i want this to go on forever and ever

My personal head cannon is that Carmilla kept her childhood home and would occasionally hide away there when ever she wants to be left alone.  All the locals obviously think it’s haunted and won’t go anywhere near it.  Anyways, after saving the world, she takes Laura there.  Laura wakes up early and takes that opportunity to explore the place (even though Carmilla told her not to wander off by herself because the place is old and some parts aren’t entirely structurally sound).

If I had and capacity for writing I’d give you an accompanying fic, but I don’t so instead you get an illustration. 

P.S. My full portrait of Mircalla can be found here

a softer world sentence starters.
  • ❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜ 
  • ❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜
  • ❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜
  • ❛ if you love something let it go. ❜
  • ❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜
  • ❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜
  • ❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜
  • ❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜
  • ❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜
  • ❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜
  • ❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜
  • ❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜
  • ❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜
  • ❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜
  • ❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜
  • ❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜
  • ❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜
  • ❛ we’re too far from help. ❜
  • ❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜
  • ❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜ 
  • ❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜
  • ❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜
  • ❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜
  • ❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜
  • ❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜

one of the reasons people with bpd handle people rejecting them/abandoning them so hard is bc we base our identities around these people we get attached to. how THEY feel about us is who we ARE, in our minds. if they love us, we base our identities around that and believe we are loveable. if they leave us or decide they don’t like us anymore, we believe we are unloveable because we have no concrete sense of who we are, apart from how other people feel about us.

Just found out 2x06 was written by Andrew Kreisberg, a straight cis white male, and Caitlin Parrish. 

Kreisberg said that he did research on the LGBT community and how and why people realize they’re LGBT. He asked his LGBT friends questions and got answers. He said he wants to handle the topic with respect and promised neither Alex or Maggie would die, especially from BYG. He and Parrish have delivered the most beautiful episode I have ever seen. And I am in complete awe because I wouldn’t have expected a story line from someone so privileged.

If his privileged self can touch the hearts of thousands of LGBT people across the globe then the other writers have some work to do. You can respect an entire community even if you don’t belong in it.

Letting go is not freedom. It’s downing a bottle of whiskey and sobbing until the sun comes up. It’s four a.m when your heart aches too much for you to sleep. It’s seeing and remembering every time your eyes fall shut. It is a pain of its own kind; a wound replacing a wound. It’s beginning to wonder whether hanging on could ever hurt as much as this.
—  stolenallthestars, I don’t want to miss him forever | h.m.

They lay beneath the sheets feeling eachothers gentle breath on their face. They attempt to keep eye contact, but she’s forever shying away from eyes, even his. He gently persuades her to grasp his hand as a replacement, to feel his every finger clasping onto hers.

“My hand is a rope, and you are drowning. I am rescuing you from whoever threw you overboard, I promise I won’t let you go.”

He whispers into her ear, trying to phrase it peefectly. She thinks it’s the most intimate sentence she’s ever heard, but she can’t help trying to push his hand away.

“I threw myself over, I don’t want to be saved.”

He sighs, and forces his hand back into hers with an eye roll.

“I love you, and these awful conversations.”

He grins, and it makes her laugh. She does love him, and that’s enough.

Do you know that feeling when you just want to hide under the blankets and pillows and sleep deeply and never ever woke up? Can someone wake me up when my heart stops breaking into pieces? Can I just sleep forever and concoct my own dreams and live happily ever after? Can someone wake me up when the world rights itself and everything is already blissfully happy? Can someone, just anyone please put me to sleep? I just want to sleep forever, heart beating, mind wandering, soul at peace. And no, I don’t want to die. See? There’s that tiny hairline difference.
—  cynthia go // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #1 ( @cynthiatingo )
Newt Scamander- Looking after his creatures with him.

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Authors note: I’m so in love with Newt it hurts. Second ever head canon post. I will forever apologise if this is bad.

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- Before going into his case he would tell you to be careful because he doesn’t want any of his creatures to escape again or for any of them to get hurt.

- The second you got in his case Newt would look at you to see your facial expression.

- You’d be amazed by all of his creatures of every shape and size. Just look at them they are all so adorable.

- Newt would give you food of some sorts and tell you to feed some of the more gentle creatures because deep down he is terrified that you will get hurt.

- Newt wouldn’t stop watching you, either to make sure you were ok or to just admire you.

- If anything was to happen to you, you’d know that Newt would be next to you in a matter of seconds.

- Newt would freak out a bit and you’d have to calm him down enough to get him to think straight.

- Newt would hate to tell off the creature that hurt you but he also want to protect you at all costs, even though he doesn’t show it.

- Lots of hugs and him worrying that you’d be scared of his creatures or hate him but you’d tell him you don’t because things like this are bound to happen.

- You’d tell him that it wasn’t the creatures fault and that next time you should learn more about the creature before trying to look after them.

- With this you’d turn to see Newt looking at you as if he knew what you were going to ask him, you’d be able to see the excitement in his eyes.

- After you ask Newt to teach you about all of his creatures you’d be up all night walking around his case watching and learning about each and every creature Newt had, you love how excited he got when talking about his creatures.

