will you halt this eclipse in me ?

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⋆｡°✩ biography, art, aesthetics, writing prompts, STARFAVOURED is an independent roleplay blog for FEYRE ARCHERON of SJM's A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES.

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if   you   are   over   the   age   of   21,   welcome!   if   you   are   not,   i   would   please   ask   that   you   do   not   follow   as   there   will   be   dark   themes   featured   on   this   blog.   this   blog   will   be   canonically   and   headcanon   influenced.    things   that   are   not   tolerated, among others :   racism,  homophobia,  bigotry, transphobia,  or  any  other form of negativity toward any minority group.  support of any of these is an instant unfollow.  this   is   a   happy,   safe  blog   for   all types of beautiful humans.  i   am   open   to   shipping   feyre   with   other   people,   other   than   rhysand,   but   chemistry   is   the   most   important.   smut   may   happen   on   this   blog.

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[odetooatmilk]

~𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓔𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵~

“𝐼𝒻 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉, 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇.”

[starfavoured]

Hello ! Christmas time is a very busy time for me and I apologize profusely for not being around. I have missed being here. :3

[lightlux]

to the stars who listen 💫

- lightlux

[fck1x1-blog]

I want to rp w someone that will be so invested in our ship/rp that we eventually become rp best friends and talk every day and not only talk abt our thread but abt our actual lives and all that fun stuff u know ?? is that just me ?? or ?????

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i think we're snowed in for a while.

The heavy snow falling down around the faraway lamp light was hypnotizing. My eyes could not be torn away by how serene it appeared outside. I wished I could sit out inside of it without ever getting cold. I wanted to float above the snow itself as to not disturb it and just become the snow, too. Floating and falling without making an impression. Bask in the quiet, in the moonlight.

Reality crashed back into me when I heard his voice, realizing he was right. Many feet of snowfall had indeed fallen in such a short amount of time. The door did not look as if it were going to open for days. I surely wasn't strong enough to push it out of the way and drag all the snow with it.

Before turning from the glass, my elbows pressed into the back of the couch cushions, I drew a tiny heart in the fog from my warm breath on the cold window. Plopping onto the flat cushion, I curled my fingers around my oversized cream-coloured sweater sleeves. " Do you think we have enough food? "

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do i look like someone who knows what that means?

My mouth opens and then shuts promptly. Actually yes, yes she did. She was incredibly witty and intelligent, which was why I spoke so freely in the first place. However, I had no idea Aelin was in the dark about the inner workings of Courts and High Lords. Apparently, they had none where she had lived and come from.

" Cassian. . . Illyrian. It's a race of. . fae. Do you work in kings and queens, then? " I ask curiously, still in wonderment of her world. Especially the BITE mark on her skin. That was something I was very aware of . . . and that my own mate had never bitten me and asked me to keep it upon my skin. At least not yet. . . but damn if it wasn't hot as hell. I'd never let anyone tame me nor keep me in such an animalistic way again . . but sexually? With my mate? Surely. What a lucky fae. I try to shake the thought out of my head and also try to focus on her words. King. Where was Adarlan again? She lives in Terrasen... and I need a map.

" I don't know what half of what you've said means either. Who is Dorian again? A Not-High-Lord . . and he's not fae? "

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POWERS / ABILITIES - each ability has come from each of the HIGH LORDS in Prythian, after coming back to life as a HIGH FAE.

---- 001. WATER MANIPULATION

---- 002. AIR MANIPULATION

---- 003. FIRE MANIPULATION

---- 004. ICE MANIPULAITON

---- 005. DARKNESS MANIPULATION

---- 006. WINNOWING

---- 007. DAEMATI ABILITY

---- 008. SHAPESHIFTING

---- 009. GLAMOURING

---- 010. HEALING ABILITIES

---- 011. LIGHT GENERATION

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STARFAVOURED  ⋆｡°✩   I   was   not   a   pet,    not   a   doll,         not   an   ANIMAL.     I   was   a   SURVIVOR,          and   I   was   STRONG.         I   would   NOT   be   weak,   or   helpless   again.        I   WOULD   NOT,       COULD   NOT   BE   BROKEN.       TAMED.           ⋆｡°✩   independent   roleplaying   blog   for   FEYRE   ARCHERON   of   Sarah J Maas'  A   COURT   OF   THORNS   AND   ROSES.   ⋆｡°✩

[foreverinelysian]

𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Today is my 20th birthday and to celebrate, I wanted to share this stunning portrait of a fellow winter and December baby, my darling Feyre Archeron!

