[feyr4]

 [        .         .         .         ]                        a    private,    𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙,  modern.   fₑyᵣₑ ₐᵣcₕₑᵣₒₙ.

𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔   𝓉𝒽𝑒    𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈    𝑜𝒻:     always wanting for more, hands stained with blood and heart with tears,  the endless need to find salvation,  til death do us part and forever more,  gasps as soft as feathers,  a sun kissed body laid atop a bed of silk, shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough,  all you have is lies,  falling just before the finish line.

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ONE.    

let’s start off with, i’m javiera! i’m 21+, i live in the hottest state ever. it’s central time zone. i’m mostly on monday-friday. i lurk online a lot, so i’m pretty much here all the dang time. i get along with pretty much anyone, i’m super kind. always here for anything.

   TWO.    

my muse is highly private, i will only interact with those whom i follow. if you try and interact with my and i do not follow you, you will be blocked. when it comes to following people, i will give them 72 hours to follow me back then i will be soft blocking them if they choose not to follow me back. i want to keep my dash clean and only follow those that wish to interact with me.

   THREE.    

if i send in memes/chats to plot/etc and you don’t respond to anything for days but see you active/doing other things frequently. (i understand breaks, etc.) i will stop sending them in/reaching out and it’ll result in a soft block.

   FOUR.    

i do this almost every four weeks, something to consider when following me. if we have never interacted in the last 15 weeks, i will be soft blocking. if i send a meme, like a starter call of yours, and i don’t hear back from you, i will be unfollowing you. if you wish to still write with my muse, please like this post so i don’t soft block + unfollow.

   FIVE.    

when is comes to shipping, i'm a total ship whore. i am open to pretty much anything. don't be afraid to come up to me and say you ship our muses together! i probably do as well.

SIX.

i am anti silver flames for my version of feyre. i am only anti SF for the sole reason of feyre getting pregnant. i do not agree with sjm on this part. i do believe they should have a child, but not in that moment. not when feyre just started to feel like she was in control of her own body, her own strength, and just being free. i do not agree with rhysand lying to her about it all. i will not write SF plots. if you don't agree with me, that's fine. you can unfollow and choose not to write with me. ( i will totally write pregnacy plots/babies etc, but it has to be plotted out. )

[feyr4]

[        .         .         .         ]                        a    private,    𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙,    fₑyᵣₑ ₐᵣcₕₑᵣₒₙ.

𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔   𝓉𝒽𝑒    𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈    𝑜𝒻:     always wanting for more, hands stained with blood and heart with tears,  the endless need to find salvation,  til death do us part and forever more,  gasps as soft as feathers,  a sun kissed body laid atop a bed of silk, shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough,  all you have is lies,  falling just before the finish line.

[feyr4]

going to be reviving feyre :)

[vedalardan-deactivated20250106]

[loath3d]

❝ i swear — whatever cassian said, it's a lie. ❞

starter for / @feyr4

[feyr4]

a lie? her heart hammers hard against her frail chest, her hand clutched to it as the emotions still rage forward from cassian's words. blue orbs blink at him, tongue darting along her lower lip before she speaks again. "why would he feel the need to lie to me? he has never lied to be before."

[rebeccasundstrom]

via @tobimakeup

[rainystarters]

⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗 a collection of scene prompts inspired by n͟e͟o͟-n͟o͟i͟r͟, v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟, c͟o͟n͟t͟r͟o͟l͟, e͟t͟c͟. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the receiving muse to be "the sender" instead. adjust details as necessary.

dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. anonymous. disguising your voice, you call the sender to threaten/warn them. loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. ashtray. your cigarette smokes as you extinguish it on the sender's skin. deck. you lick the sender's blood from your knuckles, still stinging from the punch. backstab. end of the road, pal—you reveal you're double-crossing the sender. blunt. hidden in the shadows, you press your gun to the sender's back.

