moonlit dreams.

She will love deeply, she will suffer terribly, she will have glorious moments to compensate.  

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update: 16/04/2022: currently on hiatus.

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Odette ( she / her ). 25. Brazil. English is therefore my second language and I’m bound to make mistakes, please don’t be mean about it!! My muse roster a mixture of period drama, fantasy and disney characters!!

I love plotting, I love talking to my friends and learning more about their characters, so always message me if you want to chat or have an idea !! I never stop accepting memes so if you want to send me something to start and interaction/nudge me to yell in your ims, I highly encourage you to!!

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[mcrtals]

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[lizzieforbes]

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hey guys!! so, i have been struggling to focus on my muses here. i have a lot of threads I love, and that I definetly want to keep, but I’ll be taking a little break from here for a while to focus on other things! i’ll mainly be on my peter parker blog @sciencebuff! you can also catch me on discord if you want to keep chatting/plotting! my handle is: coffee filter#6151

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I want auroras and sad prose. I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, ‘Cause I haven’t moved in years. And I want you right here ( for @enchantedorigins )

[theclassicsreader]

“You who read me–are you certain you understand my language?”

— Jorge Luis Borges, from “The Library of Babel”

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moretreasurewithin·:

Nodding, Lucy set off down the hill. The man was tall, and heavier than her. But she could usually manage the hold. The only one she’d ever really struggled with was Peter, because of how much bigger he was than her. And this man was probably close to that, if not bigger. But she had to do what she had to do.

When they reached the level spot she’d spoken of, Lu carefully set the man on his feet and put a hand on his arm to steady him, and catch her own breath. A winded, though triumphant, grin spread across her face as she glanced up at him. “Well, that was the biggest challenge I’ve had doing that in a while.” The girl breathlessly chuckled. “Are you ok? Balance alright? Do you need help walking?”

Poor thing. He still looked as if he were half in the world, half somewhere else. She’d never seen a curse like this before. And, as a monarch, she worried for everyone in her kingdom, all those under her care. She might have to bring it up to her brothers and sister. Maybe they could investigate and try to figure things out…

“Don’t worry.” Lucy soothed, her eyes gentle and her grip comforting. “You’re safe now. The castle isn’t too far away. See, the tower, just there over the tops of the trees? We’ll be there soon. Then, we’ll get you a room and a nice hot bath. Some water and food. You’ll be alright. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe and sound with me. Come on.”

With an encouraging smile, she held out her hand to him. Whether to help him along, or seeking the trust of her word, she wasn’t quite sure. But in the end, it was all the same, she supposed.

“What’s your name? Do you remember?”

Charles  stumbles  backwards  as  he  is  set  down  on  the  ground,  the  grass  spinning  beneath  him.    It’s  a  little  easier  here,  but  not  a  lot,  it  takes  all  of  his  mental  strength  not  to  revert  back  into  a  primal  state  and  fall  down,  using  his  hands  to  move  and  balance  himself  as  well  as  his  feet.    ❝  I  don’t  know.    ❞  he  says  to  himself,  answering  a  thousand  questions,  her  words  overwhelming  him.

There  isn’t  a  lot  of  opportunity  for  talking  as  a  bear,  and  he  hasn’t  heard  these  many  human  words  in  decades.  He  focuses  on  his  feet,  putting  one  in  front  of  the  other,  doing  this  over  and  over  again,  hand  clenching  hers  tightly  until  he  felt  safe  enough  to  slowly  let  it  go,  their  hands  now  just  standing  in  front  of  the  other,  brushing  as  he  turned  or  stumbled.    ❝  It’s  much  easier  to  walk  on  four  legs.  ❞  he  gruffly  complains,  rough  voice  breaking  in  the  last  few  words.

Feeling  his  legs  ache,  Charles  stops,  breath  rising  and  falling  rapidly  from  the  exertion.    ❝  Charles.    ❞

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whenthisstoryends·:

It was a wonder Elizabeth could keep on her feet. She felt like she was trying to swim with chains on her legs. Her very senses dragged her down. But, at least, it made the inevitable buffeting against others tolerable. She couldn’t complain of she couldn’t really feel it, right? Even the pounding of the music seemed silent. All she could hear was the thundering of her own pulse in her ears.

And suddenly, something caught her attention. A change that focused at least one or two of her senses, and slowly bright the others around too. Her nose was first alerted by a change in smell. There was a little of the sting of alcohol, sure. But this was pleasant. An almost ocean breeze type musk. Like some kind of cologne had mixed with salty sea air. It was… Nice, calming.

