"A Leader, a Savior, and....a Tyrant~" "Do you and I truly differ?" ~ Nefarith ( ♡ + ↻ )

He didn’t look up, but stopped playing. ”No, I do not. This is inadequate compared to my old skill.” a long pause as he considered whether he cared enough to thank her and decided no, he did not. He stared at the lute.

The frail-looking elf was sitting under a tree, plucking a soft melody on his lute. His skills were decent; they were slowly improving, returning gradually to his old level of talent. #mvrp #openrp #sfwrp

───── ⋆⋅🕊️⛪️⋅⋆ ───── ❝For mortal children, Doomsday is at hand. 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙔 .ᐟ .ᐟ❞ ───── ⋆⋅🖤☄️⋅⋆ ─────

───── ⋆⋅🪷☯️⋅⋆ ───── ❝Wear on your sleeve the virtues you lack, but don’t get above your raising.❞ ───── ⋆⋅🖤🕊️⋅⋆ ─────

Thistle yawned. Sleepy elf.

jester's privilege is the ability and right of a jester to talk and mock freely without being punished ; for nothing he says seems to matter.

my skircle hehe//

Capybaras #sketchbook

“I am nonbinary.”

i quickly doodled this to show what i mean but thistle’s hair is still quite blond…what was i imagining…

warmup doodle

Aster Blythe (they/he) || #MVRP || #OCrp

He gnawed at his thumb, blood staining his teeth. Despite Merlin’s seemingly wholesome words, Thistle’s anxiety and nausea only worsened. “You sound just like the Lion.”

“Why is it your job? Who told you to do that? What are people ‘like me’ ?”

“I’m not a liar! I need to know. Why do you want to make me happy? How does it benefit you?”

He continued scratching at himself, mumbling to himself as he stared at Merlin. “I wouldn’t want you to tell me stupid lies anyway! I hate liars!”

He was lying perfectly still on the floor.

behold! the new jester of the golden kingdom! ☆ #dungeonmeshi

not mama but another baby

... no memories ... a warm body ... a husk of a human ...

“Mama….? No. Mana. For magic.”

“Elf. Not alf. We are humans with pointed ears and higher capacity for mana.”

“I am an elf. Have you never seen an elf before?”

OOC. sorry to come back from hiatus to share a gofundme link but this is my biggest acc. Please share this around if it’s not too much trouble

Eared owl. ‘The Maastricht Hours’, Liège 14th century. BL, Stowe 17, fol. 24v. #medieval #medievalart

Absolutely not.

He continued scratching at himself, causing the skin to well up with little beads of blood. “I know what magic is, yes.” he snapped, gritting his teeth and his palms sweat, “That is not normal magic.”

He blinked as flask appeared before him. Narrowing his eyes, he inspected it carefully before taking it into his hands, opening it and scrutinising the liquid. Hm. He took a little sip. Sloshing it around in his mouth, he turned around and tried to discretely spit it out into his sleeve to get the

It was less of a new side and more like an old one rebirthed. Then again, he had already been showing little hints of desires here and there: eating Mike’s cookies willingly, showing concern at someone’s injury one time, protecting Mike with a spell from a ghost. Merlin hadn’t seen all of that

rough bites and cuts swelling with blood, this body is unforgiving. vindictive. vicious. vile.

Thistle was equally disgusted at himself. What had he been thinking, eating so much at once when he had eaten so little for so long? It was like something else was controlling him. He did not like that. He should have resisted. This was repulsive. the acrid stench and warm wetness disgusted him +

Thistle scowled thunderously at the blatant mockery of him. He crossed his arms with a huff…Before shifting restlessly from foot to foot again, dashing off to go wee somewhere and rapidly returning. Something felt off. Very off. Familiar. His mind was too riddled with hunger for him to think

“I do?”

// hehe excited about ambrosius rp // wiat I think they’re called merlin… // been a while since a bsky rp made me excited!

He continued shuffling from foot to foot, but pulled his thumb out of his mouth, the tang of iron on his tongue. Thistle scratched at his arm instead, over and over. “Huh? What?” he frowned, overwhelmed brain slow to process, “I want— I need—!” Desires overlapped, but the ones that stood out the

This is the closest you will get to a smile. He’s somewhat content, at least. #smilesunday #mvrp

He tilted his head slightly, considering this with dull violet eyes. Hm. “…I don’t know. I do not think so.” his knees gave out; he must have stood for too long. He just sat there, unbothered. “If I do care, the caring is too tiny for me to see.”

Thistle stared at his hands in theirs, the feeling of warmth like sunlight filtering through green leaves like a childhood summer‘s day washing through him. His eyes widened. The emptiness inside of him began to shrink, other people’s desires trickling in like /I want to live/ and /I want to eat/ +

He frowned deeply, allowing her to pick him up and sit him on the sofa. “That is not true. People do not like you anymore when you are a burden.”

the first five minutes after violent death

He frowned slightly, ears twitching. Hesitant, he gave him his hands.

Thistle absent-mindedly picked at scabs on his fingers. He paused. The great emptiness gnawed within. “…I don’t know.”

“I’m not interested in getting anywhere.” he shrugged.

”I don’t want anything.” he shrugged, “Maybe I’ll tell you when I feel like it.“

His ears twitched. “Who are you?”