@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
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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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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.
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“ but... i meant, you're not the only one who's scared of them. i was trying to help... ” fine, she'll shuffle off to bed. don't mind her sniffling.
GODSDAMMIT!
“JUST BECAUSE YOU HELPED DOESN’T MEAN IT ISN’T PAST YOUR BEDTIME.” ♥
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@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 ? ❜
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@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.”
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🍓
🍓 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 !
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@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 ❤
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i wogolw to jak juz zyje znowu mam lore uptade, jakos w grudniu pisalam ze ktos tam 2 osoby cjcialy sie zajebac cos cos blabla i kurwa ostatnuo poszlismg do forum w 4 osoby razem ze mna cn, bylam ja, a, m i k. ta jebana cipa (k) vhciala isc na dach, nikt nie chcial isc z nim wiec "poszedl" sam a zamiast twgo spierdolil nawet nic nie powiedzjal, pol godzinh do niego dzwonilismy martwilismy sralismy pod siebie a jak wkoncu krolewna odebrala powiedzial ze jest w domu. teraz sie do nas nie odzhwa ani nawet kurwa nie raczy spojzec w nasza strone w szkole wiec powiem naprawde zajebiste podziekowanie za uratowaniw zycia i pomoc kurwa psychiczna czy cokolwiek napeawdw nie zmieniaj sie💞💞💞💞
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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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❔
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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@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.
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