Then, she felt the chill on her arms vanish, and she realized that her savior had wrapped his coat around her. It was warm, and was like being bundled up inside a blanket fresh from the dryer.

But before she could thank him, they were outside. Even that peace hadn’t lasted long, though. It seemed like she barely had time to blink before she was blinded by flashes and deafened by clicks and a droning buzz of voices. On pure instinct, Elizabeth recoiled for just a moment, taking on a similar look as a deer caught in headlights. She certainly hadn’t expected the paparazzi to be at a birthday party! Once the realization hit, though, she bowed her head and tucked herself into him. If the pictures were to have her in them, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her face.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to freeze. But that young man, rescuer once again, kept her moving. A door slammed and she lurched forward a little, and then a blissful silence fell. They had gotten away. Away from the press, from the party, from the drinks who thought they had the right to lay their hands on people. And thank the Gods!

Her breath still came in short, shallow gasps. And she was trembling. Those scoundrels with their cameras always managed to make her feel like she’d faced down a swarm of hornets. Well, the hornets would have been preferable! Elizabeth just sighed and leaned in, tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you.” Was all she could say. “Thank you.”

Leaning  back  against  the  seat  in  an  exhausted  daze,  Eric  raised  his  hand  to  run  across  her  scalp,  tangling  in  her  dark  locks  for  a  moment  before  repeating  the  motion,  making  a  soothing  noise  on  the  back  of  his  throat  as  he  allowed  her  time  to  come  to  relax  and  come  to  terms  with  what  happened.

To  be  fair,  he  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  was  going  on.  It  had  all  happened  so  fast:  saving  her,  getting  her  out  of  the  party,  the  swarm  of  paparazzi  surrounding  them.    ❝  Glad  to  be  of  service.    ❞  he  murmured  into  her  ear.  Looking  up,  he  caught  the  gaze  of  the  driver,  giving  him  a  silent  nod  and  mouthing  to  take  him  home.  

He  wasn’t  sure  she  would  like  that,  but  it  seemed  like  the  best  idea  to  allow  her  to  rest  on  a  secluded  place.    ❝  Can  I  get  anything  for  you?  I  think  we  have  waters  on  the  front,  anything  you  want.  ❞  With  the  way  his  throat  is  scratching,  alcohol  and  just  general  not  drinking  water  while  partying,  he  could  use  one.

No  matter  what  happens  tonight,  one  thing  is  for  certain:  he  is  gonna  have  a  killer  hangover  tomorrow.

[quotefeeling]

She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

Starra Neely Blade (via quotefeeling)

[dearemma]

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niksnarration·:

“Endless questions, indeed.” She no more enjoyed the company of Miss Bingley, who was far too similar to Elinor’s sister-in-law. Still, she was thankful she had her acquaintance to assist her in braving the forced outing. She never understood why Fanny invited her to these mundane sorts of events. Whether it was to rub her wealth in Elinor’s face, or rub Elinor lack of wealth (feigning charity), she had never been certain.

“Have you read any Shakespeare, Mr. Philippe?” The corners of her mouth curved into a teasing smile as she alluded to their shared truth. “I do believe we could always cast the blame on a sudden bear in the parlor, and then flee for ourselves in much the same manner as exit, pursued by a bear.”

The  corner  of  his  lips  twist  into  a  tight  smile,  holding  back  the  laughter  at  her  excellent  use  of  the  bard’s  words;  no  one  would  believe  them,  of  course,  but  even  after  decades  in  this  form,  he  hardly  believed  it  himself.    ❝  I  could  always  do  a  little  more  damage,  to  make  it  believable.  I  believe  I  still  have  some  pent  up  resentment  over  our  walk  yesterday.  ❞  To  call  it  a  walk  would  be  charitable,  they  had  barely  walked  ten  paces  before  Fanny  and  Miss  Bingley  demanded  they  return  as  it  was  too  dusty.

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whenthisstoryends·:

“Well, you never asked.” Elizabeth teased for the slightest moment before rubbing her lips together and becoming serious once more. “I didn’t know if you would want to. And, I… I didn’t know if it was safe to try. There’s some beneath the sea who are just as resentful of you as they are of me above it. And I didn’t want to put you in a position where I couldn’t protect you. But… But you’re right. We need to be honest, with ourselves and each other. Even if it’s hard.”

