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hey guys! i really missed roleplaying but really don’t feel up to returning to any of my other muses. i just created a new muse, ninny from the moomins series, at @seafrightened ! so if you’re interested in rping with me there, i’d love to interact! she’s very similar to ella, just sans the wings. yknow. fae instead of harpy. i really hope to be able to talk to my old friends again, just with this different muse <3
hey guys im sorry ive barely been online. life has been kinda hectic and i just havent felt like coming online at all. ive just been kinda discouraged at some of the sexism and clique-y-ness in the community.
i don’t know if this hiatus will end ever but you can catch me at my ig if it doesn’t. i love my muses a lot and i have some v good friends here so i might come back when life calms a bit. if i don’t, then i’m sorry, and thank you guys for the good run on ella, iris, and molly.
cendrillcn:
Cinderella leaned forward as Molly did, glancing around. She trusted the people in the palace, after all, they were very kind to her, but she knew better than anyone that some people may not be whom they seem. She turned her attention back to Molly, anxious to learn more about the UNICORN.
Cinderella’s eyes grew wider as Molly told her story, her heart racing with excitement for the woman across from her. ❝Oh I envy you,❞ she said softly. ❝Truly, you must be a special person to be chosen by such a beautiful and divine creature. Please, tell me more? Was she herself kind? Are the myths and legends true about them? That they possess…magic?❞
Molly beamed as the princess responded well to her storytelling. She knew how to exaggerate details in stories so that perhaps the details weren’t accurate but the emotions were; if you weren’t there, then the pure fear and joy of the tale couldn’t be portrayed as well. But this story which was cradled to her heart, it needed no exaggeration to make the listener feel-- for it was so odd and beautiful that it carried its own feelings without help from the teller.
“She was kind,” Molly Grue nodded, pushing a messy lock of hair behind her ear. “But also a bit vain, she was. To be fair, I can’t imagine bein’ as lovely as she was ‘nd not bein’ at least a wee bit vain ‘bout it. Aye, princess, she had a mighty magic about her. She brought a dead man back to life, seen it with me own eyes.”
Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.
wordsbyjm (via wnq-writers)
schmendrick vc: why don't u just marry the cat then >:V
"I can’t (and wouldn’t) marry a cat any more than the prince Lír could marry a horse. And I think your adoration for Clarabelle is on par for my love of Pirate Cat, so remember that next time you sass me over loving a pet.”
"There is no one I love more than my cat.”
schmendriiick:
a small and tired smile traces soft features, unsure of… everything. he loved her DEARLY, and would love any child she brought to him. whether it was theirs or one she picked up off the street. he delicately pets her as she shook in his arms, knowing of the past children that had never been. he doesn’t know how to react quite yet, wondering if this was a moment for MOURNING or CELEBRATION. he knew molly was older, and whilst it was not old enough to be damning it was worrisome. but it was not his decision to make, whatever she decided to do.
but as her fear melted into joy, the same became of schmendrick. he releases a small breathy laugh, almost of DISBELIEF. ‘so we are ‘ he speaks softly, pulling her closer to press his face to hers. green eyes fall shut as he becomes enveloped in thought, arms wrapped ‘round her and squeezing gently. He’d never considered being a father, having a family. he’d always thought he’d live forever, watching all he loved rot around him. it’d always struck FEAR into his heart, to imagine loving someone so deeply and watch them fade to dust. But this would be different. no longer was he doomed to wander the earth forever, aimlessly searching for his purpose. He was now mortal, and had discovered his place in this world. He’d found it in protecting and caring for those he loved.
he pulls away from her after a long pause, swallowing thickly as he stared for a moment. hands come up to gently cup her cheeks, ADORATION filling bright hues. ‘ you’re certain? ‘ he asks quietly, near BREATHLESS. tears brimmed in the corners of his eyes as he spoke, the number of emotions he felt near overwhelming. A CHILD…… a baby of his very own.
"Of course I'm certain, you dumbass," She sniffled, tilting her head down so he couldn’t see her sorry attempts to not laugh. “The fae don’t joke ‘bout that kinda thing, now, do they? Maybe they’ll fuck up what they can, but they wouldn’t-- they wouldn’t lie ‘bout this, no. Not after me bein’ Amalthea’s lady-in-waiting. Nah.”
