Narrow my tongue

Mira Est. a long, long time ago independent | Selective | Private as told by Rin, slow response, mutuals only follows Starz' Spartacus canon with canon divergence influence, please be sure to view the guidelines before interaction.

[martyry]

I AM IN A MOOD FOR SPART AND ITS HAPPENING

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-hip thrusts at mira-

is that supposed to be a hint?

[martyry]

i don't know if you remember an old naevia with the url stillthefool but i just refound your blog after deleting and i can't believe you're still active. now i want to remake her and oh my god i'm overwhelmed with spartacus-related emotions

OF COURSE I REMEMBER!!!!! AHHHH ! I’m so happy you messaged me!!! I missed you my friend! AND I hope you’re well !!! and I’m totally not going to say to NOT bring back your Naevia or anything 8|| nope you should..... BECAUSE SPARTACUS LIVES

[gxnnicus]

Concept: matching French braids 8'))

#YASSSSSSSSS

[martyry]

GANNICUS

                        The already drunk braggart was too late to change direction before entering his tent             one shared with a steely-eyed huntress who glared daggers upon approaching visage. This night was meant to be one of CELEBRATION as they had thwarted yet another attack by Roman scum. With wine in hand, he made his rounds among brothers and though the mind blurs with visions of many, he’s certain now what rouses frustration as the lips of a woman, not belonging to Mira, grace recollection.

❝ You would move to punish ?  The woman meant nothing. ❞

                                      ❛     Yes  -- -  nothing  except  for  wavering  faith.     ❜  

 for  creatures  of  bitter  souls  punished  even  the  slightest  of  mistakes.  wine  had  gotten  the  better  of  them  both  ‘pon  occasion   (   was  that  not  how  they  came  to  be?   ),  wasn’t  unusual  in  camp.  but  never  had  she  thought  such  actions  would  be  so  boisterously  declared  in  her  ear.  burned  into  her  sight  with  little  repentance.  drink  or  no,  lips  had  coveted  what  was  supposed  to  hers    &&    women  of  territorial  nature  do  not  take  kindly  to  trespasses.

                                      ❛     I  would  rather  move  to  forget  such  things.  but  it  has  sought  to  burn  my  vision  with  its  haunt.  nothing  or  not,  they  should  have  been  mine.     ❜  

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therussicnway replied to your post:

everyone else trying to rock the french braids bc they wanna be cool too lol

HONESTLY!!!! Mira/Ganni making the french braid all the rage in the rebel army.

[martyry]

SHIT..... YOU RIGHT.

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gxnnicus replied to your post:

just like mira

...................... you’re already in trouble Ganni..... this isn’t helping.

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so a little update, I’ve been INCREDIBLY exhausted lately and haven’t even thought about writing.... BUT I wanted to let you all know I’m not dead and that you are MORE THAN WELCOME to add me on sk/pe or disc/rd!! the first is reallyrinnie and the second is Queenie.#4884

[martyry]

The face of the Rebels everyone..

[i-am-roadrunner]

echokells: #MakeItLookSexyChallenge#Element @katrinalaw #Arrow

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tfw war of the damned Mira is a bitter old woman until she gets with Ganni..... 8|||

[martyry]

witchesandwarriors replied to your post: 

I’m here! Just working on a meta ask. I’ve been mostly away all day.

same here ! now it seems everyone is dead.... how canon of them..

[martyry]

                                       ❛     Is  it  scorn  or  something  further  that  draws  your  blade  so  late  tonight?     ❜

@kriiieger

[martyry]

where IS everyone tonight?!

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NASIR.

@martyry gets a follow starter!

Nasir was in a bit of a foul mood. He was more aggressive than usual as he trained new recruits, though he attempted a softer tone after fight was had. It was not anyone else’s fault that Agron was fucking avoiding him every opportunity he could. Nasir had promised to keep from Castus’ company, and he had not broken trust, though Agron obviously believed he had. Nasir knew eventually he would have to confront Agron in a way he couldn’t avoid, but until then, he put his thoughts aside, seeking out company of long-trusted friend and hoping she was free. 

He offered a smile as he approached her, practice spear in hand. It was not as bright as it might have normally been, but her presence did lift spirits. “I hope you do not mind your name passes lips when those struggling with sword express interest in the bow,” he told her.

                                        ❛     I  will  teach  them  -- -     ❜     she  says  it  with  determination,  with  underlying  subtly    &&    care  in  her  words.  honeyed  in  the  surrounding  of  clanging  steel,  fevered  breathing.

 perhaps  he  could  hide  from  the  others.  their  gazes  not  so  caring,  their  hearts  not  so  open.  but  she  KNOWS.  for  it  is  the  same  bitterness  that  lingers  behind  her  eyes.  scorned    &&    forgotten.  perhaps  not  in  the  same,  a  widow  it  seemed  in  posture,  in  presence.  cursing  the  world  for  fates  she  had  not  desired.  for  love  returned  to  her  with  bloodied  fingers  enclosing  upon  her  throat.

                                       ❛     but  do  not  fool  me.  you’re  haunted,  I  can  tell.  for  the  same  yet  lingers  upon  my  heart.  they  like  to  whisper  of  it  through  the  camp,  I  know.  I  would  save  you  from  the  same  fate.     ❜

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CRIXUS.

“Envy the love if you must. Envy not the circumstances.”

                                        ❛     Is  that  not  our  curse?  be  grateful  you’ve  love    &&    can  return  it  just.  even  that  can  be  seen  as  grace  among  failures.     ❜