THROUGH LOVE,

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆.

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–––––– DIRECTORY .

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 .

𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 .

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 .

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨 .

–––––– WHERE TO FIND ME .

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐦 : @tricktress @wistcrias @airshari @dangeress 

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 : @valkyrshe

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 :  https://www.pinterest.com/wistcrias/boards/

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 : @daphneblaked 

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 : @princessnicasia​

[tato-acm]

favorite Autumn descendants with light powers

[catxmendoza]

samadhi zendejas for MEOW Mag 2021

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Bryce Adelaide Quinlan - Crescent City

Artist: @bxromance / @bxromanceart

[catxmendoza]

♔ catalina luisa gloria jimenez y mendoza ♔

dealer for the crooked bastards

[starsbore]

shoutout to you for erasing the fact that bryce is a plus size woman.

thank you! I love my fans <3

[catxmendoza]

[starsbore]

      starborn : 01 / ?? 

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bryce quinlan princess of the dusk court

bryce quinlan queen of the starborn fae  

bryce quinlan high lady of the dusk court

[luxoffux]

[druidcore]

MANIC RP STARTERS.

I told you I spilled my guts

I’m so committed to an old ghost town

Is it really that strange if I always want a change?

I told you I’d ride this out

It’s gettin’ harder every day somehow

The people on the street don’t know my name

I’m constantly havin’ a breakthrough 

Would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony?

I don’t need anyone

I just need everyone and then some

And can you feel it too when I am touchin’ you?

It’s crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment

I won’t stop ‘til I get where you are

They say I may be making a mistake

I know when you go down all your darkest roads

I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

Oh, it’s funny how the warning signs can feel like they’re butterflies

I gotta get it off my chest

No, you’re not half the man you think that you are

And you can’t fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I’m so glad I never ever had a baby with you

You can’t love nothing unless there’s something in it for you

I had no warning about who you are

I’m just glad I made it out without breaking down

I really meant well from the start

You should be sad

I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic

You cut me open

Build love, build God, build provinces

I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it

How could somebody ever love me?

Your eyes are fragile and timeless

There’s power in the words you whisper

He treats you cold and so mindless

Walk on the edge with someone new

You can take a chance, come take my hand

I’m my own biggest enemy

My friends are gettin’ bored of me

I fell in love with a stranger

I just hate everybody

Why can’t I go home without somebody?

I could fall in love with anybody who don’t want me

If I could make you love me maybe you could make me love me

And if I can’t make you love me then I’ll just hate everybody

Someone please come and flirt with me

Come on and make me feel alright again

I’m the worst of my enemies

I was afraid to leave you on your own 

So tell me, how’s it feel?

You can come to mine, but both my roommates are home

I’ve never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss

I think it’s finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe for me to fall

But you’re right here now and I think you’ll stay

Your pussy is a wonderland

Tell me, have you ever keyed a Ferrari before?

And I won’t ever feel this way again

And all I want in return is revenge

I don’t need you

I wonder what’s in store

They told me it’s useless, there’s no hope in store

Somehow I just want you more

I’ve loved you for all of my life

I should be living the dream

I got a paranoia in me

No one around me knows

I know that I’ve done some wrong

I’m tryna make it right

You know that I love you

I’m still learning to love myself

I go home and I got no self-esteem 

Nobody loves you, they just try to fuck you

And who do you call when it’s late at night?

Oh my God, there’s no way that’s me

You gotta promise us that you won’t die cause we need you

I forget half the people who I’ve gotten in bed

I’m pickin’ my hair out in clumps in the shower

I wasn’t in love then, and I’m still not now

I’m still looking for my salvation

I’m a fucking liar

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Bryce and Danika - Crescent City

Artist: @hancorinne_ / @hancorinne

[goddess-kalima-deactivated20240]

honestly a mood

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𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 .​

@starsbore​

     nesta stared at the red-headed stranger, wondering what the hell she’s supposed to do with her. earlier at the riverhouse rhysand had decided to not send bryce to the dungeons in the hewn city, but it wasn’t wise for her to stay with feyre and rhysand either. nyx was only a few months old and he’s the biggest concern for everyone. the woman doesn’t appear to be a threat, but it’s good to be cautious. there was also the possibility that bryce could get up and leave the riverhouse easily. it’s warded, but velaris is also warded and since she was able to somehow make it through those and land right here from wherever she came from they didn’t want to risk it. her powers came into question too, what she could do with it. 