Molly Grue tilted her head to the sky, letting the tears trickle down her cheeks. Her childhood dreams of having her own family, her own little baby to care for, felt like an entire lifetime ago-- the stench of Culley and the staleness of Haggard’s realm had made her hopes wisp away. But Amalthea had come, Amalthea had come and carried every ancient dream in her dandelion-thin mane, and she had delivered them to Molly in lieu of the peasant woman’s eyes. Molly had gladly agreed, for it was her seeing that made everything possible.
She paused, listening to her husband’s happy noises and whimpers. They were both crying, and for good reason. What were the odds of them having a baby, what with Molly being 38 and Schmendrick being-- well, at least 200? This was nothing short of a miracle. Everything, everything was a miracle.
Molly took a deep breath before continuing in a very soft voice.
“A little girl, they said. A little girl. We’ll need to think of names, we will.”
She pressed her face into his chest again. The fae had frightening voices, but it wasn’t so bad when they had good news. (Sometimes, Molly heard them when she sang aloud to herself during her chores.)
A child, a child, a girl, a baby girl.
Molly Grue wondered if Amalthea would wake on the morning of the birth, and if she would know something was different in the world. She wondered if this little girl would ever meet a unicorn. She wondered, too, if Amalthea might know when she and Schmendrick were gone. But that didn’t matter now, she thought to herself, her head in the sorcerer’s chest, that doesn’t matter now.
“Is it odd, magician? You’re not the last’a your clan no more, you ain’t gonna be the last.”
SHE WALKED EAGERLY INTO KING HAGGARD’S REALM ON BARE, BLISTERED FEET AND SHE SANG OFTEN.
independent molly grue from peter s beagle’s book and movie the last unicorn (penned by emilia)
erromes:
‘ what sort of things? i offer whatever i can to my Lady, for she is generous and kind, and appreciates all gifts – my favorites to give her are flowers, however. do your goddesses enjoy flowers? ’
SHE IS SUDDENLY very aware of how many questions she is asking, on account of the slight ache in her jaw and faint scratching in her throat. a life of hard work and now, a journey of solitude, have made her ill-used to acting upon the curious impulses that always alight her soul. nahia retracts a little, smiling out of polite sheepishness.
‘ i’m sorry. these are very many questions. ’
"Don't worry about too many questions, dear. Unlike what most men like to say, s’not a bad thing at all when girls wanna be learning.” Molly winked at her. This was wholesome, a refreshing break from only Schmendrick’s company-- she adored the magician, but he already had so much knowledge from his centuries upon centuries of living. It was nice to teach for once.
“I offer food and crystals, bits of bark ‘nd plants if it’s somethin’ associated with them. For Frejya, yes, I do leave flowers, since it’s somethin’ she’d like.” Molly arched her back, stretching her tired bones. “Often, the sacrifices are burned, so they can have them in their world.”
immortaliiis:
‘Melodramatic’ would chip the magician who starts hopping if you should challenge his magic. *:･ﾟ✧
“Forgive me.” Silently murmurs the Unicorn, the soft pang of guilt immediately numbing her arms the second she heard the pained hiss. She should have asked first, but Amalthea was always going head first into things without consulting anyone, even if it regarded the person in question. Learn from this, you silly Unicorn. She won’t.
“It’s strange. The way you two get along is as if you’ve been together since the very beginning.” Strange wasn’t a bad thing, the Unicorn just had a very strong habit of speaking her mind when she wasn’t speaking in it. She cants her head and hovers her hands back now; a soft, baby blue glow emits from her hands and shimmers weakly, what magic used helps mend Molly Grue’s flesh back together. There will be a dull ache still, but it is no longer open and prone to possible infection. Sore to walk on, but healed. What that blasphemous King wouldn’t have done to bare witness to that, to confirm his theory. Amalthea, however, cared very little for that at the moment. Love pushes aside the dangers for the concern of your heart’s desire. “I would confuse you for childhood sweethearts if it weren’t for the fact I was bare witness to your first meeting.”
"The beginning of time? I know I oughta believe you when you say it, ‘cause you’re prob’ly no younger than that, but he ‘nd I practically tumble somersaults in fightin’ each other. Less like childhood sweethearts, my lady, more like childhood rivals that wanna take each other down in the way a 7-year-old would. Hah!” She cackled a little to herself, thinking of the way she and Schmendrick interacted. Molly had been an only child, but she knew the way siblings hated each other with deep passion and yet loved each other with that same anger. That was how she interacted with him.
