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[30wyn]

look, we are not unspectacular things. we've come this far, survived this much. what would happen if we decided to survive more? to love harder?

independent original princess based on multiple fairytales - snow white - written by bee (24, she/they, est)

#* self promo #meant to reblog this here oops

[30wyn]

post trimming hates blythe in specific for me

#* ooc #it's anti-blythe

[30wyn]

it's a feeling éowyn knows all too well. the helpless knowledge that after the fighters have ridden off you are on your own, you are left at home with a knife in your shaking and unskilled hands to be spoils or victim once the war breaches your door. "of course. would you rather we do these lessons somewhere less open?" out here there's no lack of guards and other folk who could report what they see back to people who don't want alice to know their way around a blade. "it isn't. it quite nearly killed me, and i won." éowyn finds it easier to speak about now, but there is still a certain twinge that runs from shoulder to elbow to fingertips of her left arm. alice's question gets a shake of the head from her as éowyn sheathes her sword. "no. i have no desire to return to the field again. once it seemed a ... place to find something i was missing," to find glory, to find a death better than wasting away in a cage until she was a pale ghost of herself with no accomplishments or joys in her life to name, "but i did not find it on the battleground and i never will. this," a hand rests on the hilt of her sheathed blade, "is sport to me, now, and i suppose a worst-case scenario."

“  i  would  like  that.  with  my  father  aging  as  he  is  and  my  brothers  and  many  of  the  knights  of  the  castle  off  to  battle,  i  don’t  want  to  rely  on  just   hoping   that  my  scream  is  heard  in  time.  ”   their  lips  press  together,  smiling  in  an  odd  but  sad  way.  it  could  betray  something  much   deeper,   but  alice  doesn’t  let  it.  not  in  this  moment,  at  least.   “  i’ve  never  understood  the  tales  and  the  songs.  taking  the  life  of  another  person  should  not  be   glorified.  ”   maybe  it’s  because  they  wrote  their  own  songs  and  tales,  and  to  tell  one  of   war   and   destruction   never  crossed  their  mind.   they  wanted  their  songs  to  uplift,   not  fill  with   dread.   “  do  you  have  to  go  out  there  often?  i’ve  seen  my  brothers  once  they  return  —  and  i  do  not  wish  that  kind  of  horror  on   anyone.  ”

#30wyn #* v ; post

[30wyn]

we cried because we had lost something and gained something else. and because it hurt both losing and gaining. and because we knew what we had lost but weren't as yet able to put into words what it was we had gained.

independent cluster of marvel by bee.

#* self promo #she's.....yeah #icb i made another blog ICB

[30wyn]

@c1uster now exists and i'm still blaming blythe

#* ooc

[30wyn]

the look in her eyes brings forward something tender in éowyn's heart and her fingers tighten gently around lothíriel's, a soft squeeze to try and ground her rather than let her be washed out with the tide. the little laugh seems almost abrupt and éowyn sits silently in order to let the other pull her thoughts together into something solid. there's no need to ask if she feels the same ; éowyn is well aware. how could she not? lothíriel is just as guilty of stealing longing, pining looks when éomer has his back turned. the pair of them are near infuriating with this act, oft performed multiple times a night. once éowyn had counted that it happened thrice in the span of one meal.

"it may be one of the things i am most certain of in this world," she answers with a smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes, "i know my brother well, and he looks at you as if you hung the moon in the sky." it was, truly, a touch disconcerting at first to see the look in his eye. she figures he may have felt the same way when he arrived back at the houses of healing and found éowyn and faramir looking at each other with much the same glow of love in their eyes. that is what it is ; a certain light that grows within the gaze of one in love. "faramir has noted it as well, if that lends any more credence to the idea."

