#lydiavanbredevoort

[helenaklein]

victoria fontaine!!

not 20 anymore - bebe rexha

The lines on my face, they weren't there beforeBut I'm wiser, I'm strongerFrom all of the life I've been through (I've been through)Oh, and if one thing's for sureI don't wanna be twenty anymore

[lahuertas]

ilb for the mc meme!!

GET TO KNOW MY MC’S ASK MEME.   /   HARPER VANCE.

how tall are they?

roughly 5′7″.

how do they tend to dress?

she generally leans towards more typically ‘girly’ items, favouring wearing skirts over pants and the like. in my playthrough she wore the pink sweater outfit so you could definitely say she’s one of my most clean-cut/preppy mc’s in regards to style.

do they like how they look?

somewhat. she doesn’t tend to talk about it but growing up she definitely struggled with her confidence. she becomes a lot more comfortable in her appearance after her parents die, wearing the fact that she resembles her mom so closely with pride.

are they an only child or do they have any siblings?

she’s got elliot, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

are they a morning person or night owl?

a mixture of both tbh.

are they a cat person or a dog person?

she’s had the cats vs dogs debate with elliot more times than she can count; she’s staunchly team cat.

got any favourite foods?

she’s got the biggest sweet tooth! cinnamon rolls, brownies and apple pie are some of her ultimate faves.

how about favourite drinks?

anything fruity! 

what are their favourite movies/tv shows?

her all time favourite movies are back to the future, the princess bride and the breakfast club, in that order. her fave tv show is also her guilty pleasure; she loves desperate housewives.

do they have any hidden talents?

she bakes the best peanut butter cookies you will ever eat in your life, bar none. 

do they believe in love at first sight?

she didn’t, but then she met tom.

who is their love interest?

tom sato. 

what are they afraid of?

following the events of ilb, she unsurprisingly develops a severe fear of both drowning and tight spaces.

what are their guilty pleasures?

as mentioned above, she’s obsessed with desperate housewives. she binges all eight seasons at least twice a year. 

what was their dream job as a kid? is it still their dream?

she wanted to be a zookeeper. not really? honestly she’s at a point in her life where she’s still figuring out what she wants to do.

have they ever broken a bone?

yes, she broke her leg after falling off her bike when she was eleven. 

have they ever been in trouble with the law?

nope.

+ three other random facts about them!

she can play the piano, she’s a computer whiz and she’s allergic to shellfish. 

[helenaklein]

22 for the ask list!!

lydiavanbredevoort said: just saw the send a ship part fhdhfj obvs for helena/mc 

thestarryskiesofpalaven said: 22 + helena/mc? 👀

things you said after it was over

The world stills when it happens, the universe itself waiting in doubt and suspicion, prolonging the moment beyond sense of time. Onlookers hold their breath like the very air from their lungs might revive her. Both sides anticipated more theatrics to her end, but she doesn’t crumble to ash before their eyes, or fade into oblivion like a specter that only truly existed in the mind, or explode into tiny little pieces that all serve as offering to the land she tore asunder.

It’s mercifully anticlimactic, and you can see no greater justice than that. In death, she looks as human as the countless slain by her hand and in her name. In death, she is denied godhood. All that remains is a body. A body like any other, and the ghosts she left behind.

Helena stands above her, a statue of preparedness. Jaw clenched, eyes fierce and unblinking. Her guard was built over years through blood and bruises and hauntings that still won’t let it falter until she’s sure.

You watch her. You try to guess how she’ll react to what she’s done so that you can be what she needs. There’s no way to know, not really. You wouldn’t blame her if she collapsed in a fit of tears, relief entwined with regret, a twisted and beautiful type of mourning. It would surprise you if she cheered. She never was one for such expressions of joy.

A horn blows across the battlefield before you feel prepared, and then another. The space is flooded with sound and motion. Metal clangs everywhere, pieces of armor clashing against one another as a retreat is made. There are huzzahs of triumph so complete one might think everyone forgot the bodies littered all around. The sun returns.

Helena is shaken from her certainty that something must come next. You witness it play across her features. She takes a breath, and closes her eyes. It must be the first in years. Weary but alive, her whole body relaxes.

She throws down her still-bloodied blades as if the hilts burn her palms. In the same motion, her hand catches one of your own and it’s the only indication that she’s aware of the world around her at all. Her grip is sure, but only tight enough that she knows you won’t be separated in the chaos of the celebration.

You follow her when she turns to leave.

The journey through the crowd is slow. You’re unable to see her face or hear her voice, but you suspect she must be casting a cloaking spell when you weave through the mass of soldiers unnoticed.

Helena leads you from the battlefield and into the surrounding forest, her steps steady until you reach a clearing and come to a stop before a small stream coursing through it. Finally releasing your hand, she kneels to wash the blood from her fingers.

She still hasn’t spoken a word, though she seems much calmer than you feared. The desire to give her time to take stock of her thoughts and feelings allows you to appreciate your surroundings more completely.

The clearing is almost idyllic. There are flowers here that you should definitely know the names and meaning of by now. The water hums a comforting tune. Sunlight pours through the treetops and the shadows it creates remind you more of childhood puppet shows than ghosts. It’s hard to believe such a place could exist untouched by the unforgiving war, the aftermath of which can still be heard and smelt in its short distance from the sanctuary.

