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🌙 types of people: astronomy

celestial - pastel notebooks, shimmery eyeshadow, fairy lights strung expertly on the walls, white fur blanket draped over the back of their desk chair, unabashedly eating a heart-shaped box of chocolates that they bought for themselves

equinox - sharp winged liner, round sunglasses that slip below the bridge of their nose, black backpack with NASA pins, tinkling character charms dangling from their car keys, smiles that make their eyes twinkle

interstellar - thirty minute skincare routines, a bathtub filled with hibiscuses, lip-biting, socks made of lace, black ankle boots with flowers embroidered on the heel, having a collection of sunhats

nova - posting pictures of ice cream on instagram, buying erasable pastel pens, hanging inspirational quotes in picture frames on their walls, endless doodles on the edges of their notebooks

nebula - pleated skirts, an album full of polaroid pictures, straws made of honey, sipping on matcha lemonades, white crew socks embroidered with a red heart, not being able to walk in high heels but trying anyway

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Fanfic Masterlist

Hey lovely people! For your convenience, I decided to make a masterlist of the things I have written so far. I will continue to update this with each new piece I write. As always, I’m open to requests! 

Throne of Glass: 

Long Live the King – Sam Cortland

Purify  – Aelin Ashryver Galathynius

A Court of Thorns and Roses: 

Nessian:

I Found Her – (poem)

Jack-O-Lantern Prompt  

Cauldron Drown Me 

Cauldron Save Me  

Midnight Meetings: Part I ,Part II , Part III , Part IV , Part V – temporary hiatus

Reforged  A Serious Miscalculation    NSFW   Elucien:

Ghosts – Elucien

Spring Flowers  – Elucien

Not Mine to Keep – Elriel/Elucien (possible continuation) 

Unrequited  – Elucien

Feysand:

A Gift of Stars  – Feysand

Cassian: Face The Storm – Cassian 

We Look Fabulous  – Cassian & Mor 

Downfall – Cassian & Mor

Nesta Archeron: Find Your Fire – Nesta Archeron 

What If? – Nesta Archeron (poem) 

Other Characters:

A Mother’s Love – Rhysand’s Mother

Throne of Glass Fancasts:

Yrene Towers

Kaltain Rompier

Borte

Sam Cortland

Lysandra

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* The Shadows Of Spring * Chapter One

The Shadows Of Spring by L.J. LaFleur

Elain:

Standing across from the High Lord of Spring, I felt my knees tremble with exhaustion. I hadn’t slept for days, not since my vision of the wall. The harder I fought to stay awake, the worse my body felt.  

After a moment of silence, he said, “do what you will…”

Keep reading

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Two Worlds, One Soul - Series Masterlist

Summary: Imagine ending up in Middle Earth and after being taken into Mirkwood, you are drawn to the king for some reason that you don’t know. Thranduil knows why and his answer to your question changes your life forever, possibly for the better…

Happier Here Than There:

AO3 Link

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Link to art done by @ledrawsstuff

Part 10 [EXPLICIT]

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13 [EXPLICIT]

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Fanfic Masterlist

Hey lovely people! For your convenience, I decided to make a masterlist of the things I have written so far. I will continue to update this with each new piece I write. As always, I’m open to requests! 

Throne of Glass: 

Long Live the King – Sam Cortland

Purify  – Aelin Ashryver Galathynius

A Court of Thorns and Roses: 

Nessian:

I Found Her – (poem)

Jack-O-Lantern Prompt  

Cauldron Drown Me 

Cauldron Save Me  

Midnight Meetings: Part I ,Part II , Part III , Part IV , Part V – temporary hiatus

Reforged  A Serious Miscalculation    NSFW   Elucien:

Ghosts – Elucien

Spring Flowers  – Elucien

Not Mine to Keep – Elriel/Elucien (possible continuation) 

Unrequited  – Elucien

Feysand:

A Gift of Stars  – Feysand

Cassian: Face The Storm – Cassian 

We Look Fabulous  – Cassian & Mor 

Downfall – Cassian & Mor

Nesta Archeron: Find Your Fire – Nesta Archeron 

What If? – Nesta Archeron (poem) 

Other Characters:

A Mother’s Love – Rhysand’s Mother

Throne of Glass Fancasts:

Yrene Towers

Kaltain Rompier

Borte

Sam Cortland

Lysandra

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This is my last post this year. 2018 was amazing year because of you guys 😊😁😅 I received so much love from you guys it’s unbelievable. I hope new year will be this amazing too and better if possible 😅😅. I painted our boiii Aedion for @shelflovecrate (there are Dorian And Chaol I yet to post 😁) hope you guys will like it and wish you all the best. ❤️❤️ character is from Throne of glass series by @sjmaas P. S. I’ve never imagined him super buff like Lorcan. So here he is skinny as stick 😅😂😂😂

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Aelin Galathynius.

