#wornlilac

[wolfvirago]

🚢 ... ik we talked about it before but-

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

okay I have a lot of thoughts especially since I recently saw the movie for the first time and understand the inherent tragedy of love being an emotion that Amalthea is burdened by.

I think Robin would be enchanted by the unicorn and befriend her, probably always wondering where she goes to and hoping that Amalthea's presence would help keep the forest safe for a few days from yokai. Once Amalthea is turned human, though, it becomes a whole other story.

While Amalthea slowly forgets her life as a unicorn, Robin is both happy to have a "human" companion but also incredibly mournful. Because her relationship isn't the same, and she feels guilt for acting upon instincts to love a creature who does not belong to her, and probably would never be if she wants Amalthea to be her true self.

something something the tragedy of love turning you into a whole new person and someone loving the idea of you/your first self and unsure about the new self.

@wornlilac

[universalcarnival]

@wornlilac replied to this post: ... staaaaaares. and slowly moves in to boop his forehead with her muzzle. a little unicorn kissie, just for him.

Giggles ensue as the unicorn boops him with their muzzle, happily accepting the unicorn kiss as described with enthusiasm. After nuzzling back with his own excitement and delight in the share of affection, he stops himself in an exclimation.

— " Oh!! That reminds me!! "

From his inventory (that he somehow accesses), he pulls out a beautiful little flower crown made by the local fauna, mostly forming blue pastels and slight greens that compliment the unicorn quite well.

— " I made this for you! I wasn't sure when I was going to see you again... but I'm so glad I'm able to give this to you! "

[peculiarbeauty]

wornlilac asked: " what are you working on ? "

she gasps , startled by the other's appearance beside her. " bonjour , my friend. i didn't hear you come in. " she seems to take a step back from what she is working on.

" papa is the inventor within our home. sometimes i do see small tweaks that he could make to the invention while he is away. " she giggles. " don't misunderstand though .. he is the true genius here. i simply dabble. "

[sparkadream]

@wornlilac spun the wheel and got...Onyx!

"Long as suckers don't mind payin' just to get bad news."

[noctechoro]

@wornlilac​​ sent: ❝ Something in you knows it.❞  — for unknown !

Jewel green gaze turns downcast at the words from the other before they give their own. “Perhaps...at one point. But whatever part of me that knew I can’t seem to find anymore.” A pale hand moves to brush gently along their brow as they think. It always felt like something was missing from there...but what?

They’d been without their memories for so long now, they wondered if it would even be possible to get them back at all by this point. Eventually their hand falls as their gaze turns back to the unicorn before them. “I suppose it would be wishful thinking to hope that you might know of a way to help me remember?”

Anastasia Lyrics: Accepting!

[feelinsheepish]

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

Terrance had never been more at peace than he was out here, away from it all, recovering from yet another argument with his father and family and now he was in the presence of a beautiful creature that he felt he had no right to be addressing.

His ears low and eyes averting her bashfully, he responded with a grateful. "Thank you.... You're really kind... I'm not sure if I should stay too long, my family will be missing me... I think."

[hxzelwallflower]

Such beauty , tortured by elements which held it prisoner . Many fae suffered like this , their fragile bodies left to rot inside wood cages for entertainment . Auctioned , stripped of the life they once knew . Unicorns are noble creatures thus adding to their rarity , to find one here is something she didn't expect .

However she knows better than to venture beyond the safest of the forest , her wings drawing attention to anyone who may very well see . Nevertheless she approaches , the equine's timidity bringing those painted nails to the iron bars . Grasping them firmly .

❝ Priez , dites-le who leaves majesty such as yourself when the moon is full ? ❞

A beat , studying her .

❝ And here I thought unicorns were just a myth . ❞

open.

the night did not belong to the witch as one would assume , as she and her companions left the creatures in their cages to rest for the next day , to show off their conjured carnival collection to those wanting desperately to believe.   though , the unicorn and the harpy were no conjuration , none that mommy fortuna would have the power to create anyhow. she had caught them both by chance , pure luck.

the unicorn shivered in her iron cage , though not from the cold. she could feel the cruel hands of the man - made metal trying to claw their way to her fine fur to taint it. she was nearly hugging the wooden panel in the back , ignoring the shimmer of her reflection in the cruel metal - a rare thing for a unicorn to do.

then her ears twitched , hearing something in the bushes. it was a still , silent night so the sound of footsteps were hard to ignore.

  the unicorn dared to bring herself closer to the bars , turning her head to spot the mysterious intruder. she tilted her head in curiosity as they watched the other in silence a hero , perhaps? they were careful not to let hope swell their heart just yet , lest it shatter. she knew better than to expect anything from anyone else.

“  It's not safe to wonder so late , you'll be spotted.  ”  the unicorn gave her warning in a soft whisper , purple eyes shimmering in the moonlight that shone through the bars.

[poswiecenia]

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

bold whatever applies | italics what sometimes applies [ both if it's perfect for your muse ] | strikethrough what doesn't apply & tag people. repost; don’t reblog!

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

tagged by: @zorkaya ( <3 ty ) tagging: @idolsummons ( hana ), @fckurselfie ( aether or ardbert ), @torntruth ( karlach ), @ichihero, @oathtorn, @visionhcld ( worcestershire sauce ), @wornlilac + anyone else who wanna <3

[pegaseans]

@wornlilac clicked the ♡ !

