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but consider this a tiny plotting call while i work on things
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LOCKRIDGE FAMILY AESTHETICS
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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR -- 「 endless edits of
amelia. *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mutuals & partners may reblog / personals do not interact. 」
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Nervousness was not something she felt often, yet considering she now found herself thrust into a position she never expected herself to be in, she supposed she could allow herself some grace. That would be the advice she would give to anyone else. Like a balm to a wound Anavi’s words soothed the lingering remains of Amelia’s worries. Her friend was right, as she always was.
“Oh wait, I almost forgot, I have something for you.” She turned to the small vanity, one nestled within several different tables where all sorts of things had been set out while she readied. From a velvet lined box she pulled out a hair piece almost identical to the one in her own, though a little smaller. “Here.” Amelia motioned for her friend to turn around so she could place it into Anavi’s hair. “Perfect,” she noted, once she was pleased with the placement. “Now we are both ready, I think.”
Gleaming against the elegant embroidery of the room, the Queen's radiance mirrored that of a single star upon the horizon. Aquamarine eyes dance about the delicate finery of the ensemble, admiring the opulent elegance of her lady's taste. So far removed from the gaudy regalia of many of the youths blossoming into their roles at court. ❛ It is enchanting, ❜ Anavi beams. ❛ Yet refined. ❜ She tucks a stray lock of Amelia's hair away, in the back. ❛ Something that will command attention without overshadowing your own brilliance. ❜
She paces slowly, hating before her dear friend. ❛ Worry not, tonight will be just another moment in history soon. One I know you will look back on fondly. ❜ The corners of her eyes crinkle slightly beneath the anguine gaze. ❛ Now come, let us enjoy ourselves before the guests arrive. ❜
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What Crystal Are You?
pink opal: there is strength in softness and no one knows this better than you. no one knows cruelty it took for you to learn to be so vulnerable. your sensitivity is your armor. you refuse to let the world crush you. you refuse to stop seeing beauty in broken things. you will always look for the light in the darkness. people underestimate you. they think you are far too delicate. but they don't know your gentleness was forged from hardship. there are depths beneath your smiles no one will know. when was the last time you did let someone know, though? when was the last time you let yourself cry. when was the last time you didn't bury your anger? you're more than what you give to others.
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the princess was profoundly cherished by her father--his little flower, his dearest star. and as she grew so did the rumor that the king could refuse his daughter nothing.
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Ophelia ♡
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His honesty does not bother her, honesty is something she is used to. Even if it is not something she always wants. Young as she is, a princess in standing, she had never been coddled. At most things explained in more simple terms so she could fully understand. “I know,” she muttered as she kicked a small rock, watching it roll away. It was always the reason for why she was left behind, that she was too small, too young to keep up on her own. Sometimes Roman or Evander would let her ride with them, but today she was not so lucky.
But Remus too was left behind. She didn’t think why he wouldn’t be invited, Roman and her cousins liked him well enough. Nor could she think of a reason for why he wouldn’t want to go. But then, something about her brother was, well, different. A certain sadness, a heaviness similar to one she knew her father carried. But she didn’t want to ask him about it, not now anyways.
Her attention then turned back to her little pony. “I didn’t name him,” she pointed out, almost bitterly, like she was robbed of the chance. She reached out to pat his neck. “He bosses all the other horses around, so he gets put out with the goats.” She can’t help but giggle and like spring snow her bitterness melts. “And his favorite treats are peppermints.” She reached into the pocket of her coat to retrieve one, offering it to her brother for him to give to the pony.
he was not used to this domestic lifestyle. not anymore. things were different here. there was peace, so much peace and it unnerved him for some reason. this he was not used to. being surrounded by an adoring family full of laughter [ your own family is nothing but blood red and wails of your mother. ] it made him tense. but with little amelia, beloved sister in his eyes, he cannot help the smile that crossed his lips. gloved hand outstretched to rest 'pon her shoulder, petting her once, twice with a soft hum in his throat.
❝ that is the way of life, i fear. ❞ truthful remus, honest to a ruthless fault. never one to really interact with children. not well. he had made his own cousins weep on occasion simply for being too brutally honest. having to halt and think over words carefully to avoid making amelia cry more, lest he would be scolded and ashamed of himself for making her so upset. ❝ there will be times in the future when you all shall ride together. fret not, little one. those days will come. ❞ dark hues befall the girl at his side, steadily approaching the pony she so clung to. strange beasts, he knew. but pretty in their own ways. ❝ this one is pretty. snowball . . . a fitting name. ❞ he is trying to advert her sorrows now.
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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR -- 「 endless edits of
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obviously this is not anything i would force onto anyone who writes them. but it would not take a whole lot of time for amelia to befriend a lot of discovery's crew. tilly and hugh are probably the first people she befriends just putting that out there
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A SPOT OF SPRING -- 「 ameliacore edits. *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mutuals & partners may reblog / personals do not interact. 」
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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR -- 「 endless edits of
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logic is the beginning of wisdom. not the end.
#prcspcr - PRIVATE. HIGHLY SELECTIVE. MUTUALS ONLY. MISTER SPOCK OF STAR TREK. by Peter
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AMELIA LOCKRIDGE + PAINTINGS
art by annie stegg gerard
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you are a starfleet captain. you believe in service, sacrifice, compassion and love. no ⸻ i am not going to abandon the things that make me who i am because of a future that contains an ending that i hadn't foreseen for myself ...
indie captain christopher pike from star trek . written under a combination of medias including self headcanons, strange new worlds and discovery . please read carrd prior to following ...
#this is so HOT#also look it's amelia's space husband uwu#seriously tho cor's chris is *chef kiss*#beautifully written#10000000000/10#will always reccomend#&. katie approved : promos
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