#wornkindness

[guiltysurvived]

5'3" for the height meme

height compairson meme

[blacknighted]

He's heard great tales of this land. As an outsider, they had seemed all so enrapturing as to beggar belief. In those taverns long the way, this strange man recalls, the folk have called it gourmand, all hyacinths and garden and dizzying fetes. He had heard that its folk wore velvet and that the poorest of its rabble had cake, roast, and wine. And its queen: even fairer than the palace with the roses is she! Prettier. Gentler than April and twice as sweet.

But you see — and surely he's right — it accepts the average man, the normal, and exclusively them.

(But why shouldn't they? We must root them out, your majesty! Hunt them if we must! Beyond the walls...her right guard whispers, the monsters kill.) "But they aren't all monsters, are they? And the last time I checked, anyway, you don't just go razing a whole village for a single rat." The guards turn. Why'd he say that? God. Why did he say that before bloody her?! Henry blinks, and head bowed, color and deference fills his swallow. "I just mean... They can't all be bad, I don't think. Your majesty." / @wornkindness, fantasy starter call.

[s1dew4ys]

@wornkindness asked for a starter from chopper

A GROWL ECHOES THROUGH THE HALL. how dare they kick him out of the room!! he was going to take his anger out on ezra later. paw continue to pound on the door as he can hear the chatter on the other side of the door. a knife is clenched between his teeth as he lets out another low growl. they will let him in. or else.

momentarily chopper is distracted by the sound of footsteps. there are many different sounds in the castle. it's all very different than the home he shares with the ghost crew. and yet the large building so somehow quieter than the small building. probably because zeb had traveler to a different kingdom with sabine. at first chopper is revving up his most vicious of growls to the new intruder. maybe he didn't have to wait until ezra was around to take his anger out. that is until a certain smell. the flowery scent makes it feel like the garden had arrived indoors. short corgi legs prance over to the princess. tail practically moving in circles as he suddenly drops to the floor and rolls over. knife still clenched between his jaws.

[petitsdieu]

🌈 , ⭐️ , 💻, 🌼

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ... 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑇-𝑂𝑈𝑇𝑆 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑊𝐸-𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒.

🌈 ― 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔

@sopran ... i mean, just look it. ⅋ @t-errifier ... trigger warning, but if you're okay with horror take a look.

⭐️ ― 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

@klaeus ... if you know, you know ... but if you don't ... this is klaus mikaelson. everything he is and should be, expanded and filled in what cw limitations would not allow. he's voice is unmistakable in every reply ... all i gotta say now is, kiki how badly is your brain gnawed at??

💻 ― 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

@alootus ... i love padme but the movies did not have enough for her fully, truly. where media lacks, milla provides. she fleshes out padme with such tenderness and understanding. she gets to live, breathe again ... or maybe for the first time ... here. the melancholia prose here is lovely. love a sad space princess (queen, senator). — "...having put them together in a way that'd made a solid shell for her soul to both rest and bloom. the beauty with golden locks and spring green eyes shone with confidence in her statement and padmé couldn't really find any doubt within her mind — her usual melancholia had found momentary peace as she was now basking in hara's light."

🌼 ― 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

@devouredgod ... venus as many ways of creating headcanons of various types of muses ( canon, oc, npc ) ... i personal think this skill shines brightest on emerson. this character has a world-bulit around them uniquely in a real world setting. npcs, cults, very delish things. also has a remarkable way of getting their metas up quick and easily accessible. if you're okay with horror themes and darker topics, i would seriously smack that follow.

[huntedgod]

𝐍𝐏𝐂 ... identification : celia anne whitmore ( age: 42 / occupation: florist / status: alive )

celia anne whitmore is the soft-spoken yet quietly resilient owner of bloom & vine, the local florist tucked off main street in eden. the shop has been in her family for three generations. it was first opened by her grandmother, run for decades by her parents, and eventually passed on to celia anne after their retirement.

celia anne was born and raised in eden, a town she swore she'd leave but never quite managed to. she was a bright student in high school — artistic, clever, and known for her big heart. she and loki were sweethearts back then, sharing late-night drives, notes passed in class, and long conversations beneath the oak trees behind the old high school. their relationship ended after graduation, when calloway left town to pursue law enforcement. celia anne stayed behind to care for her ailing mother and help her father with the shop. though they went their separate ways, those years have left a quiet tenderness between them, never fully buried.

after her parents officially retired in the early 1970s, celia anne took over the shop full-time. under her care, bloom & vine has become more than a simple flower shop; it’s a space of quiet healing and beauty in a town that often leans into darkness. celia anne has a reputation for knowing just what flowers someone needs, whether it’s for a funeral, a wedding, or a broken heart. she also does small landscaping work for the local cemetery and donates floral arrangements to the church and school events.

though she never married, celia anne had a few short-lived relationships, but most say her heart never really strayed far from calloway. the two cross paths occasionally, sometimes in town, in quiet moments neither speaks about. she worries about him more than she lets on.

celia anne lives with her parents in the small house she grew up in, just a few blocks from the shop. she has a grey tabby cat named daisy, tends to her backyard garden every morning, and keeps the front porch light on every night. some say it’s a habit. others say she’s still waiting for something, or someone, to come home.