- After a while Newt would trust you to go down into his case and look after his creatures on your own but he’d still come down to admire you because he’s so in love with you but doesn’t know how to tell you.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘cause I know that you feel me somehow. You’re the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now.”

“And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life. And sooner or later is over… I just don’t wanna miss you tonight.”

When your best friend @princess-kurama makes you listen “-Iris- Goo Goo Dolls” and you fall in love with it to the point you cry. And you fall in love with those six, animal-animated couples too. 

years down the line, when they’ve both been forcibly dragged into adulthood, and the rush of “i love you i want you i want to stare into your eyes forever” calms down a bit, maintaining the romance gets harder. in many ways, their relationship is better now than it’s ever been - now that isak is more aware of even’s boundaries, now that even has more of a grasp on isak’s relationship with his parents and the internalized homophobia he dealt with for years. they’ve fallen into a routine, and it’s not bad exactly, but a part of even misses when it would take him a few minutes in the morning to remember that’s isak lying next to him, when he’d still get butterflies in his stomach every time isak let himself fully look at him.

still, he’s surprised on their anniversary when isak throws down his fancy napkin at this fancy restaurant and asks, “do you remember our first kiss? fuck it, do you think it’d be less awkward a second time?” his eyes are shining. “let’s recreate it?”

and, well, isak’s not the spontaneous one in their relationship. even’s the one who fell in love with epic dramas at nine and made that his life calling. but after all these years, there are still layers of isak left for him to uncover.

“uh…we may be pushing our luck with breaking and entering a second time,” even says, and since when has even been the responsible one? it’s not a good look on him, but he’d already been chewed out by his assistant for blaming too many of his antics on artistic license. sooner or later, someone would call him out on his bullshit. 

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Dear Sebastian Stan

I want to thank you. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being the driving force that keeps me going every day. Thank you for putting up with trolls every day just to make your fans happy. Thank you for doing such an amazing job as an actor. Thank you for being an amazing person. Thank you for being you! 

                                          I love you forever!

RBG is going to live forever

“The bench is now my porch. I’m gonna sit on it all day and scream ‘No!! Get out of my yard!’“

“I’ve hidden horcruxes in all the Talbotses in the DC metro area”

“Hey Mike Pence, sorry ya looked at Magnum PI once and ya got a quarter-chub and you’ve been haunted by it ever since. And that’s a Gay GinsBurn”

I just really want to talk about this sketch because I needed to see it after her Hillary Hallelujah. HH is the mourning song we all need, and it shone a light on all the painful cracks in our hearts. And this? This is the joyful rallying cry our souls need.

We will not back down. They cannot take our fire, our love, or our humor. This skit is where Kate reminds us of this. We see her laugh, dance, be goofy. We see her mourn, and then passionately be her joyful, playful self. She reminds us that we are beings of light and shadows cannot live in our souls. We will unapologetically glow and fuel the light in each other through connection, empathy, humor, and joy. We will be tender and goofy and playful. Fighting against bullies who want us to hate ourselves as much as they hate themselves, we will love ourselves and each other. That is how we fight because that is how we live.

things about love that i know yet need to keep learning

1. don’t chase after someone that doesn’t want to be chased
2. if someone can go to bed knowing you’re crying then they don’t care about you
3. if someone leaves you have to let them
4. you can’t keep giving 100% for someone who gives you 0% in return forever no matter how much you love them
5. just because you love someone with your whole heart doesn’t mean they’ll ever love you back
6. don’t be with someone who never asks you about your day
7. you can’t need them if they don’t need you
8. you deserve all the love that you give

BTS Cuddling

Aww, this is going to be so freaking adorable, I’m blushing!!!

JIN

Originally posted by bts0726

Originally posted by painfulblisss

I Imagine Jin to be the most romantic out of Bangtan. He’s sweet, Gentle, Loving, Motherly, so no doubt his cuddles would be the same way. You would intertwine your small fingers with his bigger ones, gently touch each other defiantly give sweet soft pecks all over, Neck, Lips, Forehead, Hand, Stomach, where ever he could reach and make you feel warm.

SUGA

Originally posted by mn-yg

Originally posted by hopeless-hugger

He wouldn’t admit he wants to cuddle, of course he wants to, just lie there with you in his warm embrace forever. But he would play a little ’ Hard to Get ’ and wait for you to get all pouty and make him cuddle. He would grumble like “ Ya~ im trying to sleep ” but he loves it a whole lot.

J-HOPE

Originally posted by jiminb

Originally posted by momentarilyforgotten

Don’t expect these cuddles from this ball of sunshine to be calm and cozy ones. It will break into a tickle fight very easily when he’s feeling happy(which is all the time) you’d laugh so hard, you would snort and make him laugh even harder. You would also try to find his most ticklish spots, but he would only prevent you. Once you two were out of breath, most defiantly he would hug you closely and fall asleep.

RAPMONSTER

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Originally posted by relationshipaims

The cuddles from this clumsy boy would be very soothing and calm. He would start a small conversation with you, holding you tightly to his chest as he spoke about his day and all the stressful things on his mind that he needed to rant about, and what better person than you. Of course he would also let you talk and let you rant, he would be more than happy to listen and give you some dorky advice that really help.

