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𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 , 𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁. independent and private writing blog for LADY SELENE QUASAR , an original character based in high fantasy lore with verses for baldur's gate 3 and others. written by evie , she / they & 30.

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Margarethe (Anna Margarethe) Geiger (detail)

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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR     --    「   endless edits of amelia.  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mutuals & partners may reblog / personals do not interact.   」

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but i hate the trend of hating on anything new that comes out. and then people going how dare you enjoy this thing? wtf is wrong with you for liking it? like shut up, the world sucks, let me enjoy the things that bring me joy in peace

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but look at my son

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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR     --    「   endless edits of amelia.  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mutuals & partners may reblog / personals do not interact.   」

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okay but why does it feel like every book ever now has a special edition? did i miss something?

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i didn't redo it because i have way to many pins but this is amelia's pinterest uwu

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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR     --    「   endless edits of amelia.  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mutuals & partners may reblog / personals do not interact.   」

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i need to add this to the lore page, because i kinda forgot that i had this be a thing when i as writing it up but linuess (at least in the capital and other larger cities) is home to many free roaming cats. think the way cats form colonies at ancient ruins. they are all well taken care of, coming and going as they please. some end up adopting families, others like bouncing around between a couple of different homes, and some don't want to be around people at all. they aren't exactly considered sacred, but they are seen as good omens / protectors, and they are considered to be protected creatures. (tho there is some popular management so that the city doesn't become completely overrun)

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the princess was profoundly cherished by her father--his little flower, his dearest star. and as she grew so did the rumor that the king could refuse his daughter nothing.

charles wharton stork / edouard vuillard / house of the dragon / the west wing / les mis / rings of power / leila chatti / borgia: faith and fear / ally carter / jodi picoult / holly warburton / cecilia corrigan / v.e. schwab / w. s. merwin / ever after / edward lee / nimmieamee / sylvia plath / benjamin alire sáenz / c.c. aurel / amanda strand.

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     His reaction surprised her. While she was normally used to protests, complaints about how they weren’t a good dancer, or how they didn’t want to dance, but questioning her teaching abilities was certainly a new one. She stopped mid stride, and turned to look at him, her nose crinkling as she made a face, her expression something close to offense. “Well we won’t know for certain unless you try, now won’t we?”

     If anything his comment only made her more determined to succeed. Turning on her heel, she continued her path to a small corner of the dance floor, making sure they had enough space for her to teach without worrying about him knocking into anyone else. She stepped closer, placing his hands in right positions. “Just follow my lead, I won’t let you fail, I promise.” And she never made promises she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep.

dancing? paul felt his eyebrows twitch as amelia explained to him what was going on. the word echoed inside of his brain but before he could process it, he felt himself being pulled from where he was standing. once close to where the others were, he looked from side to side, his head moving quickly as he tried to make sense of what the redhead was planning & then it dawned on him.

“ teach me? ” an eyebrow raised as he looked at her, his jaw ready to drop to the floor. “ you must be mad if you think i’m going to be able to … dance. ” the last word was spoken in a whisper. fear bubbled in his chest. her smile did nothing for him, except remind him of his two left feet. “ i don’t know the first thing about dancing. how can you be certain you can teach me? ”

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    It seems she has caught him off guard as his stumbled half muttered protests came too late, though he seemed pleasantly surprised all the same, much to her amusement.

    Her laughter is music like, as it spills from her lips. “No, birds didn’t dress me.” Though it didn’t surprise her that he thought so. She was dressed in all the finery afforded to her royal position, a dark blue gown embedded with stones that sparkled like stars, a halo of gems glisten against her auburn curls which were neatly pinned. She looks every bit a princess, a picture of refined elegance without it being a gross display of extravagance.

    “And you’re welcome, I've had a good deal of practice over the years.” Having a brother and a multitude of cousins had given her ample opportunity. “I could teach you if you’d like, or buy you one that’s pre tied, whichever you prefer.”

josh lets out a strangled, choked noise, his hands flailing uselessly at his sides as the princess steps closer, a faint smell of flowers filling his nose. before he can so much as string together a coherent objection, she’s already reached for his tie, fingers undoing the knot and retying it with an ease that seems to mock him. his protest—half-formed "no"s—spill out too late, falling into the air as she steps back to admire her handiwork.

it sits perfectly against his collar. not too loose, not strangling him, it might even last the entire night if he doesn't do anything stupid. ❛⠀ well, ❜ he says, needlessly adjusting the lapels of his jacket, ❛⠀ thank you. you're very, very good at that. so no birds dress you, then. ❜

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What does your soul look like?

a rose colored sun: You are warmth. You are hope. You are always reaching, and reaching. You have a great love inside you, and you are determined to share it with others, to warm them from the cold and empty void. But you give too much. You have torn yourself open, and now your light is stained with your own blood. Do you think yourself too reckless? Do you know how to stop? You are passion. You are a burning, bleeding heart. All look to you for guidance, for your comfort, but who will catch you when you fall? Never forget, no matter how many times you fade beneath the horizon, no matter how many times your sun has set, you will rise again at dawn.

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but amelia has her family and then her found family because she deserves to have both

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amelia lockridge + family

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AMELIA LOCKRIDGE + WARDROBE