heel. you stare at the sender from across the room and beckon them to you. fix. not looking like that—disapproving, you fix the sender's appearance. tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. staccato. irritated, the sender drums their fingers against you beneath the table. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. fasten. just something i picked up—you clasp a necklace/tie/etc. on the sender. quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

vomit. you can't handle this; you vomit as the sender groans about leaving evidence. wink. don't worry—you wink as you assure the sender you have no morals to offend. up front. the sender's job is a doozy; you demand half the payment now or you walk. hush. talk is cheap but you sure aren't. you accept the hush money from the sender. crossfire. you realize the sender asking you to put out a hit is your next target. gulp. hard to argue with a bullet; you agree to the sender's demands. jugular. you hold your breath as the sender uses you to demonstrate how the murder weapon was used to strangle the victim.

patron. you know the sender is hired to keep you spending but you linger anyway. last call. the sender has one final cigarette in their pack; you take it without asking. loose lips. the sender pours you another glass as you finally confess. bills. it's on me—you pay for the sender's meal. cozy. there aren't enough seats open; you pull the sender onto your lap with a grin. coffee. you look like hell—you press a cup of coffee to the sender's hands. waiting. you duck into the bus stop to escape the rain, intruding on the sender.

gutter. the trail of blood ends and you find the sender broken on the ground. speak up. you press the knife in deeper as the sender swears they didn't betray you. plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. empty. you laugh at the sender as you throw your gun aside, finally out of bullets. rat. the sender falls to their knees and agrees to tell you everything they know. smother. you clasp a hand over the sender's mouth to keep from being heard. cut our losses. the sender won't make it; you leave them to die.

voyeur. you know the sender's watching; you open the blinds so they can watch. slip of the tongue. the sender whispers another's name against your skin. sign here. the sender traces a finger over [your choice], asking you to leave a mark. desk. your most enticing assignment yet: the sender bent over your desk. handcuffs. the sender dangles the key, teasing, but you hope they take their time. window. you press the sender against the glass, watching the city watching them. harsh light. what's worse? the hangover or that you can't recall the sender's name.

[rebeccasundstrom]

via @owengould

[feyr4]

[        .         .         .         ]                        a    private,    𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙,    fₑyᵣₑ ₐᵣcₕₑᵣₒₙ.

𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔   𝓉𝒽𝑒    𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈    𝑜𝒻:     always wanting for more, hands stained with blood and heart with tears,  the endless need to find salvation,  til death do us part and forever more,  gasps as soft as feathers,  a sun kissed body laid atop a bed of silk, shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough,  all you have is lies,  falling just before the finish line.

[feyr4]

[        .         .         .         ]                        a    private,    𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙,    fₑyᵣₑ ₐᵣcₕₑᵣₒₙ.

𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔   𝓉𝒽𝑒    𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈    𝑜𝒻:     always wanting for more, hands stained with blood and heart with tears,  the endless need to find salvation,  til death do us part and forever more,  gasps as soft as feathers,  a sun kissed body laid atop a bed of silk, shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough,  all you have is lies,  falling just before the finish line.

[calligraphism]

❤️ Valentine’s Card Quotes (2) ❤️

{ 55 }  Pick-up lines / Valentine’s Day card quotes of all varieties!  Cheesy, cute, arrogant, and casual!  Change dialogue to fit your muse’s speech patterns or mannerisms, and have a blessed day! { PART 2 }

