So many fine things to behold. ( 💭 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOpen Invitation.ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈⠀ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 ⠀𝐲𝐨𝐮⠀ 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. ⠀

Silence swallows everything, even the truth.

A chuckle nestled in his belly made way, the air around him hiccuping in temporary awe. “My ‘retirement.’ I see,” he started, his eyes drifting elsewhere. Rapid thoughts converge and separate, flickering off in bursts of light before becoming one with the void. The mage that stood within —

Amusement twinkled in the Caster’s eyes; a worn amethyst gaze trailed to give Mer’iah a meticulous once-over. “Ah? Shall I keep calling you ‘my girl’? ‘My boy’ doesn’t have the same touch to it. Whatever the case, you are still my Master.” His arms folded upon each other beneath his robe. “And —

You are so mean…. ( 💔 )

My whimsy levels are dangerously low. I’ll have to tuck a flower behind your ear and call you sunshine.

‘Sleep is a paradise. Sleep is a paradise.’ He wanted only to sleep and forget everything.

For the sin of swallowing up all the stars in the sky.

so my tits are huge compared to lady avalon’s……

A small chuckle that became stifled by a finger to his lips. “Ah, yes. Very worrisome. Apologies, lad. I’ll be quieter around your presence. Well… is your health optimal? Do you need further assistance?”

NOT YOU TOO.

Now why are you saying that with such hate in your voice…. ( 💔 )

SNEEZES.

💭If I get Merlin to say their name backwards, will they disappear....?

A hole is a hole. Or whatever people say.

Eyeing him with a curious quirk of his brow. Then, a laugh that caused Merlin’s cheeks to swell with delight. “Such as…? The way I fuck you? Not quite.” A tilt of his head, along with a pensive finger to his chin. “Changes are mere expectations of our journey together, Master. This is no issue.”

Eating mutton from the bone with a growling appetite, the gamey texture wedged between his teeth.

“Hum.”

source? i heard it in the trees

Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me... where the raindrops as they're falling down a story.

“Now why would you think I’d blow you off? I always return,” he spoke idly, a soft chuckle strangled by his smile. “You have a place in mind? What about something to eat after…?”

❀˚*₊⁎ #SunkissedSunday.

Nice tits.

It’s okay, Xue Ying. He’s been stood up before.

There was visible heartbreak: the tears in his eyes on the verge of spilling, the curl of his bottom lip into a pout, the cracking in his voice. “You said we’d go out to the museum. Did you forget? You can’t be that dull.” All for the theatrics, no less. “Although,” ↴

“I’m not complaining,” he spoke under his breath, the words strained under the rising height of his amusement. “But if you want this done quickly, you’ll have to move a bit faster than that.” Merlin’s appreciation wasn’t lost. Returning her kiss with ease, his lips left slightly agape. “Mm. ↴

|| Trying to get out there and interact with people. 👉👈 I hope y’all don’t mind me sending starters out of the blue.

Merlin’s gaze flickered to the gentle lavender that kissed the feathers atop Absinthe’s crown, gracing those delicate wings with a touch of color. His attention returned to delicate cheeks and gentle eyes, and the wizard found himself mirroring Absinthe’s smile. “Does any angel really think ↴

Let a man be slutty.

❝ welcome to the love parlour〜 are you here for a reading, or perhaps something more intimate.ᐣ ❞

( ⁉️ ) HUH….

❀˚*₊⁎ @d1redes1res.bsky.social.

𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗮 The sixth sense, the spiritual energy that flows from every living being. It's a transient thing that few can ever truly 'see', but that everyone at one point has sensed it before. The feeling of a gaze on your back, a presence of someone there even when you can't see or hear them..

TEMPORARY PINNED.

Ah. Okay, whore. ̶D̶o̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶.̶

“Hm? I beg your pardon? You work with divine beasts? Why, I wouldn’t have thought you much more than a man plagued by trauma,” he joked, the remnants of a laugh seen in his lingering smile. “I have no need for you to slay anything. Your company is enough.”

Her digits were delicate as though he was made of glass that was on the verge of shattering; to preserve a fractured beauty before the inevitable collapse. The magician’s head never moved, yet his eyes flickered from Mer’iah to the wall. A faint pensive expression consumed his features. ↴

Huh.

What the helly. ( 🥀 )

this song is ending , but the story never ends

throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream

❀˚*₊⁎ @oukoeclipse.bsky.social.

the forest will remember