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[fatestricken]

                                        ❛   can’t   forget   about   it   ,   can’t   go   on   without   it   ...   ❜

@melodicwitchlight​    (    for   abigail   hobbs   !    )    //    lyric   sc .

[cupcakesmuses]

[ cont from here with @melodicwitchlight​ ]

“Well, technically I didn’t breathe while I was a Centurion. Plastic, remember?” Rory joked, but obviously Amy had done the trick, gotten him out of his low mood. It was a difficult thing, being the in the profession he was in, being the person he was who always wanted to help, to fix things, to heal people and lead the life they did. When that wasn’t always an option. When trips to the past and saving just one person had to be enough. It was a far cry better than being the Centurion, apart from having Amy at his side, when he sometimes had no choice but to hurt people.

He smiled at his wife, kissing her gratefully, pulling himself out of another wandering too far in the back of his brain. “Thank you. You’re a big help to me, too, you know.”

[kingalfrcd]

Post is under the cut due to it being kind of long!

Hello fellow mutual,

Would you like free traditional coloured art by me? :) if so, you can fill however much/little you want in fields and please answer at your own gentle pace. <3

Username: kingalfrcd

Mun name: Allison

Subject (max two): Alfred x Uhtred, Alfred as the king of Wessex

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Thank you SO MUCH!!! You’re so sweet! ❤️ @melodicwitchlight

[fatestricken]

@melodicwitchlight​   asked    :    ✐   from   desaevio   to   athelstan   reincarnation    (    can   fit   any   timeline    )    please   ?     :)

random   sentence   starters . status    :    accepting .

                                        ❛   the  world   is   a   battle   for   attention   ,   a   war   to   be   heard .   ❜

[ladybebbanburg]

“  The truth of a person lies not in the land of their birth but in their heart. ” with Aethelflaed & Athelstan feat @melodicwitchlight​

⌜—           She stood with her back turned, looking at one of the greatest relics of Wessex. She was aware that many people came from both Wessex, Mercia and elsewhere for her wedding but hearing those words surprised her, made her turn to look at someone she had barely seen but they had never spoken. "Thank you, I needed to hear that. I know this wedding is the best thing for everyone" she expressed with a smile, she wished it was in such a way.              ⸥

[realmofthegods]

[ BANDAGE ]  for your muse to provide my muse with first - aid (athena - genderbend athelstan to skadi. maybe she reincarnation time travel back to skadi’s timeline of your preference & she patches up skadi’s wound from some battle?)

Skaðis jaw was clenched as this Midgardian decided to help "heal" her wounds. She didn't like accepting help from anyone. She was a lone wolf and liked to keep it that way but of course this mortal had to find her as she was picking out the splitters from the wood that impaled her.

Her wolves were sitting around, glaring at the young women, watching making sure that she wouldn't hurt their leader. "Why are you so far up the mountains at this time of year, it is not safe for your kind."

[bestofthem]

👀 Do the mun and you get along? // 🎨 What are the mun’s hobbies? // 🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world? // 🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could?

[𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊]:  Muse talking about the mun [𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒]: accepting [𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: @melodicwitchlight​

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

❝I get along with everyone that is not a miserable asshole, and at the very least, she is not that. She seems to like overanalysing things, however, especially when it comes to me...and honestly, I am not into that. Which she also doesn’t seem to like.❞

🎨 What are the mun’s hobbies?

❝Boring things, such as reading her book, writing, watching tv-shows & movies...And only one thing we have in common: swimming. Although I am not sure if that is considered a hobby.❞

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world?

❝She probably would survive, but she would not be happy. Perhaps it also depends on the house she grew up in. If she was of a high position, she would not be happy since she would have to marry and be patient with idiot men making decisions.❞

🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could?

❝Hmm. I suppose we could explore a city. Even though we would have to take quiet breaks and be at the hotel by nine. As I said...she can be quite boring for me, but at least she is more entertaining than my brother.❞

[helreginn]

Though her expression was masked, not a wrinkle or frown visible on fair features, Hel’s frustration was clear. With her right hand, she took two fingers to her temple, rubbing small circles there. And with her left, she passed her fingers back and forth in the air over a small patch of dirt circled by grass. As she opened her fist toward flowers from a single stem bloomed with such vibrance the reflection of their violet petals reflected faintly against her pallid skin. When she curled her fingers back, the plant withered, days of decay happening in but a second.

Entranced by thought, Hel didn’t seem aware of her actions. Or at the very least she didn’t need to visually watch her hand’s movements. She stared aimlessly at the distance, the world around her a blur she didn’t really take in. 

Her absentmindedness was not as encompassing as it appeared from an outward perspective, however. She heard the footsteps in the grass long before she saw the figure in her peripherals. 

“Tread careful,” she cautioned, fingers still moving as they had been, “The grass is not as solid as it seems.”