STARLIGHT SWEETHEART

❛   SHE WHO LIVES WITHIN STARLIGHT & IMAGINATION   ❜

[duskcrown]

#DUSKCROWN —  𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴  &  𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴  𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶. featuring a character from my d&d campaign known as  ‘ARCANE ACADEMY’.   loved by flora   [ 24,  she / her,  gmt ]   low level activity  &  plot-orientated.   dark themes may be present.

FEATURING —    zee [ dm ]  /  lacey [ kai ]  /  haley [ vyllora ]  /  nick [ ryker ]

[ 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ]  &  [ 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 ]  &  [ 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 ]

PERSONALS  &  NON-RP BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.  YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

[anctherdayofsun]

taylor swift - enchanted✨💜

[wrymbloods]

[metamorphesque]

— musings about the moon (dedicated to our moon)

Anna Sexton, Linda Pastan, Pablo Neruda, Nina Mouawad, Franz Kafka, Anaïs Nin, Warsan Shire, Enomoto Seifu-jo, Sara Eliza Johnson, Margaret Atwood

˗ˏˋin case you’d like to buy me a☕ˎˊ˗      

[nerdishpursuits-deactivated2024]

I remember when the first of these were carved. The likeness of one fallen, preserved upon a living thing. I suppose some part of me always believed my rest would be here. But then, instead, I am to leave them.

[branfraser]

Marilyn Monroe in RIVER OF NO RETURN (1954) dir. Otto Preminger

[wildhearts-cant-be-broken-deact]

Janet Leigh in SCARAMOUCHE (1952)

[duskcrown]

☆   livingprophecy​:

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍  𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  of  the  novel  astraea  had  brought  back  to  palmeria  for  him  to  read  made  it  look  hundreds  of  years  old,  and  after  having  walked  around  in  the  library  of  enke  dalen  himself,  he  doesn’t  doubt  that  it’s  even  older  than  that.  it’s  a  good  thing  his  mother  taught  him  elvish  when  he  was  a  kid,  otherwise  reading  this  would  have  been  impossible  —  though  it  seems  that  the  princess  is  determined  to  make  it  impossible  regardless,  considering  the  second  he  cracked  open  the  volume,  laying  back  against  the  pillows  on  her  bed,  she  had  settled  on  his  lap,  mischievous  smile  on  her  face.      (THIS  GIRL  WAS  GOING  TO  BE  THE  DEATH  OF  HIM,  and  he  can’t  find  it  in  him  to  care).      but  as  cade  goes  to  set  it  down,  to  pay  her  all  the  attention  she  deserved,  she  speaks,  and  he  can’t  help  but  suck  in  a  breath,  especially  as  she  begins  to  pull  his  pants  down,  her  intentions  now  far  more  clear.      “astra…”      but  there’s  no  way  he  was  going  to  tell  her  to  stop,  especially  when  they  spent  as  much  time  teasing  each  other  as  they  did.  and  he  can  only  bite  back  a  moan  as  she  begins  to  ride  him,  an  excruciatingly  slow  pace  that  threatened  to  make  him  lose  his  mind.      “i  don’t  think  you  ever  wanted  me  to  read  this  book,  gorgeous.”      he  says  softly,  one  hand  leaving  the  book’s  spine  to  rest  on  her  hip,  less  guiding  her  movements  and  more  needing  the  stability  for  himself.  the  fighter  doesn’t  swallow  the  moan  this  time,  though  he  desperately  attempts  to  keep  focus  on  the  words  in  front  of  him.      “astra,  please,  let  me  —  ”      gods,  he  wants  to  flip  them  over  and  make  everything  feel  good  for  her,  but  he  can’t  even  get  the  words  out  now.

      oh,  how coy the smile that lines the lips of a princess.   she very much so had desired to hear him read aloud to her,  entirely enamoured by the way cade lights up when they share a story as if it were a whispered secret.   especially a story that she knew all too well,  highly treasured amongst the moon elves,  but new in the eyes of her lover.   his storytelling would likely reflect his own eagerness to devour this new tale,  familiar yet exciting nonetheless like the stars shining upon a midnight lake.   but his tender teasing as they passed one another in the arcane hallways,  along with the distance put between them as he had to return to guard duties  &  she returned to her classes of botany and physical training,  had been playing upon her mind constantly like her favourite orchestral melody from the moonlit feyfeast.   (  every word he whispered to her never failed to bring forth a quiet yet playful squeal  &  a blush so bright it could make the roses jealous.   the heart upon her sleeve had all but left her to settle against his own.  )   each moment they managed to steal away together felt too short,  hiding away in the shadowed corners of the schoolgrounds to entangle themselves in one another like ivy,  but still barely enough to quell the yearning she kept feeling flame within her.   the flame astraea knew well enough that cade had lit from the moment they met,  with those mysteriously dark eyes  &  a smile so sharp it may cause sparks like flint.   she knew from the moment he had called upon her room tonight after another long day at the academy,  had kissed her enough to speak unspoken words that needn’t be said between them,  that she needed to rekindle that fire and allow it to consume her  —  he would never let it burn her though.