Been wanting to do a portrait of her, so here she comes. Will play a bit with the light on her face when I get to the coloring

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“She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.” Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, our lovely fire-breathing bitch-queen from the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas.  She was hard af, but I’m super happy with the result c:

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“Beauty. There was still beauty in this world. Stars could still glow, still burn bright, even buried under the earth. ”

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every girl loves Rhysand

Feyre: *kinda in love with Tamlin* *sees Rhys* o m g most handsome and beautiful male ever

Aelin: *mated, wed, in love with Rowan* *almost dying* *sees Rhys for 0.00001s* OH F*** I‘M TOO FA— oh he‘s cute hi

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Sorry but Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius standing in the middle of a battlefield between her people and the two most evil beings in the world and looking those two bastards straight in the eyes while saying “I am a god” and then ‘unleashing herself’ on them is something that can never be topped.

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On their own. Just a mood piece that came to mind when I thought of this common theme among these characters. Some by force, some by choice, others by both. I wanted to let the environments speak for the characters and really had fun with the transitions~ I have a few other KOA sketches I may release later, but this set gives me closure with my KOA hangover. Back to papercrafting!

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The Night Series Pt.46

Not Dead

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader Words: 903

Disclaimer: This series is based on the world created by the amazing Sarah J. Maas. These characters are hers and no hate intended towards any of them. I love them all.

Author’s note: Hello everyone! Sorry for the extremely late part! Next part will be out soon since I’ve already started it. Thank you once again, so much for waiting, I love you all <3 Take care :)

CATCH UP HERE! Read Part 1 here: PART ONE THE NIGHT SERIES MASTERLIST

Not Dead

I was freezing. The more up north we went, the colder it got. It felt like we’d been flying for hours and all there was to see was the vastness of the ocean. My bones hurt from the cold.

How was it even this cold? 

I shivered as I looked at Rhysand. We both knew winnowing wherever this “Golden cavern” was would’ve been easier than flying there, but we couldn’t risk it.  This was our last relic.  We only needed one more. One. We couldn’t take the chance of it being found by someone else or the risk of us being ambushed by either Hybern soldiers or Beron’s assassins, who were still looking for me. So we flew. We flew and flew. For hours. I was starting to become worried. Not for myself, but for Rhysand. Wasn’t he tired? Wasn’t he cold?

It doesn’t matter if he’s tired or cold or anything else, a voice said in my head. He will keep going until he either gets his mate back or dies trying.

I locked that voice far down in my mind, even though I knew it was telling the truth for once.

I will not let him die for this.

“Where exactly are we right now?”, I asked Rhysand, trying to make conversation. “We’re almost there”, he responded.

That’s a lie.

“Aren’t you tired?”, I continued. “I can keep going. Don’t worry”, he said, clearly tired.

I debated whether or not saying anything else since he seemed so focused and motivated on flying… But I just couldn’t let him do it. Not alone. I wondered… Could I give him energy? Was that even possible? I wasn’t doing anything, and he clearly needed to rest, so why not try it at the very least? If it worked the other way around… it should work, right? I closed my eyes.

Focus. Grab the string that connects you to Rhysand… then pull.

I pulled on it the second I felt it on my invisible claws. It was getting easier and easier. Finding the string that connected us. Pulling on it. Feeling how close we were… Rhysand gasped and we rocked left a little.

“(Y/N)? What are you—”

I caressed the string that connected us as I stared at Rhysand, who was looking at me with surprise and confusion. Then I did the exact oposite of what I would normally do… I gave him my energy. I gave him my strength. I gave him my powers. I gave him everything. Then it all became dark.

…

Falling. I was falling. Falling into an infinite void. There was no past or future. Only that moment. All that existed around me was complete darkness.

Why am I here?

A voice responded back.

You’re not here.

I breathed, trying to calm myself down even though I kept falling.  That male voice was my anchor. I was now aware that wherever I was, it wasn’t real. All I had to do was try to remember how to escape out of my vision dreams. I couldn’t think.

Help me. I can’t.

I remembered how I had given Rhysand my energy and everything I was then.

Are we dead? I am not dead.

That voice… it seemed… familiar…

Where are you?

Silence.

Please.

More silence.

Please tell me. Please. Closer than you think.

So familiar…

Who are you?

(Y/N)!

Light exploded around me and a second before I was about to close my eyes because of the intensity of it all, I saw a winged silhouette extending his hand towards me.

Find me.

…

I opened my eyes and stared back at Rhysand. He was so close to me, I could feel his breath on my face. He was holding me on the floor and one of his hands was on my cheeks. All I could see were his eyes. He was worried. Angry. Why was he angry?

“Listen”, Rhysand started. “You have to stop doing that”.

He said that as he helped me sit up.

“Doing what?”, I asked.

Everything felt slow and distorted. I felt dizzy. He just looked at me. His expression softened then.

“Your life is equally as valuable as my own, ok? But if you keep doing reckless actions like this without analyzing the consequences, I might not be able to protect you and you will die”, he said that last part in a whisper. “But… you were tired. Exhausted even. Do you think I cannot see that? I just wanted to help—”, he cut me off. “I appreciate it, but you can’t just expect to give me all of your energy and not burn out, (Y/N)”.