JIMIN

Originally posted by bwipsul

Originally posted by hopeless-hugger

Cuddling with this boy would be every. Single. Day. He would be the type to cuddle you more than you cuddling him, wrapping his arms around you waist tightly so everyone knew you were his and only his. He’d also be pouty and jealous if he caught you cuddling a stuffed animal or a pillow instead of him. If it was not him, he would defiantly rip away whatever you were cuddling and he would replace it with himself.

V

Originally posted by jinkooks

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Where do i begin with this boy? He would love cuddles and get so happy when you asked for them. But these cuddles would not be one position, OH NO, cuddling with him would be changing positions every minute. We’ve seen how he sleeps, his cuddles will result in every pose possible. None the less, you love them.

JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by jibeom

Originally posted by justdrethings

He would be very protective of you, holding you tightly to his chest as he mumbles sweet nothings and tells you that you’re the greatest and you two make a better couple than others(we all know how competitive he can be) He would stroke your hair and also reassure you that he will always be by your side and protect you from the danger in this world.

Thank you for requesting!!

~Mocha

“ACOWAR Epilogue : Safe Space”

It’s now been three years after the defeat of the King of Hybern. None of us thought we would make it this far, or be as happy as we are, but here we stand, backs straight, and smiles on our faces. 

After the war with the King of Hybern which destroyed major parts of all the Prythian courts, Rhysand teamed up with Tarquin and Helion, deciding once and for all, to get rid of the thing that haunted them all. Amarantha. 

They made Under the Mountain a safe space. Any Fae, from any court and any lineage, bastard-born or the heir to the throne, was welcome always and forever. It was there, no one had to worry about titles, or duties, or honor, or death and loss. They could let go, be free, and just be faes. 

At first, I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to go back to Under the Mountain. Every time I even thought about it, I still felt the pain of my spine cracking, and I relived those horrible tasks. Rhys understood each time I said next time. 

Though, when Cassian and Azriel had started a plan to rip out every rock that formed the mountain, he wasn’t as understanding. Eventually those three bats braced the darkness of the mountain together, and Mor only went with them when I was ready. 

Finally, I agreed. Mor winnowed us there and I paused as I looked up at the Mountain. Mor gripped my hand gently and she smiled, linking our fingers. “For a couple of useless males, they did an okay job”

Okay was the understatement of the year, and that was considering all the stupid understatements Cassian made daily. I grinned at the large courtyard that surrounded the mountain in seven sections. One for each court. Each section lead into one of the cave-hallways and I suppose they each then lead into Under the Mountain. 

“You ready?” Mor asked, guiding us down the Night Court courtyard. I nodded at fellow Night Court faes and they all bowed, their fingers brushing their brows.  It had taken me a while to stop bowing back, but with Cassian and Azriel both mocking me, and making horrid high pitched voices, I learned quickly. 

“I was re-born ready” Mor laughed and we both walked through the cave-walkway. Mor tugged on my hand and I knew she felt Azriel somewhere near by, probably lurking in the shadows as always. 

I sped up my stride and we finally entered the main throne room. I sucked in my breath and Mor swore gently. She rubbed her chin and shook her head, swearing once more. “Okay so maybe they did more than an okay job”

I snorted softly and shook my head. Fourteen thrones wrapped around the room in a circle. Gone was Amarantha’s throne, gone were her torture devices, gone was the Wyrm, gone were the spikes that almost killed Lucien, gone were the horrid memories. 

What replaced all that, was absolutely stunning. Symbols stood over the respective thrones, for the different courts. I looked for the falling stars and moon and finally found Rhysand’s throne. And mine. “Wait, fourteen thrones would mean-”

“Yes,” Tarquin said. He walked down from the Summer Court entrance way smiling. I grinned and walked over to him, smiling. He had a scar that ran across his face, just like we all had scars now. “I think Rhysand wanted to share the news with you, but we all came to a unanimous decision. In honor of you, Feyre Archeron, High Lady of the Night Court, and all the countless times you have saved us, the courts have agreed to have High Ladies” 

I grinned and hugged Tarquin tightly and Mor chuckled from behind us. I knew Tarquin was blushing without even having to look up, but I hugged him tighter. He rubbed my back a bit awkwardly and I laughed, pulling away. “Rhysand won’t hurt you”

“Well, he might” Azriel said. He stepped smoothly out of the shadows, wrapping his arms around Mor. I wriggled my eyebrows at him and Azriel squirmed uncomfortably for a moment. 

“Oh my gods” I fanned myself and I shook my head, clutching at my chest, “You’re displaying your affections? Publicly? Oh Azriel, the scandal you will cause. The whole of Prythian will be talking about this moment”

“Feyre,” Azriel growled, with a hint of a whine in his voice. Mor laughed and she kissed his cheek gently and suddenly they both disappeared within the shadows. I smiled and turned back to Tarquin, squeezing his hand. 

