#krolewna

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@hermyth { @krolewna } sent 💛 for a moodboard of our muses!

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kurwa jakos 5h temu stwierdzilam ze jebac ide na DRZEEMKE tak zeby o 14 wstac gdzies a jest 5h pozniej i wlasnie wstalam bo obiad to matka sie darla 😀😀😀😄😄😀😀 jak jakas spiaca krolewna kurwa halo czy mg ogarnac leb dzik

[krzysztofiwin]

Krzysztof Iwin – „Śpiąca Królewna” olej, płótno 33x46cm (2015) https://iwin.malarstwo.org/pl/piaca_krolewna-1499.html #lalki #baśń #33cm #46cm #2015r #czernie #biele #zielenie #brązy #art #painting #Iwin #KrzysztofIwin #obrazy #galeria #malarstwo #obrazyolejne #olejenaplotnie

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                           Pavetta Fiona Elen + TV Tropes

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAVETTA FIONA ELEN, CROWN PRINCESS OF CINTRA! {only reblog if you’re @krolewna }

[lwiamatka-a]

ada’s christmas eve countdown: 6/14.

@krolewna​. rune!! i can’t believe that it all started with you vaguely mentioning you’d maybe write pavetta and me jumping on you and making inhuman screeches and now we’re here, with you being one of my best friends, the one and only pavetta to my calanthe and making my every day better by just saying hello to me. bottom line is: i love you so much and i hope you the next year will be much better for you than this past one, because you deserve good things.

[czerniakzly]

[waswilczmin]

 @krolewna​​​  said  :  don’t  touch  me  right  now!  i’m  not  -  don’t  touch  me!     [  meme.  ]

 hissing  in  through  his  teeth  ,  the  witcher  drew  his  hands  back  ,  as  though  a  single  touch  would  burn  him  .  or  ,  quite  the  opposite            perhaps  his  touch  would  burn  her  ,  melt  her  right  in  place  .  she  was  high-strung  now  ,  and  he  had  to  tread  carefully  ,  lest  he  accidentally  trigger  another  one  of  her  screams  .  everyone  else  had  vanished  except  ,  perhaps  ,  mousesack  ,  who  stayed  several  good  feet  away  .  he  reached  out  again  ,  hand  hovering  a  good  five  inches  away  ,  palm  up  in  offering  .        ❛  i  won’t  .  i  won’t  touch  you  .  ❜        his  ears  still  rang  ,  one  worse  than  the  other  .        ❛  but  i  want  to  know  .  tell  me            have  you  done  that  before  ?  ❜

[reginavere-arch]

@krolewna​ suggested this and jenny JUMPED at the chance

         “i’m sorry.” the tone is too polite. dangerously polite. and each word has the snap of ice, like an early-spring storm turning back to snow. every movement has a sharp, fluid grace, one practiced for hours and hours on aching legs, but the feral gleam in bright-green eyes has not been practiced at all. “what the hell did you just say to her?” 

          she’s well-known enough around here, for her talent as well as for that icy edge in her voice, and she sees them realize the mistake before they so much as begin to try to excuse themselves. but all she can see is pavetta, how the words had seemed to fall around her like glass. jenny’s dance bag slips from her shoulder, falls to the floor with a thud, leaving her weightless. and still approaching, step by perfectly-precise step until she stands just behind pavetta. drawn up to her full height, jenny is already taller than most of the other dancers, (her biggest downfall, one instructor had clucked long ago), and she draws up to it now, imperious and sharp and wild-eyed, a hawk ruffling its feathers to protect a dove. 