“Are you wounded?”

The question is sudden, but soft and familiar enough not to startle. She’s standing only a few steps away from you before you’ve noticed her turn around at all. Her eyes flit across your face searching for any indication of pain or discomfort.

“I don’t think so.”

“… May I check?”

You nod, ready to fall back into the routine you two have practiced more times than you care to remember. You remember that, with any luck, this will be the last time she needs this sort of intimacy after the harshness of a fight. You stand still, arms raised, as she unbuckles your armor with ease, leaving you in the thin material you wear below it. After setting each piece down beside her, she returns to you. Brow creased together in concentration, she runs her hands tenderly over your body, eyes attentive to your reactions as they follow the trails her touch paves.

Finally satisfied, she kisses your forehead and takes a step back, lifting her arms slightly in offering of the chance to return the favor and finish the ritual. You take it, gladly, note all the places of her that seem to ache most, and fill with relief with each bloodstain on her clothes that doesn’t seem to be her own.

The ground is softened by the moisture in the air as you sit, inviting her down beside you with a hand and a smile. Helena pulls you into her lap the moment she joins you; your arms wrap around one another with equal and simultaneous fervor.

You feel her whisper more than you hear it as she hides her face against your neck, “will you stay with me, even now, my love?”

Her question sinks in and your heart drops. 

“Helena…”

In that moment you want nothing more to cry out promises like “forever” over and over again until it fills up the world around you and changes the color of the sky. You want to say that the deepest parts of you are certain of nothing but the knowledge that this universe does not have the power it would take to tear you from her side. You want her to ask if you’d be her wife again just so that you could say yes as many times as it would take for her to understand.

Instead, you take a moment to think about her question again. You push back against the gut-reaction, and clear your heart to consider what fears might be lurking in her words.

Pulling back just far enough to wipe the tears from her cheeks, you do the best to level your voice and ask, “what do you mean ‘even now’?”

Helena’s own voice is strained as she does her best to explain what weighs on her, “there is a chance that this victory has made the circumstances of my pardon irrelevant. If the people ask for retribution, then—!”

“You’re afraid they’ll put you on trial again?”

“I am afraid… that this was still not enough to earn a future”

Her head hangs. Shame and barely-contained terror radiate off of her in waves. The two of you seem to exist farther away from the soldiers’ cheers than you remember.

Helena has come a long way since you met her, but she still sees danger lurking around the corner of every deed that would have earned the Witch Queen’s disapproval. You watched her wrestle with it every step of the way, deciding to do the right thing again and again when the lessons beaten into her still scream to choose otherwise. 

“Please look at me, Helena.”

You use your finger to lift her chin towards you, and it doesn’t take long for her to meet your eyes once more.

“Nobody is going to punish you for killing her, I promise.”

Tears fill her eyes as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you have to resist the urge to apologize for hitting a nerve so directly.

“I know how hard it is for you, but I have to believe that what the world wants most right now is to heal. You just made this place so much safer and kinder for everyone, Helena. You did exactly what you wanted to do, and you don’t need to be afraid of what happens next. This is the part where you enjoy your peace.”

The blue of her irises brighten in recognition of the words, a fragment of a conversation from what feels like a century ago. So much has changed since then, including Helena, and you couldn’t be more proud of the way you’ve grown together.

Helena’s smile spreads slowly until it mirrors your own. Finding your hands, she brings them to her lips and presses a lingering kiss against them that makes your stomach do cartwheels.

Eyes alight with awe as they gaze up at you, she lets the words “love of my life…” hang in the air between you, each second that passes altogether enchanting. You try to think of every possible way she could end the sentence so your heart doesn’t burst when she finishes it, and still you’re unprepared.

“This is our peace.”

For the first time, her lips meet yours in a kinder and safer world than the one your love started in. It’s everything you fought for, and all you ever hoped to earn. Fears of the future fade away with the promise that it will be shared, no matter what comes.

[spikesspiegel]

📏🌐🎁

📏 How tall are you

i think i’m about 5’4” or at least that’s what my license says 😌

🌐 Languages you can speak and/or are learning. Which are you fluent in

i can speak tamil, english and french and i’m fluent in the first two. i’ve lost touch w french a bit but i’m picking it up again. i’d like to learn sanskrit and other south indian languages bc they’re heavily used in bharathantyam so they’d be useful, plus i love south indian cinema

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

suddenly i cant remember a single gift i’ve ever gotten omg

ummm ok this wasn’t for a big milestone or holiday or anything but one of my best friends bought me some books while she was browsing a bookstore and she said they reminded her of me and so she just had to buy them for me. that might’ve been the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me and i think about it a lot

[hotpersonality]

@lydiavanbredevoort replied to your post: i wanna start washing my face but my skin is so...

i recommend using the cerave hydrating facial cleanser!! it’s really gentle, effective, relatively cheap (+available at most if not all drugstores), and i wouldn’t describe the consistency as thick. my dermatologist made me start using it n i’ve literally never looked back

thank u for the suggestion!!! also a big plus that its cheap

[hotpersonality]

@lydiavanbredevoort replied to your post “do i have any fr mutuals who wanna be my friend on there”

oh shit i totally forgot about flight rising, my username is morriganvevo

ill send u a req!

[skywardstrapon]

69 for the spotify thing ;3c

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