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whitmore · 4 months

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usereleanor has been vacant for three years now can i stake my claim

#usereleanor #this is me staking my claim. thank you #eleanor.txt

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normasshearer · 3 years

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You know who I am, Mr. Flannagan. I’m the girl in the afternoon.

AUDREY HEPBURN as Ariane Chavasse in LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON (1957) dir. Billy Wilder

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degenderates · 3 years

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@lunarchroniclesnet event 3: platonic relationships

↳ Linh Cinder & Carswell Thorne

Thorne scoffed. “Careful is my middle name. Right after Suave and Daring.” “Do you even know what you're saying half the time?” asked Cinder.

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priffi · 3 years

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rebecca's 100 follower celebration → @greenbriarxrose asked scarlet benoit or cress darnel?

↳ she did not know that the wolf was a wicked sort of animal, and she was not afraid of him.

#tlcedit #yalitedit #lunarchroniclesnet #tlc #renegadse #usersdiana #usereleanor #storyseekers #litcreators #flashing tw #lit

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cosettepontmercys · 4 years

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@projectliterature event 02 : underappreciated — renegades

heroism wasn't about what you could do, it was about what you did. it was about who you saved when they needed saving.

#renegades #renegadesedit #net: projectliterature #plpinkteam #litedit #booksociety #renegadesnet #storyseekers #dailylitgfx #tuserallie #usersbella #usereleanor #post: mine #mine: edit #post: literature #lit: renegades

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redassassin · 3 years

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stars and butterflies

ao3

The whole Kingdom of Gatlon knew of their Princess. They knew of her wondrous speed, for she was fast enough to outrun even the four winds. Only Mercury, with his winged sandals, could best her in a race. Tales of her beauty and grace spread far from the lands of Gatlon, and suitors from miles around flooded the city in pursuit of her hand in marriage.

But Danna didn’t want to marry anyone, especially not a man. Especially not someone that treated her as a prize to be won. Her parents, insisting that she begin her search for a partner, allowed her to set up a contest. Anyone who beat her in a foot race across the beautiful green hills would be allowed her hand in marriage. It was the only means of choosing a partner that Danna would accept, despite her parent’s best efforts. They were holding on to the hope that someone, anyone , would miraculously beat her in the race and that they’d marry and have heirs to carry on the family legacy.

But Danna knew that was useless. No one could beat her, certainly not a man. She would make sure of it. Her parents, while not openly against her sexuality, were still hoping for an heir and a future king. They allowed women to participate in the race, but none caught her eye. They still saw her as a prize, a trophy to be won. She beat them all, watching as each hopeful face crossed the finish line, sweaty and gasping for breath, only to see their faces fall as they saw her before them, her coiled hair windswept and dark skin glistening in the sunlight.

After every race her parents would ask her if she was sure, if she didn’t want to talk to any of them in private, just to get to know them.

She always said no.

Nova scowled as Ace paced in circles, muttering on about his plan. Take back the castle. Kill the monarchs. Take over while everything was in disarray. His plotting was always like this. Full of holes, too dependent on everything going perfectly.

“Nova, you’ll have to infiltrate the castle. They know the rest of us too well, but you are still unknown. You are our only chance in succeeding.”

Nova rolled her eyes. “I highly doubt that, Uncle. There are two sides to a coin, and never only one way to do something. Besides, how do you expect me to infiltrate the castle? I doubt they’re hiring, and it’s unlikely that I’ll get close to the monarchs as a humble maid.”

Honey emerged from the doorway, a paper fluttering in her hand. She brandished it at Nova, a grin slowly spreading across her face. “The race, little nightmare. The Princess will hardly be able to resist you. Spend time together, learn the inner workings of the castle, perhaps make her fall in love with you, then betray and kill her.” She laughed, shoving the paper at Nova when she was met with a hesitant and somewhat disgusted frown. Nova took the paper, noticing the gold monarch butterflies embossed around the edges. The Princess was famous for her love of the orange and black butterflies, and was often seen sporting a gown or accessory inspired by them. She carefully folded the paper, tucking it into her pocket. “I highly doubt that she’ll just let me win, Honey. We need a backup plan.” She looked past Honey, towards a glittering gold speck.