“And do you have a High Lady, Tarquin?” 

The young High Lord of the Summer Court blushed again. I nodded and tapped his chest gently, fixing his shirt. “Go get her, fishy” His blush spread as he quickly walked away, his white hair glowing. 

I shook my head and began to walk again, looking around. There were seven circular levels above the throne room, each most likely filled with chambers for each court. First was the Summer Court, then the Autumn Court, then the Winter Court, followed by the Day, Dawn, and finally Spring and Night. 

Of course the Night Court was at the top. I let my wings loose from my back and I shot into the sky, flying past the different courts. Fey waved at me and I waved back, smiling at the Prythians. It was like one big family now. We were all brought together because of Amarantha and the King. 

I landed on the Autumn Court level first. I walked down the hallways, fascinated with all the reds, browns, and golds. It felt warm, and fire places roared along the hallways. I continued to walk until I got to the High Lord and High Lady room. 

“Come in, Feyre” Lucien’s voice said just before I opened the door. I pushed it open and poked my head in, grinning at my brother-in-law and sister. Elain sat on the couch, her legs crossed under her. She read through some paperwork and Lucien was looking over her shoulder, knitting. 

I barked out a laugh and rushed in. Elain jumped up and Lucien grunted, rubbing his nose since Elain’s head had smacked it. I ran to my sister and we crashed together, Elain gripping me tightly. “Oh Feyre, you finally came. Isn’t it wonderful here?” Elain smiled up at me. 

“Yes, the sight of Lucien knitting while you deal with paperwork was definitely worth the trip” Lucien grumbled and he set down his knitting needles, slowly pulling at the brown and gold yarn before getting up. He walked over and hugged me gently, and I wrapped my arms around his back. 

“Are you alright, Lucien?” I asked, not for the first time. I looked up my friend, slowly brushing his red hair out of his eyes. Lucien gave a sad grin as I took in his other eye. 

“At least I match now. It was worth it, Feyre. Redemption and your forgiveness. I will never forgive myself for letting Tamlin do what he did to you. In this case, my screams and actions spoke louder than any words” I nodded mutely and hugged him again. Lucien smiled and he placed his hand on my head and the other one on Elain’s, brushing the tip of her ear. 

“I rather like it,” Elain said, walking back over to the couch. She sat down and grinned, uncapping a pen with her teeth, “It makes him look like the hottest High Lord in existence” Elain winked and a blush slowly crept up Lucien’s neck. 

“Hey, now” I said, wrapping my arm around my brother-in-law’s waist, “You forget what man I brought home first”

“Rhysand?” Elain asked, tilting her hand to the side. She shook her hand back in forth, and said, “So so. I mean I get the whole wingspan thing, but really, what else does he offer?”

I gasped and threw a couch pillow at Elain and she laughed. Lucien rolled his eyes and he walked back over to the couch, sitting behind Elain. He draped his arms around her neck and Elain brushed the two long scars over both his now mechanical eyes, before going back to the paper work. 

And Lucien picked up his knitting needles, smiling down at his wife. “I’ll leave you two alone” I waved goodbye, before closing their door behind me. I spread my wings once more and shot into the air, soaring past the Winter Court. 

As I flew past the Day Court, I waved down at Helion. He lifted his hand up in greeting, before turning to the chocolate-skinned female beside him. She wore a dress of gold, with a white crown on her head. I bowed my head to her and she bowed back, then I soared higher. 

Finally, I felt at home. My feet landed on the granite black floors, littered with patterns of stars. I smiled and walked down the hallways, that all curved into a large circle. I turned left, going deeper into the structure. I heard Cassian’s voice and I stopped short, hiding in a curve of the walls. 

“Come on, Ness” Cassian said. I looked past the wall and I saw Cassian boxing my sister in, pressing her against the wall. I held back my amused snort as Nesta stared up at him, an amused eyebrow raised. “Please,” He flicked her nose, “Please”, another flick, “Come on Nessie,” another flick finally had my sister kissing her Illyrian. 

Cassian grinned against her lips, holding her face in his hands. “That’s how you get an Acheron to kiss you, Feyre” He mumbled against Nesta’s lips, before pulling away. I walked into the hallway and I shook my head, hugging Cassian around the waist. 

“Rhys does it better, but I guess you can take third place”

“Third!” Cassian cried out. He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around Nesta’s shoulders. He started walking down the hallways, his fully healed wings wrapping around us both. “Oh Lucien has nothing on me. Now, I can somehow admit defeat to my High Lord, but never to that fire-breather”

Nesta and I both laughed, hugging onto Cassian. He strutted down the halls, brushing Nesta’s hair, and her shoulder blades. “As of right now, I have two Archerons on my arms. I think I win” 

“One of them is my wife, Cassian” Rhys’s voice said from within the High Lord and High Lady room. I kissed Cassian’s cheek gently and raised my eyebrow at Nesta’s growl. My sister made a big deal of clearing her throat, but there was already a triumphant grin spreading across Cassian’s grin. 

