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      𝙸  𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳  𝙶𝙾𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁  𝙼𝙴    —    𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝙰𝚂  𝙸  𝙷𝙰𝙳  𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳  𝙷𝙸𝙼.

#⁻ ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵏᶤˢˢ ᶤᵗ ⁻ ᴹᵂᴬᴴ ᵎ ❜ ( SELF PROMO. ) #( friendLY REMINDER ) #( my weak ass self came back to tumblr ) #( and i can be found here !! )

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                       𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚   𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲  𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

#⁻ ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵏᶤˢˢ ᶤᵗ ⁻ ᴹᵂᴬᴴ ᵎ ❜ ( SELF PROMO. ) #( hi friends i am trying to make a return to tumblr ) #( but i'm going to be uhh ) #( very lax on this blog ) #( but !! ) #( if you'd like to write with mari !! ) #( she's active over here ! <3 ) #q.

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             i miss the rpc,   i truly do.   but,   i think i’m at a point in my life where-   i might be ?   done ?   i’m doing so much solo writing now,   working on estrella  and  mari’s book.   i’m working a job,   albeit its not much.   but when i’m not,   i’m almost   always   writing on my own.   i don’t have the motivation or time to seek out threads.

            i don’t know if this goodbye is  permanent,   but it may be !   and this is something i’ve been thinking about for a long time.   i’ve been in the tumblr rpc for   seven  years   now and i’ve done so much growing as a writer because of that.   but the simple fact of the matter is:   i  haven’t  been  here.  i haven’t been active and i haven’t even been checking tumblr.   it’s just not something on my mind anymore.

            i will always be   grateful   to all the friends i’ve made,   all of those who guided me through my angsty teenage years,   to those i’ve loved and those i’ve lost,   and those who really   nourished   that creative piece of me that had such a desire to create stories.

            a piece of me is extremely   sad   to leave,   to say goodbye,   because this has been such a   large   part of my life and i don’t even know if i really am ready to let go.   but,   i think it’s time to try and see what happens.

            all of you mean  so  much  to me and i love you all so much.   i have a new disc*rd now,   so it may be harder for some of you to get a hold of me,   but i will be checking in from time to time to see if anyone asks for it ♥   you’re also free to follow me on my  main twitter  or my  writing twitter.

                               and as they say,   thank  you  for  the  memories !!

#⁻ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵐᵒᵐ ʲʳ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ❜ ( OOC POST. ) #⁻ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶤᶰ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ❜ ( PSA. ) #( in case you missed it !! ) #q.

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             i miss the rpc,   i truly do.   but,   i think i’m at a point in my life where-   i might be ?   done ?   i’m doing so much solo writing now,   working on estrella  and  mari’s book.   i’m working a job,   albeit its not much.   but when i’m not,   i’m almost   always   writing on my own.   i don’t have the motivation or time to seek out threads.

            i don’t know if this goodbye is  permanent,   but it may be !   and this is something i’ve been thinking about for a long time.   i’ve been in the tumblr rpc for   seven  years   now and i’ve done so much growing as a writer because of that.   but the simple fact of the matter is:   i  haven’t  been  here.  i haven’t been active and i haven’t even been checking tumblr.   it’s just not something on my mind anymore.

            i will always be   grateful   to all the friends i’ve made,   all of those who guided me through my angsty teenage years,   to those i’ve loved and those i’ve lost,   and those who really   nourished   that creative piece of me that had such a desire to create stories.

            a piece of me is extremely   sad   to leave,   to say goodbye,   because this has been such a   large   part of my life and i don’t even know if i really am ready to let go.   but,   i think it’s time to try and see what happens.

            all of you mean  so  much  to me and i love you all so much.   i have a new disc*rd now,   so it may be harder for some of you to get a hold of me,   but i will be checking in from time to time to see if anyone asks for it ♥   you’re also free to follow me on my  main twitter  or my  writing twitter.

                               and as they say,   thank  you  for  the  memories !!

