𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢.
→ * . & ━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 i introduce
you to my too-many ocs.
𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑. meet my ocs.
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if nesaela were faced with a boggart, she would see herself twisted and corrupted by power, made evil: burned from the bloodmagic in her veins, skin falling from bone, and a crown of silver upon her head; as she burns and murders innocent civilians as they run. her ultimate fear is that she'll become like her father.
[ this is my original idea as far as i know (lmk if someone else has done this before and i'll remove this lil credit part) so if you're using this idea i would appreciate it if you credited me <3 ]
