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𝑖  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  𝑡𝑜  𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘  𝑖'𝑚  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝑜𝑓  𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚  𝑎𝑙𝑙  ! disney's  snow  white  based  evie  grimhilde.

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                                    𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆       𝒂       𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆       𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆    !                             indie    selina  kyle  /  catwoman  of  the  DC  UNIVERSE.

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                   𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴 ,     𝘪𝘵    𝘪𝘴    𝘢    𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨    𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 ,                                        𝑩𝑼𝑻    𝑰𝑻    𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺    𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀    𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬   !

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pssst  i’m  sorry  i’ve  been  slacking  here.    i’ve  been  super  tired  /  out  of  it  for  whatever  reason,   probably  the  heat ?    but  i’ll  get  things  out  soon,   i  promise  !

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@vernades​ sent:     what is your muse’s dream job? would your muse wear an outfit two days in a row if they were going two different places? ——    ♡    𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ,    always  accepting   !

          ♕  ;     to be perfectly honest,   evie’s dream job is   𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒.    even better if it’s   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.    she’s been raised to believe this is her   𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭   in life.    while she might technically be a princess anyway,   evie wants the whole package.    a sparkling castle & a handsome prince to   𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘰𝘧𝘧  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.    she wants the fancy balls & other such grand events.    and honestly ?    𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.    evie wants that,   too,   & according to so many stories,   it happens among princes & princesses the most often.

          even as she grows older & steps out of her   𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴  𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸,   she still retains this dream,   in some respect.    it’s the details that change a bit.    while evie still certainly wants love & all the luxury that comes with royal life,   she wants it for   𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒,   too.    to help people,   especially young ones,   in tough situations.    to create a   𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃   for everyone to live in,   where there’s never a chance to fall victim to things like vengeance,   greed,   etc.    she knows how much power a crown gives a person,   and rather than earn people’s   𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦   through fear,   she wants to earn it through respect & good deeds. 

          also,   yes,   this is relevant to her desce.ndants verse,   too.    her work in   𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍   is a lucrative hobby.    one that she adores,   and one that in her desc.endants verse certainly gives her a platform & voice due to the popularity it gives her.    which,   i think,   is more or less   𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥  𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩   of an alternative for her.    but deep down,   evie is very much a   𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.    she just won’t be jumping at the first prince she sees in an effort to realize this dream    ——    at least after she learns the flaws in this path.

          as for   𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐓𝐖𝐎  𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐑𝐎𝐖  ?    absolutely not.    under no circumstances,   even if she’s going to two different places.    it’s absolute   𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘺,   if you ask her.    the only way it’ll happen is if she has no other choice,   but she certainly won’t be happy about it,   and will be   𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺  𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭   in her irritation.

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𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄  ! ——    repost,   don’t reblog.

                                macbeth

the howl of wolves.   moonless nights.   dirt under fingernails.   stained silk.   chattering teeth.   voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.   echoing drums.   dry heaving.   hanging cobwebs.   stifling humidity.   bloodshot eyes.   the roughness of rusted steel.   wild rosebushes.   muscle cramps.   the sound of splintering wood.

                      a midsummer night’s dream

crackling fires.   ivy crawling on stone.   the faint music of running water.   petrichor.  dirty, bare feet.   tattered clothing.   thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns.   late evening birdsong.  curling leaves.   a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers.   the eerie sound of windchimes at night.   humming bees.   beds of clover.

                        romeo and juliet

warm golden lamplight.   worn shoes.   crumbling brick walls.   whispered poetry.  embroidered satin.   cool, hazy mornings.   tousled hair.   rosewater.   flushed cheeks.  distant orchestras.  unfinished marble statues.   cobblestone streets.   loose threads.   ink smudged on parchment.   tapping fingers.   dust illuminated by sunlight.   poison vials.

                             hamlet

shattered glass.   cluster of fraying ribbons.   unanswered knocks on doors.   lingering dampness.   white noise.   inexplicable drafts.   migraines.   memories of dreams.   tarnished silver.   bleeding ears.   the taste of metal.   reflected mirrors.   dry, cracked lips.  the sound of tearing paper.   fogged windows.   protruding veins.

