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dependent multi-muse for everlyhqs featuring betty cooper ( archie comics ), harvey kinkle ( caos ), klaus baudelaire ( asoue ), & caroline forbes ( tvd ).

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mystic falls aesthetic ♡ caroline forbes

[theheavycrown]

From this slumber she shall wake when true love’s kiss the spell shall break.

When Betty wakes in bed alone, she has no recollection of how she got there… or who she is. Her only clue is a single ring on her left hand, engraved with one word, “Stay.” 

— a modern day Sleeping Beauty retelling

[riverdaleladiesdaily]

Why did you do that?

[claudia-kishi]

[myfairylily]

 @nadiamanzato 

[antukingnurse-deactivated201907]

You are not your mistakes, you are not your wounds, you are not your pain.

You are human.

— n.m.g.

[thickdickgrayson]

my first first love (2019)

[faithtrustpixiedust5]

[lordofdubai-deactivated20211205]

[done]

[valtsv]

i want to be WOOED!!! i want to be ADORED!!! fuck anyone who says it’s “cheesy” or “a cliche” i want to be ROMANCED!!!

[riverdaleladiesdaily]

Elizabeth. Pretty. Good evening. Come and join us, why don’t you?

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gcldrushed‌ !

with nervous hands, sabrina had adjusted her veil for what felt like the millionth time and the dress the billionth. until the time had come, her arm linked with ambrose as she awaited the music that would follow the opening of the doors. the witch had pinched herself twice already, the first one to ensure her that this was not the nightmare that had haunted her since she was sixteen– of a wedding day from hell. the second time was to make sure it wasn’t a real dream, that she was truly here– about to come face to face with the man she had wanted nothing more than to spent forever with. although it ached her to know her aunts could not be in attendance, she was comforted by the thoughts of her friends, of ambrose and of anne and robbie who she had always found solace in. the sound of the organ soon pulled sabrina back to the present, her arm wrapped tightly with ambrose’s as the doors were pulled open. 

her smile beamed as she passed by the rows of people, her eyes fixated on the destination they were heading. falling on anne– who she was truly so thankful to have with her and the faces of all her friends she had gained from her time in everly. even nick. though– she was sure to cast a smile in robbie’s direction as well, she truly had wished that two maid of honors could have been appointed to allow his involvement as well. any sensation of unease had lifted as she spotted harvey, tears already beginning to fill her eyes as she attempted to blink them away. if only she could freeze this moment and allow sixteen year old sabrina to see it and treasure it. assuming her spot facing him, sabrina had reached for harvey’s hands, her petite ones giving his a small squeeze as she whispered a breathless “you are so handsome.” and that he was, his tux leaving sabrina completely smitten.

he had known she would look beautiful, but his mind hadn’t prepared him for this. his breath caught in his throat, tears already stinging behind his eyes already. it almost seemed unfair for her to be this beautiful, to bring him such joy just by existing alone. there was a momentary pause before he brought one hand up to his face, breathing out shakily and quickly wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. if seeing her this way was enough to bring him to tears, he could hardly imagine how he’d react to their vows. chances were, he’d be a sobbing mess by the end of it all, laughing in between and lunging for the kiss to seal the deal. even then, waiting for her to approach, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his lips to himself for very long. swallowing thickly, he let his hand drop, lips quirking into a proud smile. there was a firm nod, a silent confirmation to ambrose that he’d take good care of her.

harvey brought her hand up to his mouth, pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles before lowering them. “i’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you,” he whispered. any words being spoken went over his head, eyes locked on his fiancée with such a fondness that would make anyone else sick. but then it was time, and he had vows to recite.

