#sleihbeggey

[mementobellum-blog]

"Let the moonlight keep me from the darkness."

“And the stars be my guide.”

[mementobellum-blog]

⌛

If your muse experienced the same 24 hours over and over again, how would they react? | x

At first, miffed. But as the cycle repeats itself and his every action loses complete meaning, he would isolate himself from all the too-familiar faces and spend time on his own craft in order to protect his fragile psyche. Takumi can’t handle the idea of the people he loves forgetting him.

And when someone does the same things over and over again, well, you stop seeing them as people. They’re talking statues trapped in time. He would grow disgusted.

[ariettarp-blog]

[I'm very sorry to ask, but I was wondering if it'd be permissible to rework Chise's glade?]

Of course! You’re always free to edit them after acceptance. If you’d like, you can resubmit the glade for review, but it’s not necessary. 

[dancing-duelist-blog]

@sleihbeggey:

He first notices the tickling sensation in hair, behind his ear. He essentially smacked the poor thing out of place, knocking it to the ground.

A fairy.

She's dressed all in blue, clothing that seems to be made from navy rose petals stitched together. Glossy, gossamer wings sprout from her back and she flutters them nervously as she wrings her hands behind her back, crossing bare, dainty feet together. Her hair, he notes, is the same gray as his own - difference being it's straighter than his own and falls to her tiny waist. A pair of pointed ears prod through the sleek curtain.

"I'm so so sorry! Are you okay?"

The sound of bells answered him and he doesn't question how he can understand it.

"Oh? You're supposed to be my messenger?"

Tinkle, tink.

"Oooohhh. Well, I'm doubly sorry then, milady. You're welcome to hide in my hair whenever you like." She's barely larger than his hand, the fairy-girl. She could ride around on his shoulder and he wouldn't even feel her.

Though, something seems to have grabbed her attention and she's flitting off like a blue-white dart.

"Eh? Did I say something? Come baaack!" He gives chase. By the time he stops, he sees his fairy-messenger hovering around a young, red-haired girl.

"Ah, hello miss! I'm sorry! She just flew away from me!" Maybe this female doesn't like him either - how tragic.

[fatebled]

ASK BOX TRICK-OR-TREAT // @sleihbeggey

a soundtrack dedicated to a magus learning to love the life she is given.

DEMONS // BRIKA

& MAMA ALWAYS SAID / “NO ONE’S REALLY GONNA CARE FOR YOU IN THE OUTSIDE WORLD.” / THERE ARE BIG BEASTS & FULL OF LIES / YOU BETTER KEEP TO YOURSELF & STAY REAL QUIET / IN THE OUTSIDE WORLD.

THROW IT AWAY // KINA GRANNIS

TAKE YOUR HEART & BREAK IT NOW / YOU’RE THE ONE WHO MAKES IT COUNT / YOU DON’T WANT THIS ANY HOW / YOU’VE GOT TO GET THIS OUT / LET THE FIRE OUTSIDE YOURSELF

IMAGINATION FOREST (COVER) // LIZZ ROBINETT

FINDING ME COWERING, COVERING MY EYES / THE PERSON WAS SURPRISED / “IF I LOOK YOU IN THE EYE, YOU’LL TURN TO STONE” / I SAID, BUT THEY JUST SMILED / “I’VE BEEN LIVING AFRAID AS WELL / AFRAID I’D TURN INTO STONE / BUT WOULDN’T THE WORLD BE SO MUCH BETTER / WITHOUT THAT FEAR?”

UNBOUND // CATHEDRALS

OH THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE THAT STIRS WHEN I SEE YOU / I’LL WATCH AS EVERY THREAD UNDOES ITSELF / & WHEN YOU COME AROUND / I’LL NURSE YOU BACK TO PIECES

ADONIS (COVER) // UNA

WHEN DID TIME PASS BY SO FAST ? / I DID KNOW IT’D BE THIS WAY, THOUGH / BUT IF WISHES DID COME TRUE / THEN I’D WISH TO BE FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE / I SHALL NO LONGER BE AFRAID / OF THAT ONE SINGLE PIECE OF HAPPINESS

DEATH // MADE IN HEIGHTS

NOW I COMPREHEND THAT DEATH IS NOT THE END / & THE WORLD WE DESTROYED WASN’T REAL ENOUGH TO LIVE IN / BUT I’M ALIVE, YES I’M ALIVE / I CAN FEEL IT RUNNING UP & DOWN MY SPINE

RIGHT WHERE I SHOULD BE // US THE DUO

I USED TO BE AFRAID OF FAILURE / OH BUT EVERY TIME I’M FAILING / SOMETHING GREAT’S ABOUT TO FOLLOW / & SUDDENLY I’M SOMEWHERE THAT I SHOULDN’T BE / BUT I AM RIGHT WHERE I SHOULD BE / I AM RIGHT WHERE I SHOULD BE.

[mirajane-alegria-blog]

@sleihbeggey:

The sensation of flying is indescribable for anyone who's never experienced it. There's a twist in your stomach that's part elation and part trepidation. Humans weren't naturally meant to fly, after all. There was always the sensation of 'what if'. You could fall. You could crash. Something could come at you.

It's still all very thrilling, however, and you tend to forget the nerves sooner rather than later.

Then, of course, there's the typical and oft-described wind in your hair and under your wings, elevating you, the sound of it rushing in your ears and ripping at your clothes.

Aside from all of that, there's this feeling of...other, a feeling that truly couldn't be put into words.

Another flip in the air and Mira landed, stretching herself out. The figure of the normally petite woman was currently housed within the body of her favorite demon, the first she had ever taken over: her signature Satan Soul form.

Wings and clawed hands reached for the sky as her tail flicked behind her. Then, all at once, she collapsed in on herself, the demon fading from her body like smoke shorn away in a breeze.

A soft sigh escapes her lips. "The skies are so pleasant here," she says to herself.

[quixoticspear-blog]

@sleihbeggey

It was nice to have the extra sunlight shining down on her. She took the moment to rest in the grass of the open field and closed her eyes to the blinding ball of light above her. She had suspected that she had been close to someone earlier as the forest had started to heat up to something she simply couldn’t stand. The retainer gripped the grass between her fingers as she started to cool down. 

     “I can’t believe I lost him...”

A sound of rustling grass startled her and she quickly swung her leg around to stand in a crouching stance with her naginata in hand. She faced the direction of the sound and saw a young girl. Oboro’s posture straightened.

    “You! Who are you?”

[xingxiridis-blog]

@sleihbeggey

【 .:*:・'゜ ☆  】 —— ;; 

At a local coffee shop, the petite girl was so busy listening to her music through earbuds, that she had NO IDEA if the barista even called her name or not. Nonetheless, she reaches for a foam cup on the counter, only stopping when she sees ANOTHER girl reaching in the same direction. 

                                   “Oh! Sorry, I wasn’t paying                                     attention. Was that YOURS?” 

The writing on the cup was practically illegible. That doesn’t help.