SOME WHO WANDER ARE LOST

all i ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my HEART. / ind. fantasy oc, written by marta.

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 perhaps you have noticed i was meant to return few days ago, but life happened, and also low inspiration, but i do wanna do things. so LIKE THIS POST FOR A SHORT LITTLE STARTER.

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HIATUS NOTICE FROM SEPTEMBER 19th TO SEPTEMBER 25th

life has been a bit hectic, however as some of you may know, starting tomorrow i’m going away for six days with my uni group. we’ll be deep into the mountains, i don’t even know if there is going to be wifi or service, and we will be doing projects and stuff. this whole entire trip, as inconvenient as it is since i’m still really sick, is mandatory for me to pass at all, so i gotta go and focus on that. i might be on IMs tho but that depends on the conditions and such, and if so, it will be probably on my merlin blog.

if not, see you guys in six days, and hopefully my life won’t be a series of unfortunate events anymore. bless you all, and stay safe!

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LIST OF MARTA’S BLOGS so, i haven’t been the most active on either of my blogs lately, and most of them saw no activity at all, but life has been doing things, i’ve had little time or head space for writing, or the muse was low, and i was also on vacation. now, the academic year is coming closer, but gods know i need something to keep my mind off of things, so this is my attempt to get my shit (and blogs) together. so, there you go.

MERLIN from bbc merlin

CHRIS HALLIWELL from charmed

INGRID fantasy oc

STEFANIA BRANSON the walking dead oc

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elesheir:

There was more warmth in her than the kiss of morning sun. Too simple, perhaps; yet, in those recent months now behind him, it was but this chasing of dark that granted him solace. “A fate,” Aragorn then humored in kind, “in which it and I are not unmet.” Yes, he – no, they – were dear friends to dreary wanderings. It must seem a sad life, true, as she talked like a soul unfettered, still thoughtfully would he protest, “Though you appear not one to be kept.” A free-spirit and a keeper of wild heart– Such beautiful verses could he wax from somber truths! In a way, it suited him, world-worn beside her and grip steady on the headstall. “I would dare not deny you,” he soon spoke graciously to her offer, “yet not eager am I to take all that you would spare.” Food? Rest? Time, maybe! Spare, with her, seemed too generous a word.

           Familiar fate was recognized between the cracks of features, or the worn out clothes, and it settled in a form of a smile. Light as it was, unabashed, and in a way capable. There was kindness in her face, but at the same time a warning was carried, but Ingrid herself wasn’t yet sure what it meant.  ❛  It is leagues away from people  ——  a job that requires travel does not bode well for company, I am afraid, and you seem to need it for now too. Do not fret about keeping me, sugar, I am inviting you to do so.  ❜  There’s a gesture, one that follows her words and points at a fire. She straightens her clothes first, and a cloth is then picked up so she can wipe it off her hands, before following herself.  ❛  Do join me, and worry not  ——  there is stew I was to heat up over fire, some apples and plums too. It is nothing quite special, but it can kill the hunger.  ❜

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 so, i’ve barely been on this blog lately, i’ve already explained why, but i miss and love my daughter, and i would like to start fresh again. i do need to actually properly write down my verses, but  LIKE THIS POST FOR A LITTLE THING to start anew. lengths and stuff will vary.

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           ❛  You ought to let me braid your hair, sugar.  ❜  There’s a little smile on her face, but overall it’s clear Ingrid means it as she turns to face Gisela.  ❛  I barely ever get to do it for others, and I’m exceptional. All that travelling, you do pick up a thing or two. I could braid your hair like a princess, or a warrior maiden, if you’d like me to.  ❜ 

 @nxtawitch  /  sc.

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 what would be wild is ingrid actually having friends. like, it’s not that easy since ingrid has a plethora of issues, and never has been a part of anything really, or been loved / loved at all, but like.......... wow, what a concept.

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           ❛  You should be happy to know it probably won’t leave that big of a scar, sugar  ——  but you ought to be more careful. I can’t say I care much about titles, but are you not the king? I would think the king would gamble less with his own life.  ❜

 @etfuturus​  /  sc.

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i’m going to have to think about some of my specific verses for specific fandoms, but i’m having the worst sneeze fest ever, tonight is not the night.

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           ❛  To be fair, sneaking about if you don’t intend to attack someone isn’t always a good idea, sugar. Not when there is usually barely anyone in these parts of the woods. Believe it or not, I could have killed you.  ❜  

  @koranatos​  /  sc.

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 i’m still not over the fact some of that grass is taller than her.

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           ❛  That pained look on your face makes it seem like someone has shot your most loyal of dogs, sugar.  ❜  It’s a simple observation, nothing else, and she needs not to know her long to recognise it with ease, as it’s intense enough to push back the real reason for Ingrid to seek out Sidri’s presence.  ❛  I can’t say I’m the best there is at this whole business, but if you care to share, I shall listen, or perhaps I should whip someone by their ears? I’m quite good at that, if you ask, I used to take care of children.  ❜

 @asteeledheart  /  sc.

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           ❛  Now, sugar, you either think too much, or not enough. Where does liking nice things stop anyone from plunging a knife into someone’s skull if they put their mind to it?  ❜

open.

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Iseult | The Last Kingdom 1x07

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 so, i’ve barely been on this blog lately, i’ve already explained why, but i miss and love my daughter, and i would like to start fresh again. i do need to actually properly write down my verses, but  LIKE THIS POST FOR A LITTLE THING to start anew. lengths and stuff will vary.