❝ Is it hot in here or is it just you? ❞ ❝ Where do you hide your wings? ❞ ❝ You are the reason men fall in love. ❞ ❝ If beauty were time, you’d be eternity. ❞ ❝ You don’t need keys to drive me crazy. ❞ ❝ Can I hit you in the face… with my lips? ❞ ❝ Stop, drop, and roll, baby.  You are on fire. ❞ ❝ You’re so hot, I could bake cookies on you. ❞ ❝ If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable. ❞ ❝ I don’t know you, but I think I love you already. ❞ ❝ Your hand looks heavy.  Let me hold it for you. ❞ ❝ You know the more I drink, the prettier you get! ❞ ❝ You look beautiful today, just like every other day. ❞ ❝ I hope your day has been as beautiful as you are. ❞ ❝ If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a blizzard. ❞ ❝ Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living? ❞ ❝ You must be a ninja, you snuck right into my heart. ❞ ❝ You’re single.  I’m single. Coincidence?  I think not. ❞ ❝ My lips are like skittles.  Wanna taste the rainbow? ❞ ❝ Guess what I’m wearing?  The smile you gave me! ❞ ❝ Hey, is it just me, or are we destined to be married? ❞ ❝ Well, here I am.  What were your other two wishes? ❞ ❝ On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9.  I’m the 1 you need. ❞ ❝ Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world? ❞ ❝ Hey baby, you’ve got something on your butt  - my eyes! ❞ ❝ I’m lost.  Can you tell me which road leads to your heart? ❞ ❝ There isn’t a word in the dictionary for how good you look. ❞ ❝ I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away! ❞ ❝ Are you my phone charger?  Because without you, I’d die. ❞ ❝ You are so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine. ❞ ❝ Your eyes are blue, like the ocean; and baby, I’m lost at sea. ❞ ❝ Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside? ❞ ❝ I just had to come talk with you.  Sweetness is my weakness. ❞ ❝ Girl, if I were a fly, I’d be all over you, because you’re the shit! ❞ ❝ Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it. ❞ ❝ I have an “owie” on my lip.  Will you kiss it and make it better? ❞ ❝ You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent. ❞ ❝ What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room? ❞ ❝ They say dating is a numbers game… so can I get your number? ❞ ❝ Hello.  Are you taking any applications for a boyfriend / girlfriend? ❞ ❝ I tried my best to not feel anything for you.  Guess what?  I failed. ❞ ❝ I think I can die happy now, cause I’ve just seen a piece of heaven. ❞ ❝ Forget about Spiderman, Superman, and Batman.  I’ll be your man. ❞ ❝ Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m around you. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.  I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like that. ❞ ❝ Baby, you make palms sweaty, my knees weak, and my arms spaghetti. ❞ ❝ Are you the moon?  Because even when it’s dark, you still seem to shine. ❞ ❝ Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more. ❞ ❝ Baby, you’re so fine I could put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit. ❞ ❝ A fall from the sky, a fall from a tree, but the best way to fall… is in love with me. ❞ ❝ You know how they say skin is the largest organ on the human body?  Not in my case. ❞ ❝ When I look into your eyes, it is like a gateway into the world of which I want to be a part. ❞ ❝ If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I’d be walking through my garden forever. ❞ ❝ You must be a high test score, because I want to take you home and show you to my mother. ❞ ❝ If I could reach out and hold a star for every time you’ve made me smile, I’d hold the sky in the palm of my hand. ❞

[feyr4]

it makes me so sad how little people write with females.

[feyr4]

[        .         .         .         ]                        a    private,    𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙,    fₑyᵣₑ ₐᵣcₕₑᵣₒₙ.

𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔   𝓉𝒽𝑒    𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈    𝑜𝒻:     always wanting for more, hands stained with blood and heart with tears,  the endless need to find salvation,  til death do us part and forever more,  gasps as soft as feathers,  a sun kissed body laid atop a bed of silk, shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough,  all you have is lies,  falling just before the finish line.

[feyr4]

give this post a click on the heart icon to receive a valentines day starter from feyre. <3 let her take you out.

[sydneymack]

Feyre Archeron - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @ignartcio

[feyr4]

would anyone like to plot??

[candyredmusings]

Interact with your mutuals. 

Send in memes, like and comment on their posts, send them messages. Do NOT always sit there and WAIT for them to message you, first. Sitting and waiting for the other person to make the move leads NO WHERE with each other, because who knows if the OTHER is waiting for you to do the same.

Roleplaying is a partnership, it goes both ways. 

You can’t always expect to only get responses to memes and starters without also putting in and doing the same for others, too.

Practice reblog karma.  Send in things for your mutuals. Interact with their posts. Show interest.