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{ indie oc, greek mythology based. }

[velvetcinn]

[kxllermemes-blog]

KAMELOT SENTENCE STARTERS - WHERE I REIGN.

Spinning twisting in my hand

I hold the key to this wasteland

I’ve been searching it for you

Don’t try to run

Don’t hide away

There is no hope you can’t escape

I see your smile fade away

Your bright blue sky has turned to gray

Tonight

Unlock the door

Close your eyes

I’ll set you free

Here, in this spiralling darkness

Where my pleasure is your pain

Fear wraps it’s arms around you

Here: is where I reign

It feels so good

This feels so right

That you should be my sacrifice

There is no hope you can’t be saved

Here, in this spiralling darkness

[fylakas-blog]

i think these are all the rage now SOOOO-----

could you give this a like/reblog if you wouldn’t mind hanging out with a mystical transgirl priestess trusted with the task of guarding pandora’s box?? she’s usually up to no good and might try to tempt your muse into looking inside for the hell of it, but she has a heart of gold deep.... deeep..... deeeeeeeep down !

[darkwithinme]

[poseida]

greek mythology: ❖  PANDORA

Pandora (greek: Πανδώρα, derived from πᾶν, pān, i.e. “all” and δῶρον, dōron, i.e. “gift”, thus “the all-endowed”, “the all-gifted” or “the all-giving”) was the first human woman created by the gods, specifically by Hephaestus and Athena on the instructions of Zeus. As Hesiod related it, each god helped create her by giving her unique gifts. Zeus ordered Hephaestus to mold her out of earth as part of the punishment of humanity for Prometheus’ theft of the secret of fire, and all the gods joined in offering her “seductive gifts”. According to the myth, Pandora opened a jar, mistranslated as “Pandora’s box”, releasing all the evils of humanity leaving only Hope inside once she had closed it again.

[fylakas-blog]

@ofice​ 

     A ranger returned at dawn. 

     But he wasn’t alone. With him was a young woman, yet she was no wildling girl. Neigh, her clothing was fine, though weathered, with accents of gold. In hands that appeared to be showing the first signs of frostbite was an ornate box of wood and gold, gems encrusted in the intricate designs.

“Found ‘er wanderin’ a mile from the wall talkin’ some nonsense ‘bout that box.” The ranger said to Jon, “No weapons or anythin’, ain’t a wildlin’ bitch neither. Didn’t think I should put a blade through her, but couldn’t jus’ leave’r there...”

     The shivering young woman smiled at Jon, that of a cheshire. Was he a curious spirit?

     When the man was dismissed, the blonde walked passed Jon and headed up the stairs toward the first door she saw.

“I’m cold, Crow.”

[fylakas-blog]

                                                      CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT

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