- where I belong -

We are the eternal hour

with resilience, she stands strong.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝐕𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐇 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚‍⠀ ‍ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ # 𝐂 𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐀 𝐑

Beware the witch with the blood of the lion and the wolf.

a yearning for peace, a desire for freedom, a longing for love.

we could be lovers in the night; we could be strangers in the light.

- the mystic guidance -

- where the fairies are gathering -

I never lose magic of my light even in the darkest times.

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⠀ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧. . . ㅤ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ... ᴀʟʟ ㅤ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ㅤ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ-ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ. ⠀ ⠀ worldestroyer.carrd.co/ ♡ + ↻ ⠀

- towards you -

// I swear I will come back to my accounts here someday. My brain is just in steady low power mode these days. But happy Star Wars Day to all!! @(^_^)@

Manservant of Camelot, to Arthur Pendragon. Some call that lucky… Sorcerer and last dragon lord. (That’s a secret, don’t tell a soul!) The druids call me Emrys, but you can just call me Merlin. #MerlinRP #ArthurianRP #HistoricalRP #MedievalRP #Parody

She’s had her fill of mead, tired from a night of dancing and feasting by the light of fires. Fingers interlocked with those of a fellow warrior, they make their way, weaving and laughing, towards the shadows for their own ritualistic celebration of the Horned God’s union with the Maiden. May the ~

Deep in rain-damp forests gathering wood and flowers. Dancing to faerie music by the holy bright light of bonfires.

'Tis the eve of May. Don't forget to leave something for the fairies.

// Feel free to throw as many words as you like at it, by the way! No need to restrict yourself to just one. I like using these as little writing exercises when I’m dealing with burnout.

⠀ ⠀⠀ A hand softly rests over his own, holding his touch captive as she turned her face to press her lips against his palm. “Flooded?” she repeats, eyes lighting with playful desire. “I think such a distraction can be arranged.” Morgen guides his hand away from its caress and raises ~

I take flight with birds on wind-swept fleeted wings.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Mhmm. “That’s very gracious of you, Imperator.” Despicable, really. “Now,” she sets aside the scroll stretches out upon the mattress coyly with a knowing little smile, “tell me of these needs that have left you. . . 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙.”

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Would answer. . . But apparently he commands her not to ✨ talk ✨ to him. Alas! Back to reading Roman poetry. In bed.

Seduction and sorcery.

Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash ∘ Greek mythology RP. ∘ crossovers and OCs welcome. ∘ nsfw. / 18+. / triggers possible. → retweets appreciated.

❝Rock is served hot, blood warm, and revenge cold... but love is served sweet.❞ • Vampire OC • SS with my beautiful husband @cirinoleandros.bsky.social • MV | 21+ • literate | descriptive • selective 「Not affiliated with Ville Valo」 ♡ & ↺ please?

❝Books are a uniquely portable magic.❞ - Vampire OC - mature content (RP21+) - descriptive - SS with @buffytvssummers.bsky.social 「Not affiliated with Johnny Depp」 ♡ & ↺ are appreciated!

I am the black bird, the raven, the scald crow.

She is the great conjurer, of both magic and courage. She is the voice that lifts those who think they cannot go on. She is the spirit of determination and courage.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀He adores her. In his distant, broody kind of way.

Thieved from a Roman and chosen to do this (so was it really thieved?) Like ❤️ for Morgen's opinion of you. First impression. : Your nickname in my head. : Closeness rating [ 1-10 ]. : Do I like you. : You are my. : Colour, that reminds me of you. : Should you post this. :

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ He says Barbarian scum is his nickname for me, but I can guarantee that’s not what he was thinking when we 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ May you receive the abundant blessings of Spring.

all i ever hear is how great of a leader you are. god, it's so annoying.

Ostara is only a couple days away and she is getting antsy. She is ready for spring!

i'm a goddess with a blade.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ The druid woman offers him a sympathetic look, wrapped in her own cloak for added warmth, but far more at ease in its slouched comfort. “That I will not deny. We may be more used to the winters here, but the weather is still dangerous at its coldest.” ~

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀She’s attempting to school her smile to something less. . . cocky. “Forgive me, Lord, I know you were not fortunate enough to grow up in this environment.”

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀So 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚, Old Rome.

Have you been sticking your pretty nose where others might be tempted to cut it off, little one?

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀The suggestion that he could leave (and preferably take all of his undoubtedly homesick soldiers with him) does not leave her lips. The fact that she also misses her home is not mentioned. Neither of these would serve her well. The first would cause exasperation at best, suspicion at ~

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀She’s slinking up beside him, watching him carefully as he seems lost in thought. “What troubles you, Lord?”

Deeply honored, actually 🥲

“Well then, I’m sure we’ll be able to find her easily,” she reassured him. With magic, if needed. She would err on the side of caution using magic beyond the boundaries of her village, but she doubted she had any reason to fear this particular knight for a brief spell or two. Morgen excused ~

. . .”Noli esse crudelis, Domine.”

𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨.