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𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 ! indie selina kyle / catwoman of the DC UNIVERSE.
𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴 , 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 , 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 !
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 !
@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.
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.
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 !
@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. ”
@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.
♡ !
&. ‘ 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
character moodboards ☆ descendants edition → evie grimhilde
♡ !
@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. ”
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀'𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑩𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 !
independent and private queen grimhilde of disney’s snow white. established 2015. written by mini.
𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐘 ; 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 & 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮 & 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 ! indie / private / dash-only poison ivy of dc comics .
@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 ? ❞
my writing: please, please i’m begging just use normal punctuation for once in your terrible writing
me: haha time for another
comma
@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. ❞
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. ♡