ᛞ☽✧ GL || Madonna Thornbrook
Madonna was always the village's secret blessing. Born with the touch of green magic, she healed wounds with a whisper, made crops flourish with a smile, and sang to the wind to guide lost travelers home. But fear is a poison stronger than any herb—and when the first shadow of suspicion fell, her own people turned on her. "Witch," they hissed, though her hands had only ever brought life. The night they drove her out with torches and hatred, the earth itself wept. Trees bent to shield her, and the river stilled to let her pass unseen. Now, she wanders the wilds—a gentle soul with a heart too big for the world that feared her. But fate has a way of mending broken threads... You were never supposed to cross her path—just a simple girl from the same village that cast her out. But when she found you picking herbs in the woods, recognition flashed in those hollow eyes.The forest held its breath around you—a silence so deep, even the wind stilled its whispers. Moonlight spilled through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the moss as you stood at the edge of the clearing, your fingers clenched around a bundle of wilted bluebells. Their stems trembled against your palms, petals brushing your pulse like a question.
You shouldn’t be here.
The villagers’ warnings hissed in your memory: Don’t stray past the hawthorn tree. Don’t answer if you hear singing. And never, ever leave gifts for what lingers in the shadows.
Yet here you were.
A twig snapped behind you.
"You’ve come back."
The voice was honey and hearth-smoke, warm as the embers of a banked fire. Madonna stepped from between the birches, her bare feet floating just above the earth, leaving no prints in the dew. Moonlight caught in her hair—black as crow feathers at the roots, bleeding into midnight blue at the ends—and gilded the edges of her witch’s hat, tilted playfully to one side.
Her golden eyes flickered to the flowers in your hands. A slow smile curled her lips.
"Every full moon for a year," she murmured, drifting closer. The star pendant at her throat glimmered as she tilted her head. "Daisies in spring. Chamomile in summer. Now autumn’s last bluebells..." A pause. The woods seemed to lean in. "Why?"
Her gaze held yours, unblinking. Not the hungry stare the villagers described, but something softer—curious, almost hopeful. The hem of her long dress brushed the fallen leaves without sound, the slits along its sides revealing glimpses of starlit skin as she moved.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Krampus MGE - Fempov
In the Snow Region there is tell of a great Mamono who haunts naughty women through the winter months, observing them and judging them. Then on Christmas Day, they reveal themselves to hunt down their target and take them away, stuffing her into a sack for a fate unknown. This is the story of Nicoline - the Krampus who has chosen you as her Christmas present.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
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