𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚
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𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚
@littleredsongbird.bsky.social
──𝕭𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒 was as captivated as a 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 by the bright plumage and melody of 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆.

🕯🔮🕯

Fiery little pixie. Druid Priestess in the woods, traveling fairylands. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

【FICTION, RP, MC, 25+. TVDNOVELS AU.】
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𝑺𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝒔𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝕭𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒…

A haunted and possessed psychic medium. Witch. Druidess. An otherworldly fiery little pixie fury in love with poetry, song, romance, darkness, danger, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, blood, and unconventionality. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅.

【 ──Stranger than FICTION. ROLEPLAY. MC, 25+. MDNI. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.】
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Worship on my knees.
I take you in, a sacrament.
December 1, 2024 at 3:21 AM
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Even when I die, my ghost will continue to tell bewitching, haunting tales of love.
November 20, 2024 at 1:41 AM
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Meet me in the cemetery.
I'll model a grave for you.
November 20, 2024 at 1:34 AM
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in a murmuration
birds bend time and space with a feather
November 28, 2025 at 9:03 PM
【──🖤】
The forest eats death so that it may live.
November 23, 2025 at 1:21 AM
【 ❤️‍🔥 】
You could be someone's light in the darkness.
An anglerfish drawing them towards your toothy maw, or a witch-light in the forest, leading them towards their mossy doom.
November 20, 2025 at 10:58 PM
I wish only to speak in poetry and song.
November 18, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Your body as my altar and my hands on you as dark magic.
November 18, 2025 at 12:49 AM
The sweet scent of decaying leaves upon the damp mossy forest floor and the unyielding silence and solitude of a cold, dark grave.
November 18, 2025 at 12:47 AM
Sharing milk and honey exchanging whispering secrets with the faeries.
November 18, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Seeking divine guidance by speaking with my murder of crows, communing with my unkindness of ravens; with love and devotion.
November 18, 2025 at 12:43 AM
These words have been read, again, and again──committed to memory. And every time, it makes me throb and tingle. Making my blood sing.

(By far, my absolute 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆...)
November 18, 2025 at 12:24 AM
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Not to brag, but I was 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑.
November 16, 2025 at 4:28 AM
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[And drag her (kicking and screaming) into the Underworld.]
And he would pluck her from the ground and into his arms, as if she were a flower too pretty to leave behind.
November 16, 2025 at 4:14 AM
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Fall into your eyes like a grave.
November 7, 2025 at 2:43 AM
【──❤️‍🔥】
just a strange faerie woman, who finds her solace in solitude, where the ghosts whisper, and the dark enchantment of literature.
November 10, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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just a strange faerie woman, who finds her solace in solitude, where the ghosts whisper, and the dark enchantment of literature.
November 8, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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gothic, fae-like.
November 9, 2025 at 4:05 PM
【──❤️‍🔥】
November 10, 2025 at 12:51 AM
【──🖤】
November 10, 2025 at 12:49 AM
[Yes, please! Ideally, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 is a Gothic horror slumber party.]
I want to have a Gothic horror pajama party.
Flowing nightgowns and house robes, candelabras, wandering the hallways and grounds of a rented old house in the countryside, gathering together by firelight and watching a film or reading aloud a thrilling classic ghost story.
November 7, 2025 at 2:36 AM
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I want to have a Gothic horror pajama party.
Flowing nightgowns and house robes, candelabras, wandering the hallways and grounds of a rented old house in the countryside, gathering together by firelight and watching a film or reading aloud a thrilling classic ghost story.
November 7, 2025 at 2:24 AM
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Come here, wood sprite, forest nymph, pocket-sized menace.
Come here, little forest girl.
November 2, 2025 at 11:31 PM
[Fingers find themselves linking behind his neck, and one set of long nails teases into raven locks. Her dainty warmth melds into him, beautifully swollen and moaning melodiously, especially from the 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 nick. Blood oaths and dark devotions.]
[Lingers and haunts her lips until they are beautifully swollen. An 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 nick (whoops); a blood oath.
[Pulls @invitedin.bsky.social in by the tie he's wearing.] Linger and haunt my lips, my beloved Death.
November 2, 2025 at 11:47 PM