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alittlecurse-deactivated2016110

I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.

(via hailthequeens)

#8>;;;#;;musings

stars-bean

Alice in Wonderland (1951)

#I'M SO #this is like #his mannerisms and diction spot-on icb #; isms

stars-bean

#it #it only just now occurred to me how extremely bby whis would vibe with alice from this movie......#did i do that on purpose #; isms #u know things are bad when the eldritch immortal child feels like he's in wonderland omg

hey remember how the last time i was on this blog i mentioned something about maybe giving bby!whis a makeover, bc the idea of him having a different hairstyle as a child is Appealing thinking emoji

well i didn’t get very far lmao

i based this potential hairstyle on one i made with a doll maker here bc i Liked it, but it also kinda reminds me of mafdet’s crea’s hair jfjfkea;gh

#;;masha's art

#i've been thinking about giving bby whis a makeover #that is #changing his hairstyle #thinking emoji #bc i think it might be a little silly that he's had the Exact Same Hairstyle all his life lmaooo #tbd

#a song: as you lay to die beside me baby on the morning that you came--#me who still has a Weird Desire to see bby whis interact with a dying mortal: o h #tbd

wow baby whis here still being one of my Comfort Muses

#lies down #i forgot how much i love him #tbd #i really #need to do dishes now tho #goodnight #i feel #much better than i did #uhh #what #idk a little bit earlier

cont. || @brokenxfragments

He can’t help but give her a delighted smile-- funny how much more receptive she seems now that the threat of a storm is no longer hanging over them (and she’d been considerably polite, even then). At least, that’s what he assumes has effected this change in her demeanor. Whis sets his own lunch-- a pie wrapped in a flower-dotted handkerchief, then nestled snugly inside a plain, wooden box-- onto the grass at his feet.

“I thought I could trust you,” he answers loftily. It’s as he’s ‘leading’ the other lunchbox to its recipient that he hears her query; he glances at the drying bloom from the corners of his eyes, though he knows there’s little point in playing coy about it now, not after his... theatrics just seconds before.

“The locals called it the Sleeping Soul.” Whis’ fingers hover over the icy blue flower as if it’s excessively hot or cold to the touch, but he simply can’t help himself. When he continues, his tone of voice gives the impression he’s lost in thought, as does his faraway gaze. “If I recall correctly, myths dictate it’s what remains of an ancient, holy creature that once roamed their steppes. The mortals’ stories go that their ancestors wanted to repay the kindnesses shown to them by the beast, but their efforts were misguided, and in the end, proved fatal to the poor thing.”

He laughs, then, almost nervously, and seems to come back to the present. “So, they say now that these flowers only bloom where its spirit has been resting. They’re surprisingly common there, but still special.”

#brokenxfragments #;;interactions #fjkfa; I'M SO SORRY THIS JUST #EXPLODED #also #sobs #they're so cute......

inanotherunivrse

in another universe i’m able to save you

#absolutely nobody knows what this is referring to Yet #and #considering how low my muse for bby whis has been #may Never know #but #g o d #The Pain........#file this under headcanons i hadn't thought of in ages and didn't Need to thank you #;;musings

llovinghome

#remember that one thread with rosa where bby whis offered her a place to stay out of the storm and they ended up like #cleaning the little cottage he'd kinda commandeered for himself on whatever planet it was lmao #bc this is what i imagine that abandoned cottage to have looked like #uhh #;;travels

llovinghome

#oh #je sus #this hurts me somewhere deep down rip #it's been #so long since i posted here i don't even remember my tags uhhhh #;;travels

🌷 What’s your favourite flower? 🍎 Favourite fruit?

o | Accepting

“Hmm…” He’s so recently come across a good number of previously unknown flowers and fruits, it’s rather hard for him to choose. He thinks first of songberries, and the large, baby pink flowers that had bloomed outside his bedroom window every spring back on his birth world, but– no, those are boring answers. He can’t bring himself to choose something so mundane, not when he’s seen so many other exciting ones.

It’d be silly to still prefer the familiar.

“Well…” He starts hesitantly. “…I did just recently visit this– oh, astonishingly warm planet. All of their flora was so wonderfully vibrant! There was this one in particular, though– mmm, I think they called it a villea? I saw it mostly on walls and gates, just enormous blooms of leaves and pretty violet flowers.”

“Fruit, on the other hand– well, that same planet boasted this particularly large, green one covered in spikes. And I do mean large,” he clarifies with a childish laugh. “One of them was almost as big as I was. And yet, the only edible parts are the big yellow seeds on the inside! I thought it was so comical. I can’t remember the name they’d given it… I’ll have to ask Jule.”

#thechildlikeangel #;answered #answers this like a million years later

reveriiea

E v e r y o n e dies ALONE.

But if you m e a n t something to someone, If you HELPED someone, or LOVED someone— If even a s i n g l e person remembers you… Then maybe you never REALLY die.

And maybe… this i s n ’ t the end AT ALL.

#bby whis thinks about this a lot and thinks mortals are kinda clever for looking at it this way #even if he's #a little #patronizing about it #;;musings