the heat of the moment did something to him, the folded up paper in his pocket going forgotten as he opened his mouth to speak. “i didn’t finish my vows until this morning,” he admitted with an awkward chuckle. “but i don’t think they’re really . . . good enough? so, let’s try something else.” what possessed him to come up with them on the fly, he didn’t know, but it felt better that way. “sabrina, you’ve always been a whirlwind. you never stay still very long, and sometimes you make decisions i don’t completely agree with. i get frustrated, and sometimes we fight, but i know now that you do these things because you care. you care so deeply about everyone around you that you’d rather do something reckless with no guarantee of success than nothing. there are an infinite amount of things that i love about you, but i think that’s my favorite. you keep me grounded; you inspire me. i thrive to be as selfless and compassionate as you are, and i promise to show that same level of care and loyalty for you. i will always remind you that you are human, and you are good.” he had to pause, to breathe and slow any tears already falling. “i feel ridiculously lucky to be standing here. you’ve accepted me always, no matter what, even when i struggled to do the same. i hardly deserve it, or you, but i’m glad i have it—and you. and, sabrina, i promise to always, always, let you have some of my fries. even if you said you didn’t want any.”

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archie had been one thing, but veronica? no, she’s convinced this is all a dream, now. there’s no one that means more to her than the raven haired beauty standing on the other side of the room. of course, her history and friendship with archie is important, but there’s a special place in betty’s heart for ronnie. her throat feels tight as she dares a step forward, hands clasped in front of her anxiously. what will she say? will veronica recognize her? she’s already felt the pain of not being remembered, and she’s heard horror stories of friends and family having no recollection of home at all. she’s so caught up in her thoughts that she hardly notices when she’s standing directly behind the familiar frame. “veronica?” she questions, rocking back on her heels and silently wishing she’d opted for the flats over the heels.         [ @vldges ]

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   betty hates weddings. they remind her of everything she’d never been allowed to have. her own insecurities forced her to ignore potential romance, or anything of the sort. it was unfair, she knew, but she had other, more important things to focus on. school, her future career, her friends. speaking of her friends—it can’t be. a flash of red hair, a crooked smile. loads of men had red hair, she knew that, but there was something about this ginger head that caught her eye. swallowing the lump in her throat, the blonde rushed forward, one hand reaching for his. “archie?” she breathed, green eyes wide with surprise. “archie andrews?” it’s a dream, isn’t it? it has to be. months passed and she hadn’t been so lucky as to come across anyone from home, never mind this someone from home. her hand finally gasped his, a wave of memories washing over her so hard it almost physically hurt her. yeah, it was archie. “hey, red.”                          [ @archandrwss ]

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rcyallytcinted‌ !

and change in features went detected by the observant prince , that observation and the light of his words perked his spirits. not that the company hadn’t already given him a reason to for the way his eyes shone . inevitably , his lips stretched into a bright smile at the mention of him writing a letter to him , ‘ will you ? ‘ there is a light stammer , taken off guard by the suggestion placed out in the open. a piece of him to carry … ‘ if you do , i’ll happily accept it and keep it with me. and in turn i’d like to write you one of my own.’  offering this , but what he didn’t say is – he already had one in progression. ‘ if i may , and if you’ll let me , i would love to learn more about you. ‘ always forward with his heart’s voice , alexei’s honesty could either be an undoing or a blessing . 

as always , he kept his word. not long after their encounter , he’d written alexei a letter in his neatest script . the contents of it were enough to make him blush , which one could consider a very special feat ; it was hard to get klaus baudelaire to express any feelings . to anyone else , it was hardly worth of such a reaction , but for a man that struggled so greatly with his emotions , it was a rather big deal . there was to be a wedding , and had he not been certain alexei would like to go , he likely would’ve spent the evening in the library instead . but the intrigue of the other , prettier male all but forced him to ask : would you like to accompany to the wedding this weekend ?

     one could imagine his surprise when his invitation had been accepted ; it hardly seemed real . standing alongside the blonde , his cheeks a soft shade of pink , he was quite sure he wasn’t dreaming . a pause , following by the clearing of his throat .  ‘ alexei , ‘  his voice faltered , though his face and stance remained confident .  ‘ would you like to dance ? with me ? ‘

[riverdalecentral]

there are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll undergoing traumatic experiences is one of them