﹟𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝙳 is a private dependent blog hosting muse(s), as composed by cc ( she + her ) for principiumhq.
wi “wilkes” ki - sun. moon gayoung. xxix. death eater.
introduction. statistics. connections. pinterest.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

pixel skylines

Discoholic 🪩
wallacepolsom
Three Goblin Art
todays bird
Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies

Kaledo Art

$LAYYYTER
Keni
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
tumblr dot com
we're not kids anymore.
dirt enthusiast
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Game of Thrones Daily

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Kingdom
seen from India

seen from United Kingdom

seen from India
seen from Australia
seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia

seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Australia
seen from Brazil
@veritied
﹟𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝙳 is a private dependent blog hosting muse(s), as composed by cc ( she + her ) for principiumhq.
wi “wilkes” ki - sun. moon gayoung. xxix. death eater.
introduction. statistics. connections. pinterest.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“I don’t know what I want, only that I’m desperate for it, that I can’t stop asking.”
— Kim Addonizio, from “The Singing” (via voirlvmer)
MOON GAYOUNG x MARIE CLAIRE
* f, darcy .
Where: Diagon Alley Who: Open
Armed with her muggle camera, Darcy walked down the streets of Diagon Alley, waiting for inspiration to hit. She had been wanting to photograph the wizarding world through her muggle camera, she thought that it could be a cool exhibit idea if it ever took off. Wizards were so used to their moving pictures and ever since Kieran had bought her this camera she had been wanting to find a way to bridge the gap between her world and her husbands, even if it would take a long time for her to open up to him about what she was doing. She still felt a twinge in her chest when she thought about all of the lies she told him every day. The longer that they went without her confessing what she was, the more guilty and unsure she felt. Would he still love her if he knew that she had been lying to him for a year? She couldn’t be sure. And she didn’t want to lose him. So she kept quiet.
Stopping in her tracks, she was struck by the beauty of the sunlight hitting off one of the crystals being sold at one of the little stalls. Raising her camera up, she clicked a photo, hoping that it would turn out the way she hoped. Suddenly realizing someone was watching her, her head whipped up and she offered a sheepish smile. “Sorry, am I in your way?” She asked. “I just had to take a photograph, I’m hoping that it turns out.”
* wilkes watches carefully; half with a condemnatory curiosity that blooms from her pupils, half with a contradicting nonchalance that rolls off of her shoulders in cool waves. she doesn’t find beauty common, she’s learned, in wilkes’ experience, it comes rare. true, pure beauty is often hand in hand with rarity, walking a path that is seen by very few people. their apprehension of beauty stems from a soured lens of the world – what began rose - tinted frames slowly grew green with rot and restlessness, just peeking into the edge of their vision and giving everything a sickly tint that poisons everything they once thought was beautiful. darcy’s observation of the crystal ( the one very rudely blinding wilkes ) makes them stall –– she just had to take a photograph, because she saw it, because it was beautiful, because [ . . . ] wilkes can’t come up with another explanation and for some reason, darcy finding something beautiful shocks them with a striking shade of envy.
❛ no, you’re not in my way. ❜ they finally say after a beat. their eyes dart from the witch to the stall, fingers reaching out to run over the crystal closest. ❛ beautiful, aren’t they? ❜ wilkes’ asks.
* m, aleyna .
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 * ─ open .
𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 * ─ diagon alley .
𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 * ─ anyone !
( * ── 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 drawing closer , aleyna slowly walks down diagon alley observing buildings that will soon be adorned with decorations . admittedly , she does not enjoy the festival ── not when expectations weigh heavy upon shoulders kept alive by blood of silver & gold . grace woven into limbs , indifference painted across features that wish to smile , she recalls being a child and longing to run as hands held her back and urged her to keep her shoulders straight . she spots a known figure and cannot help herself , however ── approaching them to make conversation , pushing herself to defeat her introversion in the name of polite socialization . a lady . ❝ enjoying the preparations ? i have to admit , i’m looking forward to buying something from señor domínguez’ new collection . yourself ? enchanted candles or pumpkins ? ❞
* she is not as much of a stranger to the celebration as she wants to be. wilkes, despite her inability to admit it, has spent more time here than she has at home ( is it even really home anymore, if there are no plans to ever return? can she even remember it the way she thinks she can? ) and has attended this festival before she could understand what it really was. the very first memory that wilkes has of this festival is painted in shades of pale orange and ruby reds, colors that bled into each other and brought their counterparts to life. it was the first time that they looked at the color of blood in celebration instead of disdain. soon, this place will be filled with the colors of autumn ( and all that comes with it, power, death, rebirth ) and in her opinion, it will look better. ❛ i actually find myself more enchanted by the idea of celebration, instead of spending. ❜ they remark. ❛ though, i can’t say i ever look forward to buying anything, anymore – i’ve just already got everything i’d ever want. you know what i mean, don’t you, macmillan? ❜

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
ϟ ━ was that WI “WILKES” KI-SUN around the leaky cauldron ? they disapparated before i could approach them ! what a pity, for they are cerebral and poised, but maybe it's best to keep my distance because they are also minacious and rancorous. i remember that they were a SLYTHERIN back in school but have since made a name for themselves as an unspeakable. if this alleged war came knocking on their door, it is supposed that they would FIGHT FOR THE DARK LORD. ( demi woman & they + them, she + her / moon ga - young / twenty four / pureblood ).
hi, all! i’m cc and i’m excited to be here and writing wilkes, who is a demon – but a dramatic, sexy demon. i’ll be reaching out to plot with everyone eventually and again, i’m just super happy to be here <3 beneath is a bare bones biography + some wanted plots i’d love to write !
extra links: pinterest, task one ( stats ), application