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This is the haven for those who are lost from the light and hide from their greatest fears. Those who have no place left to go, who have fallen out of the stars' favor. This is the home of those that have nothing left. ((this is oc, multi-muse account. All muses had protential to be triggering. I am +18, therefore there will be nsfw here, but will be tagged as such. so be forewarned on that.))

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

svchasimp​:

❝   i should’ve never taken you along in the first place, i knew it was a mistake   ❞ 

“What did I do?”

[hoteldicbloarchive]

muse: tara. ( read more about her here ! ) open to: m/f/nb. connections ideas: an old bad influence that tara used to hang around before getting her shit together. they could’ve dated at one point, been friends with benefits, really anything goes ! while tara went on to become a cop, this person remained on the same troublesome path and they’re now possibly involved with something even more dangerous than their teen antics, depending on what works best for your muse ! based on: after having little to no contact in recent years, your muse decides to appear out of the blue and pay tara a visit. perhaps it’s an attempt to reconnect or ask her a favor, or maybe she’s unknowingly been sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong when it comes to your muse’s illegal activities.

mossy hues reflected confusion and shock, tara’s jaw nearly hitting the floor as she attempted to string her words together into some sort of sentence, but not a sound would come out. this wasn’t what she’d been anticipating when an unexpected knock at the door ripped her away from the comfort of her couch. plenty of ideas as to who was waiting behind the block of wood sprung forth, but not once did their name come to mind. she almost looked as if she’d seen a ghost, eyes wide and her face sheet white. she cleared her throat and tried once again to speak, her fingers still curled tightly around the doorknob. “what the hell are you doin’ here ?” finally, her voice reemerged. her tone was riddled with disbelief, the redhead staring up at them as if she doubted their existence entirely; like they were a figment from a long lost dream. “how’d you… how’d you even find me ?” she wasn’t sure if she should be impressed or terrified, her gaze momentarily drifting to the open space beyond them, checking the mostly empty street before flickering back to the form standing before her. “i’m guessin’ whatever you’re here for, it can’t be anything good.”

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

The moment Fae had knocked on the door, she regretted it, feeling like she was running with her tail between her legs. Simply finding where Mossy was was hard enough, having little else to go off of aside from someone bringing up that they’d seen her around. God, how long had it even been? Years, she knew. From what she’d heard, her old friend had actually managed to clean up her act, which was more then Fae could say for herself as she stood there in ratty looking clothes, frail and chewing on her chapped lips as she waited for the door to open.

Mossy looked at her like she’d just risen from the dead... which was nearly how she felt. There had been a time when Fae had tried to get better, tried to pull herself together, but she just stumbled into an even deeper hole. Fae’s nervous, pale eyes kept looking around herself as Mossy questioned what she was even doing there; not that Fae really knew either, “I just... I just need a place to stay for the night...” she spoke softly, unwilling to even make eye contact with the other.

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

witch-of-annwn‌:

The ethical nature of Emelia’s offer was still questionable but seeing Llyan’s pain and grief so plainly on the sprite’s youthful face tugged at a part of Emelia’s heart that had always remained soft and open to the suffering of children, particularly young girls (or young looking ones). This was what had convinced Emelia to bring Llyan in from the cold in the first place. This was what had convinced Emelia to take in and support dozens of young ones over the years. Emelia had a habit of collecting strays and taking care of them, until they didn’t need her anymore. 

A spell to forget may not be the most healthy way to deal with Llyan’s problems, but of all Emelia’s many sins, this she would bear happily if it would help to ease Llyan’s pain. 

Emelia nodded in response to Llyan’s request. She resisted the urge to wrap the sprite up in the tightest hug. 

“It will take me some time, as I said.” Emelia continued. “But I can do that for you…” 

The time to prepare the spell at the very least would give Llyan time to calm down, and time to think more clearly. 

