#stareternals

[deathsconsort]

good morning I have brainrot of feyre riding through the outer city on morpheus, her laughter filtering up through the air to nesta, who is flying above 🖤

i'm sobbing, these two have my heart i love them so much 🥺 nesta flying on calista, her hair unbound so she can feel the wind through her hair, arms spread wide while she rides the current. feyre’s laugh tugs on her heart and the sound of it is contagious and makes her laugh as well. with a command to calista, they soar down and land right beside feyre and morpheus, joining them on their run. both sisters glancing at each other and giggling like the little girls they were never able to be in their childhood. the two of them race to their favorite field, away from the city and the noise. the field has become their place, where they bond and talk while their mounts are running about playing with each other or resting. eventually it will be the spot where nesta tells feyre she’s pregnant before telling anyone else.

[silverflamcs]

swoops in to give you forehead kissies and a prompt ✨ “ i can’t do this without you. “

my favorite high lady 🥰

“we both know that isn’t true. you’ve already done so much without me.” a bit softly, almost guilty, she added, “for so long you were able to do many things without me.” steeling herself, nesta turned away and looked out the window. it was easier to have this conversation without looking at her sister. even though it was somewhat cowardly to do so. “you once asked me why i push everyone but elain away. it was because elain needed me and you never did. if i’m being honest, there was jealousy toward you as well.” her eyes close briefly as she recollects their childhood. “mother bred elain and i for high society. although she had different endgames for the two of us and taught us different tactics to use when navigating that world, the training was brutal. mother had the two of us to use for her ambitions so you were the lucky one who wasn’t in her grasp.” nesta didn’t want to go into detail, she especially didn’t want to mention their grandmother who made their mother look like a saint in comparison. “i’m sure growing up you had a different view on her ignoring you, but feyre i assure you, you were lucky.” at last nesta faced her sister. “you were free. that’s what i always wished to be. i couldn’t even play outside when i was child because that wasn’t very lady-like,” she scoffed. “growing up there were countless times you looked at me as if i was beneath you for wanting to marry a prince or a king. as if you were better because you weren’t in the position elain and i were in. is it truly surprising that elain and i were so close?" "you and i were pitted against each other from the start, we were horrible to each other even before mother passed. you never once looked to me as your big sister that you needed guidance from.” a heavy sigh escapes her and she takes feyre’s hand into her’s. “my point is, you didn’t need me back then, what’s so different now?”

[firehcart]

runs in and kissies and runs back out :3

drags back in for more kissies and snuggles bc a bitch is MISSED.

[littlequeens]

starter for @stareternals​ from nesta

the silence is deafening. the world around them seems to have come to a halt. her back is razor straight, chin held up. nesta isn’t sure if she is breathing, the air around them suffocating her. lips part, but the words are trapped in her throat. her entire body seems frozen in the act, refusing to submit, as if letting these final walls down will shatter her into a million pieces that can never be put back together. she has to try. for feyre, her baby sister that risked everything for her and their family, she could try.

twin grey eyes close, chest rising with a deep inhale. nesta goes through her Mind Stilling, counting the seconds between breaths until her head goes quiet. content to let her speak what her heart has been roaring for her to say for months, years.  

the words barely more than a whisper as she meets her sisters gaze, ❛ I’m sorry. for all I said and did. I was–––– ❜        drowning. dying. she pauses. she cannot confess it all yet. when she is ready, she will tell feyre everything. but for now, she is ready to take this first step. ❛ lost. I am still working on finding my way back but I wanted to apologize for all I have done. all the pain I caused. ❜

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

@stareternals ( cassian & feyre )

Feyre had been what they'd always needed in this place, life. Somehow in five hundred years together the brothers had grown - comfortable and perhaps a little stagnant. Mor and Amren never quite knocking through their thick skulls, but Feyre had changed all that. And she had made Rhys happy. And for that if nothing else, Cassian would forever be grateful - and adore her. Hes in her studio, hes knocked two canvasses over - upset a jar of solvent to clean the brushes... and since been instructed to sit still and hand her things when she asks. Hes happy to really, its a nice change from war - this quiet act of peace.

"That painting you gave me -- how do you do it? How do you know -- what the person you're giving it to needs to see?"

[dovesdeath]

ˏˋ⠀𑁍   @stareternals​  —-  to those we love meme;   “  i wish i could just protect you from everything. ”

MOCHA HUES WIDEN MOMENTARILY , the corners of her lips tugging down into a frown. “ feyre ... ” she begins , fingers twitching — hesitant to reach out to her sister. after a long moment , she finally does just that , placing her palm over the top of her hand. “ you don’t need to protect me anymore. you’ve done it for way too long already. it .. it shouldn’t have to be your job. ”

[naivetm]

˗ ˋ  ʚĭɞ   [ 𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 ] ( @stareternals​​​ )

head leaning against the palm of her hand, admittedly feyre had been falling asleep. nodding off without trying due to how really sleepless her nights had been. feyre glances up at the other, eyes widening about as she realizes where she was. “ i’ll be fine, “ she sits up, hand rubbing across her face to clear the sleep from it.

   allie shook her head and moved aside the book feyre had been studying. “no, you’re tired. you need to rest.” she glanced at the clock quickly before turning back to her. it was fairly early to go to sleep, but it was early enough for a nap. “it’s nap time for you, c’mon, this can wait.” it was just studying, afterall. she could do it later, when she was much more well-rested.