The stars.

She stood up, walking across the room and scooping up a few of the gleaming gold spheres. Her father had made them, and although she’d never discovered their purpose, she would often pick them up, rolling them around in her hands. They emitted a pleasant sound as they ran into each other on her palm, a strangely melodic ring. She let go of most of them, letting them clatter back into the bowl they resided in, pocketing the three that remained in her grasp.

Honey smiled. “Good plan, Nightmare. Our perfect Princess won’t be able to resist such shiny objects.”

The day of the race arrived sooner than Nova anticipated. Dressed in her finest tunic, Nova made her way through the city streets towards the fields at the back of the palace, where throngs of people were already gathered, either to race for the hand of the Princess, or to watch the defeat of the participants. Honey was on her heels, disguised to the best of her ability to avoid any attention from the guards. Nova swept her hair back in a short ponytail, and stepped hesitantly towards the starting line. Honey pushed her gently, and Nova stumbled a little bit as she took her place at the line. Honey pulled some strands out of Nova’s ponytail, curling them slightly around her fingers and letting them fall down to frame Nova’s face. Nova squirmed away, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s fine, Honey. It’ll just get messed up in the race.”

“Hush, Night- Nova.” She quickly corrected herself. “The Princess is watching.”

Honey jerked her head to the left, and Nova followed the gesture.

Princess Danna was beautiful. She sported a stunning white tunic and gold sandals, her hair tied back with ribbons and monarch clips. Nova felt her cheeks heat up, and quickly shook herself. She was there for revenge. She was there to win. It didn’t matter how the Princess’ graceful fingers brushed her hair from her eyes, or how her dark skin glowed under the bright midday sun. She looked away, determined to not be distracted by the Princess, but she was always drawn back to her. Danna looked around surveying all the different contestants, and met Nova’s gaze. She wanted to look away, but Nova felt herself being drawn in by Danna’s eyes. The Princess smiled a little and offered her a small wave, eyes twinkling. Nova tore her gaze away, turning away and focusing on the rolling hills before her.

Danna had awoken early that morning, spending the early hours of dawn out in the fields, practicing for the competition. Not that she needed practice. It was said that she was so swift on her feet, it was as if she had wings.

People started to arrive an hour before, spectators and competitors alike. Many gawked at her, others smirking or sauntering up to flirt their way into her good graces. She turned away from all of them, reminding every single one that her heart was only won from the race. Which was a lie. Her heart was not the prize won at this race. The true trophy was the title of Princess. Or prince, as her parents hoped. But she refused. She knew that no one would beat her, but she absolutely refused to be married to a man.

Danna distanced herself from the crowd, gathering a couple of guards to ensure her privacy. She watched the contestants, rolling her eyes at their smug smiles. They all thought they had a chance.

Something caught her eye. A short girl in a pretty tunic was pushed towards the starting line by an elaborately dressed older woman. The girl pushed her away, muttering to herself as she stalked to her place among the other racers. Danna watched her for some time, waiting for the girl to look towards her.

She finally looked up, and Danna’s breath hitched. Her hair framed her face beautifully, falling in perfect black waves. There was something indescribable on her face, like she didn’t want to be there. But that was silly. Everyone wanted to be there. Why compete for the hand of someone you didn’t want? Danna was intrigued. She smiled at the girl, offering her a small wave. A flash of surprise flickered over the girl’s face, but she didn’t smile back. She looked away, surveying the fields before them.

The warning bell rang out, signaling that there were 3 minutes until the race started. Danna shook out her limbs, preparing for her next win. She made her way down to the other contestants, eyeing the black-haired girl from before. Her face was determined, a hand reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Danna took a deep breath, closing her eyes as the bell chimed three more times and the race began.