The peasant woman looked at her foot. It seemed healed entirely, just a bit achey. But, to be fair, years of intense physical labor-- walking barefoot in snowstorms, standing over boiling pots on painfully hot summer days, carrying her own weight in wood-- had made Molly Grue more than adept at ignoring soreness.
“Thanks a load, dear. I’m not sure how much I trust the magician to not let it get infected. See, I’m mighty fond’a keepin’ my foot on my ankle, and who knows if Schmendrick’d have it still in that spot at the end’a the day?” She grinned toothily up at the former unicorn. “Am I allowed to walk now? I got cleaning to do.”
i literally cant afford to have a mental health day but im skipping class to have a mental health few hours so here i am hey howdy
Medieval Inspired Fashion
knitstars:
to mabel, the world wasn’t concrete at all. everything could be just as bright and full of color as herself when looked at from the right perspective. but she beams at the compliments nonetheless.
“ thank you! yep! i knit, like, everything i wear myself, actually. ” by everything, she’s really just referring to the endless array of sweaters she wore near constantly. but even old t-shirts had masterpieces in puffy paint, and the few denim items that found their way into her closet were bedazzled from top to bottom.
she follows her to the register, and finds relief in dumping all the bottles of glue onto the counter, giving her arms and chin a break from balancing everything between them. she bounces cheerfully as she pulls out a cat-shaped coin purse from beneath her sweater, a small but obvious movement.
"Do you, really? That’s absolutely wonderful, sweetheart. All the power to you. I wish I had the energy to-- to knit at all, much more so knit everything. When you’re older, maybe you ought to open a little knitting store or sell your sweaters online for a living. That sounds more excitin’ of’a life than this, don’t it?” Molly laughed a bit emptily, gesturing her arm across the pallid dollar store aisles.
“Okay, okay--” Molly slid behind the cash register, back to where she had been stiffly standing for six hours straight. It was going to be a process to check out each of these bottles. She paused in her frantic counting, trying to keep track of how many pink glitters there were verses green and blue, when she saw the purse.
“That’s cute,” She commented, the corner of her mouth upturning. “I got a kitty at home. He don’t really got a name, so we just call ‘im Pirate Cat. He only got one eye ‘nd three legs. Found the poor guy half-dead in an alleyway, nursed him back, ‘nd now he follows me whenever I’m at home.” Molly turned back to the counting, having lost what number she was on.
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Rapunzel smiled and giggled. ❝A cow named Clarabelle…I like it!❞ she exclaimed. She looked down at Pascal and shook her head. ❝He’s actually not a lizard. He’s a chameleon.❞ She let him crawl down from her shoulder to her hand. Rapunzel set him onto the desk. ❝He can change the color of his skin to camouflage himself. He does it all the time when we play hide and seek. He’s pretty good, but I’m better.❞
Rapunzel giggled and Pascal squeaked in protest. He crawled over to a powder brush with pink tips. He climbed on top of it and his scales changed color to show off to Molly.
"Chah-mee-le-ohn,” Molly repeated in a very deliberate, slow tone. “I never heard’a that, I never-- Whoa, he camouflages?! How he change his skin color? I can’t do that shit, obviously, ‘nd I never met no animal before that does that neither. You sure that’s not a dragon? Baby dragon, maybe?” Her nostrils flared with fascination, eyes wide on the unknown creature.
“Ah!” Molly cried out, half in delight and half in confusion, “Ah, he does change color-- That’s definitely somethin’ you don’t see every day. What a curious little beast he is.”
intothewildsea a réagi à votre billet: ya girl got interviewed for a yale study and the...
CONGRATS!!!! <3
thank you!!! :')
Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone.
Carol Ann Duffy, from Little Red-Cap in The World’s Wife. (via sir-orfeo)
ya girl got interviewed for a yale study and the college newspaper in the course of two weeks. its crazy to me how i used to be terrified to say “im lesbian” out in public but now everyone seems to know me for it, to the point of even. yale researchers. truly wild. being an lgbt+ club leader on a conservative campus is a Ride(tm)
anyway ive been busy af the past few weeks im sorry my activity’s been really low!! ill try to be online a bit more!!!!! im getting a new tattoo soon also which is exciting
