╰   ✨    @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 ? ❞

@faeblcssed​ asked: “  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ”

perpetually pink lips spread into a little smile, raising an eyebrow “you could help me organize the library alphabetically by title if you’re so inclined”

#𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐐𝐅𝐀𝐄   ...   a non-affiliated and multi-canon based 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 written primarily from disney’s  ‘sleeping beauty, 1959′,   ‘maleficent,  2014′  and ‘mistress of evil,  2019′  respectively.  inspiration heavily borrowed from pan’s labyrinth,  the cruel prince series,  the waking land,  and irish,  welsh  and  scottish  mythology.   written by ilya.    affiliated  with  @faeblcssed​.

              a study in:  unprepared  motherhood,  true  love's  kiss,  adaptational heroism  &  villainy,  changelingism,  the  scars  of  betrayal,  the  start  of  darkness,  and  the  beauty  of  evolution.

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❝   do you need a hand   ?   ❞

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!

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 .

@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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Send ✍️ and I’ll draw your muse!

              ❝     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​

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

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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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.

@faeblcssed​ ♡’d high -- sir sly 

❛  i’m just trying to seize the moment.  ❜ 

 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