ALL I HAVE IS RAGE.

𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚢.

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𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄. beta editor in use. plot-centric, open to alternative verses. info below the cut, to be expanded upon. 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄.

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short biography.

current arc information

current arc playlist

the dread trove

current living arrangements (main & modern settings)

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[silvreflamesa]

— @gunbash // Her  apartment  is  cold  and  quiet  and  dark,    at  least  until  she  flips  the  switch  for  her  hallway.    That  light  filters  into  her  kitchen  where  she  leads  the  way  so  she  can  have  a  glass  of  water.    It’s  still  cold,    especially  as  her  A/C  unit  kicks  in,    but  the  linger  of  his  gaze  is  warm  enough  that  she  doesn’t  really  notice.    Her  own  eyes  are  appreciative  as  she  takes  a  long  pull,    the  backlight  from  the  hall  framing  him  divine;    Nesta  steps  toward  him  and  offers  her  glass,    lipstick  -  stained  and  all.    ❝    I  guess  you’re  off  duty  now.    Since  I  made  it  home,    safe  and  sound  and  disappointingly  sober.    ❞  Her  mouth  curls.    ❝    What  will  you  do  now?    ❞

[soulprompts]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.

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— @corimare: see what you wanna see . // ❝    Don’t  condescend  me.    ❞  The  pierce  of  her  tongue  is  far  more  fatal  than  any  weapon  she  might  wield.    He  will  feel  the  blade  of  it,    the  full  force  trauma  of  a  wound  she  delivers  with  all  the  bubbling  rage  of  a  scorned  woman.    She  looks  at  him  as  if  he  has  gravely  betrayed  her  with  simple  words,    temper  ignited  with  so  little.    But  it  is  her  mouth,    that  poisonous  cracked  -  open  -  shape,    that  delivers  the  killing  strike.    ❝    I  know  what  I  saw.    I  know  what’s  going  on.    And  I  won’t  have  you  gaslight  me  into  thinking  I’m  some  idiot  girl  who  knows  no  better.    That  trick  is  tired.    ❞

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“i feel that to ask someone to love me the way i need to be loved is to hand them my heart, a putrid, rotting thing, and ask them to hold it tenderly"

[silvreflamesa]

!!!????!!::$:!:&$;;&’fckfn

[silvreflamesa]

— @fatedriven as HYUNWOO.

Spaghetti’s  two  front  paws  are  visible  around  the  corner.    It’s  the  only  warning  Hyunwoo  gets  before  the  kitten  pounces,    those  itty  bitty  razor  claws  catching  in  the  toe  of  his  shoe  in  one  playful  (yet  damaging)  swipe.    But  just  as  soon  as  he’s  caused  chaos  does  the  cat  shuffle  in,    white  -  flag  -  surrender.    Bitterly,    Nesta  thinks  about  how  she  never  gets  that  kind  of  treatment.    She  only  ever  gets  the  mugging;    Spaghetti  begs  for  treats  by  stretching  up  onto  his  hindlegs,    those  sharp  nails  drawing  blood  from  her  thighs,    until  she  inevitably  relents  (always  immediately,    the  little  fucker).    It’s  clear  who  the  favorite  is.

❝    I  hate  you,    ❞  she  says  from  where  she  leans  against  that  same  haunt  from  whence  the  void  had  leapt.    Her  eyes  can  only  stay  on  the  motorboat  winding  around  his  legs  before  the  pull  to  look  at  him  instead  becomes  too  strong.    ❝    It  should  be  illegal  that  he  treats  you  better  than  me.    I’m  the  one  who  feeds  him  and  cleans  up  his  shit.    Little  asshole.    ❞

[silvreflamesa]

YOU’RE KIDDING ME

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idk i just think that if she loses control and sets a few things on fire and zaps some people from living, we should just let it happen.

[silvreflamesa]

“ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 ” 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 … the outside

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. nesta archeron 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. blue-grey. silver when she's using her magic. 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 / 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. nesta has dark blonde/light brown hair that falls just below her shoulder blades. naturally wavy. however, she never leaves it down in public or with untrusted company, typically styling it in a coronet. 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 5 ’ 11 ” 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞. in her main verse, she prefers long dresses with long sleeves and a high neckline. if she's training, of course she's in leathers. in a modern verse, leaving the house means presenting herself properly. she wears trendy suits, long skirts over tall boots, sweaters and turtlenecks, long coats. even when she's partying, she's well dressed and covered up. and no matter the verse, she prefers wearing all black. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. she's quite disarming in general, but probably her eyes most of all.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 … the inside

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. water. particularly bodies of water/bathtubs/pools, etc. she is afraid of losing her sisters, particularly elain. she is afraid of herself, her destructive tendencies both to herself and to others. loss of control. 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. she doesn't feel guilty about anything that she enjoys. she's only ever embarrassed when she's affectionate or warm or kind to someone, especially if she does it without thinking. 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞. hypocrisy. people who don't understand consent. people who devalue others needlessly. people who make fun of people for the things they enjoy. when someone disrespects someone she cares about (whether in front of her or not). having her autonomy taken from her. being questioned or doubted. habitual liars. 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. get out from under rhysand's (and feyre's) thumb. beyond that, she doesn't really know yet. probably find an income so she can take care of herself. that'd be nice.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 … thoughts

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩. if she manages to sleep? she's thinking about what it will be like to have her autonomy again. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. freedom. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. freedom. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. in some ways, how stubborn she is. how persistent. when she finally lets someone in, she is fiercely loyal. you could do something terrible and she will kick your ass but love you through it anyway.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 … what’s better

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. single. 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐑 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. both, ideally. but brains between the two. someone to hear her, see her, and who lets her see them too. 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐎𝐑 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬. cats. she's much like a cat herself, personality wise. but she doesn't mind dogs.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 … do you

𝐥𝐢𝐞. she doesn't like lies. but there is a time and a place. and she will lie to protect herself. to protect her sisters. to protect people she cares about. 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. not at all. 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. rather unfortunately. she just doesn't believe she's worthy of it. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞. hm....

