this once-human female who had conquered death, who now glowed as if she had devoured the moon.
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Nesta archeron is a queen, okay ? Your portrayal is just flawless. We can see the love and the dedications in every post that blooms on your blog and the fact that we are actually in the process of plotting with kol being in the court and them, causing trouble, as they should. I am so glad i have followed such amazing muse and a mun who is wonderful and perfect.
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ugh thank you lovely!! on one hand i do try not to write her in a way that she's never done anything wrong, but at the same time that's my sweet baby and she's never done anything wrong, so it's hard! i'm so excited for them to have a little madness and mayhem together~
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first of all you are so, so talented and i'm so lucky that you ever want to write with me! second of all, you have perfect opinions and i'm always thrilled when we yell our thoughts at eachother <3
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it really says a lot that i don't know one thing about violet but you're one of my absolute faves! your blog is beautiful, your writing is lovely, and you're just such a sweet person to talk to and i appreciate you so much <3
"you're still so needy, even after i just fucked you." askbox meme, for @meaercies
feigning an innocent expression nesta lifts her chin from his chest, but her palm lingers on his lower stomach where her fingers had been toying with the dark expanse of hair that lays there just moments before. in part she had been doing it because she felt the motion comforting, but she can't deny that any other effect would have been a reward.
" if i'm bothering you, i'd be happy to stop and go back to my room. it may be nice to get a good night's sleep for once. " with that she begins to tear herself away from him, but not before stealing the blanket from across his waist to wrap around her torso; as if she's at all shy after what they've been doing for hours on end.
“ i can’t pretend not to be jealous. ” askbox meme, for @deaeths
" you absolutely can! " nesta jabs at his chest, her voice stern, eyes ablaze with the threat of flames. if she was able to act like she didn't give a damn when he still looked at mor like she hung the sun with her very own hands ( given their history ) then he could pretend to be unaffected by the things she had to do to maintain eris' favour. " — in fact, you shouldn't even have to pretend. i'm not yours to be jealous of. "
Send ♥ to give my muse a kiss! No reason, just do it! askbox meme, for @cthoniian
nesta is breathless by the time the piece of music comes to an end, but the adrenaline is still coursing steadily in her veins and has her holding eris’ hand with just as much fervour as when he was spinning her across the floor. she guides him away from the dancefloor; further away from the prying eyes that burn their way into her back. the layout of the hewn city still evades her, but instinct kicks in and leads her to a quiet spot. her heart is hammering as she eyes him carefully, strangely concerned about his response to her upcoming words after the intimacy of their dance, but she’s tired of keeping secrets – of being a pawn.
“ i need to apologise to you. for letting you believe that something could ever come of this. the truth is i don’t want to get married. not to anyone. not for a long time. a wife is all i was ever meant to be and now that i have the opportunity to be something more than that... i don’t want to be someone’s wife, especially not for an alliance. ” silence fills the air, even as she can hear the instruments start up again from the great hall, but when eris’ lips meet her own it’s the sound of ringing that fills her ears. she’s still at first, back rigid with the confusion and surprise, but after a few moments she lifts herself up onto her toes – returning the kiss despite the voice in her head wondering what about her words possessed him to want to kiss her.
SEAN TEALE as DARIO ROSALINE (2022) dir. Karen Maine
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feeling a lot better today but my manager offered me the next two days off work as well so i’ve snatched that offer up. taking it easy and keeping warm but i’m going to work on queuing as many replies on here and @sunsetstained while i have the time.
gwyn, nesta and emerie 🖤
nesta isn’t sure which sound she likes more: azriel’s flesh slapping against her own, his guttural moan on her tongue, or the promise of his words.
“ we could fuck for days and never stop… ”
they wash over her, a white hot heat coursing through her body and travelling to her extremities. she curls her fingertips into her palms, dispelling the urge to let the pent up energy flow from her. once she’s satisfied that the burn of flames will remain within, her hands are on him again. fingers twist into the dark mess of hair at the nape of his neck, while the other travels down to his hips, her nails clawing at him in encouragement with each thrust. he may just fuck her into oblivion and she’d welcome it, all she can do is arch her body into his and try to hold on. she’s so captivated by where their bodies join, the way she feels with him buried to the hilt, that it takes a moment for her to register that they’re no longer in the dining room; that the wood beneath her has been replaced by something softer.
the sensation of fingertips on sensitive skin calls her back to her senses, and a small sound of disappointment escapes her when his tongue is no longer gliding against hers; soon replaced by a moan when his lips find her nipple in a way that makes her grind her hips up against his. “ fuck azriel. ” nesta hisses, eyes closing to shield herself from the stars that burst in her vision each time he pounds into her core. it's all she can do it focus her breathing on not falling apart just yet. it had alwats been obvious to her that he’d be a good fuck but she hadn’t anticipated this. he’s fucking her to the point of weakness, every muscle in her body seems to tremble beneath his thrusts, and his words threaten to make her come undone.
