╰ ✨ @faeblcssed ﹕asked to be bullied into friendship by donna
“What? Am I not allowed to take that? I thought it was free.”
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🕷 ⸻ ❝ is it all that ya' dreamed of ? ❞
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❝ do you need a hand ? ❞
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𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗠𝗦
bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost don’t reblog.
i. 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘. poisoned goblets. games of wits. white horses. riding off into the sunset. death cannot stop true love. sand in your lungs. true devotion. unusual friendships. the bonds of friendship. ships flying below black flags. the feeling of being watched. medicine men. stolen kisses. castles. staged kidnappings. cliff faces. unsent letters. hidden chambers. sword fights. unlikely miracles. monsters beneath the water’s surface. storming a castle. losing the one you love. a loveless marriage. abandoning a crown for something more. soft velvet. the smell of fresh parchment. a life unlived. a stable full of horses.
ii. 𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗛. love left between the stars. hedge mazes. oubliettes. a sad love. barn owls. sheep dogs. masquerade balls. nothing is fair in life. betrayal by a friend. a winding staircase. head in the clouds. opal white. the touch of a thousand hands. a never-ending labyrinth. a game changing it’s rules on you. friend or foe. a longing for a life of your own. red and white stripes. glitter and rhinestones. tight fitting clothing. time passing quickly. expressive eyes. growing up. holding on to the things that matter most. underground caverns. goblins. the crackle of a fire. running for dear life. a world turned upside down. fresh peaches.
iii. 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗧. glowing brighter than the sun. eternal love. silver light. flying high above the clouds. a bolt of lightening. pure white snowdrop. the purity of the stars. dark witchcraft. a never-ending wall. time passing slowly. travelling caravan. mysterious strangers. love found upon a journey. a throne you were born for. a lifelong lie. fairie markets. a shooting star. a wish upon a star. a pale white unicorn. becoming something more than you are. flying through the air. feather boas. a glittering jewel. the seventh son. limbus grass. stolen truths.
iv. 𝗪𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗭. fields of poppies. no place like home. the destruction caused by storms. striped stockings. yellow brick roads. raindrops tumbling all around. clouds darkening the skyway. hot air balloons. haunted forest. glittering bubbles. ruby slippers. magic wands. cowardice turned to bravery. rainbows. the search for knowledge. flying brooms. talking animals. a heart’s a heavy burden. emerald green. power born out of lies. dreaming of a far off place. an abandoned scarecrow. moss covered tree trunks. long journeys. braided hair. childlike innocence.
𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: @faeblcssed
𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴: anyone who wishes too!
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aesthetics for peter: the first winds of summer, burning your tongue on hot cocoa, a warm hearth, childhood dies with thundering applause, a lion's hot breath, arms reached out wide enough to hold all those in need of shelter, the first hint of daybreak upon the ocean, laughter among friends, a heart is a heavy burden, the lingering scent of smoke, hands calloused from battle, mist covering the mountains.
pandora . . . you literally hit the nail on the head .
describe my muse's aesthetic : accepting .
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@faeblcssed ——— mr wolverine, sir, could i see your claws? i've heard they are ever so sharp.
❛ ——— i don’t fu——— ❜
❛ ... i think you have the wrong person, ma’am. ❜
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❝ the mountains are beautiful this time of day ---------- where the sun balances upon the summit and the clouds curtain the steep banks like a cold blanket . don’t you think ? the orange and the purple , a rainbow could not make it more a sight to behold . ❞ @faeblcssed
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MASQUERADE BALL
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 and he spots her in close proximity ; an ethereal presence, with her golden hair and innate innocence in the way she carries herself. a visual riddle to be discovered for the chief volturi, who is at home with the company of monsters and celebrates ruination. donned in her pearly mask of feathers, he has yet to see her face.
the music crescendos. with practiced grace, he releases his partner’s hand and turns away to greet her with his own extravagant facade of lacquered gold and onyx. smiling, he extends his hand for her to take.