#⁻ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵐᵒᵐ ʲʳ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ❜ ( OOC POST. ) #⁻ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶤᶰ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ❜ ( PSA. ) #( this do be making me reaLLY SAD ) #( but i think its time. ) #( i've had so many experiences here ) #( and i will carry those with me always ) #( but i think its time to let go. ) #( i won't be deleting ) #( on that off chance that i somehow decide to come back ) #( but it's not looking very likely ) #( the only time i could see myself coming back ) #( is once i finish writing my books ) #( but even then ) #( i may have more projects in store for myself ) #( i love u guys though ) #( so fucking much ) #( and it really pains me to leave the community ) #( please take care of yourselves ! )

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            I’M  SENDING  A  RAVEN  WITH      𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃     ON  ITS  WINGS,             HOPING   IT   REACHES   YOU   IN   TIME     &    YOU   KNOW             WHAT IT MEANS.     IF YOU GET TO ME TOO    𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬,    JUST             KNOW   THAT   I    𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑫.        THE  AIR  IS  COLD  AND  THE             NIGHT IS LONG. I FEEL LIKE I MIGHT FADE UNTIL I’M  𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.                                                     I’M      SO      FAR      FROM      HOME.                                                                           featured   on   signsought.

#⁻ ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵏᶤˢˢ ᶤᵗ ⁻ ᴹᵂᴬᴴ ᵎ ❜ ( SELF PROMO. ) #( i am hiding over herE ) #( i'll be back on this blog ) #( once i either have something to do ) #( or this weekend ) #( but for now catch me over on estra )

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Mélanie Laurent as Elisabeth Beaugrand in Return of the Hero (2018) dir. Laurent Tirard

#✧ *:･ ELISABETH // IMAGERY. ･:*✧ #( elisabeth is an entire mood ) #( and u cannot change my mind ) #( she is ME ) #( i always wanna be like anna in beginners ) #( but i am elisabeth in le retour du heros ) #q.

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#✧ *:･ ESTRELLA // ISMS. ･:*✧ #✧ *:･ JANNIA // ISMS. ･:*✧ #✧ *:･ LUCIE // ISMS. ･:*✧ #✧ *:･ MARIELLE // ISMS. ･:*✧ #✧ *:･ SHOSANNA // ISMS. ･:*✧ #q.

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lustsfcrlife.

𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐬𝐨𝐧    𝐨𝐟    𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬    ,    𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞    𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐤    𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞   .    what    a    weighty    title    for    one    child    to    bare    before    he    could    even    conceptualize    what    that    meant    –    &    oh    did    he    bare    it    .    izaak    knew    days    like    this    would    come    in    his    ruling    ,    days    that    would    test    his    character  &    his    heart    ,    but    he    never    imagined    it    would    feel    like    this    ,    like    it    did    when    he    was    younger.    the    tired    ,    youthful    shoulders    that    had    to    adjust    to    the    weight    of    his    future    had    only    matured    into    a    head    with    a    crown    too    heavy    for    his    liking    now    .    prince    had    merely    been    replaced    with    king    .    nothing    had    changed    .    if    he    were    to    look    in    a    mirror    at    this    moment    ,    he    was    certain    he    would    see    the    youthful    character    his    father    had    ,    that    whimsical    little    being    too    small    for    his    armor    .    a    man    not    suited    for    this    position    .

to    be    feared    or    to    be    loved    –    that    was    the    question    ,    that    was    always    the    question    .    perhaps    it    was    naive    to    believe    there    was    a    middle    ground    there    ,    that    he    could    lurk    subtly    between    the    two    areas    without    having    to    choose    ,    but    in    not    choosing    ,    he    had    ;    he    had    chosen    to    be    loved    ,    &    his    kindness    had    been    mistaken    for    weakness    because    of    it    .    he    was    a    king    who    had    failed    ,    a    king    who    could    not    enforce    the    rules    this    city    needed    ,  &    now    he    had    to    do    what    he    had    never    truly    wanted    –    had    to    become    someone    he    truly    DESPISED    to    guide    his    people    back    .    this    was    too    much    for    him    .    he    did    not    want    to    speak    that    aloud    for    fear    he    would    let    down    another    being    today    ,    but    he    felt    it    so    strongly    he    was    certain    estrella    would    feel    it    soon    .    it    radiated    off    of    him    as    firmly    as    his    anger    did    .    while    he    had    become    a    master    at    concealing    his    emotion    around    many    people    ,    his    facade    could    only    hold    for    so    long    around    a    woman    who    seemed    to    know    him    better    than    he    knew    himself    .    