“ slower… ” the word escapes her through gritted teeth, and she finds the strength to meet his thrusts with her own, dictating a more deliberate pace, one that allows her to savour every inch and curve of him as he brushes her sensitive core. soon she finds the strength to manoeuvre them so that she can be on top. the new angle of his member inside of her is dizzying and she kisses azriel while she steadies herself, her tongue grazing his. she presses a finger to his throat, darkened eyes full of warning “ – don’t come yet. as much as i'd like to feel you spill inside me, i need to taste you first. ”
his words from earlier flood back to her. that he might like to watch. and she leans back to give him a good view of her body, of the place where their bodies connect as she rides him, one hand gripping his strong thigh while the other finds her clit. her thumb caresses the bundle of nerves, but her fingertips find the base of his cock and she strokes as much of him as he can as he slips from her cunt. nesta’s eyelids are heavy, but she keeps her gaze fixed on azriel’s face as she touches herself. it’s not the first time she’s pleasured herself with him as part of the fantasy. the flush of her skin deepens at the thought of some of her daydreams and she grinds against him, hips forming a figure eight and lips parted as her release draws closer. he had her close to the edge anyway. she would have come for him regardless, but taking back control helps her to relax enough for her body to give way to her climax. nesta’s hand stills, but she continues to ride him as her body shudders, his name a song on her tongue.
without taking a moment to catch her breath - still too full of lust to have any semblance of patience - nesta lifts her hips and lets his shaft spring free from her. it leaves her feeling empty and raw but she concentrates on fulfilling another desire. her lips find his skin, and she trails open mouth kisses across his neck and chest; her thumb sweeping his nipple curiously, to see if that’s something he might like. she moves lower, eyes alight once again as her tongue dips into the contours of his toned stomach, and she settles between his thighs.
something akin to delight crosses her features as she observes him, every inch still glistening with her arousal. she presses his length to his stomach, a curled finger teasing the veined underside, and follows her touch with the tip of her tongue; trailing him from balls to the head of his cock before sucking the swollen tip between her lips with a hum of satisfaction. her fingers curl around the base of his shaft and she’s utterly determined to take as much of him as she can. nesta relaxes her throat as she pumps the rest of him, but she has to release him, taps the head of his cock against her tongue before taking him again - further this time. her eyes sting with the effort, but she finds a steady rhythm and silently urges him to twitch and release for her; massages his balls with her free hand to stir him.
& HE KNOWS she wasn't as ready as she wanted or needed to be, but he lives to serve those who love him . . . and she was the exception. she didn't have to love him, she just had to respect him. so when her arms wrapped around him, his own wrapped around her body to cling her to him. his hips ground into her, his thrusting still in time with her hammering heart. azriel had no problem fucking her into the table, hoping the groaning wood wouldn't crack and splinter underneath them. in these moments, its when he feels the least control . . . when he feels the most like those war-mongering people who only want to breed, fuck, and fight. with nesta, he doesn't feel entirely that type of uncontrolled. it's a mutual lack of control . . . and he welcomes it.
a scarred hand slams back onto table to steady them as the other wraps around the back of her neck to hold her body up close to his as he fucks her. each time he slams his cock back into her tight core, he has to stifle a groan that threatens to escape. each movement is absolute bliss for the shadowsinger, but she doesn't need to know every thrust has him hurtling for the edge. it's the feel of her fluttering around his cock and her lips on his skin that sends a wildfire down his spine, directly to where they're joined.
azriel speaks, despite her teeth gripping his bottom lip, " you're fae now.. " she lets go and he smirks against her mouth, " we could fuck for days and never stop. " his mouth is on hers again, his fingertips pressing hard into her neck to bring her body flush up against his own. he pounds harder, the table groaning and shifting at his strength. azriel moans into her mouth, messily and uncharacteristically loud, just before he's picking her up off the table. his mouth doesn't leave hers as he walks, her legs around his waist. he shifts to his knees and places her back onto the carpet near the couch in the next room.