@wornkindness asked: 🚶

[ircnwrought-a]

@wornkindness enabled me to add a maysilee

__________❧    A    BROW    RISES    ABOVE    INCREDULOUS    BLUE    EYES.    she's    heard    stories    about    the    infamous    magno    before,    of    course.    they    all    had.    but   to   see   the   stumbling   mess   of   a   man   throwing   sweat-stained   overalls   at   her    &&    her   fellow   tributes    ??    her   lips   curl   into   a   sneer   with   uncontained   disgust.    ❛    he   can't   be   serious.    ❜    her   voice   is   steel,    she    won't    even    deign    to    touch    the    piece.    ❛    an   incinerator   is   too   good   of   a   fate   for    this.    ❜

[justlycrowned]

It  wasn't  a  very  long  voyage  to  the  Kingdom  of  Linues  from  Orentis.   But  it  didn't  mean  it  didn't  take  weeks  of  preparation  ,  just  for  him  to  be  gone  for  a  few  days.   Sailing  for  a  little  over  a  day  ,  then  a  couple  days  with  the  Queen  discussing  his  daughter  staying  there  to  learn  from  a  Queen  for  when  it  was  her  time.   Being  his  only  child  ,  it  had  been  decided  from  the  start  ,  that  Evelyn  would  be  his  heir.

It  only  made  sense  that  she  learn  from  someone  with  experience.

He  could  coach  her.   She  had  even  said  as  much.   But  Tristan  had  thought  about  it  ,  and  while  he  loved  his  daughter  dearly  ,         he  had  no  idea  how  to  train  a  woman  to  rule.   Ruling  as  a  King  was  one  thing  ,  but  he  hadn't  the  slightest  clue  on  what  she  was  going  through.   Try  as  he  might  ,  there  were  some  things  he  simply  didn't  understand.

Tristand  had  spent  some  time  blaming  himself  for  this  conundrum.   If  he  had  been  able  to  simply  do  what  had  been  advised  ,  and  chosen  a  Queen  following  Lillian's  death  ,         she  would  have  someone  to  teach  her  all  the  things  he  worried  he  couldn't.   He  made  sure  to  remind  her  of  how  quick  the  trip  was  to  get  between  Kingdoms.   That  he  would  write  to  her  every  day  ,  and  plan  to  either  come  see  her  ,  or  have  her  come  to  see  him.

Despite  the  sadness  sitting  in  both  of  their  hearts  ,  he  was  glad  to  know  she  understood  this  wasn't  forever.         Maybe  he  needed  to  know  that  himself  too.   

After  docking  ,  arriving  at  the  castle  ,  and  had  a  chance  to  rest  and  freshen  up  ,  the  three  had  a  chance  to  meet  one  another  formally  ,  before  Tristan  and  Queen  Amelia  adjourned  to  discuss  the  terms  of  Evelyn's  stay.   Evelyn  walked  the  gardens  while  the  two  sat  and  observed  ,  tucked  away  while  they  spoke.

❝  You've  a  lovely  home  ,  ❞   He  commented  after  taking  a  sip  of  his  wine.   ❝  I  can  already  tell  she  likes  it  here.   It  won't  be  long  before  you'll  be  coming  here  to  find  where  she's  run  off  to.  ❞   He  gestured  to  the  garden  they  currently  sat  in  ,  before  flashing  a  charming  smirk  ,  with  the  hint  of  a  scoff  in  it's  wake.   ❝  And  I  can  assure  you  ,  I'm  more  than  prepared  to  offer  generous  compensation  for  her  care.  ❞

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓:   @wornkindness.

[blacknoch]

𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 . 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖙'𝖘 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 , 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 , 𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖌𝖘 . the stallion finds himself fascinated by the cat she has cradled in her arms --- whispering a soft thing from his pinked muzzle with lashes tangling amid his wisped forelock when he spies it , white and long and made golden in the sun licked , snowy glade .

and there was turstin not far behind where the stallion frolicked , damp with effort , and disheveled by the land they together had put between their game of chase and the noch ---- where the lord found himself wanting . quicklight , however , seemed less so . " ah ! " he called , eager to take advantage of the distraction . " i see you have found his friend . "

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