moving on. i will not be interacting with any whitewashed muses from the acotar series, and that includes: rhysand, cassian, azriel, thesan, lucien, helion, miryam, drakon, emerie and many more. these muses are coded to be people of color, some also outright stated. there are tons of poc faceclaims that are available, and if you have trouble finding any fitting ones just shoot me a message and i’ll help you out. furthermore, i will not be interacting with any anti nesta or lucien blogs, and i ship elucien. if you dislike elucien in favor of elriel, i absolutely don’t mind. we all have our ships and that is super normal. i just don’t want to see ship wars on my dash or anything like that.

me trying to continuously revamp vs me also having insane graphic burnout from twitter rp and not knowing where the hell to begin with nesta because she is so prECIOUS to me and i only want the best graphics on here 

it kind of stings ? ? or feels weird when you try to join a fandom n it doesn’t work out . no one’s obligated to interact nor follow ( which i absolutely understand ) , but it does make me pause n wonder what it is ab my blog , or writing . anyways . i’m back here ! ! also thinking of archiving this blog and moving to a new one because i’ve had this blog for years .

she enjoys his voice when he's upset - - - let him see how SHE feels , trapped into the corner like a wolf , in this loveless marriage that has been forced upon her , shackling her to him like a mere ANIMAL . it does not matter that there have been moments of kindness , rare shared glances over dinner and the other silently allowing what would've been an argument to drop . right now , all there is to her is overwhelming fury and the vague sensation that perhaps he is playing the same game as her . and it adds to the feeling that she is losing control , and then there is that matter of how when he clenches his jaw or looks at her with his eyes near stormy she feels something shift in her body , feels the need to near clamp her thighs together to ignore what she knows is want . it is always anger and then lust , and then silence . the two do not know how to do anything else , how to attempt to perceive the other in a lens that is not clouded by their past and the desire they have to remain independent , IN CONTROL .

her eyes narrow at his words , and there are the usual retorts that surface , the words that are barbed and as lethal as any knife , and she knows that if she is to wield them they will hit true , and sink into him as surely as they have in the past . she considers her options , mulling over the most vicious ones of all before she stills at the sight of his arms straining against his shirt . another pause , and her mouth dries , and it takes one look at the handsome features that she'd grown to both despise and lust after before she LUNGES . her kiss is not gentle , but a claiming , hungry and somewhat rough and a promise of how she wants this argument to end . ❛  stop talking .   ❜ she bites out , the words a murmur against his lips . and that is that .

it's rare that she rises before him . the world is often not hers until the periwinkle sky is chased away by the kind embrace of the sun , and despite the practice sessions that creep closer and closer to dawn , she still tends to rise when his side of the bed is cold . but not today , she notes with smug satisfaction . a hand is extended , and she brushes at a tendril of hair that had fallen onto his face . it is a gesture that hints at intimacy , one she would have shied away from months ago , but he is her mate . she is his and he is hers . anything else would be unthinkable , UNBEARABLE . his eyes flutter open at her touch and her smile is as bright as the dawn . a gentle , chaste kiss is pressed against his lips before she shifts in his arms . ❛  good morning .   ❜

my nesta right now is rusty, yes, but ! i never got to make a post ab the parallels between the nesta i developed n acosf nesta ? ? it felt very . . . nice in a way to see that a lot of what i set as headcanons a year or two before acosf were made canon ! ! besides a thread that me n lacey wrote essentially being a chapter in the book , it was the way i essentially had the relationship w her mom down to the t , and mentioned that she did learn how to dance , n how she truly pushed cassian away because she blamed herself for the loss of her parents n father , n how she didn’t want to be responsible for losing him too . i’ve never had a muse that i related to and understood so well , but seeing my writing and my headcanons for her essentially being canon . . . it’s one of the best feelings a writer can have . 🥺

( @evermxre​ ) - - - she can’t remember if she’s ever sought him out , if she’s ever attempted to speak to him without the intention of making him absolutely miserable ( if she is to be shackled to him , then he is to feel her wrath ) , yet here she is . she stiffens at the door of his studies , lips pressing into a firm line before she pushes it open . her mouth twitches to one side once she catches sight of him , HER HUSBAND . while he has his uses ( quite capable in the bedroom ) , this is not a marriage she otherwise would have wanted , would have sought out . but she would do well to remember this is not one of the novels she fills herself on ; life , it seems , does not consist of happy endings . her mother , with her schemes , had seen to that .         ❛  how am I to have a parcel sent here ?   ❜     no good afternoon , no kindness . the only kindness he’d ever received from her was lips brushing against his collarbones , his neck . that was the only language the two shared when they were not sparring verbally , or if they sought out the comfort that they shared with their bodies . that was what it was , even if she rejected it , even when she pretended that he was nothing more than a male that she would torment . however , it was a truth even she could not handle .        ❛  MY DARLING HUSBAND .   ❜     she adds as an afterthought , the words overly saccharine , almost dripping with honey . 

@pillageddeath

“ funny i have nothing to prove to you, “ coldly, the response is aimed at the other - and alina has never backed down from a fight before, and likely never would. “ it’s almost like you aren’t in charge. “

nesta archeron’s answering smile is colder than the gap between stars , and her wrath is infinite ; she stiffens before turning , a queen appearing before her court . she may not be the squaller nazyalensky , but she is heartrender archeron , with a vicious temper and even crueler grasp over a power that is DEATHKISSED . her eyes are stormy when they settle on the meek sunsummoner ( who seems pathetic to her , like a kitten lost from her litter ) and her silence is without limit . silence is a weapon , one that signals patience and mastery over emotion , and more often than not , is used well to intimidate others . nesta excelled in her studies and the darkling , it seemed , was her favorite teacher .         ❛  and are you in charge ?   ❜     croons nesta , picking at a nonexistent speck of lint on her kefta .         ❛  are you capable of keeping me quiet , SUNSUMMONER ?   ❜     she turns to the other heartrenders that surround her , likely the nastiest grisha in the keep . she was a reflection of her company , of those that had her turned her into the warped , cruel version of herself now .         ❛  i can still smell the orphanage on you . are the showers here not to your liking ? or were there no showers there at all for you ?   ❜