aamaranthiine

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softly into the aether

still on hiatus because moving to a new place and finding time to do anything when we all work means only weekends are available to us.

have had no time between work and weekend errands

missing writing my unicorn girl so much, hoping to settle and find time and energy to write again

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hi friends, internet should be restored by tomorrow. have to get my PC set back up too, but I shall be back soon.

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# 𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐈     ⸻    a love song to the literary themes of  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 = 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 &. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , the   𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳   for love in a loveless world , 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘃𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 , the fragmentation of one's chimerical identity and the subsequent loss of it , 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮𝙩𝙝 . 　　　　　　　⸻ as tenderly loved by 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ᕱ⑅ᕱ ♡

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D.H. Lawrence, from "The Last Laugh" in The Classic Works of D.H. Lawrence

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──── lord derosso from square enix's 'bravely default' series. ──── independent, private and mutuals only ──── fated by lumi ──── crossover, multi-fandom / multi-ship / oc friendly ────

──── "know that without night there is no day; without lies, no truth; without despair, no hope. Beware above all of hate, but call to its opposite too. For all things have an opposite and, if you choose it, with will and care, you may turn one thing into its reflection." ────

see carrd for detailed info

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──── lord derosso from square enix's 'bravely default' series. ──── independent, private and mutuals only ──── fated by lumi ──── crossover, multi-fandom / multi-ship / oc friendly ────

──── "know that without night there is no day; without lies, no truth; without despair, no hope. Beware above all of hate, but call to its opposite too. For all things have an opposite and, if you choose it, with will and care, you may turn one thing into its reflection." ────

see carrd for detailed info

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x | @dhambpir

She hadnt been following him for long. At first it had been only an idle curiosity - the deeper, unmarked paths of the forest were rarely trod by mortals. And those that did were either hunters or wayward fools. But then it seemed that his presence lured out other things. Stirring fiends from hollow places and shadowed crevices, creeping nightmare dwellers that otherwise would be ignorant of her presence.

She had thought he didnt notice them, these slithering and skulking creatures with glinting eyes and too-wide smiles full of stained, hungry teeth. Though the maiden did not often concern herself with the whims and wanderings of Men, she'd been compelled to offer a warning - ignorant of the stories woven into the very strands of his pallid-blonde hair. The disturbance of her drowsy peace in the dense woodland is enough to tempt her to reveal herself - albeit draped in a Memory than the truth of her borne flesh.

Moonlit tresses fall over a delicate shoulder as she leans around the bough of a tree, the hazy radiance of her cast a faint light against the rough bark. Like she were some night-lit wisp wearing the Skin of a woman - "You didnt know I was here," she responds softly, "they dont know either." Not yet anyway but even then, monsters of any breed tended to flee in terror of her Light.

A long pause then, unconcerned with the silence that crawls over the thicket as mortal beasts hide in the wake of terrifying things. "Pests have no place here," she determines, looking over Alucard's shoulder. "Let them flee if they so choose." A small mercy if the approaching fiends had any sort of sense.

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#ｂｏｒｎｏｆｔｈｅｄａｗｎ     a private and selective portrayal of princess aurora aka the sleeping beauty. canon-divergent, following a 1959 inspired story. loved and cherished by meg. carrd.

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DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD (2024) Lace Harding's Room

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The air is still crisp and cold as Winter turns over to Spring, frost still thinly dusts the morning dew each dawn, turning the grass brittle until the sun softens and warms the earth. In the chill, the unicorn wonders how many Winters have laid bare the trees of her home - how deep the snow gathered. Whether or not the animals whom she had watched over for eons found warm shelter through a Season they and their many forefathers had never experienced.

The forest she passes through now is not hers. It is just one of many (she had not counted the swathes of land, thicket and valley in her passing before) en route back to her own. There are birds chittering in the yawning morning and squirrels rustling in search of food to forage.

She thinks if this stretch of woodland would become home to one of her kin or how far they all might travel in search of untouched wilds to make new homes in. Would any of them try to go back to the places they remember? She had passed none of the other unicorns since leaving Schmendrick and Molly; it was only her and the long road, stretching out before her hooves like a winding stream. Feeling strange, the unicorn shakes her delicate head to rid herself of these thoughts.

It is by the banks of a gurgling stream that she halts - where in the near distance betwixt the trees and budding bushes are the slim, dark bodies of deer. A herd milling in the early daylight, licking the sweetened dew off grasses. Like familiar strangers to her, the unicorn watches them with a kind of longing.

a starter for @autumnfrolic

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In my folk art era ✨ Some last unicorn art ✨

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"By fire and steel, I stand—unyielding, unshaken. A warrior forged in blood and tempered by war. You cannot break what death itself could not take. Will you stand beside me, or will you fall beneath my blade?" carrd - private - original character [boba/27] - graphic credit

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He could sense her PURITY and he did not like it.

“ Who are you..? Why are you here ? ”

{ from @weakermoments ! }

@weakermoments found a wayward maiden.

Distortion in the air around her.

Something felt wrong. A prickle along her arms, raising the fine hairs all the way to the nape of her neck. Unease knotting like briars up from the soles of her feet and taking root somewhere in her stomach. Such a queer feeling, how it made her want to settle into stillness and wait for whatever or whoever lurked nearby.

It did not take long.

The pale maiden with her hair like spun ivory moonlight and in a gown of lavender, whose hem was heavy and stained from an eternity of wandering, searches for the demanding voice that seemed to come from anywhere. She does not seem afraid, startled perhaps but searching. Searching.

"I chase the moon, her path brought me here and will carry me on." Is her eventual answer, as cool as calm waters and soft like a butterfly's wingbeat. "Who are you?" Only fair to return the demand.

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Pets the unicorn's head.

@vxmpirehunterd

When his hand lifts too close to her head, the unicorn flinches, startled by the unexpected proximity. The nervous exhale of breath misting from her nose that quickly soothes to steadiness again - she has no reason to fear or be anxious, merely unused to others touching her.

The unicorn allows the gesture though; the press of his palm just between her ears, fingers brushing through the cirrus-soft strands of her mane. She's warm and cool all at once, softer than velvet and the gloss of her white fur seems to shimmer.

It's only a few brief moments of contact and when D withdraws his hand, she gives him a slow blink of those night-violet eyes. Much like a cat might, to silently express fondness.

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"Is your temper so fragile the tittering of a bird breaks your composure?" The unicorn answers coolly, "Release him, you'll find more suitable game elsewhere for your appetite." A hunter's drive is not unknown to her but she saw no satisfaction for him eating a bird that is hardly a mouthful.

@destructivour ♥'d for a one-liner.

"I would appreciate it if you did not torment my friends."

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❛ will you look at that? ❜

for @littlebadger

Against a backdrop of thin branched trees, bare and jagged with the loss of foliage, dusted with white snow on their limbs and the ground - she almost blends in. White on white, like the newest snow fallen from the night's past flurry. Even catching the hazy outline of her between the trees, it was too easy to mistake her for a pale doe. Small and delicate, with rounded ears and a slender neck holding her head high.

A deer might have fled at the sound of a human's voice and perhaps her docility lends further to the idea she is not some mere beast.

Her head turns inquisitively and those dark eyes, like the churning violet seas, focus on the young boy who'd said such a thing with wonder. Did he see her? Catch the sun gleaming off the long, spiral horn crowning her forehead?

Or like others, merely gawk at the sight of a white deer - rare but still common. Mortal.

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they hate it when you’re pretty and slightly off-putting