#fierceds

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archive moodboard @fierceds

[wjsegirl]

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

[cnfucianism]

It is strange they should be blue,  Blue, when his soaked blood was red, For they grew around his head:  It is strange they should be blue.

[aaronminyardt]

been quite some time but friendly reminder that ur !! pretty !! fucking !! lit !! 💯💯

whoa thank uuu 💛💛

[derrickperegrine]

i literally just followed u and ur blog is so aesthetic wow bless !! my patronus is a heron lmao and i use this [🙃] emoji way too much lmao

hey thanks so much!!

ancestry: human | demigod | god | mythic creature | force of naturevices: pride | greed | lust | envy | gluttony | wrath | slothvirtues: prudence | justice | temperance | courage | faith | hope | charitystone: picture jasperplant: papyrus reedcharacter sketch: you were always expected to follow the path of your parent - serve the higher purpose of the universe, to mediate squabbles between gods and prevent the next apocalypse from growing out of an unresolved conflict. they picked you because you are your mother’s child, write just as beautiful as she does, and argue just as well as she does. therefore, they expect you to rise to her post of a godly lawyer, in short. however, you don’t want to spend your life cooped up in an office untying knots that you didn’t tie in the first place. but you know that gods hate taking no for an answer, so you must fight your way out. you steeled yourself and drew upon that fount of power deep within you - and you wrote. you wrote from the ancient power within you, you wrote from the depths of your soul, you wrote from the very essence of your being; and you wrote fortresses and weapons out of your words, you wrote magical beasts and monsters out of your sentences, and you wrote your own deliverance out of your paragraphs; you wrote doors out of pages, and you slipped out of your caged future. now you roam the earth, constantly fighting and escaping the gods who seek to imprison you once again, and recording everything you experience in the known universe, as far as your words can describe. you’re free now, but one day you must write your universe out of the apocalypse; and so far your personal credit with the gods is not looking too good.favours: clio, mary shelleymisfortune: julius caesarsong: i wrote my way out by nas, dave east, lin-manuel miranda, and aloe blacc (for the hamilton mixtape)

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[gastby]

🌷(omg this is just precious)

ahh you’re literally so sweet! thank you!

under the deathly

pale moon,

you wait with

open arms

and I rush;

a smile 

painted delicately on

my face.

for if I could

be granted

just one 

touch,

my heart 

would surely

r a c e.

send me a🌷 for a blog-based poem! (no more pls!)

[infaernal-archive-blog]

my name's lee !! [ur blog is just so beautiful wow]

well thank u for being so sweet & messaging me this bc your blog is incredible as well and i was missing out!!

dried lilies, the woods, sun showers, burning incense and smoke in the distance, narrowed eyes and sly smiles, nails so sharp they bite into your skin, fragile and brittle bones, gritting your teeth and enduring, fractured glass, leather rucksacks, a cigarette slipped between your lips, old, outworn coats

want one?