He gripped my sister’s face and slammed her against the hallway wall quickly, holding her arms above her head. “Please”, Nesta whispered and I covered my ears and ducked into the room before they could continue. 

Rhysand grinned up at me, dramatically sprawled across the bed. I snorted and jumped on top of the bed, kissing him gently. He leaned up, resting his hand on my lower back. “Feyre Darling,” He purred, nipping at my ears, then down to my lips. 

“Rhysand…ugh, I still can’t come up with something” My husband laughed and he kissed me again, gripping the back of my head. His fingers tangled in my hair and I sighed, pulling away. 

“I want to show you something,” He whispered, standing up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out bed. I smiled and walked after him, the tips of our wings brushing. We both shuddered at the same time and grinned. 

Rhysand brought me out to the balcony and he lifted me up, setting me down on the railings. He wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t fall. I grinned, gripping the bannister and I stared out at the courtyards in front of us. The Night Court courtyard was occupied by a single night fae, sucking the face off a day court fae. I smiled and looked back at Rhysand. “You wanted to show me inter-court love?” 

“What?” Rhysand looked over the balcony and he groaned, “No, not that. Though, I approve of it. It was Tarquin’s idea to let everyone love whoever they wanted. I’ve never even thought our people could smile and be happy, with lesser faeries and from other courts at that” I smiled as he said our people. Not just the Inner Circle, but everyone from the Court of Dreams, no longer Nightmares. 

“I wanted to show you, this” He held my chin gently, and turned it to the left and up. I gasped as I watched the stars slowly fall out of the sky. They slowly disappeared over the horizon, only to come back again. 

“Rhysand, how” I whispered, watching the small Starfall he had created for his people. I looked back at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

“Well, I told you stars were spirits too. Some of them just wanted to be here. It’s not like I trapped them all in bags” Rhysand chuckled. I rolled my eyes and kissed him, as he pulled me off the railings, back into our bedroom. 

“Come, Feyre Darling, there is someone very tiny that wishes to see you” I gave him a perplexed look as he held my hand once again, walking us out of our room. He spread his wings and I followed in suit, and he lead us to the Spring Court level. 

“Rhysand, what do you have planned?” I asked, shaking my head. He pressed his finger to his lips and he walked down the halls, covered in flowers and waterfalls. I brushed my fingers against the cool water, smiling. 

Rhysand knocked on the door, and there was a light “Come in” and we both entered. Rhysand let my hand go and he bowed to the High Lady of the Spring Court. 

I squealed and ran at her and she laughed, hugging me back. I had met Belle before the war had officially started with the King. While I was still deceiving Tamlin. Belle grinned and she hugged me back, and I wasn’t sure which of us was going to fall first. “Oh gods, how is he?” I asked hurriedly, looking around for him. 

“He’s fine, Feyre, come on. He’s asked for you” Belle gripped my hand and she tugged me into one of the rooms. I screamed and pushed past Tamlin, staring down at the small blonde boy in his equally small bed. Tamlin went sprawling on the ground and he groaned, rubbing the back of his head. 

Belle laughed as I picked up my godson, rubbing his blonde head. He giggled and gripped onto my ears, tugging at them. I kissed his nose and smiled, rubbing our noses together. “Hi, Andras” I whispered, kissing his forehead. 

Andras giggled at his father, who was finally picking himself off the ground. He tugged at my ears again, smacking a kiss on my cheek. “Fay-raaaaahhhhh” 

“An-draaaasss” I copied him, sending the Heir of the Spring Court into a fit of giggles. Rhys chuckled from the doorway and Andras reached back, stroking my wings. 

“That’s enough,” Belle said, shaking her head. Tamlin smiled at me, before taking Andras. He sat back down in the bed, placing his son in his lap. Andras pouted and he gripped onto Tamlin’s shirt, willing tears into his eyes. 

“There you go,” Rhys egged him on until Andras was full on crying. I laughed and picked up my godson, holding him against my hip. The Heir immediately stopped crying and he grinned, singing “Fay-raaaaahhhhh” 

“Darling,” Rhysand purred and Andras nodded, mocking his godfather and purring, “Dar-winnggg”

Tamlin grinned from the bed and he placed his hand behind his head. Belle climbed into the bed with him and she rested against his side, and I watched as Tamlin nuzzled her blonde hair, kissing her temple. “There are children present” I covered Andras eyes as his parents kissed and he giggled, tugging at my hand. 

“Rice!” Andras screamed, reaching for his godfather. Tamlin barked out a laugh, tilting his head back. He brushed Belle’s hair again, still laughing his head off. “Rice, Rice, Rice! Gimme Rice!”

I laughed and handed Andras to Rhysand, who had a faked sour look on his face. “Rice? Andras, we’ve been over this. It’s Rees. Come on, buddy. Rees

“Rice And!” He cried out. Tamlin and I barked a laugh at the same time and our heads snapped, our eyes meeting. He gave me a sad smile and I nodded. In the end, his actions were just as loud as Lucien’s. He had been the one who had saved me from the King of Hybern, and together he and Rhysand had thrown the King into the Cauldron, after tearing him apart. 

