‘ The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them —- They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. ’
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‘ The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them —- They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. ’
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@bloodthrrsty liked for a short starter .
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 , blackened . no matter how she manipulated her fae magic , nature would not listen ; in a way , it made sense . she had no affinity to this land , after all . a heavy sigh left through her nostrils . never the less , her finger danced lazily through the air as arietta rest ‘pon her stomach , chin laid atop her forearm ---------- it was no use , and this land was beginning to make her feel weary .
@kinkou-led whispered : ‘ 💐 ‘ for your muse to give mine a bouquet
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 expectantly , as if she awaited something other than muted gratitude from the nin ; as if receiving a bouquet of various wild flowers was the gift of all gifts , bestowed unto him by the crowned fae herself ! . . . it was , was it not ? wide - eyed gaze blinks and her smile begins to pull back into a pout .
“ well , do you like it ? tell me you like it ! “
petaled limbs fold over her chest . it would not do to upset the nymph ----------- not that she would harm him by any means , no . . . but surely he would not want to deal with the repercussions of a snubbed fae either way . they were particularly c h i l d i s h to say the least .
finally got around to updating the headcanons on my hub , and also !
kitten > faerie or fae
me , looking through the elderwood ahri tag for new fan art & content :
helps u wash clothes
wow what a very helpful kongo
sorry for the absence !! i was busy the past week and a bit , but i’m back . ~
💘 Valentine’s Day Prompts! 💘
send me ‘ 💖 ‘ for your muse to ask mine out
send me ‘ 💖+ ‘ for my muse to ask yours out
send me ‘ 💍 ‘ for your muse to propose to mine
send me ‘ 💍+ ‘ for my muse to propose to yours
send me ‘ 😢 ‘ for your muse to breakup with mine
send me ‘ 😢+ ‘ for my muse to breakup with yours
send me ‘ 💋 ‘ for your muse to kiss mine on the lips
send m e ‘ 💋+ ‘ for my muse to kiss yours on the lips
send me ‘ 💐 ‘ for your muse to give mine a bouquet
send me ‘ 💐+ ‘ for my muse to give yours a bouquet
send me ‘ 💌 ‘ for my muse to write yours a love letter
send me ‘ 🧸 ‘ for your muse to give mine a stuffed toy
send me ‘ 🧸+ ‘ for my muse to give yours a stuffed toy
send me ‘ 🍫 ‘ for your muse to give mine a box of chocolate
send me ‘ 🍫+ ‘ for my muse to give yours a box of chocolate
send me ‘ 💛 ‘ for our muses to go on an expensive, fancy date
send me ‘ 🖤 ‘ for our muses to go on an inexpensive, simple date
send me ‘ 🕯️ ‘ for our muses to have a romantic, candlelit dinner at home
im going to be gone for a few days, spending a long weekend with my husband !! just a heads up ~
Rebecca Tamás, from Poems; “Witch,” originally published c. 2019
lady (madam) habin + shoe & leg shot.
a low grunt leaves him when she decides to make herself at home atop him. if one didn’t know any better they might mistake it for dissatisfaction. an easy mistake to make, the demeanor and mood of geralt of rivia was often hard to understand; especially given how often he scowled. however even as pink hair brushed against his bare chest, his attitude was closer to bemused than anything else as he looked at ahri. her familiar scent filled his nostrils with an intake of breath and geralt find himself at ease as if he were enjoying a warm bath. “comfortable?” he finally questioned, his voice gruff but not unfriendly. his eyebrows raised as he waited for an answer but the way she seemed to unwind in his lap was truly answer enough.
@nympheu sent: seats herself in his lap, leaning back against his chest and thoroughly making herself comfortable . he was big , and warm , and the perfect spot for a nap . ~
SHORT starter call !! capped at 5 !
elderwood ahri
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In the alley she loiters, her own tattered cloak shielding the top half of her honeyed features from the newcomer as her head turns (though her long hair was bursting from out of the hood). Her hands pull taut a roll of worn parchment, bearing sketches over a single land mass. Outside was an easier place to figure out where the Exile wants to go next without the rattle of beer glasses making her head split in two.
What a waste, she thinks as she pours over the map, the alcohol was mediocre and the men too slovenly to enjoy.
A disgruntled groan — and the subsequent greeting —rips her from her thoughts. Her head jerks up towards the intrusion, amber irises darting over the hunched figure as she presses herself into the wall.
