#joyfulmagic

[gracies-dreams]

Jenny Miriam 🧡

[fiadhaichh]

for @joyfulmagic

It was the end of the world! It had to be!

Ardra's little booted feet hastily pattered against the stone floors of the castle she called home, whimpering as she went and holding her small hand carefully. She knew just who to go to for things like this!

She scurried along past curious castlegoers until she finally arrived at her destination of the tapestry room. It took a moment for the tiny princess to reach for the tall metal handle, and longer still in pulling open the heavy wooden door with a wee grunt.

"Gramma!" the brunette instantly hollered as she spied the queen working away in her chair by the hearth. She hurried to her side, cradling a tiny hand close to her chest as wide green eyes shone up at her with worry. "It-! It's bad! I... I dunno what t' do!"

[tcbefearless]

@joyfulmagic Illya & Amelia

"I didn't ask-!" Amelia shouted over the gunfire that was pelted toward the two. Hiding behind a car that was situated upon the now deserted street. Her gun in one hand as she reloaded, hazel eyes not even looking to the man beside her. She shot again, gently squeezing the trigger so her hand didn't shake, taking one of them out with a bullet to the shoulder. The intent wasn't the kill. "-for you to come along!" She finished her sentence.

Now Amelia was a good detective, her reputation preceded her just as her father's did. Consulting Detective, and also a very good agent alongside her uncle's division within MI6. Everyone knew Mycroft Holmes was practically the British Government. The young Holmes was stubborn, fiery and sometimes a little rude, yet the rudeness was made up for in intelligence. Small tattoos were etched upon her arms, the small scars across them also evident.

"Look, you can tell my uncle I can handle this myself. I don't need a bodyguard, and I certainly don't need an assistant" Pride. That was what it was. Although Mycroft was only looking out for his niece since the incident with James Moriarty and Sebastian Moran, the small slip up on their part where the daughter of probably the most famous detective had been taken, and virtually left for dead over top secret information. It was guilt that now kept Mycroft a constant eye on the brunette. "Now piss off and leave me alone, alright?"

[helreginn]

@joyfulmagic asked:

“So, you’re this Universe’s embodiment of Death?” Rio inquired, looking at Hel with curiosity.

"I.. Guess?" Hel blinked rapidly, entirely caught off guard. Not so much by the lack of greeting or sudden arrival. But rather by that which most people would not be able to glean. The familiarity this woman bore to her own self.

[rebelliousfamily]

@joyfulmagic gets a starter from Robin

"I'm just saying, people don't know true embarrassment until you've had my parents." Robin spoke and shrugged. "I love them but, they're ex hippies. They're Vegan so that's always awkward in a restaurant AND to top it all off when they're at home? Nudist." Robin shuddered slightly. It was a nightmare.

She knew her parents loved her and they'd never pushed any of their own beliefs onto Robin.

[hcrctic-rebranding]

they don't know how you've haunted me, so stunningly, i chose you and me.. religiously. guilty as sin? — taylor swift

for @joyfulmagic, this literally sums up their start, ily✨

[blackarrcw]

@joyfulmagic asked: [ COMFORT ]  sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind - Relta to hmm Guy @alwaysaqueene

He'd been lost in his thoughts when arms suddenly encircled him from behind. Picking up on a familiar scent the man in black simply leaned back into the hug a bit. It was all still a new feeling to Guy - that someone was offering to show him affections of some matter. His hands raising to caress those arms that had become so familiar to him. "How did it go?" Breaking the silence. That was what he was doing, poking inquisitively into the woman's mind. Anything Guy could do to keep his mind off of the thoughts that were becoming dangerous in his head.

He never wanted to fall back into those dark ways, the dark thoughts that threatened to overtake once again. He was happy - as happy as he could be, free from the chains that once had their grasp on him, clinging like a vice grip. A hum leaves the dark-haired man, head tilting as he takes to looking behind him.

[ladiesandwitches]

@joyfulmagic

She'd been to these type of things before; new age conventions and festivals. They were great for making some extra money, and people who came to these things loved a fortune teller. Palmistry, tarot, crystal ball; they were always eager to pay for a little glimpse into their future.

And Lilia had to admit that she did enjoy being among other people who had their own mystical shops; even if they weren't witches, nothing more than new age wiccans or the like, it still felt like being part of a community again. Something of a coven. Or maybe she was just fooling herself.

Lilia had just stepped outside for a little break, glancing around at the other stalls and tents when she felt the presence of the owner of the next stall beside her-- magical antiques by the look of it (that was asking for trouble)-- and as she looked at her, Lilia felt something...odd. Different. It was in the girl's blood, but she could alo see a life, experiences, going as far back as her own youth.

Lilia blinked, pulling herself out of the almost-trance of what she could see.

"You have divinity in you," she said matter-of-factly before she could stop herself.