Elotor Is Life

Tag: Astorvision

  • lolitameow:

    “When you have a good friend that really cares for you and tries to stick in there with you, you treat them like nothing. Learn to be a good friend because one day you’re gonna look up and say I lost a good friend. Learn how to be respectful to your friends, don’t just start arguments with them and don’t tell them the reason, always remember your friends will be there quicker than your family. Learn to remember you got great friends, don’t forget that and they will always care for you no matter what. Always remember to smile and look up at what you got in life” 

    Astorvision of Elodie or of young Marigold (in Professor Astor AU)

  • hadinestypold:

    Nadine Leopold by Simon Upton for Marie Claire UK April 2016

  • Elodie waking up like this (aka sad and in a semi undressed state) after astor’s had his midnight snack >_>

  • Elodie post-war or in KoD like you know he’ll always drape warm blankets over her and then just stare at how lovely she is.

  • Elodie offering herself to The Dark One shortly after he’s given her a deeply passionate kiss (post destroying a large village?)

  • colorlessmidnight:

    || Black ∞ White ||

  • Dark One Astor seeing how Little Witch Elodie longs to learn and grow her magic, how she’ll be an eager and true pupil, how she bears the same possibility of greatness that exists in him. Finally~ Someone worth his time.

  • Now I have this lovely daydream for Adoption AU? It’s like, a bad night during the war? Still growing used to his new bedroom and up late at night Astor can hear bombs going off several miles away. Even though the neighborhood where Marigold and he live is more than safe, he can’t help but remember the bombings of nests, of the hospital. Slowly he creeps towards Marigold’s bedroom – not really sure what he’s seeking. Peering through the door he sees her, sleeping like THIS. Like she looks so perfect, so clean and safe and angelic. Without even really realizing it his little feet carry him toward her, toward the woman who’s always resulted in safety and security. His small, clawed hand reaching for the one just toward the edge of the bed? And just as he touches it, she wakes up. Not startled, not screaming…just kind of slowly shifting to face him. “Hello, Astor…” She whispers, knowing that something must be scaring him. And next thing you know she’s scooting to the side, “I’m having a terrible time sleeping, would you mind joining me? They say it’s easier if you’re with someone you trust. I trust you, will you trust me?”