as if they hadn't moved, azriel resumes his ministrations and groans into her open mouth, his own still covering hers. his palm slides up her thigh, pulling her leg around him tighter. the other hand finds her breast, kneading the flesh there. rough fingertips pinch her nipple, then rolling the rosy bud between them. azriel breaks from their tonging and leans down to capture the peaked breast in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple the way he did her clit. " mmm. " he hums against her skin, pulling back slightly to look up at her. " i will taste you again. " it's not an ask, not a suggestion: he will. azriel flattens his tongue and slides it slowly against her breast, over the most sensitive part. " i will make you come on my tongue alone. " he moves back up to her face, brushing his lips against hers as he continues to slam his cock into her, " i will fuck you with my fingers until you're screaming for more. " to add emphasis, he pushes his hand between them and finds her clit. he rubs it in time with his thrusts and her heartbeat. he can feel her entire body sing with pleasure and he can feel himself pushing closer to the edge.
nesta is still acclimating to her new fae ears. to the way she can hear a pin drop, and can understand the nuances in how different people’s footsteps sound. she’s fairly confident of rhysand’s approach before he knocks, but she sighs at the sound of his knuckles against the old door. stretches her neck from one side to the other in anticipation. there’s no use in pretending not to hear him; much less in pretending that she’s not there. in terms of stubbornness they’re two sides of the same coin, and if she can hear him, he can absolutely hear her.
she closes her book carefully, tucking the delicate fabric bookmark between the pages, and sets it down. of course he would appear just as it was getting good – the high lord has a talent for interrupting her distractions. nesta shrugs the blanket from her shoulders and lifts herself from the thread bare chair to stalk across the small room. she eyes the array of locks on her door warily, hesitating to make a start on them; knows that once they’re all unlocked and the door is open she’ll have to be seen again. judged.
each click, click, click is torture, but she masks her features into neutrality before opening the door ( just a crack ) and glaring up at her brother in law. suddenly she finds herself wishing that she’d kept the blanket over her shoulders; that she had something to pull close around her withering torso. nesta has been carefully avoiding just about everybody as much as possible, but there are times when even she can’t refuse. she’s aware of how they look at her. she loathes every second. the sooner they get this over with, the better. “ what do you want, rhysand? "
starter for @moondevoured
Intimidation was not something he'd felt...possibly ever. Amren had come close, but her softer streaks, even though they were few and far between, had given him enough incentive to treat her with the standard casualty reserved for his inner circle.
His relationship with Nesta, however, was strenuous at best. And Mother above, he'd be lying if he'd claim he wasn't at least a little bit intimidated by her. Nobody knew exactly what the Cauldron had brought forth, what she'd taken from it, but he shuddered at the sheer thought of just how deep that power ran, even with the Cauldron being unmade.
She had changed, that is all anyone could conclude. And he saw the weight of that change on his mate's shoulders as well as her sister's. It was frustrating for an outsider to behold at the best of times.
There was a moment's hesitation before he willed himself to knock on her door. Not for fear of being faced with her, but concern for the state he would find her in. He'd seen it in Feyre, those long months after Under The Mountain. The trauma eating away at her, her mind as well as her physical body wasting away. But at least he'd managed to get her back on the track to recovery. With Nesta? He could only try.
First things first. He had to make another attempt to get her to warm up to him. To involve her. He owed the sisters, all three of them, that much after what they'd been through.
which core aesthetic are you?
mooncore
why do people hype the sun so much? the moon is RIGHT THERE, and she's the prettiest thing in your life. you find comfort in the night, the quietness of it all perfectly mirrors your personality. despite your shyness, you're actually a very romantic person, and i'm willing to bet you're a yearning wlw. you dream of your future wife, with whom you'll be able to share all the quiet moments you cherish so much without awkwardness, but until you find her, you know the moon will keep you company.
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give us what was promised, sarah you coward.
" that's a very pretty way of saying that you like to cause trouble. " the light in nesta's eyes veers between cautious and entertained. even she has to admit that kol mikaelson has an infectious charisma ( one that's easy to respond to ) but not enough for her to let her guard down in his presence. something about his energy feels unusual to her in a way that reminds her of the harp. older than she could imagine; mysterious & mischevious in a way that could very well make him capable of anything. " — don't tell me you're here to cause trouble, kol. "
@moondevoured, nesta archeron required a one liner.