This absolutely sensational art is done by the incredible @: sunsetrina! It was a pleasure and joy to work with her again<3

Please ask permission before reposting!

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h*rny feyre is a bit terrifying. i uh, apologize to the masses or anyone who sleeps with her. x'D lmao

[ofanswereddreams]

Since they're the guests of honor for Tarquin's Summer Solstice celebration, they really shouldn't be late for the feast. It's bad manners. They want to make a good impression, to bolster their fledgling alliance. Tarquin might be young, but he's not a pushover, and Summer Court doesn't have quite the reputation for parties that Helion has.

Rhys knows all of these things to be true, and yet there's something about being back in Summer that makes his desire for Feyre (which is always simmering just under the surface) burn hotter and brighter. Maybe it's the memory of the last time they were here together - when he still despaired of her ever returning his love. Maybe it's simply the fact that her breasts look delectable in the dress she's chosen for tonight's festivities.

Currently, he's too focused on all the miles of soft skin exposed to his wandering lips and hands now that he's pulled her into a washroom and tugged her dress down to her waist. Her familiar lilac and pear scent has twined around him, threaded through with the tangier musk of her arousal. It's clouding his mind... and making him tent the satin trousers he wears.

Minutes ago, Feyre had pushed his jacket to the floor, so he can feel her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt as he holds her against him with one arm. His right hand is busy slipping between their bodies to cup her breast in his hand, fingertips dancing around the marks he'd already left there.

Her protestation about being late falls on deaf ears. And once her hand slides between them to cup him through his trousers, any chance of them arriving to dinner on time flies right out the window. With a groan, his hips jerk against her palm, letting her feel exactly how much he wants her. Finally, he lifts his mouth from her throat and grins like a Cheshire cat as he looks down at her and drawls: "Is that a challenge, Feyre darling?"

Already, his hands have moved to her hips to pull up the skirts of her dress and bunch them around her waist. Rhysand's lips descend to hers in a deep kiss while his fingertips dance up her inner thigh, hovering just along the seam of the panties she's wearing beneath her dress. He knows what she wants, but it's always so much fun to tease her...

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I can hear his breath hitch and the blood in his veins flow backwards with the touch of my hand. I will forever stoke the desire between us. . . even if we are at a party in the bathroom. I just cannot keep my hands to myself with him looking as good as he does. The way his violet blue eyes find me across any room always has done something to me.

I'm going to come undone quickly but it's because of how turned on I am just by a few touches. With Rhys, I'm not ashamed of how badly I fold under his gaze and those perfect hands. Those strong hands.

My gaze is mostly black as I've kept my eyes closed just to feel his lips and stubble against my skin. Everything is amplified when I close my eyes and let myself feel. With him, that's what I've mastered. I've shut off my mind and let myself come apart.

Challenge?

" I'm the only one who can. " I tell him when I grip his perfect jaw with my lithe fingers. I wonder what he can see in my gaze now, now that I'm looking at him like some feral thing. I could devour him in a moments time and feel no guilt. I feel the primal instinct in me rise - I want him more than anything in the world right now. Nothing else matters to me than being fucked by my mate. The thoughts and feelings I'm having, again, do not embarrass me. . . though a blush or two might happen later on when he reminds me how dirty my thoughts or mouth have become.

Everything about him makes me bold - I tease him often of the monster he has created in me. The monster who takes what she deserves and yet who takes gentle care of herself.

I know I am no monster at all. I am a force. I am now bold.

Especially as I stroke Rhys through his satin trousers. My hand glides easily up and down his length; base to as far as I can reach. My own hips shift and I try to get his fingers closer to my core. " Do not tease me right now. " I growl, albeit playfully, my nails digging into his sharpened cheekbones. I know I can't hurt him in this way and I know he knows I just want. I almost can't handle the feeling inside myself of truly how badly I do . . . I almost feel as if the mating bond was brand new again. " If I set something on fire, I'm blaming you. "

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if you have something to say, you can say it to my face, feyre. i know we’ve had our issues but i’m not as broken as i once was. i can handle your hurt. / something for some personal healing between the sisters <3

