Sky Above, Voice Within

Lunala. 29. She/her. Current hyperfixation: The Elder Scrolls. This blog is basically a repository for things I like including: fandoms (Tolkien, FFXVI, Warhammer 40k, Sailor Moon, dolls, various magical girls anime, many video games, etc), art, and aesthetics. Occasional horror posting, tw:horror is the tag.

[kanamajo]

[kawatooo]

[hheininge-art]

Abra | I gain access to a world only I can see.

HHEININGE

[blue-eyed-beastie]

"Far off places..."

"Daring sword fights..."

"Magic spells..."

"A prince in disguise."

Bookseller: Finished already? Belle: Oh, I couldn't put it down. Have you got anything new? Bookseller: [laughing] Not since yesterday. Belle: That's all right. I'll borrow... this one! Bookseller: That one? But you've read it twice! Belle: Well, it's my favorite! Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise! Bookseller: If you like it all that much, it's yours.

[ilustrariane]

Gave prince Adam from Beauty and The Beast a well deserved remake, beard and all. Its an outrage hes baby faced honestly....

Thoughts?

[globalhypnosis-deactivated20181]

[punkpandapatrixk]

When I was a child I believed everything was possible. Sadly, I was met with adults who told me I should grow up and be responsible. They said fairy tales aren't sensible.

For a time I listened to that, thinking their worldview was reliable. When they told me my dreams and ambitions were unattainable. But then, I grew up and came to my own senses...how some adults are abominable.

Adults…many of them see in children what they’ve allowed to die inside of themselves. I know now they are very much ashamed of themselves. For that reason, they’d rather no child grows up to be happier or nobler than themselves.

I’m sure it must be envy.

I’m now a grownup, too. But unlike them, I haven’t died; not really, no. Even better, now that I’m older, I’m going to see all my dreams and ambitions come true.

And one day, when I have a child of my own, I’ll teach them to fight for their own fairy tale.

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay.

— Brian W. Aldiss

[dangerousperfectionparadise]

[sailor-moon-edits]

another edit dump

feel free to use with credit💖

[1nternetangel]

[megucacharlotte]

[soulspark]

[levenlyne1]

[goomboat]

Shanghai Shanghai Shanghai Shanghai

[goomboat]

Hourai Hourai Hourai Hourai

[classicteacup]

them :-P

[puella-aeterna-amorem]

I love that my most popular posts continue to be me loving my Ultramarine son. God speed to all who are scouring the Uriel Ventris tag for content.