" some accept their fate. i try to defy my fate. "
Hayley Marshall | 2x11
I love when people are genuinely excited about our plots/ships. I love when I’m not the only one who’s like “!!!” I love it. @ my partners you will literally never annoy me by being overly excited about our ships I love it so much.
it was a wonder nesta made it through any morning without touching cassian when the sight she woke up to was always so delicious. after spending a few moments in the doorway, her simmering gaze raking across his muscled back and bare ass, she'd finally given in to temptation; allowing her lips to speak the idea that crossed her mind. there was no doubt that he'd follow. cassian isn’t subtle, she knows exactly what he’s doing when he presses a kiss to her shoulder. and she knows exactly what she’s doing when she curves into the touch, giving him a better view of her breasts.
“ — do you really think i’d invite you to a regular bath? ” nesta cranes her neck to look at him, eyebrows poised. she wouldn’t, purely because it would be too distracting. neither of them are particularly skilled at keeping their hands to themselves for long. as if to prove her point, her palm finds 'little cass' and she caresses and coaxes him. “ don’t you dare tell him to calm down, i have big plans for him. ” right on cue ( the house always has such perfect timing ) the running water comes to a stop and nesta gestures for cassian to get in. " warriors first, i'll need somewhere to sit. "
❛ i’m gonna go shower … you wanna join ? ❜ /bathe | @moondevoured
HIS LARGE BODY WAS SPLAYED ON THE BED, cassian on his stomach and wings resting against him. his legs and arms slid against the sheets, a groan of the morning accompanying his movements as his arms appeared from beneath the pillows. as soon as he heard nesta's words, his body came alive and hummed with promise. cassian turned and casually rolled off the bed, onto the balls of his feet with a single, swift movement. it was something of what a silent cat might have done and not a massive illyrian warrior.
cassian found nesta in the bathing chamber, standing near the running water of the gigantic tub. he slid his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, his large form enveloping hers. he snuck a peek at her giving breasts, disguising it as a casual kiss to her shoulder. " is this a regular bath? should i tell little cass to calm down? "
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE YEARNING
❝ you need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need. ❞
❝ look, i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here. ❞
❝ i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there. ❞
❝ you asked me once, if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed. but. ask me again? sometime— doesn’t have to be today. maybe tomorrow just. ask me again. ❞
❝ i know i can’t protect you from everything, but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control. ❞
❝ i used to have so much faith. maybe not in deities or something but, in the world. the universe. i believed their was a purpose to it all. i’m not sure when i lost that. ❞
❝ have you ever had something…missing? like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is. ❞
❝ sometimes, i just need the world to be beautiful. i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes. ❞
❝ i was sort’ve hoping you needed me. is that selfish? ❞
❝ people need someone to see them for what they are and not just see it but accept it. i want to be that person for anyone i can…but it can be so suffocating to be that person and also remain unseen. ❞
❝ sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be. ❞
❝ you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me. do you know how that feels? just see me. please. ❞
❝ i want to deserve you. i’m trying to deserve you. ❞
❝ i know i fucked up. i know i did but don’t shut me out anymore. let me in. please let in. ❞
❝ every time you smile at me, i memorize it. i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you. no matter what happens between us, that’s what i’ll remember. ❞
❝ i can’t help but think there’s got to be something out there for me, somewhere. just some place where i actually feel like i belong. ❞
❝ the world is so big. why do i never feel like i fit into it? ❞
❝ when i’m with you i feel like myself. i feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and i feel good about it— i feel good about who i am when i’m with you. ❞
❝ do you like me? i know you love me. i know you care about me but. do you like who i am? ❞
❝ i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection. ❞
❝ just take my hand and close your eyes. pretend we’re anywhere else but here. ❞
❝ so, what would you be? if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy, what would your life look like? ❞
❝ do you even know what it does to me? every time i see you cry, any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart? ❞
❝ i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore. i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that. you’re part of who i am now. the most important piece of me. ❞
❝ every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you. ❞
❝ i’m only really living in the moments when we’re together. the rest is just existing until you look at me again. ❞
❝ it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you. everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind, pulling me towards you. ❞
❝ you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all. ❞
❝ i no longer know where i end and you begin. you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly, you’re all i feel anymore. ❞
❝ you’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it. ❞
❝ i don’t have perfect words. i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit. so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you. i don’t know if you want me. but i’m yours. and at this point however it is you need me, i’m here. ❞
❝ you’re the only thing that matters anymore. i can’t eat, i can’t sleep— all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song. you’re all i think about. i’m useless except when i’m yours. ❞
❝ i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh. i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again. ❞
❝ when your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. ❞
❝ just let me look at you for a little bit. ❞
❝ i would do anything for you. all my lines and rules. they mean nothing when it comes to you. it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy. ❞
