#the last unicorn aesthetic
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bubblemoodboards · 1 year ago
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[please credit if you use, check out my profile if you want to request a moodboard or icon!]
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flangst · 2 years ago
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Now that I'm a woman, everything has changed
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trashieart · 4 months ago
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In my folk art era ✨ Some last unicorn art ✨
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catalysmic · 6 months ago
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poplillye · 9 months ago
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Maybe we aren’t so different after all
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yayyodolls · 7 months ago
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starry eyed ❀ᮬׁ࣮✧
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cann1bal-kitt3n-x · 2 months ago
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comingofthedawn · 6 months ago
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chocolateg1rl · 16 days ago
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me when I finally get home and my true form can come out˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎
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vampyrdolll · 7 months ago
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albanianpsycho · 1 year ago
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favorite movie ever
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vampirevalentineart · 4 months ago
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lady amalthea 🦄✨
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artbysarf · 5 months ago
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Unicorn in a Red Night
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anolis3 · 6 months ago
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''The Last Unicorn'', by Peter S. Beagle.
''This is illusion, the unicorn told herself. This is illusion - and somehow raised a head heavy with death to stare deep into the dark of the last cage and see, not Old Age, but Mommy Fortuna herself, stretching and snickering and clambering to the ground with her old eerie ease. And the unicorn knew then that she had not become mortal and ugly at all, but she did not reel beautiful again. Perhaps that was illusion too, she thought wearily.'', from The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle.
'''Oh,' Molly said. 'Oh, what have you done?' and, heedless og any danger, she ran to the girl and knelt beside her. The Red Bull raised his huge, blind head and swung it slowly in Schmendrick's direction. He seemed to be waning and fading as the gray sky grew light, though he still smoldered as savagely bright as crawling lava. The magician wondered what his true size was, and his color, when he was alone.'', from The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle.
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strawberrycreamcat · 1 year ago
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This skeleton has lived rent free in my head since the first time I watched this film on vhs at, like, 6 years old
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a-hoe-for-dark-academia · 6 months ago
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"I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me."
-Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn, 1968
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