high lady of the night court

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[quotemadness]

Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.

Pierce Brown (via quotemadness)

[rpersunited]

no one: 

no one at all:

my muse:

[starslistened]

valiantforged‌:

       ❛ You know — ❜ Henry does not turn from where his gaze is trained on the distant hills and the solitary animal standing there, the grin at his lips airy no matter how much the weight of his attention is focused elsewhere. ( he doesn’t move, doesn’t give any indication that he’s noticed he’s no longer alone save for the way he directs the conversation her way, idle and glittering with a kind of amusement beget from no joke. ) ❛ – Stories say that seeing one of an animal is a bad omen – one magpie, one wolf alone in the world. ❜ Tipping his head back, looking perfectly cheery, he adds, ❛ D’you think something bad will happen ? ❜ 

// ( @starslistened &. call. ) 

     IT’S HER HUNTER’S instincts that bring her attention to the wolf standing, isolated and strangely small against the backdrop of jagged, snowy mountaintops, far in the distance. Once upon a time, the survival of her entire family might have depended on her noticing it, picking out its slate grey fur even in the midst of the winter gale. It’s only now that she stands as High Lady of the Night Court, amongst friends, amongst another new FAMILY of her own, that she can let the wolf wander away in peace. Though she’s unsurprised to find herself thinking once again of those hard times — she’s not sure she’ll ever truly FORGET them — it does still come as a shock just how long it’s been since then.

     HENRY, THOUGH, IS a different matter entirely. She’s frankly still not certain what to make of him — though he often seems harmless enough ( this case being no exception ) he’s yet to let on where exactly he’s from . . . or what he means by coming to Prythian. But Velaris is a sanctuary for ALL, and Rhys hadn’t hesitated for a moment when Feyre had insisted on giving this enigmatic man a home for a while, until he figured out where he needed to go from here. Or until he gives them a REASON to want him gone.

     ❝ IN THESE LANDS, I think enough BAD has already happened, ❞ Feyre finds herself saying, peering over the valleys that lie at the mountain, Ramiel’s feet. So much bloodshed, heartache, and pain — and that was only in the time since she’d been Made. She can’t even bring herself to think of all the suffering that happened here before she came around. ❝ Here, we are only trying to heal. To make things right again. I hope your omens are WRONG this time. ❞

[bronson]

@faenet event: quotes ➵ opening lines

A gift. All of it. 

[starslistened]

❤️| @ncvaflows

     IT’S NOT OFTEN that she sees new faces in the market. Hers is a village that more often than not tends to go wholly unnoticed, save for the fae and wolves lurking in the woods nearby, or the Children of the Blessed who frequent the town square, looking for more potential converts. As a matter of fact, it’s been such a long time since she’s come across anyone new that Feyre had — up until now, anyway —started to believe that she’d gotten everyone’s face more or less memorized. But this? This is a curious change.

     SHE’S GRATEFUL THAT her sisters decided to stay home from the market today, though she isn’t quite sure why. In many ways, she’s just as vulnerable as they are — especially if this stranger turns out to be more powerful than the average villager, or came here with less than pure intentions. Perhaps it’s the promise she once made to her ailing mother that keeps Feyre looking after Nesta and Elain so fiercely, even when they give so little — when they don’t even TRY — in return.

     CAUTIOUSLY, FEYRE EDGES forward, heaving the freshly-skinned animal pelt she’d intended to sell today onto her shoulder. ❝ Are you selling something? ❞ she asks, though a quick glance at the stranger is enough to answer that question on its own. ❝ You won’t find many customers here, I’m afraid. The wealthy stay on the other side of town, buying and selling all the iron their hearts desire. ❞

[adriata-archive]

@acotarnet event 12: international women’s history month
 ↳ ladies of acotar

When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds. (x.)

[starslistened]

❤️| @infernalxqueen

     THE STRANGER BEFORE her was fae, but not fae.

     NOT IN THE way that Feyre knew them to be, anyway — certainly nothing like anything she’d ever seen in Prythian. There were some similarities, she supposed; they both shared that distinctive point to their ears, the same ancient, feral look in their eyes. But that was where it ended. The power emanating from this person, this INTERLOPER upon the seclusion of the Night Court, was something so wholly unfamiliar that it almost occurred to Feyre to be AFRAID. She hadn’t been frightened of the Fae in what seemed like an eternity, not in that small, helpless way that she’d once felt when she was a human — it had been hundreds of years since she’d been Made, and in that time, she’d learned there was far deadlier and malevolent out there.

     BUT THERE WAS no denying that whoever this was, she might very well pose a danger to Feyre’s own court, her people. What were this faerie’s intentions? The truth was, none of them could say, not even Rhys — much as she alerted him down the mating bond to get here, get here right now, she knew she couldn’t pull him away from his duties to help her deal with this immediately. Would he even be able to explain it? Amren might, she supposed, but . . . well, for now, it was just the two of them.

     AND YET, THERE was something . . . familiar about her, too. Had they met before?

     ❝ WHO ARE YOU? ❞ she found herself saying at last, drawing herself up to full height. She was High Lady of the Night Court, and she would not falter. ❝ I can tell that you aren’t from Prythian. What business do you have in Velaris? ❞ And more importantly, how did you break past our wards? she thought.

[starslistened]

&&. starter call!

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[judebuarte]

[starslistened]

heroismdreams‌:

       “I… I had a nightmare.”

     IMMEDIATELY, SHE THINKS of the nights she spent in the Spring Court, tearing herself from sleep, heart pounding in the aftermath of her own night terrors. Even now, Feyre doubts if she’ll ever truly forget just how deeply everything that happened Under the Mountain affected her, CHANGED her. Carrying that sort of burden around on one’s shoulders is difficult, to say the least — if not impossible. It’s no small wonder, then, that this poor young woman can’t keep her own troubles to herself.