❛    sometimes    it    feels    as    though    i    know    nothing    ,    estrella    .    ❜        izaak    turns    to    her    ,    voice    lowered.    blue    hues    linger    towards    the    door    frame    ,    watching    for    listeners.    ❛    i    know    we    must    do    what    is    right    –    what    is    fair    –    but    you    must    know    how    this    feels.    what    is    just    &    fair    seems    to    have    failed    us    .    ❜    eyes    connect    with    her    own   ,    saying    all    they    need    to    without    a    word    having    to    leave    his    lips    .    there    is    something    pleading    inside    of    him    for    her    to    make    sense    of    all    this    madness    .    they    beg    her    to    release    him    of    this    burden    ,    unfairly    passing    his    duties    onto    a    woman    he    loves    because    he    is    certain    she    has    always    been    better    fitted    for    this    position.    but    then    his    eyes    flicker    ,    &    his    head    drops    ,    &    that    anger    releases    into    his    stream    again    .    back    straightens    &    he    lifts    himself    off    the    desk    .        ❛        we    will    need    to    go    through    the    proper    steps    ,    you    are    correct    about    that    ,    but    when    he    is    found    guilty    of    his    crimes    ,    i    want    him    to    suffer    the    cruelest    of    deaths    .    this    is    a    death    for    my    people    ,    for    my    children    ,  &    for    you    .    a    short    death    is    a    sweet    one    &    i    refuse    to    give    him    that    .    this    you    must    allow    me    –    that    is    rational    .    ❜    

                𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘      to understand and feel izaak’s emotions,   she is not a mind reader.   she often   wondered   what went through his mind in moments such as this.   given his past confessions,   she can only imagine much of it is self  doubt,   fear he’s not a good enough king.   no doubt a product of his father raising him,   the way he was treated as an   HEIR   and hardly anything more.   on more than one occasion,   such insight to his mind he shared with estrella,   confided in her.

               she could never understand it   fully,   having taken the weight of the crown with a poised and confident stride.   sometimes she wondered what in her upbringing allowed her such   ease   in becoming a queen.   she’ll attribute it to her   noble   upbringing,   for however short a time.   still,   it wasn’t as though she had no doubts of her own   —   they simply did not   align   with her husband’s.   her own being her fear she’s a failure as a   MOTHER   and a   WIFE.   a queen,   though ?   she had that   handled.

               when he speaks,   when his body language is so quick to   shift,   estrella finds that urging to reach to him.   she waits until he’s finished speaking entirely,   waits until the role of king takes over his body once again.   sometimes she   HATED   that,   hated how he spoke to her as   king   and not his   wife.   she’s supposed to be   safe   for him.   with no one else in the room,   he has no need to put on his regal facade with her.   estrella reminds him of this when her feet step forward and she crosses the room.   standing behind him,   her arms wrap around his waist,   resting her head on his back.

               digits run over the fabric of his clothes,   arms tightening their grasp around him before she pulls her head away briefly and places a   kiss   on his back.    ❛    do as you must.   i won’t stop you and i believe if kadir   is   to be executed,   it should be as   BRUTAL   as what he put these people through.   you know my feelings about the matter,   but i know it   must   be done.    ❜    she pauses,   nestling herself further into him.    ❛    you did   nothing   wrong,   my love.   i promise you that.   we   tried   —   we are doing our best.   and look at talais   —   look at omyth.   is it not more prosperous with   you   at its head than with your father ?   you are doing good work by our people and they know this.   i   know this.   you are a   good   man.   these days,   that is a   commodity   difficult to come by.    ❜

#lustsfcrlife #i. → ESTRELLA SANGUINE. #( would i die for both of them ?? ) #( absolutely ) #( in a HEARTBEAT )

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cerebriius.

        “You can benefit a lot more than you think from a leisurely walk. It’s my prefered method when it comes to clearing my head.” The slate itself will never be clean, there’s stains on there that are centuries old, but she’s usually able to at least repaint over the edges. “I recommend trying it sometime. And I’ll happily accompany you if and when you decide.” Another smile, softer than before, all of those sharp angles smoothing out while a chin jerks gently coerce Mari’s gaze to follow hers up and out. “Even if it’s just to that third tree and back.” 

        But her attention falls back to the woman beside her, a gentle smile still (almost always nowadays) in place, a careful brush stroke of a thing painted across porcelain. “My roots are in Washington. But my family owns property outside of New Orleans. So to answer your question, yes and no.” Smile broadens to a grin in amusement, only poking light fun at the other. 

        “I could take you there, if you’d like. The house itself doesn’t get much use out of it. So really, you’d be doing me a favor. And thankfully, for the both of us, my family didn’t come with me when I chose to travel.” She can already hear all of their thoughts when she ultimately decides when to tell her brothers and sisters about why she’s been spending all of her time down south instead of up north. It isn’t a conversation she’s ready to have. At least, not yet. 

               𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐃𝐘      and as she speaks,   marielle’s mind flies through a million different thoughts.   why   her ?   what divine force had sent her to mari’s part of the swamp ?   she’d been   ALONE   all this time,   her only friends the creatures of the swamp and the mangled corpses.   it had all been   fine,   she’d been managing perfectly fine,   if anyone should ask. 

              yet,   with edy’s arrival came an entire slew of   old   emotions,   feelings that marielle had convinced herself she buried after kai’s demise.   she feels that   LONGING   once again,   the longing to know someone,   to be close to someone.   it’s a conflicting thought,   one that she’s quick to   shove   aside to pull herself back to reality.

              the long silence is finally broken when edythe finishes speaking and mari almost feels the need to ask her to   repeat   herself.   but,   she doesn’t,   she’s heard her.   instead,   a deep breath is drawn in and she nods.   her stare breaks,   eyes drawing towards the water.    ❛    maybe we can just start with the   third  tree.   i don’t like to be away from home for too long.   the snakes get   lonely.    ❜    the serpents that slither freely in and out of her home is simply an excuse.   a piece of her is   FEARFUL   of edythe,   not because she’s afraid edythe would ever do anything to harm her.   simply because she is   so   beautiful and speaks with such an elegance and charm that mari’s fearful their budding friendship could turn into something   else.

              once again,   mari interrupts her distracted thoughts.   she stands from her chair now,   reaching a hand out to edythe.    ❛    show me just how   therapeutic   these walks can be.    ❜    she knows already.   more than once she’d recommended it to   patients.   but mari wouldn’t be in this position she’s in now if she ever   LISTENED   to her own advice.

#cerebriius #i. → MARIELLE GRAVOIS. #( HA ! ) #( GAAAAYYYY !!! )

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lustsfcrlife.

izaak    had    been    forewarned    about    this.    many    years    ago    ,    he    had    been    told    by    his    very    own    father    that    the    kindness    that    he    held    within    him    would    eventually    strike    him    naive    to    the    cruel    happenings    in    the    kingdom.    he    had    been    told    that.    no    matter    what    anyone    had    said    about    this    not    being    his    fault    –    that    there    was    no    way    he    could    have    known    –    izaak    could    not    bring    himself    to    believe    this    to    be    true.    he    could    have    known    if    he    hadn’t    been    so    easy    to    trust    those    who    lurked    his    halls.    he    could’ve    known    if    he’d    been    a    bit    more    wary    about    what    went    in    &    out    of    his    castle.    he    could’ve  known    if    he’d    trusted    his    father’s    words    &    took    them    as    seriously    as    the    man    had    endlessly    pleaded    with    him    to.    but    he    hadn’t    –    he’d    allowed    himself    to    be    sweetened    by    lies    ,    to    be    turned    away    from    what    was    truthful    in    favor    of    what    was    fantasy    ,    &    for    what    ?        to    end    up    here    ,    a    fool    ? 

the    only    thing    that    resides    in    izaak    currently    is    a    hot    ,    fiery    anger        –    not    dissimilar    to    his    father’s    –    burning    bright    in    his    chest    as    he    paces    the    floor.    how    could    he    have    allowed    this    to    happen    ?    how    could    he    have    been    so    foolish    as    not    to    suspect    that    kadir    was    doing    those    cruel    ,    evil    things    under    his    own    roof    ?    in    his    own    home    of    all    places    –    in    the    very    same    palace    where    his    children    & wife    slept    ?    it    was    all    his    fault    –    he    had    been    too    kind    ,    too    unsuspecting.    

estrella’s    words    do    not    ease    his    fury    or    quiet    his    frustrations    the    way    they    usually    do.    it    is    a    foreign    feeling    to    the    man    ,    but    he    is    positive    the    only    thing    that    will    bring    him    peace    is    to    see    that    man    dead.    he    needs    it    ,    needs    to    know    that    he    can    do    that    much    for    his    people    &    his    family    after    he    had    failed    them    like    this.    izaak    shakes    his    head    at    estrella.    for    once    ,    he    does    not    desire    her    assistance    ,    only    acceptance    of    what    he    will    demand    to    take    place.        

