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𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯

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                            she avoids maleficent’s gaze, unable to meet her eyes lest she crack. aurora’s never lied to maleficent, and she doesn’t think she’s capable of it now, but she doesn’t want her to worry. she loves her mother as much as her mother loves her   :   and the thought gives her pause, because it’s still so new, calling her that. her mother. oh, she’d thought it. for far longer than she thinks maleficent is aware. but actually saying it, it meant the world to her.    ❝   i   -   ❞   she starts, but she makes the mistake of looking up and she hesitates. visibly deflating, aurora shook her head.   ❝   not yet.   ❞    her voice is quiet, a soft whisper on her tongue as she wrings her hands together, fingers curling in on fingers and she hollows her cheeks.   ❝   i tried, really mother i did, but i   -   i couldn’t.   ❞    her breakfast hadn’t appealed to her, and she had declined lunch, the thought of food leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. philip, despite his concern, had understood. gathering her courage, aurora exhaled.   ❝   i haven’t been sleeping very well.   ❞   she confesses, and it’s a relief now that she has. it’s been weeks since the wedding, since ingrith and the faeries and ash in the wind   -   it was all aurora’s fault and she would wake in the middle of the night gasping for breath, a sob caught in her throat and philip at her side. she’d felt ill ever since, guilt and anger and fear sinking in her stomach like a stone in water. 

———  CONCERNED MEME  / @crimscnmalice​ !

[jacenyra]

elle fanning in the neon demon

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still not over auorora calling maleficent her mother tho.

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actual spoilers under the cut. scroll past or skip this if you do not want to know details about maleficent: mistress of evil.

i’ll write proper meta posts later but 

a. there’s a scene in the new movie where aurora discovers that ingrith removed the wings off of a pixie and essentially kept him underneath the castle, and she sees the scars on his back. she never saw maleficent’s scars from when her own wings were taken. 

b. five years have past since maleficent woke aurora from the curse and yet in that time, somehow aurora never met philip’s parents ? five years. they literally live across the river. so uh. that’s gonna need to be explained.

c. aurora didn’t believe maleficent when she said she wasn’t responsible for the king being cursed. she’s gonna feel guilty about that after everything blows over. 

big big big spoilers for those who don’t want to know.

d. maleficent literally dying in her arms is traumatic and aurora will have nightmares and suffer bouts of extreme anxiety because of it.

e. ingrith literally slaughtered aurora’s people. as queen of the moors, every creature she lured in to her trap that was killed was a subject of aurora’s and, even if ingrith gets turned back in to a human, it will take a very long time for aurora to move past it, if she ever does.

f. king john is a lot like aurora and i love him ( i also love ingrith even though she’s fucking psychotic ) and philip grew on me a lot in this movie. 

there’s more but i’ll add them later.

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and whereas aurora’s gentle nature and kind heart does mean she cared for her father to a certain degree, she knew stefan very little and was not as affected by his death as most would expect. ingrith bringing up stefan during the dinner scene, while most likely only an attempt at getting a rise out of maleficent, did not have the same effect on aurora. she feels guilty that she didn’t mourn him but she also didn’t know him. all she knew about him was that he was responsible for maleficent losing her wings and that he sent her away when she was a baby. should she need it, she will look to philip’s father for paternal guidance in the future. he becomes the father to her that stefan was not.

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it also goes without saying that in every verse possible bar plotted au’s, aurora was raised by maleficent as either her mother, or godmother.

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modern day aurora dances. ballet, contemporary and ballroom are her best genres, with additional training in tap and jazz, and rudimentary training in hip hop.

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seasonal aesthetics, repost, don’t reblog!

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.   layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.   cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.  full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations.   watching the snow fall.   sharp  edges.   hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.   the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.   a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.  the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping.   the art of growing.  a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.  a tornado in the valley.  smiling at a stranger. planning.  saccharine pinks.   making promises.   trying something new.   hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.  picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.   rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.   melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.   drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am.   loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.   nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.   flowers in bloom.   sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.  sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colors.  a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.   deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ).   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.  crunching leaves beneath feet.  feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.   sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.   creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk!!!   being ignored.   procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.  feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.   belly laughter after crying.  converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.  a lonely day.

tagged by : @efflorese,  *smooches*

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non-mutuals, do not reblog.

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                                                        you walk on your toes. it makes you taller, but not as tall as your mother. your hand rests on her shoulder, your balance teetering as you walk beside her, concentration kept on the ground.   ❝   why don’t we leave the moors ?   ❞   you ask, lowering yourself until your bare feet are flat, and your hand moves down your mothers arm, fingers lacing with her own. you hold her hand as you glance at her, a furrow between your brow.   ❝   don’t you want to know what’s out there ?   ❞   you do. you wonder how many secrets the world outside your home has to hold, and you wonder if your mother has already learned them all without you.   /   &.   @crimscnmalice.

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                                                                             you are fearless. raised amongst the wood, on the outskirts of the moors, your curiosity and kind heart encourages you to act before thought. when you see him, the sound of his voice startling you from your game, you find your words caught in your throat, and you feel apprehensive for the first time in your life. you’ve not met another like you before. your company, for as long as you can remember, has consisted of the faeries, diaval, and your godmother.   ❝   hello,   ❞   you offer with a cautious glance, head tilting as you step back, barefoot on the fallen log you had been balancing on as you walked.   /   &.   @arkleader.

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                                       ❝   stories are just that   -   stories.   ❞   you inject as much poise and strength in to your tone as you tour the academy grounds, forgoing the expected royal guard. you find yourself with company nonetheless, the son of a dwarf whose name escapes you. benjamin’s decision to bridge the barrier between auradon and the isle has had far reaching consequences, speculation reaching even your ears though you have shied away from any mention of the rock your mother was sentenced to all those years ago. you glance at a boy, a small smile gracing your lips as you reach out and rest a reassuring hand upon his shoulder.   ❝   they may surprise you.   ❞    /   &.   @notgrumpy.

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    concerned meme

“ are you okay? ”

“ you don’t look so good ”

“ sit down, you look faint ”

“ have you eaten today? ”

“ please, just rest for a minute please ”

“ i’m worried about you ”

“ what the hell happened? ”

“ did someone do this to you? ”

“ what’s wrong? ”

“ how long has this been going on? ”

“ why didn’t you tell me? ”

“ i can’t not care about you ”

“ don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine ”

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       ❝   i don’t think she took that particularly well.   ❞   you are soft-spoken, your words far too light on your tongue as you watch the horizon. as the sun begins to set, you release a held breath and ignore the disappointment stirring in your bones. your gaze is drawn to the girl you call your sister, and you brave a small smile as you sigh.   ❝   i should have told her sooner.   ❞   /   &.   @livevl.

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she is moonlight and shadows. you are the sun, and the breeze. you seek the warmth of her embrace, find comfort in the soothing lilt of her voice as she speaks in the dead of night. by day, you watch as she soars above the heavens and you wonder if it’s possible to dream whilst still awake   -   ind. queen aurora of disney’s maleficent, penned by reign.