The pad of her thumb gently danced over his cheek for a long, silent moment. And Elizabeth, with that soul searching look of hers, gazed into Eric’s eyes. “I don’t know how this will go, my chree. Even with my family. My grandparents, my mother, and at least one, if not two, of my sisters will be glad to know you. I know that for sure. Another two will likely be as indifferent to you as they are to me. But… But one of them, and my father, very likely won’t take it well. I didn’t want to expose you to that. I didn’t want their shame of me to reach or impact you. And I…”

Elizabeth lowered her hands and ran them through her hair for a moment. “I didn’t want you to see how homesick I was. How lost. I didn’t want you to see me at ease and comfortable there, and realize how out of place I am here. I didn’t want you think that I regretted any of this. Because I don’t. I never will. I just… I didn’t want you to see anything that would lower your opinion of me. Can you understand? But I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of keeping so much of me locked away; from you, from them, from the world. I love you. And you should know my family, my home. I won’t hide and let them dictate what my worth is anymore. I won’t let my father’s rage, or Adella’s contempt, or anything else make me feel ashamed of myself anymore. They don’t know me. Not really. The only one who has that power anymore, the only one whose opinion can destroy me, is you.”

This all had happened for a reason. They were brought together for a reason. And Shaner had always told her that fate didn’t make mistakes. That even the gods couldn’t always see it understand why things worked out the way they did. But she understood. She knew. And she wasn’t going to be told that she should be ashamed of her fate anymore. She wasn’t going to believe that there was something deeply wrong with her because of it. She and Eric both deserved better than that. But so did their child. And Elizabeth was determined not to let their children grow up feeling like she had until she’d met their father.

❝    Don’t  tease  me.  I  thought  you  would  have  offered.  And  of  course  I  do,  and  not  just  because  I  love  the  sea,  it’s  because  it  is  a  part  of  you,  and  I  wish  to  know  everything  about  you.  ❞  Eric  always  thought  he  would  never  be  able  to  love  anything  —  a  person,  an  object,  even  his  own  country  —  as  much  as  he  loved  the  ocean.  It  was  his  soulmate,  his  first  love,  his  forever  love.  While  in  fact,  it  had  only  been  hiding  the  person  who  would  one  day  fulfill  that  position  and  inspire  him  enough  to  love  his  country  as  much  as  it  deserved.

Face  tilts  into  her  touch,  devotion  shining  from  his  gaze.    ❝    And  we  will  face  them  on,  together.  We  are  partners,  my  love.  Their  indifference,  or  their  hatred,  can’t  reach  us  as  long  as  we  are  an  united  front.  ❞  Pressing  a  kiss  to  her  palm,  he  raises  his  hand  to  grab  hers,  bringing  it  to  his  lips  again  so  he  can  press  a  kiss  to  each  fingertip  as  he  collects  his  thoughts.    ❝    I  can’t  say  I’m  happy  to  hear  you  are  homesick,  but  I’m  not  surprised,  and  I  can’t  blame  you.  This  was  all  very  fast,  and  you  had  to  leave  your  home,  I  didn’t.  ❞

Eric  looks  at  the  palace  around  them.  It’s  all  him,  a  home  for  humans,  for  the  kingdom  he  leads.    ❝    This  is  your  home  now,  and  I  want  you  to  be  happy  in  it.  To  feel  comfortable.  I  don’t  care  about  anyone  else’s  opinions,  we  have  enough  support.  We  are  safe,  and  we  have  a  child  on  the  way.  We  will  never  make  them  all  happy,  and  I  don’t  want  you  to  torture  yourself  thinking  it  is  your  job  to  change  all  of  their  minds.  ❞

❝  I  want  to  see  you  at  ease,  that’s  all  I  want.  ❞

[tygermama]

if a hand kiss isn’t done with either reverent trembling and closed eyes or with a certain slow sensuality and direct ‘fuck me’ eye contact, you are wasting my time and everyone else’s

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glimpseofwonder·:

“Ella…” Edward sighed, reaching out to cradle his sister’s face in his hands. “You need to look after yourself, think about yourself, too. They certainly won’t. And I can’t bear to lose you. I’m doing what I can to take care of us. But you need to do it too.”

No matter what she said, she was going to get a new dress. Madam could raise all the hell she wanted. After all the dresses he’d paid for for those three, Ella deserved one. And she would have it. One way or another.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve a spare cravat at the office, and I can make do with one of Father’s old waistcoats. I’m fine, Elle. Really. I’m more worried about you.”