#renegades #nobell #nova artino #danna bell #novanna #renegades fanfic #archenemies #supernova #renegades au #au #mythology #usereleanor #usersdiana

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jungkookisms · 4 years

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make me choose: daisy jones and the six or the seven husbands of evelyn hugo; asked by @auroracycle

#djatsedit #daisy jones and the six #litedit #tjredit #taylor jenkins reid #bookedit #booksociety #storyseekers #dailylitgfx #usercossette #tuserallie #usereleanor #uservatea #mine

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bisexualalexclaremontdiaz · 4 years

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...I really do not know how to caption this

#usereleanor #Renegades #renegades trilogy #fandom crack #renegades discord #swift wind #clifford the big red dog #rcsfu #renegades cursed ships fictional universe #evander wade #lucky wade #i hate tagging these things jksdjskd

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asmileyoucouldbottle · 3 years

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dying stars and martyrs- marahope

word count: 1110

happy birthday @yadrieljulian !!! ilyy <333 i hope you like it :D

mara and light hope’s last stand. takes place during hero (the ep.), so spoilers!! angst but with ~ emotion ~ ***

Whispers. Whispers of saints, of soldiers, of angels. The mutters of darlings and demons, murmurs of ghosts and those lost. Mara was swimming in them, these voices of the hundreds of people who needed her, calling her. The echoes resonated, almost as loud as her pounding heart.

Heart. Her heart wasn’t the one that mattered. The real heart, the Heart of Etheria, did. The one that could destroy everyone’s heartbeat, not just her own.

Not only heartbeats. There were other things that had life but no heart, or at least, not a physical one. But their love was still real and true, and these would be destroyed as well.

Light Hope had always said she looked a bit like a star, eyes twinkling brightly under the grand expanse of the sky.

Sooner or later, all stars die.

Someone viewing a nightscape with billions of little lights never misses one if it disappears, but if the entire sky went out? Devastation. Stars were something that Mara clung to, their eternal shine offering her faraway comfort. And the stars that were people? They offered so much more than a luster of shimmering promises.

No. She would protect them, no matter what.

Light Hope once told her that everyone is made of stardust. Mara had laughed, unable to believe that the glittering orbs above them made up the human race, with their plain and non-shimmering skin. Now she could see the stardust in everyone. Every single person shone, if not literally. Even more, stars are distant, people are real. People are brighter than any star.

But not only people. Light Hope was brighter than all of them. Stardust created all things, not just humans. The entire world was stardust, and Hope had gotten an unfair amount. Every room seemed to sparkle that she was in.

When they had been talking about stardust, Mara had joked that she demanded they all should have sparkling skin and glowing eyes if they were truly children of the stars. Hope had reminded her that she actually did have all of these as She-ra.

She-ra.

With an enraged yell, Mara dragged herself out of her thoughts, hauling her sword once more against the spaceship side.

“Mara? Are you alright?”

Mara spun, and the sight of Light Hope sent new tears spilling over her cheeks.

“Oh Hope…” She took a step forward, reaching out only to bring her hands to her chest. Emotions conflicted, a whirlwind in her that she almost couldn’t bear to face.

But she needed the truth.

“Did you know?” Mara whispered.

Light Hope’s expression changed almost imperceptibly by regret. Mara had learned how to read her small shifts in expression. After all, she knew Light Hope better than anyone.

Or at least she thought.

“You knew.” Bitterness coated her accusation, hurled with all her pain. Of course Light Hope knew. She was their machine after all.

But… so was She-ra.

They were both guilty of crimes, crimes they couldn’t entirely control. And yet, Mara wished that Hope tried to make her own choices a little harder.

“Mara…” This time it was Light Hope who reached, and Mara stumbled back. “I… tried.” Her voice glitched, and fear gripped Mara’s chest. Light Hope couldn’t be controlled, not now, when there were so many things unsaid between them.