I  stay  quiet  because  I  do  not  want  her  to  know  my  innermost  thoughts.  She's  not  able  to  read  my  mind  but  I'm  afraid,  somehow,  someway,  maybe  she  can.  .  .   I've  always  kept  them  to  myself  so  that  I  could  keep  the  peace  for  Elain.  I've  fought,  sure,  tooth  and  nail.  .  .  we've  argued  and  scrapped.  .  .  but  I've  never  meant  to  say  things  to  maim  or  dismember  most  of  our  relationship.  I  have  kept  us  intact  because  of  that  shitty  promise  our  mother  made  me  keep  on  her  deathbed.  As  I've  gotten  older,  I  keep  wondering  why  she'd  ask  that  of  me  .  .  of  all  of  us.  The  hopeful  part  of  me  says  maybe  she  saw  something  in  me  that  proved  what  sort  of  fighter  I  have  become  .  .  the  cynical  part  of  me  says  that  she  just  made  me  promise  because  I  was  her  least  favorite.  Why  put  the  burden  on  the  youngest?  It  doesn't  make  sense  to  me,  even  now,  but  I  have  kept  my  promise.  Even  when  my  sister  has  thrown  low  blows  and  words  to  cut  and  maim  me.  I  let  her  destroy  parts  of  me  -  obliterate  some  of  the  best  parts  inside  of  myself.  I  let  them  both  do  it,  along  with  our  father.  When  I  finally  slinked  out  from  under  the  weight,  I  was  a  shell. 

Sometimes  it  still  pisses  me  off  that  I  let  anyone  treat  me  so  poorly  but  beyond  that,  I  am  not  that  person  anymore.  Nor  is  Nesta  or  Elain  .  .   we  have  all  grown  and  changed.  Physically  and  mentally.  Most  of  all,  emotionally.  We  have  all  been  through  so  much  trauma.  .   and  we  all  dealt  differently.  Nesta's  claws  just  grew  into  other  people,  where  mine  grew  over  me  like  thorns.  Elain's  made  hers  better,  somehow.  Maybe.  I  hope,  at  least.

“  I'm  not  sure  what  there  is  left  to  say,  honestly.  No  use  in  dredging  it  all  up  when  we  have  come  together  to  remove  it.  “  I  tell  her  then,  after  minutes  of  reflecting.  ”  I  honestly  hate  talking  about  it  sometimes.  I  don't  WANT  you  to  feel  like  a  terrible  person.  .  .  and  I'm  not  always  proud  of  the  decisions  I've  made  either.  “   My  cold hands  wring  together  nervously in my lap.  I'm  no  saint  -  I've  done  terrible  things,  too,  while  being  hurt and suffocated by it.  Stepping  back  from  it  all,  I  see  where  I  let  destruction  and  retaliation  from  my  hurt  decimate  relationships  and  whole  Courts.  Guilt  tastes  extremely  bitter  on  my  tongue.   ”  We  shouldn't  excuse  the  things  we've  done  -  to  each  other  or  not  -  but  I  also  don't  want  the  guilt  to  be  so  overwhelming  anymore.  I  want  to  start  over.  I  want  to  stop  being  angry,  too.  " 

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hi ! my goal is to answer the prompts in my inbox and perhaps send some out if anyone wants any ? :3

[theredcrane]

Wanted to draw Feyre practicing some water magic 💧✨

[ohisms]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

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what are you afraid of?

WHAT  ARE  YOU  AFRAID  OF  ?     The  question  ricochets  through  my  head  and  I  fear  I  will  never  be  able  to  speak  the  answer  out  loud.  What  exactly  am  I  NOT  afraid  of  ?  There  are  so  many  outcomes  and  endings  to  our  stories   .  .  .   I  am  fearful  of  most.  She'd  never  believe  me,  would  she  ?   Surely  Nesta  would  not  tell  me  what  SHE  is  most  afraid  of.     “  Sometimes  I  am  afraid  of  everything.  ”  I  whisper  to  her,  as  if  speaking  this  confession  out  loud  will  forever  be  the  truth  of  mine  to  be  branded  into  my  skin.  I  rarely  want  to  put  words  to  my  feelings  in  fear  they  will  become  the  truth.  They  will  become  real.  I  never,  NEVER  spoke  of  my  fears  to  my  sisters.  I  was  never  honest  with  Tamlin.  I  never  truly  told  our  father  anything.  I  shoved  it  all  down,  deep  inside  of  the  well  of  anguish  and  agony  inside  of  myself.  Yet,  I  somehow  did  not  let  it  entirely  define  me.  “  But  I  am  getting  through  it.  I  am  fighting  my  way  back  out.  ”