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think i’m gonna spend a couple days building up queues on my blogs.    it’s gonna make things easier while i’m juggling so i don’t overwhelm myself imo,   so that’s   probably   how i’m gonna operate from now on,   unless i feel like posting something right away.    so yeah,   i’ll be around today,   just quiet !    gonna do my best to get back to IM replies too.    i kinda zoned out yesterday & didn’t get to a lot of them rip,   but i’ll get back on track,   i promise !

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@islestranded sent:     “ that’s why i need you here. ” ——    ♡    𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑠 ,    always  accepting   !

       ♕  ;     brows shoot upward over warm hues,   the edges of reddened lips slowly curling.    𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳  &  𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳,   ‘til the corners of her eyes scrunch in a way her mother would   𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓   over could she see it.    in this moment,   however,   her mother’s voice is   𝘧𝘢𝘳  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺,   mind filled with nothing but a   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏   of uma’s words.    𝘪  𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.    such an unexpected utterance,   but it’s precisely the sort of surprise which fills her with a burst of   𝐉𝐎𝐘.

       “    i’m sorry,   say that again ?    i didn’t quite catch that,    ”       evie replies,   mischief lacing the softness of her voice.    teeth flash behind their   𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘  𝐑𝐄𝐃   frames with her widening grin.    she reaches out for uma’s hands and takes them within her own.       “    i didn’t just hear you say that you   𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥  𝘮𝘦,   did i  ?    no...    no,   i must have   𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃.    ”

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@andromedamade sent:     “ stop letting other people make decisions for you.” - From Barbie ~ ——    ♡    𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ,    always  accepting   ! 

       ♕  ;      curls rustle about her shoulders as head whips quickly upward,   eyes darting from the array of vials & beakers before her to the doorway in which barbie stands instead.    evie’s lips part,   a reply on the   𝐓𝐈𝐏  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄,   but for some reason unbeknownst to her,   it doesn’t make it past her lips.    these potions she devotes her time to,   evie does because she   𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴   it.    because after all these years of learning & practice,   𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴  𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥  𝘢𝘵  𝘪𝘵.    and now,   in   𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍   where no barrier exists to dampen the magic of them,   she can be even better.    so why,   evie wonders,   does she find it so difficult voicing it ?

       “    and what makes you think i’m not making my own decisions  ?    ”       evie asks after a long   𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    ——    one long enough to betray her point entirely.    nevertheless,   she holds her head high,   chin tipped upward to look   𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦   at barbie.    smile forced upon her face,   it does not reach her eyes,   but the subtle tilt of her head radiates   𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   anyway.       “    i’m good at potions.    i always have been.    so why shouldn’t i use them  ?    ”       evie refuses to let herself acknowledge the way mixing these   𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,   for while she can whip up any   𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍,   they are the one type of potions she never enjoys.    but if they can bring justice for her mother,   then who is she to complain ?

       “    besides,    ”       she begins again,   shaking her head,   gaze drifting back to the vial within her hand.    only   𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒,   but they are none she wants to be caught with before the time comes.       “    these are all harmless,   really.    a little   𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬  𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯   i’ve been working on.    when i’m finished,   i could bottle some up & give it to you in the morning  ?   ”       an offer evie can only hope will   𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘦   further questioning.

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♡   !

&.        ‘  𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃.  ’

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋:    @vanityfared​​​    !

          ♕  ;     “    does that...    𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐎  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  ?    ”       it takes more effort than evie expects,   voicing the question.    when she says she’ll stay with mal on the isle,   𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴  𝘪𝘵.    no one comes close to meaning so much to her the way   𝐌𝐀𝐋   does.    but no matter the   𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥   they share,   evie cannot deny her heart belongs in   𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍,   filled with its glimmering castles,   elegant gowns,   & vibrant colours far as the eye can see.    where she can live free of the   𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴   that have haunted them since their births.    and having mal there,   too ?    it makes it a   𝐀  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓  𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.    it will never be perfect without her there.

          slowly,   evie reaches out a hand,   fingers meeting with   𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴   & twining with a stray strand.       “    mal,   i—    𝐈  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍  𝐈𝐓.    you know that,   right  ?    if you want to stay,   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯  𝘪'𝘭𝘭  𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩  𝘺𝘰𝘶.    i don’t want auradon without you there.    and i would   𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳   ask you to go if you aren’t happy there.    ”      /      @malefaecent​

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character moodboards ☆ descendants edition → evie grimhilde

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♡   !