“Fight it, Hope.”

“My Mara…” Lighthope flickered, as did Mara’s heart at the “my.” Tears were coming again.

“T-there’s a place.”

“A place?” She leaned forward, breathing stopped as she realized what Hope was trying to do.

“Come on Hope, I believe in you.”

“A d-dimension. Despondos.” Light Hope was fading, glitching almost in half. A choked sound of emotion caught in Mara’s throat. “Th-they can’t g-ge-get you t-there.”

“Hope…” She held out her hand, palm up. Something familiar and sweet filled Lighthope’s face as she brought her fast fading hand up to meet it. Their palms met, and though it was unable to be felt physically, she certainly felt it in her heart. Mara sobbed, eyes meeting her Hope’s.

“Thank you Mara. For being m-my f-f-” She had almost faded completely. “Friend.” With that word, she had one final twist, and disappeared entirely.

Mara screamed, reached for where Hope had been, where her last stand as herself had happened.

She would be preprogrammed. Changed entirely. To someone who didn’t love her.

Someone Mara didn’t love.

Mara allowed herself a moment to curl in on herself, for a fraction of her pain to be felt. Why couldn’t she say anything? There were so many things that had to be said. How much she cared.

After Light Hope’s stand, she would have to be fast. They would be after her any moment.

Picking up her sword, she dragged it along, forcing herself to focus on the word that was more important, not the name of her love ricocheting around her mind.

Despondos.

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“You’re not Light Hope.” Tears were falling, fast and furious, as her love stood behind her, there but not truly there.

“I am the same basic operating system.” The words tore at Mara’s heart, even though she already knew this would happen.

“You’re aren’t her.” She shouted, anger and hurt building up inside of her. What she’d give for the real Light Hope to be beside her right now. It was a wish that would never come true. “And you don’t get to tell me what my destiny is.”

Sliding her fingers across the board, the hologram flickered away… for good. Another shock of grief built up in her, as she stopped to look at where Light Hope had once been. The woman who had given her fields of flowers and galaxies, oceans and deserts, icelands and many more places she would never be able to see. Who had been besides her when no one else had, caring and calming. Who had fought her programing every day to make her happy.

Hope had done so much for Mara, and now Mara had to pay it forward.

The next few minutes were both a blur and the slowest of her life. She knew she was fading as she tried to explain it all. To Adora, the future. There was no way she could survive this. She was the star after all. The star that would keep the night sky alive.

Light Hope was a star as well. One that had been snuffed, it’s light filled with darkness.

They were both stars, made of the same stardust, destined for the same fate.

As Mara and the ship met the atmosphere and began to burn, she noticed one thing before she was truly fading to black.

There were no stars in Despondos.

#she ra mara #light hope #marahope #she ra #spop #fanfic #usereleanor #this is like my second fic ever where it doesn't really have any fluff jkdsfd #CONGRATS ON SUCESSFULLY LEAVING THE WOMB ELEANORR #ilyyy <3333 #this entire fic was needlessly dramatic and had too much star symbolism/imagery but i'm gay what can i say #astrology belongs to the gays #as does drama #my fanfic #dot talk

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phobidawg · 3 years

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i made a novissa playlist! this one i actually bothered to put in an order, it’s supposed to show them becoming friends to lovers to not so much in love, but they have fond memories of each other and become friends again after supernova.

anyways they <3

#novissa #nova artino #narcissa cronin #renegades trilogy #dot talk #playlist #music #marissa meyer #renegades #usereleanor #usermaven #usersdiana

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novissa · 4 years

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DANNA BELL

“i worry that calling them butterflies all the time undermines how remarkable of an ability it really is. like saying, hey, i can turn into rainbows and daisies!”

(insp.)

#danna bell #renegades #renegades trilogy #marissa meyer #edit #usereleanor #userallyson #marissameyernw #claremonte #mine*#my edit

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normasshearer · 3 years

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