Lavender's Blue

The mystery princess. Goodness is magic. Indie Ella from 2015 Live action Cinderella, with 1950 cartoon influences. Multiverse, multiship. Mutuals only. Written by Kate. Tracks the tag 'ashencreature' On hiatus until further notice, starting December 19/20, 2018.

[ashencreature]

So I watched Cinderella again on a whim, and I’m gonna try to revive her. However, it won’t be here. She’ll be on my multimuse over on @moretreasurewithin and she will be a private/request only muse so that I don’t get overwhelmed again. 

And since it’s been ages since I wrote her, I’m going to drop all threads so we can start over with a clean slate. There are some plots and ships I’d still like to keep, if people are interested. Feel free to message me on the multi to start new things with the darling.

[ashencreature]

Below the cut are 177 100x100  and recolored icons of Christina Ricci as Katrina Van Tassel from the 1999 film Sleepy Hollow. I originally made these for myself, but dropped the muse, so I’m posting them for anyone else who wants them to have. Credit would be nice but isn’t necessary. Just don’t claim as your own, please.

[ashencreature]

Desperate Times ฯVin & Ellaฯ

[ashencreature]

Giggling softly at the two dogs, Ella rubbed at the little one’s ears. “Well, aren’t you sweet?” She cooed. “Hello there. I’ve always wanted a dog. I bet you like playing fetch, and running, and digging, hmm?”

The man was so humble. Usually, she admired that in others, having a great deal of humility herself. But he’d truly saved her. Not only had he gotten her gas and checked the car over, he ensured that she could continue to get to work. That her daughter could continue to eat. That she wouldn’t be taken away.

“But you are.” She insisted. “Not many people would have had the kindness to look, nor the patience to endure such a simple fix after all my blubbering. And I can’t tell you how much it means that you did.”

Making her way over to the driver’s seat of her own car, Ella sat down and closed her eyes. Though she was sure that the man wouldn’t lie to her, she couldn’t help but fear that something else would go wrong. With a quivering hand, she reached out and turned the key. The familiar, welcome rumble of the engine brought tears to her eyes as Ella looked back. “Thank you! Thank you so very, very much! I promise I’ll find a way to pay you back. Somehow…”

Her eyes widening, and a smile tugging at her lips, the young woman beamed. “Can I invite you to dinner? I’m a good cook. I was planning on making Garlic Herbed Beef Tenderloin tomorrow night. It’s my little girl’s favorite.”

[joe-lambe]

A few days.

[ashencreature]

“Oh…” She answered with a sad nod. “I understand.”

Ella did hate it so when Joe had to leave, the same way she had when her own father had when she was growing up. It made her feel lonely, and worse, it made her terrified that- like Papa- he wouldn’t return, and she’d be left destitute and grief stricken.

“Well, Flora and Helen are here now. And there’s Amelia and I. And your valet. I’m sure that we can see to things around here while you’re gone. And I promise not push myself. I’ll do little things that I can manage, and then I can oversee the others. I know Flora and Helen are eager to make it really feel like home here.”

[iwillmakemystandhere]

A Little Party--AshenCreature

[ashencreature]

Sighing, Ella hesitated. Maybe it would be nice to get out of her room for a little while. And if Vin, Mary, and Inez were there, she knew that she’d be safe. No one would hurt her with them there. And in the past, she would have been thrilled at the idea of a party and new friends.

Had so much changed just because of her stepmother? Had she truly changed so much?

Ella would have felt better about going if it were just Inez, Mary, Vin, Chris, Josiah, Nathan, JD, Buck, and Ezra. The thought of a crowd any more was petrifying. But she’d never be able to get back to some semblance of her former self if all she did was lock herself away and stick only to select few companions.

“All right. As long as you don’t let Buck try and pull his tricks again. The last time he did, I thought he was going to burst into flames, the way Chris glared at him when he came to bring me home. It isn’t right.” The girl answered decidedly. “I know Buck has a good heart. But his little games are no better than lies. And gentlemen don’t lie. He’s going to be a bad influence on JD.”

[ashencreature]

Harold? Ella didn’t recognize the name. Shaking her head she gave her friend a sympathetic look. “I understand. It’s never easy when a man won’t respect you and your boundaries. We’ve both had enough of that for one lifetime. We deserve better. They showed us that. And we have to set a good example for Josie.”

Rose was right. As much as she didn’t want the younger woman to be alone and grieving for the rest of her life, she needed to guide her daughter into leading a better life than either of them had. Josie deserved the world, they all did, but her most of all. Josie was innocent. She was pure, and if Ella had any say in it, she’d never know pain like what she had, nor depression like Rose had.

And following Rose’s confession, Ella sighed. It was only fair. “You know… At the factory, we have a new foreman. He’s not like the others. He’s young, and he’s kind. He has nice eyes and a sweet smile. And he doesn’t work us like dogs like the others do. He came up to me last week, when I had that flu, remember? He saw me in the courtyard at lunch, wrapped up in all my coats and coughing. He gave me soup and that medicine that you wondered how I’d gotten. He told me to rest at home until I was well. I said I couldn’t because my sister had a little girl we had to take care of, and if we didn’t work, she couldn’t eat. He offered to still give me my wages. Out of his own pocket, Rose! Imagine! It was the nicest thing anyone’s offered me since we got here. Rebecca said he was asking about me while I was here getting better. And Florence seemed quite cross when I came back because he smiled at me.”

