[namkookies]

me: *is tiny*

me: (ง •̀_•́)ง

[nimwue]

@liftedrelics​          𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃          :          ‘   there   were   to   be   no   parting   kisses.   no   goodbyes.   no   last   words.   ’

𝙳𝙸𝙳      𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃      𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃      𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂      𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾      𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁       𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 ?          she wants to ask.     amidst   curiosity  and  her  own  aching  heartbeat.     the   last   words   spoken   from   her   mother   had   been   to   find   him,     deliver   the   sword,     run   nimue.     there   was   no   time   for   one   last   hug,     one   last   tender   kiss   her   mother   would   press   to   her   temple.     she’s   not   sure   if   this   is   better   or   worse,     her   mother’s   last   look   of   determination   and   love   etched   into   her   mind,     or   if   she   had   found   her   later,     if   she   had   not   run   knowing   the   fate   her  mother   would   come   to.     merlin   does   not   fill   the   hole,     does   not   come   close.     instead,     they   sit   in   odd   companionship,     cradling   gaping   wounds   carved   out   of   their   breasts.          ❛     how   did   it   feel ?     did   you   still   love   her ?     ❜

[intense-suggestion]

There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.

[nimwue]

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[vaememes]

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞

❝ They’re dying.  ❞

❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞

❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞

❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞

❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞

❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞

❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞

❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞

❝ What do they feed on? ❞

❝ You’re so… different. ❞

❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞

❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.  ❞

❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.  ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞

❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞

❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞

❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞

❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞

❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞

❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞

❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞

❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞

❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you?  ❞

❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞

❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞

❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞

❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞

❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞

❝ You lied to me! ❞

❝ You poisoned me! ❞

❝ You said you loved me! ❞

❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞

❝ It makes everything easier. ❞

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞

❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞

❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞

❝ We must do something about it.  ❞

❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞

❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞

❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞

❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞

❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞

❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞   

❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞

❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞

❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞

❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞

❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞

❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞

❝ How do you manage this house? ❞

❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞

❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞

❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞

❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞

❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].  ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞

❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞

❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞  

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

[nimwue]

𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶 .

             ❝   whats behind ?        since   you   seem   determined   to   never   go   back   there   again    .   ❞

          @nimwue···· , starter

❛     ashes .          pyres   and   a   god,     maybe.     a   sea   of   red   waiting   to   swallow   me   whole.     nothing   that   matters.     what’s   ahead,     for   you ?     ❜

[nimwue]

although   i’m   not   super   excited   by   the   book,   i   don’t   like   its   pacing   or   other   aspects,   there   are   some   interesting   tidbits   u   do   pick   up   from   it.   like   morgan/a   blood   pledging   herself   to   nimue   after   like   5   minutes   and   dragging   her   bloody   thumb   across   nimue’s   lips

[nimwue]

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[nimwue]

𝙷𝙸𝙼 .

     ↳ @nimwue​​ liked for a starter

Pain was something that Lancelot was familiar with but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. The beating he had received from the guard where certainly worse than anything he could inflict upon himself. Still he had a mission, and that mission was sitting on the horse in front him tired and hungry. And very talkative. 

He isn’t sure how long they travel only that they stop rarely and not for longer. He lets his instincts guide them. To where he’s not sure.

Until the lake comes before him, waters lapping at the edge and for the first time in hours, days, Lancelot feels the bubbling feeling inside of him settle. There’s something about the spot, the water and its rough edges that draws him there. He dismounts with a grunt, telling squirrel to find wood for a fire as he tries to make his way to the edge.

Every step is a struggle and when he does get to the edge of the lake it’s on shaking knees, hands plunging into the icy lake. But the feeling doesn’t quite vanish. His nose tingles with a familiar scent, his heart at a rabbits pace as it beats inside his chest. He’s not sure what compels him to stumble into the water, it’s the same feeling he gets when he’s on a hunt. 

Like a bloodhound that’s caught the scent of its prey. It’s only when the water comes up to his chest that the Monk stops. Something bumps against him, solid but soft. Without hesitation he dives under. Bloody hands scrabble, pulling at whatever has drawn him away from the battlefield and to the lake. 

When he surfaces for air it’s with another body. Pain catches up with him and he knows the longer he treads the water the quicker they both will die. Getting to the shore is surprisingly easy but as soon as he does the Monk almost collapses. The feeling, the voices, the whisper of something finally goes. For the first time since Lancelot cut down his brothers he feels at peace. It’s quick lived however, as soon as squirrel comes tumbling through the bushes with a cry of “Nimue!” and all too sudden the Monk realises that the very thing that had drawn him to the lake is the very thing he had been set out to kill.

𝙸𝚃     𝚆𝙰𝚂     𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃,     𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶     𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳     𝙸𝙽     𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁.          starkly   peaceful,     compared   to   the   burning   rage   that   scorched   her   waking   moments.     time   flowed   differently,     frozen,     as   if   it   didn’t   matter,     or   maybe   that   was   the   chill   of   frigid   waters   seeped   into   her   bones.     or   maybe   it   was   because   she   was   dead.     was   she   dead ?     she   could   barely   feel   the   arrowheads   lodged   within   her   flesh.     a   poor   girl’s   hand   struck   true,     the   result   of   cruelly   dealt   cards.     it   didn’t   matter.     there   was   no   pain   here,     the   air   had   been   burnt   out   and   the   despairing   glimpses   of   her   cherished   friend   and   father   as   she   had   slipped   from   grasp   had   sunk,     swallowed   by   the   void.     did   they   chase   after   her ?     were   they   safe ?     the   blackness   did   not   let   her   wander   much   on   the   thought.     as   it   was,     she   felt   a   ripple   disturb   her   quiescent   state.     an   impatient   tug   at   her   core,     not   unlike   the   moments   she   felt   the   hidden   grappling   at   her.

𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷     𝚄𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈     𝙸𝚃     𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳,          growing   more   and   more   persistent,   aching.     vaguely,    nimue   wondered   if   this   is   what   torches   in   the   night   felt   like,     in   an   addled   way   that   wouldn’t   quite   make   sense   to   anyone   but   herself.     i   am   here,     they   always   seemed   to   say.     she   was   here.     she   could   start   to   feel   her   fingertips   again   as   it   grew   more   and   more   insistent,     rushing   to   a   peak,    and   away   washed   any   sense   of   tranquility   of   the   frozen   waters.     the   cold   burned,     she   felt   dizzy,     as   if   she   were   being   moved   without   moving.     every   shift   was   agonizing,     but   her   lungs   too   filled   to   cry   out.   the   edges   were   no   longer   black   but   swimming,     blue   and   grey   and   green   and   red   all   meshing   together   and   gods   her   head   was   going   to   explode   if   the   arrows   didn’t   set   her   aflame   first.

𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴     𝙾𝙵     𝚃𝙷𝙴     𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴     𝙰𝙽𝙳     𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙾     𝚃𝙷𝙴     𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙴          heaves   water   from   her,     nimue   gasping   and   choking   against   body’s   simultaneous   desire   to   purge   the   lake   from   her   and   replace   it   with   the   air   she’s   long   missed.   dimly   she   can   hear   a   voice,   a   cry   that   could   be   her   name   but   it’s   muffled   to   her.     she’s   on   land,     it   takes   her   a   moment   to   process   through   the   shudders   and   grateful   burning   in   her   chest.     she’s   alive.     someone   pulled   her   out.     she   realizes   the   tugging   from   before   is   gone,     as   if   sated   and   settled,   and   she   turns  to   look   at   grey   garb,     straight   into   weeping   eyes   and   her   heart   lodges   into   her   throat,     hands   pushing   weakly   at   the   wet   earth   beneath   her   to   get   away.     pulled   from   the   water   to   be   put   on   the   pyre,     she’d   laugh   if   fear   wasn’t   flooding   every   fiber   of   her   being.     gaze   snaps   to   the   side   and   catches   squirrel,     unharmed,     breathing,     alive.     she   had   been   so   worried   he   had   met   the   same   fate   as   gwain.   her   terror   turns,     rolls   dangerously   into   crashing   waves.    she’ll   hurl   the   tide   at   the   monk   if   she   has   to,     spend   what   strength   she   can   dredge   if   it   means   squirrel   can   get   away.     desperate   voice   splits   from   her   raw   throat,     scrambling   to   put   herself   between   him   and   death.          ❛     squirrel,   run !     ❜

[kimahri-deactivated20190927]

What’s it like to have a good father

[nowhites]

a what

[fairehst]

MERLIN      5.12      |      CURSED      1.01      PARALLELS

alternatively called merlin and nimue use magic to cheat at dice

[nimwue]

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[nimwue]

𝚋𝚊𝚖 - 𝚋𝚎𝚎.#7526

[nero-neptune]

“The hum of the Hidden swelled in her belly and behind her ear. She touched her cheek to make sure the Fingers of Airimid were not growing.”

Cursed by Thomas Wheeler

[nimwue]

@slipperfaith​​​​          𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 !

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚃𝙷     𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚂     𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙳     𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙸𝙳𝚂,          settles   the   never   ending   instinct   to   run,     or   bare   the   fangs   men   are   so   sure   lay   behind   the   rubied   curl   of   her   lips.     and   her   feral   fingers   that   could   never   know   to   be   gentle   for   gentle   is   not   the   nature   of   demons,     they   surely   could   never   curl   so   affectionately   around   one’s   arm   as   she   does   to   ella’s.     they   could   never   believe   the   glimmer   of   sun   shone   in   crinkling   eyes,     nor   the   honeyed   tone   of   affection   for   the   sincerity   it   offers.     yet   ella                     ella   would,     by   all   the   kindness   she   has   offered.          ❛     we   could   use   more   friends   like   you.     if   even   half   the   world   had   your   heart,     we’d   sit   in   peace   far   easier   than   now.     ❜

[nimwue]

@bardbattled​​​          𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 !

𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽     𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴,     𝙹𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙰𝙻     𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂     𝙸𝙽     𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈,          elsie’s   playing,     accompanied   by   gilded   voice   from   days   ago   echoed,     still   lingered   over   her   spirits.     it   had   struck   her,     that   she’d   not   heard   such   cheer   in   what   seemed   like   so   long.     a   much   needed   and   many   welcomed   change   of   dance.     sky   gaze   stretches   over   the   flickering   flames,     seeks   past   it   for   the   songstress   who   sits   unusually   somber.          ❛     coin   for   your   thoughts ?   though   unfortunately,     we   don’t   have   any   coin   at   the   moment,     so   you’ll   have   to   settle   for   some   leaves   and   some   rock   instead.     ❜          an   attempt   to   strike   humor   through   solemn   features,    to   see   the   edges   of   sun   dance   once   again   in   her   eyes.

[nimwue]

STARTER     CALL     TIME     !