#shiningqueen

[mandiemegatron]

yellow, jade, green for you as well from me!!

Yellow - every time i see you on my dash you're always so happy and it's so lovely!

Green - wanna go touch grass with me?

Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

😭😭😭😭😭😭 you are so precious, thank you sm bby, I love seeing you on my dash too and think you are just !! So cute !!! We can go touch grass anytime bby 💖💖💖💖💖 I'll even make u a lil flower crown n everything 🥺🥺💖💖

[eritvita]

💋 / i love that whenever i crawl my butt back to tumblr, i can rely on seeing you on my dash <3 <3

@shiningqueen

Lightning bugs flutter across the meadow in this tender Glade of moon-iced grass; the tender, clean smell of the mossy pool only fully exacerbated by that animalistic, ethereal scent of Lumina, in Her lanky, awkward-limb'd Glory of borrowed Humanity.

Is naught her skin companion to the sheen of the circumference of the Moon; her eyes bow-legged and twisting inside with the notches of the deepest trenches of the blue-dark sea, and as he cups her face, so hilariously human upon the gentle ridges of Roland's Wood-borne knuckles and palms and fingertips, she glows like the rising Sun; all pinks and sudden purples, the gleam of bright oranges glittering gold o'er drew drenched, wide-brimmed leaves in the quietness of a yawning Morning.

Naught hast he touched those lips to his, as thus is the Unicorn, even if borne humanoid in her pale, naked feet … but that lust to touch skin in this gentle place is Hunger Incarnate, and Roland's Arrogance and blessed Vanity hast him believing– as is he naught kind, creative, Inhuman in that flex of his pointed ears– that dost he deserve to touch her lips to his, if none else so shouldst. Her face is leant within his palms, her delicate rose of a mouth gently opened, and his wilt be blinded by that Beauty: so secret, so careful.

He kisses her warmly, gentle as to hold her and to touch her, and canst he feel the sweetest wind run through his loose-braided hair, past his clothes what hang upon his strong frame. Love beats within the center of Roland's Heart, and he hums a Song against her lips, borne like sugar, as like that first Discovery of articulated sweetness.

send ‘💋’ for a kiss !

[bhimenua-blog]

shiningqueen a réagi à votre billet: me, sitting up straight in bed at 1:30am: grue...

ssssh dont question it.

when i first read tlu my biggest question was “how the fuck is molly able to proofread lír’s poetry there’s no way a medieval peasant woman who’s spent most of her life as an outlaw would be able to READ are you kidding me” 

this is all just the tragic part of liking things that take place in different times but also being a history nerd

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@shiningqueen​

The Hunting Group of Nobility in the nicer Squire over, housed in the Castle with its snapping red flags and groups of servants and kennels of dogs and abused horses, hath followed them through the forest and ducked under the pallid of a Summer Night’s rain, and couldst Roland feel their questing eyes at the back of his neck like cold-fire, raise’d the hair there like pinprick’d needles.

The Kiss was the first, private, and most intimate option couldst Roland think to Bring, and a Moment’s peace to protect both himself, and more importantly, thus of the Lady. Art the Group somewhat distracted by a kissing couple, naught found their gilded prey with their banded arrows and Coats of Arms on their tunics, thankfully lacking their dogs to save losing them in the rain. Seen the human Nature, their predator hath disbanded, hooves and disgruntled complaining bouncing against the stone, and given them time to hide in the simplicity of faux mortality.

The pleasure and the infinite Beauty of the Kiss--- the unbelievable quality of the softest lips beyond any amount of dew and down, and the taste of rain and the memories of his First Sighting of grass--- is not expected, ‘sooth, and nearly brings Roland to shocked, happy tears during, held closely this image of divine, feminine Myth.

The places where Lumina didst lean feel scalded beneath his clothing--- his breath thrumming and flooding his veins with gold, and Roland gawks at her like a common Fool, fit with jangling toes and with the Title of a meager apprentice! His own arrogance at choosing to kiss Unicornis, centro stella, is mystifying and exhilarating and his red heart swells like a blazing rose nestled within his immortal Breast.

“We must keep to walking,” says he; almost murmur’d, still held her white, chilly hands, and squeezing them tenderly. “We must make haste, or find shelter from the rain.”

[quinloki]

Me foaming with excitement that your top favorite movie is The Last Unicorn BECAUSE THAT IS ALSO MY TOP FAVORITE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

\o/

It is a fantastic animated film, and honestly there's not nearly enough really good Unicorn movies out there.

Also that butterfly was wonderful =3

[eritvita]

Lumina gives Roland an affectionate kiss on the cheek and presses into his hands a box of chocolates, "Happy Valentines Day."

@shiningqueen

His face is warmed and his heart is sweetened by the promise of chocolate so tenderly placed within his opened palms. He beams a goofy stream of white teeth, bashful in this present State. “I thank thee, Lumina of the Moon.

“But, prithee: I did not think to grant thee a gift of mine own, for I cannot round as the circular path of Time. I may kiss thee,” offers thee. “As hath I kissed my paramours of the Past. Wouldst thou be offended for thus?”

[ofrxvia]

@shiningqueen​ continued from [ x ]

So caught up was he with his relaxing bath, in the middle of the stream, he barely noticed the rustling of the brush on the other bank before a creature burst from the foliage. Geralt sat upright, legs bent beneath him to get out of the water in a moment's notice should he need to, but the faeling seemed startled more than anything. Running from something. He then heard the distant trumpets of a hunting party, brows furrowing in response while the faeling caught his eye. Considering the situation, the Witcher was quite able to ignore the fact that this faeling was naked as he was, and was quite the treat to look at.

She motioned him to silence, and after a moment he nodded in agreement. She was fleeing something and posed no threat to him. The grace of her dive into the stream was no surprise, fae creatures were, by nature, more graceful than even the elven race. She reappeared nearby, once more requesting his silence before submerging herself again. This time, she held herself beside him, close enough he could feel those silvery tresses brushing against his skin in the current of the water. He forced himself to relax, lounging as he had been before her appearance.

The sounds of trumpets faded soon, and the Witcher heard no other sounds of approaching anything. The two were alone, it seemed. He waited a bit longer, just to be sure, before he moved himself away, making sure there was a measure of distance between them. Faelings were known to charm people to get what they wanted, and while Witchers were resistant, they were not immune. His movement was a signal

[ofrxvia]

Shiningqueen Sent :  geralt receives unicorn kisses while he sleeps, a tickle of a velvet snout and whiskers.

Inbox Kisses 2/3 @shiningqueen​

The Witcher slept soundly, using a small rolled cloth as a pillow while he lay on a mat so there were some sort of boundary between him and the ground. The fire was barely embers at this point, and Geralt had yet to stir. When the press of a snout and whiskers pressed to his face, the Witcher twitched slightly, raising a hand to gently brush it away. “Roach, not now.” The mare likely wanted a carrot or something from the saddle. Geralt rolled, putting his back to him and who he thought was Roach.