I'm just messing with ya. How about... Madrid?
Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.
Um... I don’t think there’s a word for what I am but if we’re talking about overall stuff, I’d go with “History/mythology/fantasy geek with a penchant for sharp pointy weapons and magic” or better yet, “Hobbit with an unhealthily wide Tookish streak who’s managed to convince the Big People to teach her just enough about weapons to get her into trouble.”
I love reading, writing, and drawing fantasy ( the-orator and ancalinar being two of my favorite muses for it), I love history, it’s like opening one looong story book except it really happened which just makes it that much cooler! Mythology sort of connects and links the two. Fantasy is normally based off of some culture’s mythology and it shows the world view of the people who’s history you’re studying. Weapons and how to use them are fascinating, swordplay and archery being my favorites, but axes are growing on me. Hence why I’m learning to use them. And then magic, I’ve loved occult stuff my whole life, since mom told me stories about how Great Grandmother was “sensitive” and how the family is perpetually haunted (which I found to be true as I got older).
To come at it from another angle, imagine a smallish room lined bookshelves ranging from ASoIaF to the Tain, to Voodoo Queen by Ward, to hundred year old anatomy textbooks, to cheesy romance novels, all haphazardly stacked on the shelves till they look like they’ll collapse. On one wall is a stone fireplace, the low fire glowing softly with a modest altar on the mantle. Towards the front of the room is a set of well worn leather chairs with a small table between, and on it sits a forgotten mug of coffee, a vase of blue and purple flowers and a bookmarked demonology book, set aside for later. Behind the chairs, towards the back of the room is a large wooden desk, with small decorations but nothing too ornate. On it is scattered half scrawled pages from a dozen different stories and illustrations half finished. A broken leather gauntlet sits on top, waiting for repairs. To the left is a window, and from it you can see a well tended garden and a yard with a big tree. There’s a couple wooden swords leaning against it (the real ones hung up on the library’s walls) and one looks to be sized for a child. Beyond the yard are fields that seem to go on and on, and the setting sun lies beyond. The room smells of a bit of smoke from the hearth and of the earth from the garden outside the widow, and faintly of the scent of flowers just starting to bloom in the vase.
Aaand I just word vomited all over this ask, sorry. Idk if this is what you wanted but here.