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 … ever been

𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. yes. she did ballet as a child across verses. 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬. contrary to what's said about her, no. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧. she is capable of it. and she has been known to do it. she can shift herself to blend in when the occasion calls for it. she is perfectly capable of pleasantries, manners, and being polite when it's necessary. she just so often chooses not to be because no matter what she does anymore, she is the villain according to everyone else. so who else is she going to be?

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 … favorites

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. black. 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥. cat. 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞. heathers ( 1988 ). coyote ugly ( 2000 ). death becomes her ( 1992 ). 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. cards. any sort of card game. she loves poker and gin rummy.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 … age

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞. april 22, 2023. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞. 29. 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 14. 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. yes. what the fuck does she have in common with hundred year old perverts?

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 … in person

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. someone steadfast. someone reliable. someone who sees all her sharp edges and puts on armor instead of running away or attempting to dull her. someone who keeps trying and someone who keeps coming back. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. she doesn't care 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. she doesn't care 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫. absolutely everything and absolutely nothing. and by that, of course, i mean parallel play LMAO sitting together in the quiet and reading your own books. sharing a cup of tea in the morning because the dishes didn't get cleaned the night before. absolutely roasting each other over a shared appetizer before dinner. flirting with each other from across the gym. declining event invites to fight over the remote all night instead. blaming the other on that invite decline.

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 …

’ 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: — the quiet. ’ ’ 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥: — nothing. ’ ’ 𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞: — nothing. ’ ’ 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬: — my freedom. ’ ’ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡: — they'd let me go. ’

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @jokethur ily 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. @saintvampe , @mahdinate , @fatedriven for that guy she definitely doesn't like, @embrosyn , @saetine , @allmuddy , @vipier , @vasilievna , @gunbash , @koyonna , @solstis + whoever else wants to!!

[silvreflamesa]

the inner circle: nesta use your powers teehee omg nesta win our war for us teehee

nesta: uses her powers and wins their war

the inner circle: you fucking wh*re you absolute waste of fucking space you shitbag abuser get in the cell you fucking cunt

[silvreflamesa]

OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[silvreflamesa]

— @hauntingcurse: did you really think this is the right thing to do ? // And  what  is  right,    truly?    And  who  determines  its  measure?    Is  it  right  to  lock  someone  up  the  way  she  has  been  locked  up?    Is  it  right  to  punish  someone  who  is  clearly  struggling?    Is  it  right  to  love  as  cruelly  as  her  family  supposedly  loves  her?    What  is  right?    Just  what  exactly  is  fucking  right?

Nesta  is  a  stone  carving moving,    the  very  depiction  of  ease.    She  holds  a  cup  of  something  that  glows  in  the  pounding  blacklit  basement  where  the  music  is  too  loud  for  anything  below  a  shout.    And  Nesta,    she  glows  too  as  she  moves  and  twists  and  flows  with  that  base  -  pump  of  sound.    It  should  inspire  something;    all  Nesta  feels  is  nothing.    Maybe  it’s  the  drink.    Maybe  it’s  the  revenge  in  being  here  at  all.    In  a  few  hours,    this  will  be  on  every  tabloid  and  she  will  face  the  consequences  with  a  severe  hangover.    Right  now  she  feels  nothing.    ❝    I  don’t  care,    ❞  she  mouths,    only  half  an  answer,    before  reaching  to  tug  on  Ishtar’s  wrist.    ❝    Dance  with  me!    ❞

[silvreflamesa]

— @absensia: ❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜ // ❝  Is  that  what  they  say?    ❞  And  if  that  is  what  they  say,    it  is  tame.    Nesta  has  seen  the  tabloids  (SISTER  SHAMES  THE  STREETS:    Has  the  Eldest  Archeron  Finally  Gone  Too  Far?    More  on  Page  6!).    She  has  seen  the  shit  that’s  smeared  about  her  and  the  angle  that  is  too  tired:    what  an  embarrassment  she  is!    Poor  poor  Feyre  to  be  cursed  with  such  a  slut  for  a  sister!    Oh,    yes,    Nesta  is  familiar  with  the  defamation  of  her  (good?)  name.

Char  is  pinned  with  the  burning  blade  of  her  stare,    all  the  world’s  cold  honed  in  on  a  target  made  familiar  (less  so  as  of  late,    though).    ❝  And  what  do  you  say?    ❞  A  sharper  weapon  is  her  tongue.    It  will  make  its  mark  if  Char  is  not  careful.    ❝  Is  that  why  you  came  here,    Charlotte?    Whatever  threat  you  think  you  see  in  me,    I  promise  you  that  it  is  only  perceived.    If  anything,    you  being  here  has  made  me  suspicious  of  you.    So  what  is  it?    Why  have  you  come?    ❞

[silvreflamesa]

okay i have decided i will have 2 "modern" verses. one human and one still fae, but they won't differ much in plot as i will go with my usual "civilians don't know magic is real" shtick

[mahdinate]

she felt that she had become two people. one looked upon these fleshly contortions with astonishment. the other sought submission to an enormous pain spreading in her chest. the tears flowed freely from her eyes now, and the Astonished One within her demanded querulously: “who cries? who is it that cries? who is crying now?”

𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘, as told by layilil.