❝  I  am  fine.  ❞  Covering  her  hands  with  hers,  Ella’s  eyes  gleam,  a  tear  running  down  her  face  even  as  a  smile  crosses  her  lips.  They  were  too  much  alike,  at  times.  This  conversation  could  last  forever,  each  one  of  them  presenting  arguments  as  to  why  the  other  one  should  use  the  money.    ❝  As  a  lady,  I  have  been  told  I  should  not  protest  too  much,  ❞  may  the  bard  forgive  her  for  twisting  his  words,    ❝  why  don’t  we  make  a  deal?  ❞

Taking  a  step  back,  she  once  again  points  to  his  chest.    ❝  Father’s  old  waist-coasts  are  terribly  out  of  fashion  and  I  have  no  time  to  adjust  them  for  you.  You  will  buy  a  new  one,  and  if  I  need  new  fabric  to  help  me  makeover  the  dress  —  and  I  insist  on  wearing  mother’s  old  one  —  I  will  buy  it.  ❞

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moretreasurewithin​:

Every time he read the letter again, John laughed as hard as he did the first time. Imagine, him fighting a dog for a place in the bed! And how thrilled Catherine was about the marriage, even given the circumstances. He could hardly have asked for a more devoted bride. That was a comfort that meant the world to him, given the hardships he now faced.

My dear Catherine,

I’m sorry that there had been such a delay in responding to you. We arrive at our camp almost two weeks ago, but things have been hectic and we’ve nearly had a couple close calls. But don’t worry. We’ve yet to see any real fighting.

I’m glad that you found a companion to your liking. I hope that he will keep you safe and offer you some relief and joy when things seem lonesome.

And don’t worry. There’s no possibility of me dialing anything that you love. I’m sure Heathcliff and I will become close friends once all this is over.

It isn’t selfish, darling. No one would want to be parted from the one they live more than life. Even as I wanted to do my part, I didn’t want to leave you. I believe that just makes us human.

He had to believe that. There wasn’t any other way that he could live with himself for playing with his life when he had a wife back home who needed him. The decision, and his death, wouldn’t just impact him anymore. It would Catherine too.

I know he’d love to. Laurie and his grandfather both love to share their flowers, and they’d be especially glad to share them with a pretty young woman like yourself. They have a wide variety of things to choose from in their greenhouse, and if they don’t have what you desire, I have every confidence that they’ll help you to get it.

All I ask is for you to put in a Lily of the Valley or two. That way, when you look at them, you might think of me and we can be a little closer. You know they’re my favorite, and I think they would flourish under your care.

It seemed to John that his wife was wiser in that one line than most. No man is made for war. How true those words were! Even those who seemed eager for it eventually changed their minds. War was, perhaps, one of mankind’s greatest evils. But it didn’t seem like they were capable of living without it.

I could never think any ill of you, my love. In fact, I think the world needs more people of that same mindset. Maybe then, the world could be a little better. And no one would have to know the fear of losing a brother, husband, or son far from home. Nor the grief of having to leave behind the ones that mean the most.

I’m afraid I must leave you again, Catherine. I’m to sit on guard duty until midnight. Please don’t fret too much. I’ll rest much easier knowing that you aren’t troubling yourself unnecessarily. I love you. Please take care of yourself. I should like to come home to the same wonderful, vibrant spirit that I left.

All my love and Yours always,

John

Usually steady handwriting comes out wobbly, the letter creased from her many trips back and from the post office, demanding the letter back, just to return a few minutes later regretting her decision.

Dearest John,

You must be very busy, as I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without a letter. This is not a reproach, please don’t feel guilty, I am simply... worried for you. Every day I fear someone will come to the door with bad news, and I tried to delay sending this letter, pretending everything was fine, but I think I’d like to pretend for a moment that everything is fine, that you have just left to visit an old friend and I’m waiting for you to come back.

There shall be no bad news on this letter, only pleasant things.

The Lily of the Valley’s I bought have started to grow, just yesterday day I saw them peaking out the soil, they will be blooming in no time. As long as I keep Heathcliff away from them! You should see him, he is in this stage where he has all this energy and is constantly running around the house, and when I let him out, he rushes through the garden with no pity or love for my tomatoes!

Last Wednesday I spent all day cleaning out his tiny red footprints from the rug and the floor, it was quite a scene! I tried to be angry and firm with him, as Laurie suggested... I just don’t have it in me, my love. One flash of his eyes and I forgive him for all his crimes! It is quite a scene. I am too softhearted, I fear.

The other flowers I was able to transplant, and I already have several I can cut to put in vases. The house is looking a lot more cheerful, I enjoy seeing life everywhere I turn, it gives me quite a thrill.

Despite her initial words, she can’t keep the good mood going for long, and the letter dissolves into a fearful note, her true feelings slipping through.

When will you return, I fear I have forgotten your face. Your eyes, their exact color has eluded me. I need to see you.

All my love,

dreaming of you.

Catherine

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[blue-240d-deactivated20200202]

i’m gonna grow so many flowers and strawberries, and be the guardian to so many honeybees. just watch me