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--{ hi friends i’m going to try restarting this girlie because i’m love princess punzie and i miss her sorry i’ve been away for a while //
dearest moon 🌙 :
Melancholia familiar to luna - veined entity, smile faint & forlorn when warm touch meets pallor cheek. He melts from the tender meeting ; like sunlight framing blossoms with a scintillating halo in springtide, he cannot help but bask under the homely presence of her hand, the brilliance of her. He says nothing, does not need to when eyes are windows of the soul & conveys all for him ; I know, I know. ( Words are not required ; he feels the same, she knows he feels the same. This is reality, but it makes even decades of waiting worth it if it means to see her. )
Gentle fingers inch to the radiance of palm resting on snowy skin, a timorous steadiness to his movements until he dares to meet her hand & twine digits with careful nimbleness. He does not realize the pause detaining his breath until he allows lungs to contract ; sigh shaky as joined hands ground him to this moment. The next exhale comes as a laugh, reserved mirth keeping the truth of his whole happiness at bay. ❛ Sorry, it’s just—- You’re really real, aren’t you? ❜ It must be a dream, for only there can I hold you like this again.
who needs an earth, when they could have this ?? she doesn’t even need a response ( in fact, she doesn’t even expect one ). instead, she relies on the waves of their hearts, the look in his eyes, the feel of slender fingers against her own. it has been too long, and too soon will they be forced to part- an eternal game of patience awaiting the sparse chances to enjoy her moon’s { e v e r y t h i n g }
his laugh shakes her, she shivers, she always forgets how much she adores the sound, how it fills her with unmistakable joy. a smile crosses her face, hand slowly lifting his, pressing a soft kiss on each finger as she responds. “ i’m only.. real.. when...we’re.... together-” everything else feels like a hazy time of nothing but the echos of waiting. of enduring, for when they shall meet again. a sound of mirth and she continues- “ perhaps i’m a gift from the moon " a tease, knowing that if they could use their powers to somehow always be together, they would.
“ besides, you can’t possibly be real-- you’re a dream come true ~ “
she presses yet another kiss to his thumb, letting his hand hang close to her face even afterwards.
A picture I commissioned from the wonderful Weiwei and Debatable (aka peevishpants and thatisdebatable) I am in love with the colours!
Based on the super villain/hero AU I have going with jackunzeldrabblesmain which you can read here - inkmadeofstars.tumblr.com/tagged/kryptonite/page/9
❛ & AS THE WORLD COMES TO AN END , I’LL BE HERE TO HOLD YOUR HAND
astrid hofferson , penned by sam . hiccup horrendous haddock , penned by m / mak .
personals pls do not reblog .
dearest moon 🌙 :
Pale skin cannot hide the subtle color of rouge dusting apples of cheeks at a response so chaste, nor does he bother to hide the new found color spreading on countenance. ( No, he finds no need to shy away when it feels as if her words — her sunshine — reaches the cold that is he. ) But not even supposed bliss of their reunion disables him from sensing the underlying dubiety lingering in her confession. Ghost of a smile hovers on lips to maintain a form of congeniality in the absence of warmth in his touch, yet there is no mistaking the earnest look in his eyes.
❛ —- And I would move galaxies if it meant more time with you. ❜ Free hand reach out to golden locks & twines it with nimble fingers. Gently, longingly, does he brush lips against starlit strands, smile unwavering all for her sake. ❛ Believe me, stella, I miss you everyday. Even now do I miss you. ❜
a shy smile crosses her lips, glad to see she still seems to maintain the ability to make him flush. she’s glad, glad that they’re still connected enough for him to understand even what she meant to keep inside. [ some things are meant to be secrets, but she doesn’t like hiding anything from her other half ]
her free hand moves gently, perching on the soft color staining his cheeks. “ every second being parted from you i am parted from the truest joy i ever feel- “ he is so kind to her, quelling her fear with simple gestures and lovely words and she is thankful yet again for choosing whom she can’t help but feel was always meant to be her moon.
she closes her eyes but for a second, taking comfort in his presence, in his touch before opening them yet again, anxious to look at him for their limited [ though cherished ] time.
'Look, I may be one for good deals but I'm not buying your bullshit' :') welp
IRRITATION - SENTENCE MEMES
fingers pulled through golden locks, eyes fixing on the corners of his lips. she didn’t know whether to be happy or sad that he could read her so well- that it was so hard for her to mask anything in front of him ( she really did mean to -- he was just too good at figuring her out )
emerald eyes slanted down as rapunzel tugged up her knees to her chest, pausing just for a second before leaning her head against his shoulder.
“ you’re right.. “ ( i’m not really ok- but i’m trying to be– )
and he helped- he always did. whether he meant to or not.
“ but could you not ask what’s wrong?? please-”
Irritation - Sentence Memes
“Childish as usual.”
“Ever think you’ll remove that stick up your ass?”
“Ah, so you’ve changed your mind… does this one work any better?”
“Good job, I think I’ll give you a high five… in the face.”
“Look I may be one for good deals but I’m not buying your bullshit.”
“I wouldn’t have to manage my anger, if you learned to manage your stupidity.”