“Rice And! Rice And! Rice Aaaaaaand” My precious godson sang. He swung his arms around, tilting his head back. His blonde eyelashes brushed against his chubby cheeks, his green eyes burning brightly. 

“Yes,” Rhysand sighed, “Rice And” He shook his head before kissing Andras’s forehead, then giving him back to Belle. Belle grinned down at her son, kissing his forehead and fingers, before setting him on Tamlin’s chest. 

“Rhys,” Tamlin said. Belle and I went quiet and Tamlin sat up, holding his son against his chest. Rhys paused and he held his hands tightly at his sides, then he released his fists. 

“She’d be happy for you, Tamlin” My husband’s voice slightly cracked. He ducked his head and I reached out, squeezing his hand. A while ago, Tamlin had spent hours and hours tearing down his father’s studies, and his private rooms looking for Chiara and Aidana’s wings. 

He had finally found them and brought them to us. Both him and Rhysand had shared a silent look, filled with the same pain. Rhysand told me after Tamlin left and after he had buried his sister and mother’s wings in his mother’s old seamstress house, that Chiara had been Tamlin’s mate. 

The idea shocked me at first, but I could see it. Tamlin at at least one hundred years old, training with Rhys by day, and running away with his sister by night. I could see it, Tamlin trying to impress her and getting slammed down on his backside by Cassian and Azriel, only for her to tend to his wounds by night. 

I could see her flying them around the mountains in the Night Court, and strangely I could see them racing through the Spring Court, and going for dips in Starfall pools. I could see their love story, a lot clearer than I had even pictured Tamlin and I’s. “You kind of look like her at first glance,” Rhys had explained. “She had much lighter hair though, and onyx eyes. But you have the same spirit and fiery passion and the same need to save everyone” I had looked up and I was shocked to find Azriel and Cassian silently crying. 

They had cried during the burial of the wings as well and when we all went back to Velaris, Cassian had screamed for hours while Nesta held him, rocking him back and forth. “Cassian was closer to her than I was, if you can believe it. She was madly in love with him for the longest time, but she finally accepted he loved her as a sister”. My heart had never hurt so much as it had that night. 

“You think?” Tamlin asked, snapping me back to the present. He brushed Belle’s hair with one hand and Andras’s hair with the other. He pursed his lips and looked at Belle. She nodded, kissing his forehead gently. “I’d love to name my daughter after her, if Belle is giving us a daughter” I screamed before Rhys could answer, causing both males to chuckle. 

“Of course. You stay happy, Tamlin. We’ll see you later?” Rhysand asked. He nodded at Tamlin and Tamlin nodded back. I smiled at them before taking Rhysand’s hand and walking out of the High Lord and High Lady room. The singing of “Fay-raaaahhhh” followed us until we were back in the throne room.

People started cheering as soon as we touched the ground. I laughed and let go of Rhysand’s hand as soon as the High Lady of the Dawn Court ran over, dragging me away. She had just married Zoran a few months ago, and she still had that honeymoon look in her eyes. 

“Chava, how are you?” I asked and she grinned at me, her light brown skin absolutely glowing. Definitely still in that honeymoon stage. Zoran was closely walking by us, his eyes narrowed. I took a step away from Chava and he loosed a small sigh. 

“Oh, that” Chava giggled and a dawn colored blush rushed across her face and it even traveled down her neck. I looked up and Zoran seemed memorized by his mate and his wife. “You see, we just mated last week”

“And you came here!” I shouted, then covered my mouth. Chava laughed and she nodded, fanning her face. “Oh Chava, you’re just asking for trouble”

“It’s neutral territory. A safe place, remember Feyre. No powers. I didn’t want to stay locked up in our chambers, no matter how exciting it got sometimes” We both wiggled our eyebrows at the same time and laughed. “Go dance” Chava suggested before she walked over to Zoran. 

I watched the High Lord look over his wife, swiping his fingers across her face, then brushing his hands down her neck, shoulders, hands, rubbing her waist and back, before smiling and pulling her against him. Chava smile and grabbed his hands and waist and they were the first ones to start dancing in the circle the thrones made. Chava’s laughter created the only music the Dawn Court needed, before they joined their High Lord and High Lady. 

I saw Tarquin, shuffling back and forth on his feet. I followed his gaze to a lesser faerie, with rounded ears. She was smiling and watching Zoran and Chava dance, her feet also bouncing. Her skin was incredibly dark and it set off her silver hair and grey eyes perfectly. Tarquin couldn’t be anymore obviously even if he were serenading her in front of everyone. 

I strutted over to him and dragged Tarquin on the floor. The smoothest High Lord of them all stumbled and crashed into me softly. The lesser faerie he had been watching hid her laugh in her cup. I gripped Tarquin’s hand and set it on my waist, “Feyre,” He gave a warning before I lead our dance. 

I spun us around the dancing Dawn Court, twirling faster than Tarquin could keep up. I grinned and kicked my feet, twisting my hips and bouncing around. I saw Rhys walking through the crowd, winking at me. 

