Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.
Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.
Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.
Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.
Recognized Hatter, 1946
Soft 👏 female 👏 muses 👏 are 👏 valid. 👏 Female muses who love to wear pretty things and dream about love. Female muses who dance, sing, and enjoy the arts. Female muses who fight in battle and cry over the loss of friends. Female muses who break down from holding life together. Female muses who sometimes crumble under the weight of the world on their shoulders. Female muses don’t have to be hard and fierce and invisible in order to be strong. Soft female muses are not weak.
Andrea & Leo Constellation Dress
|| Indie Killian blog searching the vast expanse of the ocean fandom for more partners! Like or reblog this if you wanna interact and I’ll check you out c:
Pirate Edition {Sentence Starters} sources include: PoTC movies, Treasure Island, Muppet’s Treasure Island, and Treasure Planet
has your muse ever been resuscitated, and if so, what led to the resuscitation. that's my question , reblog and answer in the tags
Khaled & Marwan | Flawless 2023
I treat them like they have a heart like mine, and that's where I go wrong.
i wish i had wings | by roosavintage
i got a request and i listened to an alarming number of "royalcore" playlists on spot.ify and i tried researching knights and royalty and it just got me confused and stressed out, so historians, pls look away, i'm here for the protective and occasionally pining vibes of "the monarch and their knight" vibes!! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! i have two more royally vibing lists in the works!! and i may edit this list to add more in the future, as i have already done with other meme lists!
FROM THE KNIGHT.
FROM THE ROYALS.
Someone please kiss me softly and tell me I’m good enough.
I like you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // I want you to like me // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // You’re good-looking // You’re fun // You’re nice // You’re smart // I look up to you // I never want to forget you //
stillkenobi:
“Of course I’ll stay.”
Sitting on the bed beside her, continuing to hold her hand, he returned the smile. She was right; the bed was more comfortable than the chair, and though he was weary, he would not fall asleep. Providing comfort from nightmares was not technically part of his mission objectives, but he was serving the light side of the Force by easing another’s pain and suffering, wasn’t he? Master Qui-Gon would have done the same, Obi-Wan told himself. It had been a year since he had gone on to become one with the Force, and he was missed every day. And it had been many years more since he and Qui-Gon had been last on this planet, aiding Snow’s father with an incursion in his lands. It was strange to be back there once again, and sad that matters in the kingdom had become so dreadful. It was no wonder that Snow was plagued by bad dreams after all that she had suffered.
“What was it this time? If you want to talk about it, that is.”
Letting out a breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding, she relaxed into the pillow when he agreed to stay. “Thank you.” Once he sat on the bed, she let herself snuggle up against him, her head resting lightly upon his shoulder while still clasping his hand. Being awake allowed her defense mechanisms and protections to fall back into place, the things that protected her during daylight hours and kept her from crying at seemingly random things or lashing out at people undeserving of her ire. Facing the things she ran from would be painful, but would ultimately help her.
She began to recount the dream, though it came to her fragmented and fuzzy. “It was like when she tripped me and I fell down the stairs when I was fifteen, but in my dream, Father was there. Of course, it makes no sense, as he was already dead when it happened-- but anyways, I think she had pushed him before tripping me, and we met at the bottom of the stairwell when I landed near him. His body was broken and bleeding, much like mine, but he kept saying he was sorry, and that it was all his fault-- but that’s foolish, he had nothing to do with it, and I could hear her laughing from above...” Her voice broke then, and she wiped at her face with her hand, suddenly aware of the tears that had been coursing down her cheeks.