❝ we must dance, my dear. ❞ perhaps his certain directness of tone may easily give away who he is, but he cares not. / @faeblcssed
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Pale fingers dancing gently, carefully, around the 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 rose that he was wary to touch. His eyes were looking underneath it, behind it and around the bush that was swarmed with viciously sharp thorns. He could feel the air breeze onto the back of his neck, like a calm hand on his shoulder urging him to keep trying.
He’d been out in courtyard of his fathers castle, spacing himself from the death and emptiness of his home. His family were 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 and he couldn’t bare to shield himself from the screams anymore. The halls were echoing with every little sound, like they were trying to make their way to his chambers and mock him for holding his hands over his ears. But the garden, the garden had always made him feel safe.
The flower he’d been trying to pick ( trying to weed it out from the rest ) had been in the worst possible spot. No matter how careful he was, slowly weaving his hand in and around all the 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒, the back of his hand was riddled in small, dark, pulsing cuts. He didn’t know why he was so focused on it, why he needed it gone, free. But the hurricane of doubt and taunting was storming down in his mind. He needed to distract himself, he needed this flower. But every time he moved his fingers, he was pulling them back out with a hiss and 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 flurrying inside of him.
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@faeblcssed ♡’d high -- sir sly
❛ i’m just trying to seize the moment. ❜
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AURORA : there is so much life left to be lived. / @faeblcssed. open.
❛ you sound exactly like lucy, ❜ he says, not at all unkindly — though he realises too late that off he goes again, talking about his siblings as if they are a part of peter himself. ( but they are, really ; it’s always been peter-susan-edmund-lucy. this tether cannot be cut, and if it ever were, peter knows that he would never be able to piece himself back together in the wake of all that was lost to him. )
well, at least he also knows why he's so self-sacrificing, even at the best of times. ❛ i just — i suppose it can be awfully difficult to put everything into perspective like that. ❜ particularly when he knows his life isn’t all that important, in the grand scheme of things.
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who is he ? with white fangs and glistening eyes. on what does he feast ? the black-furred figure of the count is hunched over, taking powerful bites with massive jaws to rip open the bloodied carcass of a gray owl held down between his paws. the meat is left untouched, snout drenched in crimson life that would feed him through the evening.
something stirs. the count’s keen sense of smell can tell the scent is human. pointed ears can hear the pounding of a heart fueling a body in motion. in such wild country as this, he shuddered to think of the consequences of his carelessness.
with untold swiftness, he crept out of the soaring pines, simultaneously shifting his frame into one he was much more accustomed to. pale white face & sharp but flat fingers that reached up to wipe the evidence from his lips.
he fears nothing. it is they who should be afraid.
“ i can hear your feet in the grass. ” he concludes, accent stabbing ripe within every syllable. a few strands of hair are brought back behind his ear, the trepidation on his face twisting into shapes and creases too horrible to witness. “ and your heart beating like a drum. ” / @faeblcssed
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@faeblcssed said ‘do you know that place between asleep and awake, where you still remember dreaming?’ / sentence starter from aurora
‘i am not SURE if i have , my dear aurora,’ her voice had been a far cry from the melodious song she once talked in and the sweet honey of her timbers had been stripped to the bone that left her a mere carcass of the SNOW WHITE that she once had been. she was white like the snow and the purity of the world, now she’s nothing but white as death –– death of her mother, who danced and danced as she could no longer move under her orders.
had she regretted her decisions? snow could no longer answer that. she did what she had to and once the rotten seed had been sowed, there’s no helping the twisted vine that wrapped its way around her heart. ‘i must regrettably tell you that dreams have been a luxury to me these days; i no longer had the PRIVILIEGE to indulge in it’
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❛ you should stay away from me. ❜ the offer of any kindness was so, so tempting ——but snow could not risk endangering anyone else. anyone who so much as gave directions to the fleeing princess would surely earn the wrath of queen grimhilde. ❛ stay away and you’ll be alright. ❜
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