      delicate hands rest against the exposed skin of his hips and trace against the lean muscles  &  scars there,  hips rocking themselves against his lap in an agonisingly slow pace as she captures her own lower lip between her teeth,  if only to teach herself restraint ;   the very picture of a girl filled with coquettish desire,  ivory hair tumbling in curls like the gossamer lace of her negligee,  the silver silk of it bunched around her own figure and slipping from every curve.   voicing his theory only causes her to hum in thought as her head lolls back,  but a giggle shared quietly as if she had been caught red-handed.      ❛  perhaps …   but you know i love it when you read to me.  ❜      slowly,  she rocks again  &  sinks further down into his lap with a hushed cry of her own,  that flame within suddenly flickering with satisfaction  —  though the princess stills as the swordsman asks for more,  opalite eyes returning to meet his,  half-lust filled  &  half a determined stare.      ❛  read to me,  cade.   if you stop,  then i will too,  and i know desire to be quite the distraction when with sword in hand.  ❜      their training had rarely ended without the two of them pressed against one another,  sharing laughter between kisses  &  declaring one the winner of their session.   astraea would not lie to herself  &  deny that seeing him in armour and with sword in hand was not one of her favourite visions of cade  —  though he was undeniably a dream laid upon her bed like this.   dipping herself closer to the fighter,  her lips brush gently against the column of his throat  &  along his jawline  —  yet only barely,  kisses as light as a dove’s feather in the spring breeze.   softly,  her hips lift again,  teasing him with the slightest of movements as if she could coax the story from betwixt his lips with every time she lowered herself over  &  over on his shaft.   she would certainly try.      ❛  finish the tale,  and you may do as you please,  my love.  ❜

[laurapetrie]

Mystery princess? My, what a charming notion. LILY JAMES in CINDERELLA (2015)

[runawaysbish]

karolina dean moments: 1/∞

[etherea1ity]

Monet's garden ( via )

[aenslem]

STARLIGHT in THE BOYS || 1.02 ‘cherry’

[scullys]

Dearest Gilly, Sometimes I feel there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind.

PRACTICAL MAGIC 1998 | Dir. Griffin Dunne

[yellowplumfruit]

blue

[duskcrown]

STATISTICAL CHARACTER LIKENESS QUIZ !

[brokenheartedcubscout]

iron hans by anne sexton / carmilla by joseph sheridan le fanu / me, her and the moon by jean farlow / xerxes’s tears by machado de assis / moonlight by ariana grande / the romance of duval rānī and khizr khān by amir khusrau / chang e by li shang-yin

[duskcrown]

—   @livingprophecy​   …   cade farroris  :  ❛ l-look at me… hey, look at me… this wasn’t your fault. ❜

      then why did these tears spill, crystalline drops that leave her cheeks damp  &  chest aching hollowly with every breath.   suspecting this to be an unsafe venture simply by sir stella’s letter alone  &  now nerves proven truthful.   the tone written had been hostile, though astraea had assigned that fact to her parens tendencies to never pause in their works  —  and worse, she realises now, cade had voiced such concerns to her before they departed from the academy.   the safe haven both of them had found, now kept from returning to.   the princess had fallen to the whims of authority;   how was she supposed to disobey her parents, when they only wanted an simple answer from her?   one she knew they deserved to understand, hear from her own lips.   or so she had thought.

      lilac hands yearned to hold his, to ground herself in a way that only the swordsman had managed to capture.   (  a woman with her head within the clouds  &  stars required help into returning to the right plane sometimes.  )   but the chains rattling at her wrists as she tried to move serve as a cruel reminder of their new fate;   forced apart  &  locked within her kingdom’s previously-unused dungeons, awaiting whatever decision her cousin was dragging out.      ❛ then why do i feel as though i have doomed us all simply for being here? ❜      princesses are taught to hold their resolve within a situation as such…   but how can a girl dream in a time like this?   how could she not panic now, to fight the black hole of fear threatening to swallow her so easily.   one quick glance across the prison hurt just as much for astraea, witness to her parents battling with the realisation that family had betrayed them for the power of the crown.   not to mention the fear that kept her frequently looking towards the door, terrified to see their friends had been found  &  restrained just the same.   weakly testing the bindings once again, the clink of metal echoing through the room like a death bell’s toll, she instead shifts herself across the dirtied floors  &  as close as she could get to his cell.   (  without you, i feel i cannot breathe.   a moon cannot exist without its sun by side.  )   dress torn in the skirmish, skin bruises as she pulls…   but she pays that no mind, opalite eyes fixed upon his face, tears pooling despite the brave mask she wears.   as if attending a masquerade  &  not locked back in another cage.   but still, cade is where her concern lie for a moment;   desperate if only to feel his hand within hers once again, to wipe away the blood that dared to stain his face.      ❛ we should not have come…   but if i did not return, i cannot bear to think what they may have done instead.   this is my problem, and i have endangered you all… ❜