[ashencreature]

“I don’t know.” Ella answered with a small shrug. “I’ve asked, but he wouldn’t answer. I wonder if it has something to do with his mother? He doesn’t talk about her much. All I know is that she was killed. I think he said when he was about 14? But he always looks sad whenever he does talk about her. Then his father, he simply refuses to say a thing about him. And he looks angry if you bring it up.”

Ella had her suspicions, of course. Coming from an abusive home, and having been in an abusive relationship, it was easy for her to tell when someone else was experiencing it too. She felt Tommy would tell her the story in his own time, when he was ready to. But she didn’t ask, because she didn’t want to force his trust, nor hurt him.

Perhaps it was his promise that she and their baby would never know pain or fear that cemented the thought in her head. Or the look in his eye when he said it. Or the way she’d wake to find him hovering over her to make sure she was all right. His tears and cries in the night…

[timegoesbyforusall]

"You never gave up on me." Ella to Miles

“And I never will.” A gentle hand came to rest on her shoulder, “You’re worth it, Ella, and you’re so much stronger and braver than you think.” 

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[ashencreature]

Biting her lip, the girl sighed. It was obvious that Miles wanted to change the topic. But there was so much she wanted to say to try and make him understand that he did deserve love, and that the past could be overcome. That it could be wrong.

He’d taught her that.

Ella nodded and sighed. “Yes. We have…”

A pause and a pregnant silence followed her comment before a serene smile filled her face once more. “Can we go riding, Miles? Or take a walk in the forest? It feels a little stuffy in here, doesn’t it?”

[ashencreature]

Confused as she was, in the depths of her heart, Ella felt a longing for her parents. They’d been just like that before Mother’s death, and before Madam Tremaine and her girls had come into her life and taken her father away.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I just… I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

[ashencreature]

A few moments later, one of the girls that worked there came up with a bunch of paperwork for her mother to fill out. And as she did that, Ella continued to play with the puppy, and tried to pet him, laughing brightly.

The little girl couldn’t believe her luck! She’d wanted a puppy for as long as she could remember. And he’d be happy on the farm. There were plenty of other animals for him to play with. And he could sleep in bed with her every night! So long as he was good and kind to mice and Mr. Goose.

“All right, Ella. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, Mummy.”

And then the girl opened the cage and attached a leash to the puppy’s collar. “Bye bye, buddy. You go and enjoy your new home.” She said as she pulled him out and placed him on the ground before the feet of his new owners.

“Ella, you’ll have to hold my hand because I need to hold his leash, ok.”

“I hold him, Mummy?”

“Maybe when you’re bigger, honey. He might knock you down. Come on. Let’s go home and see what Papa thinks of Bailey.”

[timegoesbyforusall]

"You loved me back to life." Ella to Miles

Miles grinned, shyly, but shook his head. “That was all you.”

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[ashencreature]

Ella shrugged softly as she got to her feet and pulled her shawl over her shoulders. “I’m not sure exactly. Jesse told me this morning he had a surprise for me, and he wanted me to meet him in town this afternoon. I know your father doesn’t want us to stray, but how could I say no? He seemed so happy and excited. I didn’t want to be the reason that joy fled from his face.”

[ashencreature]

Hey, guys. I just had a quick question.

It’s no secret that activity here has been practically nonexistent, and when it is a thing, it’s sporadic. I’m really struggling with muse for Ella. I still love her very much and want to write her, but it just won’t come. I’m not sure if I’m too stressed or the muse is gone or I’m too focused on my other characters, but it is what it is I guess. Then on top of that, it seems like her most consistent and plentiful threads are only with a handful of people. 

If there’s still interest in her, I will try to get her back, but right now, I’m honestly debating between dropping her completely or moving her to my multi and making her a private/request only muse. I guess I’m just wondering what you’d all prefer?

[myfairylily]

@jessiebennettphotography 

[ashencreature]

Below the cut are 68 100x100 icons of Amelia Clarkson as young Jane Eyre from the 2011 film Jane Eyre. I originally made these for myself, but dropped the muse, so I’m posting them for anyone else who wants them to have. Credit would be nice but isn’t necessary. Just don’t claim as your own, please.

[ashencreature]

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Ella asked, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s take a break from chores and have some fun!”

Grabbing her cloak and an old pair of boots, gloves, and a hat, she raced out into the snow and ran around for a moment. “Come on, Raoul!”

As she cried out, Ella grinned and rolled up a snowball to hide behind her back.

[curiouspondering-deactivated202]

William Wordsworth is one of my favorite Romantic poets. 

[joe-lambe]

A few days.

[ashencreature]

“I can see it in your eyes.” Ella answered simply. “You’re not as stony as you think you are. Not to me. I can tell when you’re happy or sad.” 

Reaching out and carefully plucking a flower that had grown too heavy for its stem. And as her fingertips gently stroked the silky petals, the young woman gave a little sigh. “Something is on your mind. I can tell. Is everything all right?”

Laughing brightly, Ella nodded. “Oh, he adores them. He’ll be tailing them about the place trying to sneak treats.”