despite any lingering concern, a smile breaks across lothíriel's face at the utter relief in éowyn's sigh. any other day, she would have laughed. as it is, whatever thread of nerves and anticipation this conversation has created twists too tight to permit it. "it is probably like another language, for those used to speaking plainly," she says. "you will master it in time if you choose, though i rather hope that you will not." the thought of éowyn speaking like the most ambitious courtier feels as unnatural as seeing the sea go still in a windstorm.

whatever it is that éowyn wishes to tell her, it is clear that doing so even in plain honest terms is somehow complicated. she pauses long enough to feel that thread tighten further. it only grows worse as éowyn reaches over to take her hand, though - - somehow - - the direct way she looks at her, eye to eye, is steadying.

the words rush over and around her, tugging at her like an undertow, threatening to pull her out to sea. (you are the one i believe my brother will miss...the way he looks at you...never seen him look at another that way...) she cannot be sure she isn't dreaming it, that she isn't - - at this moment - - dozing in a window with a book fallen open on her lap. it is only the squeeze of éowyn's fingers that convinces her otherwise. "i..." she blinks several times in quick succession, helplessly feeling the warmth rising in her cheeks, unable to stop it. a thousand feelings and a hundred thousand thoughts, and she cannot find a way to voice any of them. now she does laugh, so briefly she wonders if she made the noise at all.

it would be a cruelty, to say such a thing without truth, and she does not think éowyn cruel. more, it would be against so much lothíriel has learned of the people of rohan - - the value they place on speaking the truth. and so she does not, even for a moment, believe this is scheme or lie. instead, she all but whispers only two words, spoken shyly and yet with a hope she cannot hide: "are you certain?"

#melnchly #* post

[30wyn]

thinking abt a,,,m.arvel character and its all @p3pper s fault

#* ooc #kicks around the canon character i like who is in like 10 uncanny xforce comics and then canonically stops existing #thinking abt her

[30wyn]

some day i'll have the guts to go all the way back to my rp roots and not have a faceclaim at all for an oc...just describe them....those were the days

#* ooc #it was so nice in like ye olde forum rp to not have to even think abt fcs #alternatively it was just like random scene kids for any modern rp which was wild but we don't need to linger on that

[30wyn]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 ( 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴 ) & 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❗

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uh oh! starting a doll collection!

#* ooc #by that i mean i now have three #1) low end ball jointed doll i bought with like...birthday money when i was 11 #2) dracula.ura from m.onster hi.gh i hunted for and then my mom bought me for xmas #3) a rainbow high beach doll that was on clearance for 9.50 #4) another rainbow high doll my mom is buying me off amazon bc i bought groceries for the family and she forgot to pay me back so #doll instead of money

[30wyn]

who is the most famous person you’ve interacted with either online or in person?

#* ooc #casually chatting w a new york times bestseller at an alumnae event from my hs last october #or lbr one of my professors who has been an actor & playwright since the 80s and has had a few film roles

[30wyn]

no, not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that… overthrows life. unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. 

SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE  1998, dir. John Madden

#* musings #OH

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if there's one thing i'll do it's change my inqs hair and give them scars and a broken nose post haven

#* ooc #going to the black emporium like shes getting a stress hair cut !

[30wyn]

while we’re all here, donate to these sites.

the european roma rights centre

roma support group

european roma grassroots organisations network 

jewish voices for peace 

combat antisemitism when you see it. a lot of us have turned a passive eye to nazi imagery but our silence is deadly, and normalized imagery or allusions to it lead to what we’re seeing now. call it out when you see it and support your jewish and roma mutuals.  

#* ooc #* psa

[30wyn]

can someone dm/discord message me whats going on rn

#* ooc #obligatory don't write n*zis???? what the fuck #i'm just worried i'm like following someone or will on accident who is Nasty bc i haven't been online all day

[30wyn]

wanting to write vs no braincells

#* ooc #if i owe u i will get to it i promise my brain is just #hhh

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          “As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let him be kind.”

independent/selective ROSLIN FREY of ASOIAF, as portrayed by PIPPA on a multifandom multimuse 

              ( CREDIT ) 

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