#winterstark

[im-tops-bottom]

Bucky asking Tony to the prom:

[witchwretch]

☽    i’m not a good person .

libby  makes  a  living  off  deceit,    else  she  would  be  on  the  streets.    her  potions,    those  bottled  charms  and  elixirs,    are  full  of  true  healing,    certainly  certainly,    but  they  make  promises  of  riches  and  fortune  that  they  cannot  guarantee–  you  see,    magic  is  intent.    seek  out  a  witch,    ask  for  fame,    and  she  may  give  you  what  you  desire,    but  there  is  always  a  price  if  such  desires  are  not  naturally  found  out.    libby  cuts  corners  because  she  is  the  only  fae  afforded  this  gift;    still,    their  magic  is  binding  as  any  other.    fight  not  your  own  fight,    live  in  half  victories.

it  is  rather  early  yet;    the  stalls  of  the  morning  market  still  come  together  slowly  for  the  celebration  of  the  equinox.    libby  scrawls  loopily  the  ingredients  of  various  teas  on  tiny  scraps  of  parchment  meant  to  be  tied  with  each  sachet,    and  behind  them  pearl  stuffs  vials  with  salt.    the  old  crow  hums  something  slightly  off  key.    ❝    if  you  think  me  decent,    my  lady,    i  must  insist  you  seek  guidance  for  that  weakened  vision.    ❞  the  fae  remains  hunched  over  her  work,    decidedly  disrespectful,    and  smiles  without  looking  at  @winterstark​.    ❝    i  cannot  help  with  morality.    but  shall  i  read  your  tea  leaves,    hm?    ❞

[wonedeus]

𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 ( ! ) :  atop her white steed,    her shoulders are covered with fur as black as hades,     the skin underneath still managing to bristle with goosebumps from the cold.      momentarily..... she feels the distance of her islands,     aches for the warmth of the summer winds.        she shivers underneath the fur;      O’ Hestia,     grant me a sliver of your warmth  ––  lest my body freezes here and now.        a hand reaches upwards towards her collar,   adjusts.      ahead of her horse,    ahead of her,     she watches as people clad in blues and greys enter into the town.      they carry crates and lead donkeys,    far - away ants in a prepared march.      when she reaches the town,    her gaze is filled with shades of night.        loud conversation becomes of the air.      syllables in various dialects,    too many languages,    fill the mid - autumn breeze...

the emissary - princess drops down from her horse.        reins in hand,    she steps onto the cobblestone,   taking care to lead her steed through the living crowd.       bits of conversation float by   [    It seems every year this town gets smaller .... Just wed my last – ! .... Ah, I can see some new faces this time ‘round ....   ]    as she moves towards a market stall,    peers at the merchandise set out.        gently,   she glances at the person  ( @winterstark ) besides her and huffs,    casual.      ❝    is it always so crowded here  ?    ❞

[eurenerhof]

Vegetarischer Feuertopf #eurenerhof #vegetarisch #veggie #winterstark #fleischlos #gesund #vitaminreich # erkältungskiller #restauranttrier #frischesgemüse #currytopf #restaurantgermany #kochtrier #mittagessen #abendessen https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpq6Ub7HhJu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1yij2wlyj2k7

[hazward-blog]

does anyone know the url of the girl wrote the mtt fanfic and omg i cant find it 

what is your url jc