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[bruisoie-blog]

are you.... kin with me

          ‘    kin???    ’     there’s  a  brief  pause,   a  moment’s  thoughts  as  a  hand  reaches  to  grasp  his  chin...   that  meant  family,   right?   to  his  understanding,   his  only  living  blood-related  family  was  his  mother,   while  the  other  parts  would  be  vaguely  filled  in  by  his  father’s  co-workers...   this  individual’s  face  wasn’t  familiar  in  the  slightest,   aside  from  the  vague  resemblance  to  his  own  self.   wait.   was  this  his  dad?   ...nah.   cassis  looked  a  lot  like  his  mother,   anyways.     ‘    nope.   don’t  think  so,   buddy.   if  i’m  thinkin’  the  right  kind  of  kin,   then  we  definitely  aren’t.   kinda  weird  how  we  look  a  lot  alike,  though...   it’s  like  you’re  me,   just  older  and  barely  taller.    ’

[salturia]

          vii. @magicasted

      WHY IS HE HERE? The choking aroma of fresh bouquets forfeits his presence. It was distinctive; kin to century-old memoirs that only the faded depths of her conscious could muster. It tempted her submissive hostility to engage in sudden introductions, but she refrained. The shadow of his frame perched at last a meter behind her, the profile of his hair haphazard like a nest of butterflies before the sunset cement. Death did them ‘part long ago, but she wonders what wicked wizardry brought him here, now. The Throne of Heroes discriminated against none, but his purpose here held no merit. Masters do not exist here.

      “Do not step any closer,” she starts with muted menace, “--with the assumption that I will be as cordial to you as I have. If you are to approach me, understand that my sentiments for you are as ancient as those times. Should you proceed without caution,” 

    “--I will have your throat.” 

[stoletreasure-blog]

@magicasted

❝ HM ? Oh, I didn’t realize someone else was out here. ❞

Closing his palm to extinguish the small fire, he would turn to face Merlin. Despite being more proficient with a sword or dagger, he could also use fire magic. Not wanting to get rusty with his skills, he decided to go practice in a secluded and empty park. Well, not entirely empty it seemed. He wasn’t sure what the other was doing in the park, but he supposed he could be asked the very same thing. Whatever, so long as Merlin didn’t bother him too much, he didn’t care.

[greatinu]

❝ Well they picked the wrong witch, and the wrong woman. ❞ | @magicasted from *   salem    sentence    starters, accepting !!

A CONFIDENCE THAT rivaled the imperious demon. confidence with backing, confidence of a disillusioned mind, it would come to light. witches, conniving creatures. almost as shifty as a fox. yet more sinister, most filled with hate. something he once harbored, towards humankind as a whole.

flesh that blended among the common flocks of human but smell couldn’t be hidden. not with a keen nose such as his. old magic lingered on her, years beyond what she appeared to be. an experienced witch is what his nose told him. to tread carefully was something to consider. curses were no easy feat to break or escape.

“what became of them-- those that assumed otherwise of you?”

[revriie-a]

                                      INSISENT      questions     boggled     her    mind,     weary     towards     bills    &&    detaining     t  i  r  e  s  o  m  e     people     with     indreculous      rude      tantrums.     feet     waltzed     straight    towards      women’s      clothing      in     at     (  T)  arget.            ❛    i     really    WANT    this     sweater.   ❜                   @magicasted​

[sakuwaid]

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! | accepting | magicasted said: 🎰

Marni / Lolita

Yo / Lolita

Nino / Lolita

Morpho / Lolita 

Lucid / Lolita

[isolaradiale]

hello! i would like to drop caster (merlin) from fates series. this is his blog for easy unfollowing and he was housed in condo 444

Dropped for you!

--Mod Lyra

[4ourleafclover]

@magicasted liked for a starter

{🍀} Clover was cleaning up outside her cafe, as she tended to do in the mornings. The cherry petals were pretty, but they also needed to be swept- so that’s what she was doing, her espeon out of his pokeball and playing around with the petals that Clover missed. 

Her head turned at the sound of Effie making a curious mew- someone had approached, so it would seem. “Oh- sorry, we’re not open quite yet. Did you have a question, though?”