❛    i    do    not    wish    to    be    soothed    ,    estra.    this    is    my    fault    ,    &    as    the    king    i    will    take    responsibility    for    that    because    we    mustn’t    allow    ourselves    to    be    lied    to    anymore    –    even    by    ourselves.    i    should’ve    been    more    attentive    ,    &    i    have    failed    twelve    of    my    people    completely    by    not    being    so.    ❜        a    heavy    sigh    falls    from    his    lips    &    he    aches    to    yell    as    he    looks    on    at    estra    ,    though    not    necessarily    at    her.    she    is    there    ,    but    all    he    sees    &    all    he    feels    is    a    blind    rage.    he    cannot    help    himself    when    he    turns    to    his    desk    &    clears    it    of    its    contents    ,    swallowing    hard    as    he    sits    his    hands    flat    against    the    surface.    how    could    he    have    allowed    this    to    happen    ?  how    ?        ❛    i    want    him    dead.    i    want    to    see    him    hung    in    front    of    all    of    our    people    to    give    them    the    sense    of    justice    they    deserve    &    then    i    want    every    room    in    this    castle    to    be    searched    ,    including    our    own.    ❜    

            𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘      that surges through estrella’s body,   picking up on izaak’s body language,   his   rage.   it’s escalating and she can feel it,   can see it in his eyes.   she had seen anger like this before,   but from king eydin.   izaak wasn’t free from his father’s   CHOLER   and estrella has known this for a very long time.   but,   one of the many reasons she loved him so   dearly   was because of his empathy,   his compassion,   his overwhelming drive to do the right thing.       in his anger,   he is a   stranger   to estrella.

           she watches as he paces,   her limbs   ITCHING   to outstretch to him,   to pull him into her arms and run a hand through his hair.   but she refrains from doing so when he speaks.   his words cut   deep   and despite the stony visage that remains,   she knows her heart   hurts   from his refusal of her comfort.   she’s likely to do what she knows   needs   to be done regardless,   but for now,   she’ll give him his distance and remain silent.

               still,   body cannot help but   flinch   when he throws his hands across the desk.   it’s not that it’s scared her,   only that she’s perhaps never seen izaak quite like   this,   not in reality anyway.   it takes a moment,   but stature recomposes itself and she steps forward,   brows furrowing as her lips turn to a scowl.    ❛    izaak.    ❜    she speaks curtly, a sternness in her voice.   it’s all she can really manage right now,   his name and   nothing  more.

           when izaak speaks again,   eyes close and a deep breath is taken in.    ❛    we cannot simply   execute   him.   you know this.   if we want talais to remain   fair   and   just,   there must be a trial.   besides   —    ❜    she cuts herself off to open her eyes and look towards the door.   voice drops to a hushed tone.    ❛    —    we’re not even supposed to   know   that kadir committed these crimes,   remember ?   or must i remind you that i’ve only   just   returned from vincourt because we needed mages to preform   ILLEGAL   magic in our undercroft ?   you know i love you,   but please see this rationally.   it’s more than unfortunate we lost lives at the hands of a trusted man,   but it’s   finished,   izaak.   he’ll not get away with his crimes and we can ensure such,   but only once we’ve gone through the   proper   steps.   ❜

#lustsfcrlife #i. → ESTRELLA SANGUINE. #( GOD I LOVE THEM )

[heavenwalked]

anyway.   this woman is so cute and does not deserve to be bullied.

#✧ *:･ MÉLANIE LAURENT // FC. ･:*✧ #( look at her ) #( look how cuTE SHE IS ) #( i love her so much ) #( and i wiLL D*E ON THIS HILL )

[heavenwalked]

         i hate to RANT so early in the morning,   but like ??   i do not understand   HOW   someone is genuinely going to come after mélanie for being socially awkward.   like ???   that is such a low blow ??   she’s   ALWAYS   been like that and never once have i felt the need to make fun of her for it.   because that’s fucking   MEAN.   and it’s insulting to me even because like ??   i relate   SO  HEAVILY   to mélanie.   we have   EXTREMELY   similar mannerisms and that’s one of the biggest reasons i’m a fan of her.   because i   GET   it.   we’re both socially awkward,   loud,   intelligent,   stumbling,   artistic,   and sometimes messy people.

        the hate mélanie gets is quite literally just people   BULLYING  HER.   like ??   did y’all never watch bambi as a kid ??   IF YOU CAN’T SAY SOMETHING NICE,   DON’T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL.        grow up !!  

        she is literally hurting no one.      girl’s just trying to live her damn life and scout some filming locations.