In my defense, it was the first time I did that.  I guess it was kind of reckless…

“I’m sorry”,I told him. “I just… you needed it more than I did”.

He grabbed my cheek once more. I felt my whole body getting hotter. Why did he had that effect on me?

Don’t get distracted.

“Don’t be sorry. It was clever of you, but I don’t think you know how to use well your powers to be experimenting like that with your own life”.

Was that concern on his face?

“Thank you for doing that, but please never do it again”.

I just looked at his eyes and nodded. He nodded in return. Then he lifted me and we were off to the sky once more. Closer to finding the last relic.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Reblog if you’re an active Throne of Glass or A Court of Thorns and Roses account, as of September 2018.

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New Account

Hey all! I’ve moved this account over to @forstarsandspace! I’ll be continuing the “A Broken Court” series as well as some other content on that account. Give it a follow :) it’s appreciated

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Reblog if you’d rather be in the Night Court right now

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A Broken Court- Part One

"No"

She hated that word.

No.

Today, the 'No' was regarding her request to alone to a nearby village to buy a new bow for her violin.

Last week, the 'No' was about how she wanted to go with her friend Jedda to visit her family in a village just east of the manor.

Sixty years ago, 'No' was the answer to her questions to her father about his life before she showed up on his doorstep.

Rosella loved her father. She had no doubts about that. He loved her as well, that much was obvious. Perhaps he loved her too much.

She looked like him. With her long golden hair, and green eyes. She was gifted with his shapeshifting abilities as well, though he refused to teach her how to shift to another form, she had taught herself that.

She was his daughter in all ways. He found her on his doorstep when she was a infant, just a babe swaddled in silks. When she asked her father who her mother was, he simply brushed off the question.

Rosella sat in the garden, composing a new piece for her violin, when her father sat on the ground next to her.

"My Rose?"

She sighed, glancing up at him. "Yes father?"

"I'm sorry." He sighed, looking at the ground, "I didn't mean to lash out."

"I know," she said, with a soft smile, "It's okay."

Her father shook his head, "It's not. You didn't do anything. It was my temper."

"Father," Rosella began, "Really, it's okay. I understand. I shouldn't have asked to go to the village alone.

"I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," He sighed, "I'll go with you."

“Thank you, father," Rosella smiled, touching her father's shoulder.

"I don't deserve you," He said, shaking his head.

"You're a good man," she assured him, resting her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her. "I'm cauldron blessed that you're my father."

He kissed her forehead, and hugged her. Rose smiled, moments like these with her father were rare. Weather he was gone elsewhere in the spring court, shut away in his study, or tending to business she hadn’t bothered to ask him about, they rarely got time alone.

Another question popped into Rose’s head as she studied the garden. “Father?”

“Yes?”

“The paintings? In the back of the library.”

“Rose...” her father grimaced.

“Tell me about her,” she pushed, “the women who painted them.”

Her father sighed, “it’s not important

Rose pushed herself out of his arms and frowned. “Father, I deserve to know. I’m almost seventy years old. You can’t hide me from your past.”

Her father started at a nearby rose bush. A memory stirred in him. He was standing in the garden with her. He swallowed deeply as he remembered how she comforted him after he told her about his family.

“Father?” He was snapped out of his thoughts by his daughters sweet voice. She was right. She deserved to know about him.

“She loved to paint.” He looked at the ground, “She didn’t want me to see any of those paintings. Cauldron knows what she’d do if she knew I still had them.”

“You loved her?”

“Yes.”

“What happened to her?”

“I did everything wrong. I lost her.”

Rose hugged her father once more, “I’m sorry father.”

“I deserved it.” He said, shaking his head. “Not a day goes by that I don’t regret everything I did.”

The High Lord of spring sighed and shook his head. “This isn’t a conversation you should be having with your father. I’m sorry Rose.”

“Don’t apologize,” she smiled softly, “I asked.”

“I don’t deserve you, Rose.”

They sat quietly for a moment, when Rose spoke, “I don’t know what kind of a man you were back then. I don’t care what you did. Because I know you now, and-“

“My Lord?” A sentry cut Rose off, storming into the garden.

“What is it?” The High Lord said through gritted teeth.

“There’s a situation,” the sentry stated, glancing at Rose, “You’re needed at the East boarder immediately.”

The sentry rushed out, leaving the High Lord and his daughter alone once more.

“I’m sorry Rose.” He furrowed his brows, “I’ll assign a sentry to protect you while I’m gone.”

Rose smiled softly, “Stay safe, Father.”

With a kiss on the forehead, he was gone. It wasn’t unusual, him leaving abruptly. He was usually gone for days at a time when called away. Sometimes weeks. He always assigned a sentry to her, never telling her why she needed to be so heavily protected.

Rosella should be used to the constant protection, having known it her whole life. However, she always wished for her father to allow her the freedom to take care of herself.

She sighed, knowing the day when he allowed her to be truly alone, was far away.

Rosella fell asleep in the garden that night. The night sky wisking her and her dreams to a faraway land, where she could dance among the cosmos and sing with the stars.