I tossed my head back and laughed, bouncing more. I dragged us closer to the lesser faerie, before I spun around, knocking Tarquin into her. Tarquin gasped as his arms hooked around her body. I grinned, placing my face in a waiting Rhysand’s chest. 

He had also brought the lesser faerie closer and danced with her, if her silver blush was any indication. She stuttered and stared up at Tarquin, before smiling and fixing his blue jeweled and golden lined crown. “Tarquin” I hissed, giving him a pointed look. 

“Oh, uh, right” He mumbled. He shuffled on both feet again, before reaching his hand out. Good gods, his fingers were shaking. “C-Care to uh…bounce?” I smacked my palm against my forehead and the lesser faerie laughed. 

She grabbed Tarquin’s trembling hand and slowly walked them onto the floor. She spun around, pressing her back into his chest gently. He stilled, before wrapping his arms around her waist and they swayed together and Tarquin grinned back at me. “Oh he’s a piece of work,” But I was smiling as I watched him dance. 

The Summer Court watched them before hollering and joining in, dancing around their High Lord and his dance partner. The Day Court, lead by Helion and his wife, Merigold, followed the Summer Court next. The three courts slowly began to mix and mingle and Kallias grinned, giving pleading eyes to his wife. 

Her grey eyes remained cold, but a smile slowly formed on her face. Kallias grinned and he picked her up, spinning them around and they danced. The Winter Court began singing a soft song for them, dancing around them. 

Soon all the courts were dancing. Lucien and Elain lead the Autumn Court, and Rhys and I lead the Night Court. Dance partners were exchanged, faes dancing with other faes, and I saw Tamlin, Belle, and Andras dancing together as a little family. Andrew clapped off beat as he rested on his mother’s hips and Tamlin was smiling, holding his wife close, swaying with her.

I found myself gripping onto Mor’s hand and Rhys’s with the other and I grinned. Here we are, all of us. Rhysand, Mor, Cassian, Azriel, Nesta, and I. We danced in a circle, spinning and tangling wings, limbs, and feet. 

The male’s laughs boomed around us, creating a beat for our feet. Mor and I shared a look and we smiled sadly. Parts of us wished Amren was here, but she was back home now, with her people, where she belonged. 

Everyone began to jump up and down and I laughed, gripping onto Rhysand tightly. He smiled, placing his hands on my hips, spinning me around over and over. Soon Azriel caught me, spinning me over to Cassian. The General Commander kissed my ear before spinning me back to Rhys. They repeated this with Mor and Nesta, until we were all laughing and dizzy. 

Rhysand held onto me tightly, indicating he didn’t want to let me go again. He held my chin softly and kissed me, pulling me on my toes. “Is this everything you ever wished for, Feyre Darling?”

“That and more” I whispered back, slow dancing with my mate despite the fast pace of clapping hands, beating feet, and different voices. Rhys grinned and we danced the night away Under the Mountain, happier than we ever thought possible. 


The End

I really hope you guys loved reading this as much as I loved writing it. I made myself cry a few times, because it’s just so darn sweet and everyone is unbelievably happy. I’ve probably given you really high expectations for ACOWAR but I’m sorry! 

This was such a happy fluff piece to write and I love it. This is dedicated to, @miladyaelin and @hermajestymanon, but of course it’s for the entire fandom too!

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I know now that I love you more than anything. That the moment I should think about how I would survive, the only thing I could think about was you. And if I would meet you again. And I am so afraid of loosing you and never seeing you again. And I know it’s difficult for us now and no one of us knows if we will ever have a chance but what I want most right now, what I wish from the bottom of my heart is to have a chance to tell you how I feel, how much I love you and how wonderful person you are.
God, I miss you, I miss you so so much. I don’t wanna lose you. But only a miracle can save our love right now. Only a miracle.
—  moonstone-girl
Another Promptis/FFXV AU

Because i have far tooooo many and i need to get them out of my head. ugh.

I don’t really write fic, so rambling a bit will have to do. And if anyone wants to use any of these id love you forever lol.

I have like 34 different AU’s and ideas at the point with roughly this same level of thought in them. im going crazy.