❛   sometimes ... i forget what i used to be.   ❜

[multiicolor]

im tired so im gonna be on @wornlilac for the night, go say hi to the pretty unicorn

[autumnfrolic]

‎‏‏⸻‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐅𝐎𝐑‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎; ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎@wornlilac.

Troops of innumerable flowers sprung from the soft soil,  blanketing the forest floor,  akin to a twilit sky covered in colorful,  joyful stars.  ‏‏‎ ‎Everything smelled of blossoms,  fresh leaves,  and green wood.  ‏‏‎ ‎Things were very quiet here.  ‏‏‎ ‎Unlike the incessant yet comforting din of conversations from birds and insects of Dart's home,  the stillness this secret site conveyed was a type completely unknown to her.  ‏‏‎ ‎Grass blades and ferns gently disturbed by movement alerted the doe,  a freezing chill dripping down her spine as she suddenly locked eyes with a mother wolf leading her pups down the lush pathways.  ‏‏‎ ‎Sharp hooves bound to the earth,  Dart gave a single warning stomp,  snorting defensively in retort—  though strangely,  her threats went completely ignored.  ‏‏‎ ‎The wolf simply walked away.  ‏‏‎ ‎Her presence barely alerted any other forest-folk.  ‏‏‎ ‎No one was upset,  they did not even seem to care at all.

❝  Well, that's. . . odd.  ❞ ‏‏‎  ‏‏‎ ‎‎Dart mumbled quietly to herself,  ears falling flat.  ‏‏‎ ‎Contradictory to everything she understood,  this place challenged her fundamentally in a way she had never been before.  ‏‏‎ ‎Things seemed tranquil,  temperate,  and peaceful,  yet even now a distrustful lack of faith still remained within.  ‏‏‎ ‎Treading carefully still,  Dart slowly moved beneath the low branches of a tender young tree,  curiosity calling her forth despite intuition's warnings.

Crossing the threshold of the interior glade revealed a mysterious sight.  ‏‏‎ ‎Entering the clearing through the veil of verdant vegetation,  a brilliant white light appeared across the creek.  ‏‏‎ ‎Dart averted her gaze,  initially fearful that a blinding star may have fallen,  though when no calamitous disaster befell her,  she cracked a single eyelid to witness something truly celestial.  ‏‏‎ ‎Slowly opening eyes took in the presence of a phenomenal brilliance,  her glowing radiance radiating from her form,  casting scattered light along the bubbling water like diamonds strung on string—  she was nothing like Dart had ever seen.  ‏‏‎ ‎A prevailing planet splendidly occupying this space like she was visiting from some place far,  far away from here.  ‏‏‎ ‎Astonishment rescinded uncertainty,  the knowledge of anything known quickly caving away.

❝  H-hello. . .  ❞  ‏‏‎ ‎Dart said,  the lump in her throat barely allowing air to escape.

‎‏‏⸻‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎; ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎@autumnfrolic.

a red leaf that traveled on the wind would experience a miracle ; for it was dying , almost dead — had it not crossed the threshold of eternal spring. the cold and darkness it was doomed for was no longer ; instead turning back to the vibrant green of its youth. the wind carried it away with its joy rising as the doe settled in the clearing.

it was a stark contrast of the world before ; it's chilled winds stopped and warmed. it was as if it never happened , as if autumn and winter or even summer were too afraid of the forest to touch a single leaf or creature. the world of the forest was alive and green , and the air held the scents of flowers in eternal bloom — a wolf trotted by and barely gave the new doe as much as a hungry glance , her pups following along as she crossed a creek. there was no strife here , no deadly game of survival. the unicorns forest was serenity itself ; a paradise.

...

her foot fall was like the chime of a bell — and with each step her melody grew closer. with fur as white as the moon and a mane like seafoam , the forests guardian appeared in all her glory from the trees , her pale horn shining. she hadn't noticed the doe yet either , taking her time to walk over to the creek. yet she walked with regality , her head held high — only dropping it for a small sip of the clear waters.

it was only once she raised her head again — sparkling amethyst eyes peeking through her long lashes — that she finally spotted her in that clearing. while not alarmed , but still weary , the unicorn lifted her head ; her tall ears straight and alert. her scent was not familiar and she knew that she was untouched by her magic ; of her spring.

and thus two strangers stand still , trapped in the sight of each other.

[wolfvirago]

;; here's the doodle requests I got a couple days ago. They're not the best bc I was too jittery from my coffee, but oh well. I turned it into a big doodle page instead <3

hope you enjoy @wornlilac , @howljock , @uppermoonkoku , @cnlyluck

[peculiarbeauty]

wornlilac asked: " i understand more than you think . "

" i'm sorry if i gave you the impression i was doubting your knowledge. " a beat. " sometimes i tend to think that people don't understand me .. and i need to explain everything to them about books. i should give people a chance more. thank you for helping me see that. i promise to not treat you that way again ! "

[vendettamuses]

// Aaaand last gift piece is another icon frame for @wornlilac ! My love for the color purple and the unicorn's motifs is showing 💜

// Let me know if you'd like the PSD for it to make icons with!

[sapphosheiir]

@wornlilac

Unico x The Last Unicorn crossover 

Redbubble link

[noctechoro]

What does your heart look like?

A Guiding, Golden Light

Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.

Tagged By: @magiclessxprefect Tagging: @diiscordandstriife, @witch3rie, @wornlilac, @arcencielreve​, aaannnddd whoever else wants to snag it!