"Your heart seems elsewhere, child." Her grandmother's voice, sharp as her gaze, cut through her reverie.
"Is it so visible?" Nasha asked, a half-smile fleeting across her lips.
"Only to eyes that have seen many summers come and go," her grandmother replied, her look softening.
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Nasha wandered past the garden, hands reaching out to caress the petals of wildflowers. She plucked them gently, gathering a bouquet, each color representing wishes for the future.
Under an oak, girls from the village gathered, their laughter as bright as the ribbons they wove into each other's braids. They spoke of suitors and promises, of weddings that would soon take place.
"Come join us, Nasha!" one called, a bloom of excitement in her cheeks.
Nasha paused, her fingers closing around the stems in her hand. The pull of expectation tugged at her, yet she remained rooted to the spot.
"Perhaps another time," she called back, her voice steady.
She watched for a moment longer before she turned away.
May or may not become a monthly post, so make sure to stay tuned for more creative adventures!
Here are some of my favorite sketches and doodles:
The first sketch (on the left) is my version of Little Red Riding Hood where the wolf is actually a shapeshifter (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and he nice??
The second drawing (middle) is a fan art of the movie Zootopia. I wanted to create my own spin on the story by drawing Judy as a human with cute pigtails, and later added Nick as they are the perfect duo!
Lastly, I created a fan art of one of my favorite Bollywood movies, Kal Ho Naa Ho or 'Tomorrow May Never Come'. Although I accidentally messed up the drawing because i wanted to color it .. If you're looking for a heart-wrenching movie to watch, I highly recommend it!
Feeling the compulsive urge to post about my oc's as if they have an established fanbase and aren't actually from wips I haven't even introduced on tumblr yet
i'm both dumber and smarter than you think so don't underestimate me because i'm actually smart about a lot of stuff but also don't be surprised if i'm dumb about some other stuff hope that helps
Summary: Every action comes with a consequence, especially if you are foolish enough to interfere with the course of nature..
Tags/Genre: romance, fluff, mythology (mix of slavic and celtic mythology), (found) family, enemies2lovers kinda, a little bit of angst, horror and drama
Warning: none
Rating: 16+ (yandere, gore etc. in later chapters)
MASTERLIST │Next -> Chapter 1 (Coming soon)
The goddess weaves the delicate threads, her eyes fixed upon the intricate pattern as it unfolds. The threads of fate twist and turn in her fingers, glowing with a soft radiance that illuminates the darkness around her. She hums softly to herself, lost in the rhythm of her work.
Her fingers moving with precision as she decides the path of a young girl's life. The thread glows with a radiant golden light, pulsing with the promise of potential and possibility.
"Destiny is a fickle thing," the goddess murmurs, her voice low. "It can be shaped by many things, both within and without your control. Will you embrace your fate, or fight against it?"
Her fingers dance over the loom, manipulating the threads with a deft hand. "There are those who are born lucky, and those who are born to struggle. But no matter the path, every thread is woven with purpose and intention.
The goddess leans forward, her eyes burning with an intense fire. "Remember, dear one, that the thread of your life is your own to weave. You hold the power to shape your own destiny, to turn misfortune into opportunity. Will you take hold of the threads, or let them slip through your fingers?" A sly smile tugs at her lips, hinting at the secrets only she knows..
"I have everything I could ever want...except for you, my dear. You will be mine, one way or another."
The sultan sat cross-legged on his throne, his eyes scanning the room with what appeared to be a warm smile on his lips. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood. He watched the dancers move gracefully before him, his thoughts wandering to the gold-skinned girl he had seen earlier that day, a disturbing excitement creeping over him..
"I do not fear death. It is the only release from this never-ending cycle of bloodshed."
The weight of his iron mask seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. It was the first time Merikh struggled to keep his emotions in check, his thoughts torn between duty, desire and freedom.
"What have you done to my brother, you vile woman!" he glared, his eyes fierce and full of fire as he spoke.
His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of humans nearby. He snorted in disgust. His hand absently traced the silver chain around his neck, where a glittering diamond pendant hung. It was the spoils of his last hunt, a reminder of his superiority over the weak and insignificant creatures that roamed the earth.