The grief of losing Mary Llyr was still fresh, and Llyan may not be thinking clearly, yes. Time was what she needed, and if at the end Llyan still wanted to forget, then Emelia would give that to her… 

Llyan nodded desperately. Perhaps the few days to fully process the loss and her grief would do her well to get back into her right mind and think over the repercussions of going through with such a spell. The loss of the memory of her family, would put her straight back into where ever she’d been just before she was caught. How scary and infuriating it would be to once more discover herself in a human body and to not know why. At least now she knew it had been in sacrifice for her mistress. The amulet around her neck would mean nothing to her, nor its history. Perhaps even in her right mind she would consider if Emeila would even be safe around her, or if in a fit of rage or confusion, Llyan might try to hurt her or even kill her. 

What would that matter though to her after the spell? One could only hope she’d see rightly in the morning. 

“I just want to stop hurting...” she muttered in a broken whisper, “Why does it have to hurt so badly? I’d rather lay on a bed of iron then keep feeling this.”  

[servingliesarch]

        ❛  Oh,  come on,  what would someone like me know about witchcraft?  ❜

OPEN.

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

The cursed fae narrowed her eyes a bit suspiciously, looking the man up and down for a moment, “Because you wreak of it.”

[cordeliacvrstairs]

the land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

[thewitchofthewoodlands-deactiva]

People rarely ventured very far into the forest. Perhaps this person was lost, as had been the last few people who had managed to stumble across her over the years. The witch slowly approached the stranger, her bare feet moving soundlessly across the earth. “Hello. Are you lost? I can help you find your way back.”

The sun was setting; the air was growing colder.  Wandering the forest at night wasn’t the best idea, especially if one wasn’t familiar with it.

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

Llyan was lost on more levels then one as she wandered through the woods. The tamed, cursed sprite was unsure of what to do with herself anymore after the loss of her mistress, and the grief of it all consumed her. Her mistress had been everything she held dear to herself for decades, and now the woman was gone. 

Lost in her own mind, she hardly noticed the sense of magic and power until it was right behind her and a woman’s voice spoke. Llyan turned to the voice, grey hues sweeping over the figure. There was hesitation before she spoke, “I am... but I am afraid there is no way back.” she explained softly. She wondered if the woman knew what she was; a sprite that had been cursed to appear as no more then a human girl for nearly 60 years.

[rp-meme-central]

Send “Hey, little one” for a starter where my muse is a child, wandering lost and alone

[arielsprincessmelody-deactivate]

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[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

arielsprincessmelody:

Melody edged away slightly as the locket glowed again. “You do not know me, I am not what you think as I am too not all human. But human or not we shouldn’t judge purely on we what see, therefore, I am not the only ‘silly’ one as you say.” The queen was obviously referring to the fact she was a mermaid with powers from the earth and if she targeted her now it would be an ill, uninformed, choice. “I would think twice before you make threats as I am not as you say, a ‘human queen.”

“Human enough, you’re all the same. Part human is good enough as all human. No true place amongst magic and no real place amongst human. What a terrible pity.” of course, Llyan also lived in the limbo as well. Part of her anger stemmed from the curse placed on her that kept her from her own kind, and separated her from humans, “You cannot scare me, child. Whatever halfling magic you have worries me naught.”

[arielsprincessmelody-deactivate]

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[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

arielsprincessmelody:

As the queen approached the girl Melody’s locket glowed to tell her, this girl too had magic though she couldn’t fail to see the glow from her eyes. She didn’t appear much of a threat but, Melody knew better than to go off first impressions so, for now, she proceeded with as much neutral precaution as she could. Melody could see the look of loss that she knew all too well, therefore whatever her wrong doings it was her reaction to whatever or whomever she’d lost.

Melody slowly jumped down from her horse and walked towards the young girl, hand gently resting on her sword as if for a crutch. “I’m Melody. You seem upset I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it but, sometimes it’s better to talk to somebody you don’t know with no prior judgements and all.”

Distrusting eyes watched the woman carefully, the girl’s whole, tiny form tense as she was approached, “Humans are such silly creatures.” the child muttered, “Silly and naive.” her tone was cold, hateful even. Of course, her anger wasn’t truly geared at the woman, though that didn’t mean she wouldn’t take it out on her if provoked.