         “if you ever want to dance more visibly than in the back of a corps, i’d suggest you scatter,” she says, though her voice is little more than a snarl and the gleam in her eyes says she makes no promises regarding how much good that will do them. “and if you bother her again, the only jeté you’ll ever do after will be on your way out the door, is that clear?” (whether or not such decisions actually have anything to do with her word doesn’t seem to matter, her eyes say that she’ll find a way. that nothing else will matter but that determination.) 

           she doesn’t relent until they’re gone, all of them, none of them up to the challenge on her face. none of them willing to face her. but jenny isn’t done, wheels around on her heel to catch the retreating ringleader’s arm in the doorway. (maybe, just maybe, there’s the press of her nails through three-quarter sleeves.) “that goes double for you,” she says. “she can dance circles around you, and i can do that with both feet tied. don’t think for a second that i won’t know the moment you try something like this again.” disgust curls her lip as she lets go, waves over her shoulder without so much as a backward glance. stops at her bag just long enough to pull out a chilled water bottle, one she presses lightly to pavetta’s hand as notice that it’s there. 

            “they’re jealous of you, and it’s making them ugly.” she says. “you’re a better dancer than all of them combined. believe me - - i’ve seen them.” 

[clerenband]

🍓

🍓     𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥' 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 !

I think that giving a ‘minor’ character more depth than the canon itself could ever do is an admirable feat. I always read your headcanons for Pavetta and I feel a strong admiration for all the work you did. We haven’t written together yet but I hope that we get the chance eventually; I often end up reading other people’s threads, yours included — I assure you I’m not a stalker — and yours are always a pleasure to read, there is a certain flow that makes it apparent you feel at ease when writing for her  ( I don’t know if it makes sense, I’m not particularly good with words ). Having said so, I hope to see you more often on my dash. Keep up the good work !

[mercysought]

@krolewna​ .  🍓 . send a 🍓 and ill compliment u . accepting

ayy rune ❤ uma das poucas pessoas que ainda me vê a escrever em português e tem que lidar com o facto que eu tenho 100% certezas que já não sei fazê-lo lmao bless your heart and patience for likely attempting to decypher my (rusty) portuguese. I am really aware of how bad I am at reaching out so thank you for sending in Himsulem and Aredhel things, your mind and writing are incredible. I am so glad to see you around back on tumblr ❤

[ohkraken-a]

❔

MULTIMUSE ASK MEME

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

eist tuirseach ( 100%, would love to have this interaction )

esyllt cigfa goewin and/or gwenhwyfar branwen berwald ( they’re close in age to pavetta and i could totally see interactions between them! )

bonus (?) : emhyr var emreis ( i think i would feel more comfortable discussing it first just because there’s a lot of. not great things with him and their relationship and i don’t want to do or write or discuss anything that’s not comfortable for both of us as writers! but i think, especially in a sort of pavetta lives au context, it could be very fascinating to explore! )

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calanthe with pavetta when she’s sick and when she’s getting better.

[delicatechildcollectionme-blog]

Lusia by Dariusz Ceglarski

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Krzysztof Iwin – „Śpiąca Królewna” 30x40cm https://iwin.malarstwo.org/pl/limited_print,865.html #ŚpiącaKrólewna #art #painting #drawing #KrzysztofIwin #LimitedEdition #prints

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@krolewna

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

[lwiamatka-a]

@krolewna​ said:                    ❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

                         holding her daughter to her chest, calanthe minded not that pavetta was a teenager now, soon a mother herself, that she was a woman grown and not a child. if she wished to be held, how could she deny her? especially after… after the things they have been through, after how distant they’ve grown. she was to blame for it, she knew. and holding pavetta… perhaps that was the least she could do to fix her past mistakes. 

                        “ there, there, córeczko. i’ll hold you for as long as you need. “ she promised, resting her cheek against the top of pavetta’s head, and she couldn’t help thinking how… all of this was too soon. she herself, aged fifteen, was queen and went to battle, and here, her child resting in her arms… it was too soon, way too soon for her, she felt. did people think the same of her, when they saw her put on an armour and mount a horse?

                        “ lay down your head, and i’ll sing you a lullaby… back to the years, of loo-li lai-lay… “ she began to hum quietly, having no other ideas how to ease her daughter’s troubled mind, but to sing to her, as she has, all these years ago.