“Sorry, I got mad and said a lot of things that I meant but shouldn’t of said.”
“You know I may be able to tolerate you but sometimes you really push it…”
“Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma?”
“You’re extremely attractive… when you don’t open your mouth.”
“I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you. “
“I’m jealous of all the people that haven’t met you.”
“You bring everyone a lot of joy… when you leave the room of course.”
“I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing that you never use it.”
“If you are going to be two faced, at least make one of them pretty.”
“You think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you?”
“Beaten on the ground is a good look for you.”
“I love how you just wear anything.”
“Personally, I find it charming how you’re not obsessed with personal style.”
“Wish I could be as laid-back as you about all responsibilities you’re avoiding.”
“Oh I’m sorry, is this making you uncomfortable?”
“Go ahead, keep goading. See what happens…”
“You’re not as interesting as you think you are.”
“Oh, you really think that’s a good idea? That’s cute.”
“No I get it, you look down on me ‘cause that’s the only way your fragile little ego gets validated.”
“I’d like to see things from your point of view but I can’t seem to get my head that far up my ass.”
“Not saying I would, but with the way you’re going someone is bound to punch your lights out.”
“Are good manners just something that escapes you? That’s alright, not everyone came from a civilized upbringing.”
“Shut your mouth for once, before I do it for you.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“You’re shit at defending yourself, so you make up for it in little snide comments.”
“I get tired of staring at your mug all day.”
“I was having a good day until I ran into you.”
“Ooh, what a scary look. Got something in mind there, or are you just gonna carry on like a spineless imp?”
“You say that, but we both know what would happen if you dared to challenge me.”
“I haven’t been ignoring you; I’ve been prioritizing you.”
“Wait, let me stop you there… is this train of thought actually relevant?”
“ I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.”
“No no, please keep talking. I always yawn when I’m interested.”
“I’m already visualizing the duct tape across your mouth.”
“Even when I constantly hand your ass to you, you come back for more.”
“Be quick, I don’t have all day.”
“You can’t buy yourself class.”
“Do you ever think before opening your mouth?”
—————————— and it was like cutting through clouds. it was freedom, it was long talks, it was sunsets and peaches and the scent of after-war, the victory of the battlefield. it was cutting corners, and coming out clean. it was fast paced, electric, dynamite. it was silk. it was meditation, it was zen. it was EVERYTHING. SHE was EVERYTHING. she was BEAUTIFUL DESPITE HERSELF.
previously MIIKIL. personals, do not reblog.
and i’ll choose you every goddamn time
❛ The moon is my only comfort.
It alone knows the pain that comes along with this solace. ❜
Ind. Sel. Jack Frost from RoTG. Penned by M.
Oh atlas, your ASHES can’t hold everything up high like YOU do.
independent. private. highly selective. steve rogers. mcu. penned by M.
But must it always be a tragedy? Maybe suns are meant to love boys who fall into seas.
Dear poets, it’s time to rewrite Icarus | p.d (via ohsebs)
You held me so tight, all my pieces came together. 🌙🌞
❛ ice contains no FUTURE, just the past, sealed away. as if they’re ALIVE, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear & distinct. ICE can preserve all kinds of things that way – cleanly, CLEARLY. that’s the essence of ice, the role it plays. ❜
written by JACKIE est. january 2013 as snowkingxelias & kiingofarendelle revamped 13 may 2016
dearest moon 🌙 :
There is something about the minuscule movement of a smile that makes an entire being gleam ; the moon deity caught breathless from dainty gesture’s radiant glow. Simplistic as it may be, merely reveling the way lips fashion into a curve that speaks of happy times reminds him of sunny skies & tranquil days. Scrutiny urges to have him examine her so much closer ; scintillating smiles, warmth of forest eyes, hair haloed in gold, & yes—- it is her, his sun. ( Finally, he is home. ) In his muted rejoice does he reciprocate emotion, dubiety dissolving to make way for jovial grin.
❛ I’m glad you like them. ❜ Timidity does not stop him from interlocking fingers in gentle hold, eager to feel whole again at the feel of her hand in his own. He is determined to make the most of this sacred time together, & hesitating will bring neither of them anywhere. Mindset steeled & resolve brought alight, noise in his throat resound quietly as he pushes to speak words never oft said.
❛ Though admittedly they’re—- not much compared to you. ❜
there is something about his smile that just fills her with joy. the smile of all the humans on earth can not compare to that of her darling moon and his cheerful grin. that’s something she’s always loved about him- her expression somehow brightens more at the feeling of his hand in her’s, something so familiar and safe in the embrace of each other’s fingers.
her face feels like it’ll burst into flames , and she startles at his forwardness.
{ you’ve become quite brave since i’ve last met you- perhaps a pretty human has caught your eye? }
she can’t say what prompts her to think something so petty. maybe it’s her irrational fear that once he fell in love with one of them, he wouldn’t give her a second glance. they get to truly meet but a few times a year, what reason would he have to love someone like her anyways? she tries to shake her thought, choosing to voice instead:
“ i’d take you over your stars any day-”