[goldenreign]

[     𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸'𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 !     ]

𝟶𝟶𝟷:     ( ALIAS / NAME )     :    bailey 𝟶𝟶𝟸:     ( BIRTHDAY )    :    march 4 𝟶𝟶𝟹:     ( ZODIAC SIGN )     :     pisces   𝟶𝟶𝟺:     ( HEIGHT )     :     5′3″ 𝟶𝟶𝟻:     ( HOBBIES )     :      writing, reading, &  netflix  𝟶𝟶𝟼:     ( FAVOURITE COLOUR )     :     light blue, but also teal 𝟶𝟶𝟽:     ( FAVOURITE BOOKS )     :      too many to list? harry potter, the hunger games, the falling kingdoms ( obviously lmao ), percy jackson/heroes of olympus, a court of thorns and roses ( but specifically acomaf ), the mortal instruments/the infernal devices/the dark artifices, house of earth and blood/crescent city, the bridge kingdom on audible, the 100 series, && serpent and dove ( which is my current read so no spoilers pls )  𝟶𝟶𝟾:     ( LAST SONG I LISTENED TO )     :      try everything by shakira ( i nanny on thursdays okay, don’t come for me )  𝟶𝟶𝟿:     ( LAST FILM/SHOW WATCHED )     :     oof. uh. i think maybe the 100?  𝟶𝟷𝟶:     ( INSPO FOR MUSE )     :     sunny days by the ocean, gold, cobblestone streets, crowns, songs of lament, birds & cages, poetry about queens, teal blue, marble staircases, loss of innocence, dawn 𝟶𝟷𝟷:     ( STORY BEHIND URL )     :       cleo has a quote in one of the earlier books, where she says: “ she would be STRONG. she would reclaim her RIGHTFUL THRONE. she would be QUEEN. ” and bc i am first and foremost a cleiona bellos stan on this blog, i knew i wanted to use this. the beauty of her arc in the series is that she essentially does reclaim her throne, but in a way she never would have envisioned in those first two books. in the end, she IS rightfully enthroned, but not in the manner she expected. 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈:     @sirencalled 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶:     @wratheart, @ravcnhaircd, @feyrae, @stareternals, @shesdaylight, @luminee, && anyone else who would like to do this!

[silverflamcs]

@stareternals continued from x

     a faint smile graced her lips, cassian had said something similar. “i don’t want to conquer the world. you’re my sister, i would give up anything to if it meant saving your life.” for the reason nesta was alive right now was because of feyre, if her youngest sister hadn’t gone out into the forest to hunt they all would’ve starved. even though back then that is what nesta wanted, had wanted them all to starve and be on the brink of death just so their father would maybe attempt to do something. if it weren’t for feyre they would not be standing here right now, nesta wouldn’t have found her mate, and now she can’t imagine a world without him. she was thankful now for all feyre has done. 

     you would’ve gotten everything you deserved, nesta. though nesta wasn’t sure what she deserved, she was still working through that. telling herself that she does deserve to be happy, deserves to be loved and cared for. it would take a while, she supposed, to truly feel that way. “besides, i didn’t give up everything.” she was not entirely sure how to explain that part. “i still have – there’s something still left. something stopped it.” and by something she mean the mother, what was inside of her was the mother’s power now, she knew it. “i don’t know what it is, but i’m not completely powerless.” 

     there was a kernel of light inside her chest that had not yet gone out, could feel it glowing for days now. lifting a hand to her chest, she tilted her head down as if she could very well see that light. she did not understand that part either. it appeared there was still a lot of things about herself that she still did not understand. her head snapped up to look at feyre. “how could you say that? i owed you my life for everything you’ve done for elain and i. i was blind to it before, didn’t see that you truly love me. i never thought you did and believed you had every reason to not love me.” 

     if feyre wasn’t holding nys she would have taken her hands and squeezed them. instead she put a gentle hand to her cheek, just as her mother used to do with her, just as she does with elain. an affectionate smile bloomed on her face, “and it’s because we’re family that i didn’t do it because i felt as if i owed you, i want you to understand that. even when we argue and are awful to each other, we’ll always be a family. i’m sorry i made you feel as if you needed a new one because of how awful i was.” 

     her gaze looked down to the bundle in feyre’s arms, “i want to know him too. and for him to know that aunt nesta will decapitate anyone who tries to cause any harm to him.” there was a strong protectiveness now, stronger than what she felt for elain. her first thought went to tamlin, who was now a beast who roamed the spring court. if he were to even try to get near her nephew – the spring court would very well need a new high lord. 

[multimentium]

What’s Your Goth Vibe?

Witchy.