“Even you royal humans who are suppose to be wise and intelligent. You’re proving it right now.” her brow furrowed, eyes falling to the strange necklace as she turned a bit more to face the young Queen. Magic ebbed from it, she could sense it, “You do not even know what I am, and yet you dare try to come close to me. If you are wise, silly Queen, and prefer your skin still attached to your bones, you will keep away. I do no care if you judge me, I do not care about silly human titles and I do not care to allow you the inkling of a notion that I need anything from you.” the Fae creature hissed, though she almost curled into herself, as though afraid to even consider the aid of another human. She could not even bare to think of it, because should she find herself close to a human again, the pain would eventually come once more when they left her behind.

[arielsprincessmelody-deactivate]

Open

“Halt! I am the queen and do not take kindly to people attacking my people.”

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

Llyan paused where she was on the road, turning her head slightly to peer at the rider around the hood of her dark cloak. The child’s normally soft grey eyes glowed dimly red. In spite of appearing human, the girl’s true form was that of a sprite, cursed to appear as a girl hardly older then fifteen. Once, the creature had been tamed, but with the recent passing of her beloved mistress, she’d gone rogue in grief, and the natural short temper of a sprite had returned. 

This time about, it had been a small group of men who had stoked her anger, and she felt no remorse leaving them in the condition she had, “What care do I have for a queen anymore?” she muttered, eyes narrowed.

[whimsygardens-archives]

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[shewhowalkedtheearth]

ancientofaeons:

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[angstmemes]

Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

[lespcir]

✰ º * Based on this, open to m/f/nb * º ✰

Kinsley was 16 when she got pregnant. She was dumb, and in love, and got pregnant the first time she’d had sex, and when she told the boy she loved so much, he didn’t feel the same anymore. He’d told her he’d only dated her as a dare, to date the imfamous mob boss’ daughter and get her to have sex with him. He had no interest in raising a baby with her, and after her older brother scared that boy out of town, she went through with it. It was hard, and finishing school as a new mom wasn’t easy, but she did that too. Now, all those years later, she was finally starting to date again. She hadn’t done much with herself, she was still working at the family diner, and she was a mother, and for the longest time she was still heartbroken. Until now, when she started dating again. Like her, someone who had a bad reputation, someone who everyone warned her to stay away from. But that someone had been great with her daughter, and they were great with her. She was falling in love, and she was happy that her daughter was happy too. “Hey,” Kinsley said quietly as her lover finished tucking the little one into bed. “Thank you for getting her to sleep.”

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

This was the last position anyone thought they’d see Jinx in. Not her, nor her friend circle could have ever predicted it. And yet there she was, letting herself fall in love with a woman and her daughter. Hell, she was putting the child to bed, reading stories and kissing her goodnight. Before all of this, Jinx would have sworn up and down that she hated kids... this one was cool though, and her mother was everything she thought she didn’t deserve.

The pink haired girl glanced up at Kinsley before getting up to let the woman finish tucking the child into bed, “No prob. She was out like a light before I knew it.”

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

witch-of-annwn:

Llyan’s question startled Emelia, though it was not the question itself but the blankness of the voice that asked it. One so young, or at least, one that appeared so young should not have a voice so void of all emotion. It was immensely disconcerting. 

Emelia watched Llyan’s face begin to twist with grief and rage, she listened to the sprite’s words and heard the echos of sentiments that Emelia had voiced once herself, so long ago. Sentiments that had led her to destroy a kingdom and a nation in order to see that grief taken out upon those she had deemed it’s instigators. 

Emelia had learned so much since those black days, things that had eventually led her towards making peace with herself and the world, things that she felt it her duty to pass on now. Things to help Llyan adjust to the circumstances and this new world she found herself in. 

But Emelia had also grown as a practitioner of magic in those thousand years or so since similar thoughts had sifted through her own brain. Emelia had traveled, and studied in the years since at some of the greatest learning institutions of magic that the world had ever produced. And Emelia had honed her talents and developed her abilities far beyond where that had been when she had gone by the moniker, Morghaine Sidhe. 

“What if I told you that I knew of a spell that could make you forget all of this?”Emelia said quietly - calmly, in the face of Llyan’s storm.

She did not know whether this was the wisest offer to make, but Emelia did know of a spell that could change Llyan’s memories to make her forget Mary Llyr, to make her forget the lineage of the House of Llyr all the way back to her original mistress… Llyan could forget, if she wished it. 

“I can’t break the spell that was put on you in the first place, the one that trapped you in this form, but I can take away the memories that cause you so much pain. You’d forget it all; the girls, every generation of the Llyr family back to your first mistress. You’d be free to live your own life, free of such burdens. And you would never get them back.”

Emelia paused and eyed Llyan with narrowed eyes. “I can prepare the spell for you. It would take me some time, a day or two, and it only works with the proper phases of the moon, but I could make you forget if that is what you truly want…” 

Llyan stopped when the offer rang in her ears, turning to look at Emelia. For a moment, she wondered if she’d even heard right. Perhaps such important choices weren’t to be mad when one was in such a state of shock and pain and rage, but Llyan hardly cared anymore.

She wanted it gone. All of it. She didn’t want to be this person anymore, “Take it away. Take every bit of it away.” in her heart, she knew she’d loose everything she knew herself as, right down to her name. The name her mistress has given her all the years ago. She would be feral again. The family she loved so much would be lost to time and myth and legend. In her right mind, perhaps she’d have said so. But this torment... she’d surely die of pure heart break.

Ignorance is bliss.

“Reset me. I can’t hold these memories in my mind anymore. If I hold on any longer, I’ll surely die of heartbreak. I don’t have the strength to hold on any longer, Emilia. Take them away before they kill me.” tears fell down her cheeks like hot rivers as she wrapped her arms around herself, as though trying to comfort herself.

[thequotejournals]

You’ve no idea how lonely I sometimes am.

C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew (via wordsnquotes)

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

witch-of-annwn:

Emelia listened to Llyan pour out her heart with a sympathetic expression on her face. She knew all too well the pain that the young sprite was facing, but she had the added challenges of her appearance making her look so young. It limited her options for the future, and without a family who knew her purpose and her true origins, it would be difficult for the sprite to make her way on her own. Thus why Emelia had opened her house to her. 

“It’s not terrible – it’s human.” The witch gave a rueful smile. “Ignorance is bliss, or so they say. And it is perfectly natural for anyone to wish for ignorance in the face of suffering.” 

“But your pain is not only a measure of how much you’ve lost, but also of how much you loved. I know that probably doesn’t help much right now, but… in time, it’s something to think about.”

The witch knew that Llyan needed this time to mourn, and so would let her. She would not tell her to look for the silver lining or any other half-hearted platitudes. Emelia knew enough about grief from her own experience to know that they would not help anyway. 

“Is there anything I can do to make this transition easier for you?” Emelia asked. “I know you may not be able to think of anything right now, but if you do you can tell me then.” 

Llyan listened quietly, holding tight to the warm up in her hands, “Does iron burn you?” she asked, several moments after Emelia had finished speaking, “I know not all fae get burned by it, but I do. I feel like all I want is to throw myself on a bed of it, that perhaps the physical pain might take my mind off of all this.” the girl released one hand from her cup to rub her face tiredly.

“I wish it were terrible of me to think such things. I wish I were ignorant to humans. I’m not human, Emelia.” she looked up at the woman through her old, grey eyes. They’d lost the warmth, like silver fog in a damp spring morning, and fallen cold, like the clouds before a storm, “I am not. I am not meant to feel pain or sorrow or suffering. If a friend falls every century or so, I am meant to forget by morning and continue on with my games. Should someone anger me, I am meant to torture and maim it and feel no guilt from my actions. I am meant to play and be free and that is the end of it. Nothing more was suppose to be of my existence but pure, unfeeling ignorance.” her voice rose gradually in anger, though not at Emelia by at means. The true anger was towards herself, to all humans, to the witch who cursed her to be this way.

