#Star Maa

[leiaamidala]

"𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖..."

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⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by @reirei-art

⤞ commissioned by me

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Happy October! Celebrating the upcoming festivities with some forbidden romance crossover as Elain and Azriel take on the roles of Padmé and Anakin from Star Wars.

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[rainingriversofyou]

Feyre dancing for Rhys 💜

A Court Of Thorns And Roses

Artist: coralie.renards

[emiliamildner]

King Consort of Terrasen 💚⚔️

Quick sketch because I made a new ref model and had to test it. I like this face for him. I tried to avoid Henry Cavill's features, I know many of you imagine Rowan like that after watching The Witcher but I wanted to make something a bit different.

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Inspired by Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas

[rainmacaroni]

“To the people who look at the stars and wish. To the stars who listen – and the dreams that are answered.” ~ Sarah J. Mass, A Court of Mist and Fury

[literatureaesthetic]

house of flame and shadow ; sarah j maas

this is floating somewhere between a high 3, low 4 stars for me. there was a lot to love and a LOT that could have been (and should have been) executed better. overall, i liked how everything wrapped up and how each character arc was completed. i've always said that 'house of earth and blood' is my favourite sjm novel, and this finale, although nowhere near a perfect conclusion, definitely didn't let the characters or the series down.

saying that, i have issues with the amount of plot conveniences in here. certain scenes felt so ridiculous and out of the bounds of logic that i had to laugh. it was difficult to suspend disbelief at times

nonetheless, i love these characters, and i love this world. this book was pure entertainment; i had so much fun reading and discussing with online friends. is it flawed? absolutely. but it was still a solid conclusion to a series i've been reading and loving for years now!!

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Where Fate and Stars Align

Tamlin Week - Day 2/Poet -Tamlin x Reader

Tamlin and Rhysand’s sister daydream of a life of love and poetry.

Warnings: Language, allusions to sex, implied character death

A sea of green splattered with the vibrant hues of varying wildflowers rolled across the meadow in gentle waves, flattening into a soft bed of earth beneath me, my head resting on my lovers chest, bare legs winding through his muscled thighs.

We’d laid in silence for an hour, the melody of spring lulling us into a peaceful daze. I’d spent the morning weaving flowers into his silken hair, his emerald eyes not retreating from me once as I sat on his chest, fingers trailing through those golden locks I adored so.

The world saw him as another heir to a throne but to me, he was a poet, a musician, a muse. I could spend entire days admiring the sculpted features of his face, exploring plush lips with my own.

Neither of us were made for the courtly affairs we were born into, we had the passionate souls of creatives - and here, tangled beside the pool of starlight we were just that. Two artists captivated by the beauty of the world around us, by eachother.

Tamlin pressed a kiss to my forehead, whispering into my raven hair. “Will we be poets in another life?”

I warmed at the thought of him chasing me through space and time, living the vibrant lives that we only dared dream of, dancing the nights away, making love and art in all of its magnificent forms. He’d write limericks and play the fiddle, I’d paint and maybe even learn to play the piano.

We’d live in a studio apartment along the Sidra, sharing our art within the rainbow of Velaris. Or perhaps we’d live in one of the more liberal cities tucked away on the continent where art as a profession was respected and not seen as merely a hobby of the elite with time to spare. Another world, even, where war and grief did not exist.

My delicate fingers traced the curved ridges of his abdomen, “You’ll be the poet, I’ll be the painter. I don’t have the way with words that you and your silver tongue do.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Silver tongue, yeah?”

I hummed at the implication in his tone. “Yeah.”

Turning on his side to face me, head propped on a hand he held my face gently in the broad palm of the other. “Any world where I spend my days by your side, putting my tongue to use in either lyrical or the most salacious of ways is a world I would fight for.”

“Hmmm.” I pondered, tucking a lock of golden hair behind his ear. “In our world, we get to be lovers, not fighters.”

Tamlin let out a somewhat incredulous laugh. “I think you’ll always have that wild streak in you, and silver tongue or not, I am but a mere male. I’ll surely give you plenty of reason to fight a time or two.”

My teeth found my lower lip as I considered. He wasn’t wrong. “That’s not fighting, it’s passion. We’ll turn fighting and fucking into its own art.”

Tamlin’s hand dropped from my face, trailing along my breast, to the indention of my waist, and down to the curvature of my ass. With a little squeeze he only asked, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We made love in the meadow, tumbling in the grasses, playing the passionate parts of poet and muse. It was almost- almost believable, until a male voice called from the forest. “Tamlin! Get your ass back to the manor before father has your head.”

Tamlin stiffened. “You need to go.” He pressed a desperate kiss to my lips. “See you in a few days?”

I frowned. “I have to travel with my mother to Windhaven this weekend but once I’m back, we can plan our great escape.”

He looked at me as if he were truly considering it and honestly, if he ever took me up on the idea, I’d go for it. A life of love and peace, what a life that would be.