Growing plants and herbs, candles of many colors, tarot cards, crystals for all occasions, black cats, endless cups of tea, knowing your full zodiac chart, dirt under your fingernails. You might actually be pagan or you might be into cottagecore.

Tagged by: @seaprofound​ ( ty boo ! )

Tagging: @stareternals​ / @thecharmingknightemma​ / @inmydrcams​ / @mxthborn​ / @arzhur​ / @nvenes​ / @worldsfastestpredator​

[warcrmnl]

are you a soldier, poet, or king

Your Result:

The Poet

"There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue" Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth : you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel - without fear.

stolen from: @betaofthedead

tagging: @presidentiial, @stareternals, @pyrrhicmessiah, @tinyballofcanadianrage & you!

[dovesdeath]

⚘  𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,  accepting.  ⦙   𝑄. ⍮     “  there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe.  ”   ..   @stareternals​.

the book in hand is what’s holding the seer’s attention,   so much so that she barely hears it when her sister speaks.   elain lifts her head in the direction of her voice,   dumbfounded for only a second or two,   until she closes the book in order to give the younger her undivided attention.   “  feyre  .  .  .   i know you mean well,   but i don’t need you to protect me anymore.  ”   the words sound a bit more harsh than she had intended them to,   so much so that she physically winces after she’s spoken them.

elain rises from her seat and pads across the room to stand before her sister   --   her hand lowers to grab ahold of hers,   clasping her fingers around the smooth skin.   “  you have had to protect and take care of me for so long,   and i just  .  .     you should not have had to in the first place.   but especially now ;   you are mated,   and a mother,   and  --   i should be the least of your concerns.   i know old habits are hard to break,   but just   .  .  .   please don’t waste your time worrying about me.  ”

[evermxre-a]

stareternals

“ when did you expect me to get a HOBBY? “ she wasn’t even going to mention the fact that she had a hobby. art was her hobby. hunting didn’t count as a hobby. it was for survival. because some people had to fight and sacrifice their survival unlike certain princes. “ any one i did have, i couldn’t put much time into anyway. how could I? “ she wasn’t kind; she wasn’t seeking praise for what she’d had to do for their own survival.

survival. it’s a foreign concept to him, what with everything having always been handed over on a silver platter. working for things? mother above, what a nightmarish concept. there’s an APOLOGETIC shrug, adam tilting his head to the side in an inquisitive manner. it had genuinely just been an inquiry. an innocent one, albeit not properly thought out. for a moment, there is silence, though it’s soon followed by adam adding,  “ but wouldn’t you have time for one NOW? surely you’re bored. ”

(( @stareternals​ )) 

[wandyrlust-a]

​URL SONG CHALLENGE.

make a playlist using every letter of your url !  remember to repost NOT reblog  (  multi-muse addition for added fun — specify which muse(s) each song makes you think of. )

W: IDE OPEN SPACES by The Chicks (Gwyn)

A: LL MY FRIENDS by Dermot Kennedy (Stefan bb)

N: EARLY WITCHES (EVER SINCE WE MET) by Panic! at the Disco (Casteel @ Shea lol)

D: EVIL’S BACKBONE by The Civil Wars (POPPY OMFG)

Y: OUNG AND FREE by Dermot Kennedy (Cassian)

R: OME by Dermot Kennedy (LUCIEN and Jess)

L: OST by Dermot Kennedy (Nessian and Poppycas)

U: NSTEADY by X Ambassadors (Nesta and lowkey also Gwyn)

S: OMEONE YOU LOVED by Lewis Capaldi (Matthew and also Hunt </3)

T: HEREFORE I AM by Billie Eilish (Evangeline Samos Babey)

Tagged by: @gloriousxdarkness bae <3 Tagging: @aercana, @starlitwyrds, @littlequeens/@firebringr (whichever url you want!), @malaflamed/@stareternals (whichever url you want!), @sorrowmarked, @silverflamcs

[multimentium]

Hozier Song Quiz

Repost, not reblog.

Taken here.

Tagged by: @imxthexhandler​

Tagging: @stareternals​ / @reliquusrex​ / @lcvelj​ / @t-chambler​ / @kingxfmischief​ / @jxime-lxnnister​ / @humilemvatis​

Wasteland Baby

There is an essence of foreverness to your love, even if the relationship isn’t permanent. You were written in the stars to love each other. There is an underlying eternalness of your love that will cycle on for eternity. Even outlast the end of the world. And you welcome this with open arms. You are happy to love freely, and any love you give will always remain. Your ideal lover is one who will be with you til the end. A lover who will weather the storm (or the apocalypse) with you-- with gentleness, compassion, and strength. A lover who will sit with you to watch every small apocalypse until the very end of time itself, and hold your hand tight the whole way through.

[pyrrhicmessiah]

WHAT  DO  YOU  WISH  YOU  COULD  SAY ?

"everyone else is more important than me."

you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.

tagged by:  @redemptioninterlude​ / @skysplita​ / @blakeforged​

tagging: @wildlynaiive, @lionveincd, @liightningchosen, @headstrongblake, @mercyburned​, @stareternals​ && anyone else who wants to try it!