in bows so cutely! 🌸

💘 I’ll fight through the dark, all for a spark 💘 I’ll be your perfect fallen mark 💘 Your love is the bandage I put on my soul 💘 So I can sing again, sing again—whole 💕

🌟 うりゃ おい! うりゃ おい! 🌟 Ooh, baby! 🌟 Crybaby turned heavenly~

🎧

All alone in pink pajamas… I dreamed someone might love me. Not just use me.

But when I looked up—there was light. Not heaven, but my own shine. 🌷

🌟

🩷 If my tears made wings, would you let me fly? 🩷 Even if they’re stitched and fake, I’d try 🩷 I’m your soft disaster turned glitter bomb 🩷 Broken girls make the best love songs

🎀 Hold me close and I’ll beam so bright 🎀 A star reborn from silent nights 🎀 I’m a mess, yes, but I’m yours 🎀 Bleeding starlight evermore 💫

🪽

I’m not perfect. I’m not pure. But I’ll be your angel… Even if I had to fall first. 🌙

[ofmermaidstories]

Hi mermie 🥺 I hope you’re doing well love!!! It’s been a while cause life has gotten busy. I think about you sometimes a week. Sometimes it’s when I look at the sunlight going down into the trees and the way it looks so shiny in between the leaves, or sometimes it’s when I look at the sparkles in the water!!! And I think “oh, that’s what mermie meant when she said life was beautiful” I don’t know why but whenever we did talk it felt like sun, you’re a sunny person!! I wanna grow up and be like you, Mermie!! I don’t worry about not drawing anymore, at least— not as much as I did, and I remember you always advocated for taking breaks and not stressing yourself out and I don’t think I understood it back then but I do now, as much as I can. I will never be able to explain or express how much of an impact you as a person and your fics had on me as an individual and as an artist— as a person!! We haven’t talked in a while but I hope you know I remember you, the same way we might think of friends, or people we think fondly of!!! I will never forget the way you were so so kind to me!! Everything— the world is so so lucky to have you!!!

I’m happy to see that you’ve found other interests and that you still post your posts and you talk and chat and enjoy and do your monthly product showcase lol, it’s refreshing, I hope I grow to be just as kind, and to be just as passionate, and to be just as loving, and to be just as poetic, but until then I’ll keep trying!!

-✨(hopefully one of your favorite stars in the sky)

one of the advantages of having a view from the starfields like you must, starshine, is being able to see and hold any small or large thing you want—and to find some kind of thrill or meaning or beauty in it. 🥹 it is very much one of my core beliefs that i have to hold onto, that life is beautiful, even if it means sometimes you have to grit your teeth and find that beauty in like. the oily reflection of a puddle, lmao. or a tiny white moth. or the way everyone mows their lawns at the same time after a week of rain, so that the way home smells green. 🥹🌾 starfall, whenever u think of me or see something that brings u joy i want you to remember that i am thinking of you too, and have been, in a hundred different ways, big and small. 🥺 like when i hold an acrylic charm and the rainbow foiling on it shines; or when i glance to my corkboard and see a sweet little doodle pinned there. or when i’m wondering how you’re doing, and whether you’re doing well. 🥺 taking breaks is important!!! really really truly. and it’s hard too, i think, to remind ourselves of why; especially when social media rewards consistency. 🥺 what i have been telling myself, these past few months, is that the slowness (the ability to take the time) is the sweetness. 🥹 the luxury of being human and being able to take a break from something we love, or take our time with it. there’s been so many days where i could’ve smashed through a word count goal easily—and instead i did something silly like take a nap lmao, right under the window and in the afternoon sun, just like a cat. 🥹 there’s so much in our day to day lives that demands our stress, obligations like work or school or family, but making art isn’t one of them. it is first and always a pleasure, no matter how fiddly or frustrating it can be. i hope it always brings you joy, no matter the time between making it. 🥹✨

for whatever it’s worth, starlight, i think you’re growing up pretty magnificently—and that the world is incredibly lucky to have you. 🥹🌷✨🌙💕🤍

[vintagelacerosette]

Art Tag 🖼🎨💕

I was tagged by these talented magnificent artist thanksss 💕

Molly @deathclassic Julissa @heymrspatel Deanna @deedala Ice @spookygingerr Ling @lingy910y

Have you always been interested in creating art? Yes, I was that kid in high school doodling anime girls throughout class lol

What's your favourite medium to use? I really like digital for the infinite undo button with my perfectionist ass lmao & I'm using Clip Studio. Paper art has been quite therapeutic for me too

Do you create outside of fandom? Yes

Share something you haven't finished and/or never got around to posting

I made a tribute to our Gallacrafts zine, but at the time, the mods had changed, so I was gonna create a companion piece. I didn't get around to it & then the mods had changed again 😅

Some OG crafting overlords Rhys @smokey-mickey Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Donna @sleepyfacetoughguy

I also have gallacrafts I haven't completed for really old themes, but I do still wanna post lol

Favourite piece you've made? Toss up between my gallacrafts Pride 2 piece (see piece that has most notes question) or my 2024 gallavich valentines/my icon

Draw your icon in a minute or less

You get the gist lmao

An underrated piece you've made in your opinion

A little bit to thus This collection of missing posters with the mixed media.

Do you do art in a professional setting? No, but I wanted to. I studied Visual Arts with a major in screen arts in university tho. Uni wasn't what I wanted my plan was to do animation, but, plans fell through

A piece you don't like but did really well on social media

This. The portions are wack basic background, Ian's face feels off & I rushed this

Post an old piece and compare it to your most recent, what are the similarites?

Wow pretty good that I get to compare these two lol. Still got the star motif & the way I'm drawing bodies is has improved yay! Look at that looooong squiggly pointing arm

Have you ever collaborated with another artist/s? Yes, with the lovely & super talented Ling @lingy910y I couldn't have as for a better first time collab partner 🫶🏼 Would love to collab more 🥰

What piece has the most notes? Are you surprised?

This one has the most notes for hand drawn art & the other is my most notes for art/crafts in general. I'm pretty proud these are top dogs & pleasantly surprised with the Deleted scenes one 😄

Who/What is your favourite subject matter? Our boys but also when I'm acrylic painting I'm loving painting clouds & sunset/sunrise skies hues

Show us something not from fandom you've made

I've been experimenting with acrylic paints after getting inspired by a sparkling water painting I saw on tumblr & here are some cute cows I drew for Leah

Where do you like to create? There's a table in the lounge room that's very spacious, has good light & a cart with a stash of my art supplies. But I wanna migrate back to my room bc I got a new big desk there to keep my mess away lol

Do you have a tag that you use to group your creations? Tell us so people can follow it. It's under Myn's art

Give yourself a shoutout, where can we commission/buy/follow you for more pieces? I don't sell my art or do commissions, but I kinda have some drawings I do love & toy with the idea of making postcards or have it on a mug

I'll tag sensational & inspiring artist if they wanna play 💖

@suzy-queued @tsuga-of-mars @samantitheos @burninface @darthvaders-wife @psychicskulldamage @michellemisfit @sgtmickeyslaughter @mickittotheman @y0itsbri @friend-bear @matt404b @takeyourpillsbitchh @michellemisfit @mikhailoisbaby @mikcrymilkovich

[mystic-rubysunflower]

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