@vanityfared ♥’ed

Mal was often dragged into being a living mannequin for Evie from time to time. Mainly just so Evie could touch up a design a bit, hem up a skirt, or something of the like. Some days the half-fae would just sigh and go along with it, other days she would complain. This was one of the latter days, if only because this particular one had already taken nearly an hour longer then predicted. “Evie, the dress is fine. Can you please just finish up already?” Mal’s words came out a bit snippier then she’d meant but she knew her friend would know she didn’t mean to be.

♕      ———      hidden within the confines of their   special hideout,   evie stands at the base of the platform set up in the middle of the room.    mal looks ready to   dash,   but she disregards it.    doesn’t have the   focus   to acknowledge her friend’s impatience,   really.    not with her gaze set intently on the ruffles along the hem of this particular dress.    they simply won’t   bunch together   right,   no matter how she pins & twists beneath her fingers,   and evie feels irritation multiplying by the second.

“    fine  ?    just   fine  ?    is that all  ?    ”       evie whines,   groan released as she sits back upon her stool.    a puff of breath sends curls fallen loose from her braid flying upward before they hit her cheek once more.       “    i don’t want it to be   fine,   mal  !    i want it to be   perfect  !    i spent more than i should have on this fabric,   and i’m not letting it go to waste for something that’s only   passable.    ”

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𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀'𝑹𝑬   𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨   𝑩𝑶𝑾   𝑻𝑶   𝑻𝑯𝑬   𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳   𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵   !

independent  and  private  queen  grimhilde  of  disney’s  snow  white.  established  2015.  written  by  mini.

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                                 𝐈   𝐀𝐌   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍   𝐎𝐅   𝐌𝐀𝐘 ;                        𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥   𝘪𝘯   𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴   &   𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮   &   𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴  !                         indie   /   private   /   dash-only   poison ivy   of   dc comics .

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 @fairstrebel ​  (   𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯   )   ♡‘d

♕      ———      faint rustling echoes against the stone walls,    plush velvet swishing about her legs & court slippers shuffled against the floors.    evie took little care for stealth,   practiced   steps already so slight from a childhood spent in a   desolate castle   in which it seemed danger lurked around every corner.    thus,   she feels no fear   sneaking   toward snow’s chambers for some light reconnaissance    —    only a twinge of guilt she chooses to ignore.    still so new within the castle,   surely no one can fault her should they find her wandering if they stumble upon her now.

yet,   even with this thought in mind,   the sound of heavy   boot steps   upon the stone makes her heart jump within her chest.    with a tiny gasp slipped through parted lips,   evie spins in place,   skirts twirling about her.    unfortunate timing,   as she’s only a few feet away from what she assumes is the door to snow’s chambers,   but the second she sets her gaze on   finn,   evie realizes there’s no choice but to accept her   failure,   at least in this attempt.       ❝    oh,   your highness  !    ❞       evie exclaims,   voice soft & airy,   & she dips into an instant curtsy.       ❝    how lucky for me that you’ve wandered by.    i’ve been trying to make my way to the gardens for what feels like   ages,   but i’m afraid i’ve gotten all turned around.    you wouldn’t mind pointing me in the right direction,   would you  ?    ❞

[sugar-salt-n-spice]

my writing: please, please i’m begging just use normal punctuation for once in your terrible writing

me: haha time for another

comma

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@atlantisbcrn sent:    ❛ Was that a compliment? ❜ ——    ♡    𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎ℎ 𝑗. 𝑚𝑎𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 ,    always  accepting   !

♕      ———      ❝    was   what   a compliment ?    that you have a very   princely air   about you ?    ❞       evie asks coyly.    lashes flutter against   rosy cheeks,   a giggle bubbling,   light & airy,   from her lips.    it takes a moment,   but evie at last awards him with an enthusiastic nod as she lifts a finger to loop through midnight curls.       ❝    well,   i should   hope   so.    i mean,   how awful would it be if i considered   princely   an insult ?    you can’t help what you are,   and i happen to think you rise to the title   wonderfully.    ❞

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i finished up all my drafts on @diamcndclaws yesterday,   so i’m gonna do my best to get to things here throughout the day !!    i’ll be at @sparkadream‘s,   but we’re rly just gonna be lounging around so i’ll be around.  ♡