Hello, darlings. You may call me Apollonia, Mage, or Nymph.
Part time tumblr mage & fairy, full time irl kinky queer polytheist. Any pronouns are fine, I don't have much of a preference in any direction, but I do love to be called pretty. ♡
☆ Traveling mage serving multiple locales, currently between work and seeking a new tower near a lake or river to inhabit. ☆
This blog is a mixture of role play, aesthetic, and pagan devotional posts. There will be posts here that are not strictly safe for tumblr, including (usually but not always tagged) kink posts. The blog owner is 35 years of age. Use your best judgement when deciding to follow.
I'm open to RP with any and everyone over the age of 18; DMs and asks are always welcome. This character and my interest in knightblr is new, but my experience with RP is vast and storied. Generally, I tend to follow the lead of whoever I'm writing a scene with in terms of formatting and what sort of energy we're going for. This is mainly because I will write Way Too Much unless I am matching someone's energy.
I always love to chat about plots and whatnot with scene partners, so please don't feel afraid to approach me if you've got something particular in mind.
In terms of content, I am fairly unflappable and will try just about anything, but I do prefer to have a conversation about boundaries and expectations before writing any scenes of the particularly "not-safe-for-tumblr" variety, especially if the scene will include kink. I'm not going to list out every kink I do or don't enjoy — just ask. 💚
Apollonia is a water nymph who has developed a love for wandering, and enjoys visiting new bodies of water. They have a natural affinity for magic, and selling those skills to the rulers of lands they visit helps to fund their travels.
Now, the character.
This nymph has a preference for lakes, rivers, creeks, streams, brooks (the babbling kind), and hot springs. Think of Apollonia as a freshwater fish.
They are most likely to be found in a quiet corner reading books on the arcane, strolling a garden path, or lounging beside a lake somewhere.
It's always a delight to lie on the shore of a lake beneath the shade of a lovely tree in the summer, until some young knight comes along waving a piece of iron at me, ranting about undines and kelpies.
You poor thing, you must be addled by the heat. Are you feeling well? I fear you aren't thinking straight. Why don't you join me for a swim? Isn't it hot under all that armour?
