𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙
𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚
𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨,
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜.
she stands strong.
she stands strong.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ # 𝐂 𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐀 𝐑
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ # 𝐂 𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐀 𝐑
a desire for freedom,
a longing for love.
a desire for freedom,
a longing for love.
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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧. . .
ㅤ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ... ᴀʟʟ
ㅤ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ
ㅤ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ-ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ.
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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧. . .
ㅤ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ... ᴀʟʟ
ㅤ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ
ㅤ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ-ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ.
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But happy Star Wars Day to all!!
@(^_^)@
But happy Star Wars Day to all!!
@(^_^)@
Sorcerer and last dragon lord. (That’s a secret, don’t tell a soul!)
The druids call me Emrys, but you can just call me Merlin.
#MerlinRP #ArthurianRP #HistoricalRP #MedievalRP #Parody
Sorcerer and last dragon lord. (That’s a secret, don’t tell a soul!)
The druids call me Emrys, but you can just call me Merlin.
#MerlinRP #ArthurianRP #HistoricalRP #MedievalRP #Parody
Thieved from Birdland.
These will likely turn into short solos.
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A hand softly rests over his own, holding his touch captive as she turned her face to press her lips against his palm.
“Flooded?” she repeats, eyes lighting with playful desire. “I think such a distraction can be arranged.”
Morgen guides his hand away from its caress and raises ~
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❝I speak the 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, my warrior mistress.——❞
The Imperator grinned with a sense of authority, approaching 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚 to his bed frame, the mattress brushed against his garbed thigh.
Stealing a sharp breath, his striking eyes gleamed over her stretched out frame.This was when he settled+
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⠀⠀⠀⠀Mhmm.
“That’s very gracious of you, Imperator.”
Despicable, really.
“Now,” she sets aside the scroll stretches out upon the mattress coyly with a knowing little smile, “tell me of these needs that have left you. . . 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙.”
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A hand softly rests over his own, holding his touch captive as she turned her face to press her lips against his palm.
“Flooded?” she repeats, eyes lighting with playful desire. “I think such a distraction can be arranged.”
Morgen guides his hand away from its caress and raises ~