     FEYRE CERTAINLY DOESN’T resent her for it — only hopes that whatever she’s going through isn’t a trauma quite on that same level. And more than that, she hopes that no matter what it is, she might be able to HELP somehow. What’s the point of being High Lady, she thinks, if I cannot use my position to give others what I never had?

     ❝ I’M SORRY, ❞ SHE says, before she really even knows precisely what to say. ❝ Truly. I know how awful they can be. Do you need to talk about it? ❞

[starslistened]

@oflegendaries | cont. from x!

     IT DOESN’T TAKE long for Feyre to see the wisdom in his words, much as she resents that he’s right . . . again. She thinks — not for the first time since she’s found herself trapped here Under the Mountain — of Nesta and Elain, and the village they came from, where feeble bracelets and necklaces of IRON were thought to be enough to keep away the High Fae. It’s not lost on her how DEFENSELESS she is here, how powerless every human that lived on the other side of the wall would be if that barrier should ever fall.

     WOULD TAMLIN BE among those who would have once hunted down her family, hurt them, just as the old legends had always said? She doesn’t know why the thought crosses her mind. If she ever even had an inkling of suspicion that he might do such a thing, why even bother going through all this to save him?

     ❝ THEY TOLD US stories, ❞ she finds herself saying at last, her voice finally starting to lose some of that brittle, disjointed sound as her bargain with Rhysand helps her fever ebb. ❝ On our side of the wall — about your people. After believing those things for so long, it’s . . . I don’t know if I can . . . it’s HARD, I suppose. To look at this world through another lens. ❞ After a moment’s consideration, she regards Rhys with a newfound curiosity. ❝ After seeing this all for myself, it makes me wonder if the wall isn’t just a false sense of security after all. ❞

[rosiethorns88]

Paper. There was so much paper. In celebration of A Court of Frost and Starlight release, I made a papercraft of the starfall scene from ACOMAF! This was a defining moment; not because of the awareness or longing, but laughter. It finally broke the year-long tension between these two – and all it took was some splattered star spirit to the face!

Inspirational references: Kimi No Na Wa (comet sequences), Frozen concept art

[starslistened]

Raiding Area 51: ACOTAR Edition

“They can’t stop all of us!”: Feyre, Mor, Tarquin

“If we Naruto run, we can dodge the bullets!”: Cassian, Helion

“Please don’t go, they absolutely can stop you all”: Lucien, Azriel, Jurian, Rhys

“Have fun dying lol”: Amren, Nesta, The Bone Carver, Amarantha

Actually goes to Area 51: Ianthe, Tamlin, Keir

Gets in: Elain

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

random things my professors have said (starters)

Just a bunch of random quotes from my professors during my first semester of college. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

“The heart is a dramatic organ. The bowels are also pretty dramatic.”

“I don’t remember why I put that picture of a water slide there.”

“By that time, you’ll have figured out my brain. I haven’t yet.”

“Woah, you have big shoes.”

“Zero is hero.”

“Make sure you don’t take my picture. I’m copyrighted.”

“We don’t really know what it’s like to be a rat or a pigeon.”

“Hello. Welcome to the planet.”

“I set you up.”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell if your toe fell off in the middle of the night.”

“I know you are a millionaire. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You don’t have a clue.”

“I’ve taught you to see the fun in pain.”

“Get rid of the dog mask.”

“I actually think nasty things when I smile.”

“I know you don’t want to see me. I don’t want to see you too.”

“I’m just making stuff up.”

“The other day, someone called me nurturing. I was like, ‘you’re ruining my reputation’!”

“I said the exam is NEXT Thursday. Don’t scare people.”

“I wasn’t drunk, but I was acting like it.”

“Are you glaring at me?”

“I profoundly believe that humans are absurd creatures.”

“It’s my job to embarrass you.”

“When I was young–I’m still young, right?”

“Uh oh. [grunt] I’m okay.”

“If you solve this, I’ll buy you lunch.”

“I’m going to tell you a story about farts.”

“I know a lot about corn.”

“Wow, you are super. *high fives*”

“I didn’t do that!”

“I saw you walking past the library, and you looked as though you were lost in thought.”

“I’m glad to see that you’ve decided to stay.”

“In the game, you can die many times. In life, you can die one time.”

“This is just dessert. There’s a banquet coming.”

“What do you call it? A ‘snake’, right?”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“Impossible means ‘I am possible’.”

“You’re completely aroused.”

“There’s a stop sign. You have to stop.”

“I like sleep.”

“No one likes to feel pain. Actually–never mind, I don’t want to ask.”

“Do I sound cynical? I’m trying to be nice.”

“Dude, you wanna compete with Jimmy Hendrix? Fuck you.”

“I don’t want to talk to most people. It’s not a gender thing, please just go away.”

“We’re making tortillas now.”

“I’m not very nice.”

“Be careful, somebody might beat you up.”

“I can say nice things, but if you remind me, I’ll deny it.”

“The world’s fucked.”

[starofvelaris]

The High Lady of the Night Court / Feyre Archeron

“No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.” 

[fatimagic]

give me two characters who are each other’s home. two characters who feel completely safe, warm and protected in each other’s presence, and who are completely respected by the other. two people who, on some level or another, were missing that little extra spark they needed to feel fully confident and accepted as their whole selves until the other came along. they don’t “fix each other” or “make each other better”–they give the other the support they need to build on what was already inside them. sure they might kiss, or make goo-goo eyes, but they can also just…talk, and make each other laugh and smile, because for once they feel comfortable enough in themselves and with each other to be vulnerable in that way. two complete people who finally find someone to share all of themselves with. and no matter what they do or how far they go, they’ll always have each other to come back home to. 

[starslistened]

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