#⁻ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵐᵒᵐ ʲʳ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ❜ ( OOC POST. ) #( tbd. ) #rant // #( anyone who knows me tho ) #( knows jusT HOW TILTED I GET ) #( ABOUT ALL OF THIS ) #( my bio on tw*tter ) #( is quite literally ) #( 'melanie laur*nt defense squad' ) #( AND IT SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BE ) #( like she's hAD her mistakes YES ) #( i'm not gonna say she's perfect ) #( because NO ONE IS ) #( but EVERYONE ) #( expecTS HER TO BE ??? ) #( it's so disgusting and unfair ) #( anyway. ) #( i'm good now. )

[heavenwalked]

melanie laur*nt:     -breathes- every french person in her vicinity:     BITCH.   LOOK AT HER.   SHE BREATHED.   SHE’S SUCH A BITCH.   PUTAIN !   JE LA DÉTESTE !!!   QUELLE HORRIBLE FEMME !!!!

#⁻ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵐᵒᵐ ʲʳ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ❜ ( OOC POST. ) #( tbd. ) #( to say i'm TIRED OF IT ) #( is an understatement ) #( it's literally all the time ) #( and people will come @ her ) #( for literally NOTHING ) #( oh my god !! ) #( she's socially awkward !! ) #( how embarrassing of her !! ) #( like do u not realize... ) #( how CRUEL you sound right now ) #( picking on a woman just for EXISTING ) #( i'm so tired of it ) #( tw*tter exhausts me )

[heavenwalked]

My kinds of ships are the ships where the men know their women are powerful forces of nature and that they could fuck up entire armies in a matter of seconds and THEY EMBRACE IT AND TAKE PRIDE IN IT???! “Oh… It’s not me you should be worried about… It’s my WIFE.“ *smirks* YAAASSSSSSSSSS GIVE ME MORE.

#✧ *:･ SHIP // ESTRELLA && IZAAK. ･:*✧ #( izaak knows his wife will cut the hands off of men who touch her ) #( and does nothing but encourage her ) #( when she threatens them ) #( like he KNOWS his wife is powerfuL ) #( and he LOVES HER FOR IT ) #q.

[heavenwalked]

#EXACT SAME ENERGY

#✧ *:･ SHIP // ALICE && JOHN. ･:*✧ #✧ *:･ SHIP // ESTRELLA && IZAAK. ･:*✧ #( john has ACTUALLY said this ) #( when fkn dirK was staring at alice as she was walking away ) #( he was like ) #( ''dirk.. diRK.'' ) #( ''thaTs mY WIFE'' ) #( and this is just ) #( izaak's energy towards estra ) #( all the time ) #q.

[heavenwalked]

@lustsfcrlife.

              𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑,      his capturing by the guard,   was certainly a twist that even estrella could not have   imagined.   if not for the mages,   perhaps they would have   NEVER   caught him and his crimes would be left unpunished.   twelve  victims.   it’s left her mind spinning,   even as she stands in his office,   alone now with izaak.   she can tell he’s frustrated,   ENRAGED   even,   by the slight red tint climbing to his face,   his breathing   heavier.

                kadir had been   right   under their noses,   hauling victims in and out of the castle without anyone noticing a thing.   he was a   friend   to talais,   or at least the sanguines thought.   it was understandable that izaak would feel even   PARTIALLY   responsible.   estrella wants to draw closer to him,   to try and soothe him,   but she keeps her distance,   hands clasped in front of her waist.   

              a deep breath is drawn in,   posture straightening.    ❛    it’s not   your   fault,    my love.    ❜    she wants to say it before he even has a chance to   begin   blaming himself.   if the door had not been kicked in,   she’d close it for even a semblance of   privacy.   but,   there it lay,   broken on the stone floor.   she allows a pause with her words before lips part to speak again.    ❛    you could not have known.   none   of us did.    ❜

#lustsfcrlife #i. → ESTRELLA SANGUINE. #( i am readY )

[heavenwalked]

          thinking about marielle gravois walking through the swamp barefoot in a long dress,   paint it,  black   playing,   on her way back from killing a man and she’s covered in dirt and mud.   but she's got a smile on her face anyway !!

#⁻ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵐᵒᵐ ʲʳ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ❜ ( OOC POST. ) #( tbd. ) #( just !! got a lil pep in her step !! ) #( whistling as she goes home !! ) #( i love her ) #( even with how sadistic she is ) #( i have to stan )