     after some consideration, rhysand thought it would be a brilliant idea to have bryce stay at the house of wind with cassian, nesta, and azriel. it’d be harder for her to leave and she would be high up in the skies away from the city and its civilians. of course nesta argued against it, but rhys had brought up nyx and his safety. that made her cave. she would do anything to protect her nephew.

     now she’s playing babysitter to a woman who appears to be around her age. before they left to the house of wind, rhysand had told her to be her typical unfriendly self around bryce to intimidate her in case she plans to do harm. he told her don’t be afraid to make a show of her powers if she has to. but as she stares at the stranger she doesn’t see someone with ill intentions, she doesn’t see someone who is plotting against all of them. she sees a woman who is scared and hurting. a feeling nesta knows all too well. nesta was never one to listen to rhysand and she sure as hell isn’t going to start now.

     “do you want to take a bath? you look like you’re in dire need of it.” it didn’t come out nicely, but it was true. she looks like she’s been through the wringer and she had to be as stressed out about all this as the rest of them were. a good bath would help that. when nesta didn’t get a response back she muttered a curse, clearly rhys didn’t think the language barrier through. or perhaps he thought it was better if neither of them understood each other. “damn it, rhysand.” 

     something inside of her began to slowly unravel, her power was rising to the surface, begging nesta to touch it. just a small touch. she didn’t know why, but she listened to it. unveiling the dark ancient power that was older than life itself. the old fae language…she didn’t understand how, but she knew she could speak it if she wanted to. it was giving her a hint of what else she could do with it, that it was more than just death powers. nesta asked the question again and the voice that came out did not sound like her own. the words came out fluently, as if she spoke the language all her life. it made her uneasy and for some reason she doesn’t think she wants the others to know.

            𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐄 –– desperation had caused her to throw herself at the mercy of these strangers; of their goodwill. her mind no longer reeled –– shock had set in at the same time her current reality did. as she was herded from place to place, words in that ever-unfamiliar language passing over her head, bryce was silent. she thought of hunt and ruhn –– back in the eternal city within the crystal palace, all alone –– and how utterly she’d failed them. her heart ached. a cavern had been carved through her: a hollow only her mate could fill, and it left her dark-eyed and empty. so haunted by what she’d seen, by what she’d learned that it took several moments for her to realize someone was speaking to her in a language she could understand. 

she swallowed and glanced up at the beautiful fae female standing over her. dimly, bryce noted that the brunette couldn’t speak the old language of the fae before, but now seemed to be near-fluent. bryce blinked. ❛ you have baths here? ❜ she croaked, and cthona help her, she didn’t even sound like herself. ❛ I just mean... you’re dressed like you’re in a fantasy film... ❜ somehow, bryce knew she needed to keep talking. needed to get her mind off the tempest within before it could consume her. ❛ no offense. I just didn’t think you had... ❜ she paused. there was no word in old fae for indoor plumbing. ❛ baths. ❜  

all it took was one look at her clothing to remember the harpy’s blood splashed all over her body. bryce shuddered, shooting up to her feet. ❛ please... a bath would be.. it’d be great. ❜ guilt filled her briefly –– here she was, asking for warm water to clean herself with when urd only knew what hunt and her brother were going through. ❛ do you –– do you know if he’ll help? your friend. the starry-eyed male? ❜ belatedly, bryce recalled his name... ❛ rhysand. ❜ 

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations | Celestial Paragon

[starsbore]

𝐊𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐄 .​

@starsbore / sc. 

          The guard along the perimeter of the rebel camp all pointed guns at the vanir female, rifles ready to defend the relative safety of those inside.     “ State your business, and keep your hands where we can … ”     Kynan’s harsh shout trailed off as he narrowed his eyes, getting a better look at who was asking for entry. In the time she’d been gone stories of her had spread, and though he didn’t know how - Kynan thought he knew who she was.     “ Lower your weapons and open the gate. ”     He shouted the order before running for the stairs, meeting the woman just inside the barbed fence doors.     “ You, you’re Bryce Quinlan, right? I’ve studied your dad for years. He’s a hero, y’know. Why are you here? ”

        𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 that bryce coming here –– alone –– was a good idea. that it wouldn’t end in her inevitable demise. but rumor had it she had quite the in within the rebel camp, and she wasn’t above using every tool at her disposal. it just so happened that this wasn’t one she minded utilizing as much as her fancy-pants new official title. 

❛ I am? that’s news to me, ❜ she said, pretending to be surprised before allowing a fond smile to curve along her lips at the mention of her father. in just a blink of an eye, bryce decided she liked kynan leore –– he’d called randall her dad, after all. ❛ I need your help. ...can we talk in private? ❜