Beneath the hood, Riven’s brows twitch and furrow. She couldn’t help but wonder who, and why.
“ …you look ill.” She begins, “ I would think this alley a poor place for you to rest. “
“ 𝐘𝐄𝐒 , 𝐈 . . . 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 . “ ahri swiftly replies , quelling the stranger’s concerns , hopefully . honeyed hues flicker over her , noticing a sheet of parchment within grasp and a similar heavy cloak veiling most of her features--------- ahri wonders what reason she has for disguising herself , or why she held what appeared to be a hastily designed map .
eyes flutter close for a moment , followed with a sigh . the ache was beginning to subside . “ i just--- found myself in dire need of distance from that place . it’s . . . too loud . “ lips purse some .
the nymph knew what consequences may occur if she were to reveal her true self to a mortal ; from experience , they did not care for creatures they did not understand nor recognize . for this reason , ahri would very subtly shift digits ‘neath her sleeve , casting fae magic to hide her horns . once gone , she gently pulled back her hood to reveal a bundle of pink hair that would spill outwards and femme features , flush from the weakness that was beginning to ebb away . “ i would think this alley a poor place for you to . . . read that . you must not be from here . ”
near ahri’s church is a pond . it is covered with water lilies and surrounded by willow trees and apple blossoms , whose petals drift on top of the dark water . this is her mirror . quite literally , yes , but . . . it can also show you whatever you desire , or what she would have you think your future is . ahri infuses it with her fae magic and can manipulate the reflection to show images from your memory or things that will excite you , or intrigue you . of course she needs a piece of your soul to allow this--- as she needs access to your memories . the only thing is that it’s entirely a trick . ahri thinks it’s great fun , but everything in the mirror is of her own design ! she can play whatever she pleases .
tall wives tales talk of arrietta’s mirror ; it is deep within the elderwood , and if you only offer a piece of yourself to the nymph queen , she will show you your greatest desires or your greatest fears .
inkdtales:
GERALT STOPPED HIS PROGRESS WHEN THE FIGURE EMERGED INTO THE OPEN. despite his stoic expression there was no missing the way his eyes immediately roamed over the creature. contrary to what might be assumed however it was strictly to ascertain what he was dealing with. he had a wealth of knowledge in his head; mostly from having first hand experiences. but her, he was fairly certain he would have remembered a run in with her.
the way she spoke almost made her sound whimsical and geralt couldn’t stop himself from snorting at her question. “ i suppose that depends on who you ask ” he answered, his voice gruff as always. “ i’ve been called mutant, freak, but never bad. not that i can recall at least. ” oh he was certain there were those who cursed his name; whether it was from prejudice or a job not being completed how they wanted. but bad? that was a point of view.
yellow eyed-gaze stayed on her, briefly following the melodic sway of her tails. “ lost, huh? am i the first visitor you’ve made that offer to? ” he questioned, skepticism clear in his voice. her demeanor seemed innocent enough – or at least non-threatening. but in his experience following a stranger who made sweet promises was often a one-way ticket. he often headed his own intuition but that didn’t mean he wasn’t the least bit curious. “ that depends on where you plan to take me. ”
𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐗 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 , brows furrowing and lips pursing into a tight pout . “ of course you’re the first---------- ! “ she proclaims with confidence , as if it were true at all . gaze flickers away for a moment , peering at the ground . what an act ! her demeanor and expression played the part of offended and hurt all at once , if only to tease him . ahri looks back to him . “ mu--- tant ? “ suddenly , she is curious . another word she’s never heard before . . . head cants . “ what is that ? “ inquiry comes in an innocent lilt .
whilst he had intrigued her from the moment she’d laid eyes upon the man , ahri carried doubts on whether or not he was really different from others . until now . he was confident , carried himself with caution but not fear , and answered her swiftly-------- most would have been struck by her beauty by now , dead within her grasp . after all , they were boring & so weak ! simple men did not think before her . they would allow a demon to eat their heart out if she were pretty enough , ahri knew .
“ i’ll take you somewhere nice , if you tell me more about who you are . and . . . i am arittab’da------ please call me ahri . “
with a graceful flick of her wrist , the shrubbery and fauna around her parted like the red sea . it opened up to a path way lit with faerie lights , which she would begin to stroll down , before looking back to the stranger . “ are you coming ? you can trust me . ~ “ eyes very briefly flicker seafoam green . when ahri beckoned , really , what choice did anyone have ?