Pressing one final kiss to my forehead he whispered. “I’ll see you soon, my love. Go before my brother sees you.”

Tamlin hurried into the forest and I could have sworn a whispered, “Who was that?” carried on the wind to me.

And now I wait where fate and stars align.

Through time

Through space

Through love eternal

My poet tried to save me.

This world was not made for us.

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Tags: @tamlinweek

General ACOTAR list: @lilah-asteria

[elettraml]

𝔽𝕖𝕪𝕣𝕖

[acourtofquestions]

“To the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered.” “Still the image haunted his dreams; a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.” “You could rattle the stars, if only you dared.”

credits: art Jana Runn (JanaRunneck), quotes Sarah J. Maas

[lavenderlemonrose]

I’m looking for new mutuals, so I figured I’d make one of these posts and see if it got me anywhere. I’ve been on tumblr officially for close to four years, but I’ve been lurking for probably five years before that. My blog is a mix of a Lot of fandoms, but I’ll list my biggest ones:

- star wars (original and prequel trilogies mostly)

- taylor swift

- all for the game

- a darker shade of magic

- captive prince/dark rise/fence/anything by cs pacat

- throne of glass/acotar/crescent city

- shadowhunters (mostly infernal devices and some dark artifices)

- the raven cycle

- if we were villains

- six of crows/shadow & bone

- bridgerton

- castlevania

- percy jackson

- marvel comics and mcu (mostly black widow, uncanny x-men, and dazzler)

- I’m also currently working my way through the west wing, the vampire diaries, and black sails, although I haven’t finished any of them

I also have a full list of fandoms on my blog! I’m pretty shy, but I rly want to find more ppl to talk to on here, so if you reach out I’ll be thrilled and probably won’t stop talking to you.

(also if we’re already mutuals and you wanna reach out please do!!)

[thedoorsofmyheart]

“To the stars who listen — and the dreams that are answered.”

[wingsdippedingold]

Astraea and Azriel from his pov:

I wrote this up really quickly so I'm not sure how cohesive it even is, so I apologize for any clunky sentences

We had been sitting on a cliff off the Illyrian mountains for some time, it had already gotten dark and the wind had picked up, but I dared not to utter a word, possibly tearing the delicate tension between us. My gaze has been on Rosalyn the entire time, but never once did she share it. The wind continued in my ears, until it went quiet. It seems that now even the sky bows to her.

"Azriel" Rosalyn's eyes softened, not in a kind way, but like how a snake coils in the grass before striking, but they still strayed from mine, "Do you remember when we were children, and Rhysand saw that young Illyrian boy getting beaten to a pulp by two other boys? And he rushed over, putting his body between them?"

"What is this... Ros..?"

"Azriel? Do you remember how he cleaned the boys wounds? And sewed his torn skin?" Her eyes refused to meet mine.

I don't recall what she's speaking of at all, but I can only imagine it's what's been on her mind this whole time. "No. Rosalyn I don't."

"That's because he didn't help the boy. He was the one beating him up." Her eyes finally locked mine. "I cleaned your blood from your bruised body. I sewed your skin and held your hand." Her tone was no longer soft, now it was anguished and fraught. She wants to yell, but her throat is strained to contain it. I wish she would, I hated when she hid herself from me.

But that thought perished like a candle blown out.

Why is she bringing this up now? Rhysand is my brother, that was a skirmish between children.

"He is not your brother," she retorted as if she had heard my thoughts, cutting them off, just like they had been a moment before. "He is not your equal and he has never seen you as one. From that day you have become his lackey. You're not a dear friend, you're his soldier. He trusts you not because he loves you, but because he's put a leash on your collar and tamed you." Had she always harbored so much distaste from Rhysand? I had heard her speak about her father this way, but Rhysand? Her brother? The High Lord? The man who had risked himself to save Velaris?"

"You may be his sister, but watch how you spea-" My voice was cut off by her sudden stance. Now she looked down at me.

"Rhysand allows you your freedom, he is your master. A dog doesn't bite the hand that feeds it, and Rhysand has made you his bitch."

She had never spoken to me so abrasively, in all the time I had known her she was nothing but sweet. Had she always look at me like this when she saw me, when she told me she loved me? Her beautiful eyes full of disdain?

"I suggest now you reevaluate who you're loyal to." And then she walked away, leaving me alone again like she did all those centuries ago.

@littlemisssatanist @hrizantemy @rowletlittenpopplioteam @szalonykasztan00 @redcherrypineapple finally writing ab this again 🙏

[andreai04]

He had put me before his entire court, before all of Prythian.

[sad-endings-suck]

same person different font

[emiliamildner]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

I have only one themed artwork this year but I promise I will be better for Christmas.

"I love you. I know." inspired by Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas and the Star Wars franchise

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[dysfunctionaldyslexic]

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