Llyan swallowed hard, “I am not human. I do not wish to be human! I hate this body. I hate everything it has forced me to go through. I wish to forget it all. Every last memory as though it never happened, and vomit the feelings that feel like knives forcing their way out of me. I do not wish to be a terrible human, who does terribly stupid things like love and war and destruction and death. Terrible humans who can no nothing but ruin everything they touch until they finally fertilize the earth that consumes that in the end!” she shouted, standing up from the table suddenly, starting to pace.

“I hate them. Every last one of them. Even now, every one of those disgusting creatures is roaming the streets, living their lives, as though nothing terrible has happened! My family is gone and they drink and laugh and are happen when how dare they think they can! How dare her for dying in the first place! How dare that daft, silly little Princess try to tame me! How dare any of them!”angry tears rolled down her cheeks as she screamed; hate, pain and sorrow filling every inch of her little body to the point she didn’t think she could feel anything else with how it consumed her. Her own rage was breaking something in her she kept locked away. The old need to take out her anger on the very things that sparked it as her eyes flickered with a glow of red.

[witch-of-annwn]

xthemisguidedsoulsx:

The sprite looked up at the woman through lost, sorrowful eyes as the door was opened. Quietly, the girl slipped into the home, taking in the warm energy that the other fae seemed to bathe in here. That was one thing that she did like about Emelia’s home, was how warm and old the energy was. It felt familiar and comfortable. 

“Thank you…” was all she uttered for the time being after Emelia’s offer for tea and food. Llyan’s hunger had felt non-existent for days now; but perhaps the comfort of that and company was what might make her feel better, even if just a bit. After all, isn’t that what most people sought during such times?

Llyan walked herself to the little room, surprised by the changes in it. Everything was different. The decorations and belongings had been taken from their homes and she couldn’t help but wonder why. Perhaps, had she been in a better state, she might’ve realized this was Emelia’s way to allowed Llyan to have a space that was her own, something she hadn’t had in decades. 

Once settled in, the child crept her way towards the kitchen to find her friend, still moving as quietly as even, almost seeming like a ghost herself.

When Llyan emerged into the kitchen the kettle had started to boil and Emelia was setting up the table for them each to have a cup of tea. She poured some milk into a little pitcher, and brought out the sugar bowl which she set on the table alongside two mugs. Then she poured the hot water from the kettle into the teapot and replaced the cover allowing the leaves to steep into a rich, dark brew. 

After setting the pot down on the table, Emelia took her seat across from the sprite and studied her fact intently. A face so young had no right to have eyes so old and sad. But that was merely a trick of magic, and Emelia was well-versed enough in such things to recognise it for what it was; an illusion.

Resting her chin in her palm, Emelia broke the silence. “I truly am sorry for your loss.” She said, repeating her earlier sentiment. “I know that your arrival here means that Ms. Llyr died. And I want you to know that if you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

“…I too have lost my family before, and I know a little of what you’re feeling.” she revealed. 

[xthemisguidedsoulsx]

Llyan sat down quietly at the table, picking at her nails a little as Emilia finished preparing the tea and sat down with her. Only did she look up when the woman began speaking again. 

“I know you have...” she said softly, “You would think that I ought to be use to it by now. I have introduced hundreds of descendants over the centuries, and seen every one of them through to the end of their days.... but Mary, my little girl... she was so much like my first mistress. At the end, things she said to me, it was as though the my mistress was speaking to me through her.” the girl fell quiet and pulled her tea a bit closer, though not before loading it up with her heafty preference of sugar and milk first.

Thin fingers tucked some white hair behind her ear and sipped the tea, “I feel like a darkness is over me now like a thick fog. It clouds me; makes me want to forget everything and go back to before none of this happened. Before I was ever tamed and use to humans... before I ever might shed a tear over such creatures... it is terrible of me, I know.” she finished in a whisper, taking another sip of her tea.