Dragon AU

  • Okay so first off what if instead of having the warping and weapon summoning the line of Lucis instead can turn into Dragons. 
  • Like Noct would be trained from when he was little to not accidentally transform or breath fire on things when he gets angry or upset because a lot of it is emotion based
  • The first time he ever transforms is in middle school when he gets angry at someone for bullying prompto. This is post the Pryna incident, and Prompto and Noctis become friends much sooner. 
  • He has a bit of control of the size of his transformation, but the smallest he can go is like the size of a large horse when he’s fully grown.
  • His full  size is huge. Like can eat a human in one bite big. But it takes a lot of magic to stay that size for long, And he can sleep for several days straight afterwards.
  • He even Intimidates Gladio and Ignis a bit when he’s transformed, not they’ll admit it. Not Prompto though. He’s not sure what he’s done to deserve it, but he knows with 100 percent certainty that Noctis would never ever harm him. 
  • He’s extremely possessive of his friends. Their essentially his hoard. Although sometimes he gets on a kick and starts hoarding random crap. One time Ignis cam over to his apartment and found exactly 156 empty cup noodle containers in the bathtub. It took a week before noctis would let him toss them.
  • Instead of collecting weapons at the tombs of the kings, They are instead collecting bits of tooth, Claw, and horn that noctis can then use for new powers. Like one gives him ice breath, or one lets him manifest his wings in human for for short term flight. But they are all really exhausting. Much sleep is needed. 
  • Also he eats a ton. Half of their budget goes to feeding noct and gladio even with all the stuff they hunt and gather.
  • Prompto is the only one Noct will let ride on his back. Gladio keeps talking about the tactical advantages but nope. The next time he mentions it Noctis grabs him in his talons and flies off with him. Gladio doesn’t ask again.
  • Ignis is finally given up on ever getting the prince to eat his veggies. He hates them even more because his dragon self is pretty close to carnivorous.
  • The first time Noctis throws himself out the window and transforms on the way down, he was 11 and Ignis about passed away at that moment. He flew fine but accidentally knocked over a fountain statue and flooded a courtyard. Ignis fed him carrots every night for a week straight. 
  • Noctis’ Clothes are forever getting burned and they smell like smoke all the time. its not as bad now that he’s older and has more control, but Ignis usually has to toss some piece of clothing or another at least once a week.
  • Noctis’ Horse size form takes very little magic to hold up, and since his body temperature runs high, sometimes the chocobros all cuddle up to him when its cold. 
  • He’s not allowed near the tent like that tho. After the 3rd replacement tent the realized that apparently dragon snoring involves snorting fire. 
  • He has occasionally used his wings as umbrellas for the rest of the guys. 
  • When Prompto is feeling down sometimes Noctis will transform and tuck Prompto up under his wing where no one can see him, and Prompto just curls up and listens to if best friends heartbeat and breathe, and feels safe. and if he cries a little, well its okay, because Noctis has always had his back.
  • IDK im a little too deep in this at this point lol. 
  • I could totally keep going. 

Principal intern brings me this stack of test papers today and tells me that the scantron scanner isn’t working and I need to input all 800 answers into the computer myself…I said something like “I’ll probably be here until after 6 tonight so I’ll do it then” and she LAUGHED and was like “you’re gonna be here all night, huh?”

Like yes…I am…just like every other 11+ hour day I put in this week while you bounced outta here at 2:45…it’s literally not funny and some days I consider driving away and never coming back but thanks for seeing the humor in it I guess.

People like to pull out quotes from Michael Jacobs and misconstrue them all over the place (Which, fair enough. He can be tricky.). But, there’s one quote from him that’s very blatant and a lot of people on the Riley/Lucas side of things seem to overlook it and conveniently forget that it was ever said. What was the quote?

Interviewer: I’m curious because—that was the other thing about the initial announcement—she’s gonna meet the boy she’s gonna marry in the pilot and that’s gonna be the show—but first of all, you’re taking forever to build that, which you did in the original show. But do you want to ring that bell again?
MJ: I will tell you right now that nothing close to that will happen in GMW. 

Jacobs flat out said that Riley is not going to meet the boy she’s going to marry in the pilot. 

I.E. Lucas was not meant to be Riley’s long runner. Lucas was not meant to be Riley’s ultimate endgame. 

Now, fate of s4 notwithstanding, Jacobs’ intentions to NOT make Lucas Riley’s long runner is abundantly clear (What up, Judy the Sheep?) Anyways, people stay trying to pull out Jacobs’ quotes, twisting them in all sorts of weird ways, and I get it. Sometimes he’s SUPER tricky and his quotes can be pretty confusing.

But, here’s a case where he wasn’t. He was very clear.

And yet so many people act like this quote never happened.

Also, for the sake of context, here’s what follows the above exchange:

Interviewer: Okay. Well…spoilers…maybe? I mean I kind of half expected that. At first I thought, oh we’re just ringing this bell again, that’s how these shows go. But then once I realized what this show was, which was about halfway into season 1, I realized that we’re not ringing this bell again. And I think that’s smart. It’s a different show.
MJ: I’m glad that you do. It’s a different world. If we were back in 1993, it would be lovely to have an innocent relationship and have it sustain and continue. It was wonderful. It was aspirational and I loved it. Cory and Topanga are a wonderful, iconic television couple. Now it’s a different world..

And more context re: the idea of “long runner relationships” in the GMW universe.

There’s two types of relationships. The long runner—the sustaining, influential relationship where you marry somebody and dedicate what you hope will be the rest of your life. Cory and Topanga. And they did it young. It’s rare. We can’t have everybody that meets in high school have that relationship. [SIC] There’s another relationship. What was the relationship that set you up to know what love was? 

“Let what we had make you ready for something.”

Riley and Lucas are not a long runner. Jacobs made that abundantly clear when he shut down the notion that Riley was going to marry Lucas.

Riley and Lucas are the 2nd type of relationship Jacobs speaks of, whether we get to see that play out fully or not. They’re the relationship that makes them ready for something else.