So, we've properly established that I'd like to be a badass and live in a castle. If you haven't picked this up, read this article, and then read this one before continuing on here. We good? Alright.
If every romantic dreamed that ever danced through my subconscious, or conscious, for that matter, magically came true, I would be a shockingly gorgeous, magical witch-princess who lived in a moss-covered tower, somewhere in England, with Danny, who was my husband, lover, and commander of my army. Because, I'd have one of those in this fantasy. An army. All mine. All ours, actually. With lots of hot guys in it; but none of them would ever have a chance because, well, no one could ever beat Danny in a hot contest. They'd be our minions, essentially- saving the lands from the depths of evil and corruption on Danny's and my orders. Yeah. That is how I'd like this to work.
By the river Main, by Dionizije
My humble beginnings would be just that. Humble, and plain. I'd feed geese, perhaps, my long blonde hair flowing in the breeze. Although, in this mystical fantasy-world that is totally real in my head, I'm brunette, not blonde. Why? God knows. I just think of myself as having brown hair.
HBIC
My epic castle would be in a lovely, hidden grove, only accessible by traveling through some type of labyrinthine tree set-up like this one. The whole thing would be stunningly beautiful, because, yes. If you're going to have a moderately creepy maze as the entrance to your house, the would-be-invaders might as well be impressed by your sense of taste and your confounding entrance when they attempt to destroy you and storm your castle. That's how these things work.
Efidriade
My castle would not be densely populated. I like people, in general, but I wouldn't want them in my house. A house is a sanctum, in my opinion, and is meant to be kept silent, so that, if one wants to escape into solitude, it is possible. However, it would have an okay number of people, all of whom I would have hand-selected for their sarcastic humour and ability to understand true fun. Every pretty lady-in-waiting would be just as kickass as every one of the men, and wear their standard garter-dagger, as well as a sword. Or, a mace, if they are really sassy. The mace-wearers would be my favourite friends.
Kirkstall Abbey By (For the easily distracted)
This is my personal courtyard. I sit here, sip tea, read books, and cast spells to my heart's delight. Did I mention that I'm magic? I'm magic.
Fairy Nobasho
All of my clothing would be eloquently designed, except for my battle outfits, which would be desperately practical because I don't like dying.
I would camoflauge my castle and surrounding hedge maze with fog, making it just a bit harder to detect. This would be accomplished using that magic that we've established I have. Not only would this fog make me more difficult to overthrow, destroy, and/ or kill, it would also add a calming, though moderately creepy ambience to the whole scenario. Fog is mystical, and I am too. In my dream, I mean.
Starry Messenger
My enemies would be obliterated because screw evildoers, and all of their evil deeds that they do. Because I like and appreciate culture, I would not wreck the shit out of their architecture or art. Their buildings would be partially preserved so that history can look back on them, and appreciate my destruction of them, and also so that I have ruins to photograph now.
La Belle Dame sans Merci by Sir Frank Dicksee
This would be my painting because, on top of being a commander of an army, the head of my castle, a master hedge-designer, and magic, I would also be a painter. That would not be me on the horse. Flowers in my hair? No sir. A helmet would be on my head. A battle-helmet. Because I battle.
Medieval by Moyan_Brenn
This is the scene from out of our bedroom window, and what a view it is indeed! Marshy marshes with some manner of something with an acqueduct or bridge thing attached. I'm sighing in glee at the moment. Just look at that. I'm so glad we built our castle here!
Heart shaped book of hours from the 15th century, Amiens, Picardy, France.
Original from Bibliothèque nationale de France
And... that's my spell book. Because I can.
Happy Friday!!
If every romantic dreamed that ever danced through my subconscious, or conscious, for that matter, magically came true, I would be a shockingly gorgeous, magical witch-princess who lived in a moss-covered tower, somewhere in England, with Danny, who was my husband, lover, and commander of my army. Because, I'd have one of those in this fantasy. An army. All mine. All ours, actually. With lots of hot guys in it; but none of them would ever have a chance because, well, no one could ever beat Danny in a hot contest. They'd be our minions, essentially- saving the lands from the depths of evil and corruption on Danny's and my orders. Yeah. That is how I'd like this to work.
My humble beginnings would be just that. Humble, and plain. I'd feed geese, perhaps, my long blonde hair flowing in the breeze. Although, in this mystical fantasy-world that is totally real in my head, I'm brunette, not blonde. Why? God knows. I just think of myself as having brown hair.
My epic castle would be in a lovely, hidden grove, only accessible by traveling through some type of labyrinthine tree set-up like this one. The whole thing would be stunningly beautiful, because, yes. If you're going to have a moderately creepy maze as the entrance to your house, the would-be-invaders might as well be impressed by your sense of taste and your confounding entrance when they attempt to destroy you and storm your castle. That's how these things work.
My castle would not be densely populated. I like people, in general, but I wouldn't want them in my house. A house is a sanctum, in my opinion, and is meant to be kept silent, so that, if one wants to escape into solitude, it is possible. However, it would have an okay number of people, all of whom I would have hand-selected for their sarcastic humour and ability to understand true fun. Every pretty lady-in-waiting would be just as kickass as every one of the men, and wear their standard garter-dagger, as well as a sword. Or, a mace, if they are really sassy. The mace-wearers would be my favourite friends.
This is my personal courtyard. I sit here, sip tea, read books, and cast spells to my heart's delight. Did I mention that I'm magic? I'm magic.
All of my clothing would be eloquently designed, except for my battle outfits, which would be desperately practical because I don't like dying.
I would camoflauge my castle and surrounding hedge maze with fog, making it just a bit harder to detect. This would be accomplished using that magic that we've established I have. Not only would this fog make me more difficult to overthrow, destroy, and/ or kill, it would also add a calming, though moderately creepy ambience to the whole scenario. Fog is mystical, and I am too. In my dream, I mean.
My enemies would be obliterated because screw evildoers, and all of their evil deeds that they do. Because I like and appreciate culture, I would not wreck the shit out of their architecture or art. Their buildings would be partially preserved so that history can look back on them, and appreciate my destruction of them, and also so that I have ruins to photograph now.
This would be my painting because, on top of being a commander of an army, the head of my castle, a master hedge-designer, and magic, I would also be a painter. That would not be me on the horse. Flowers in my hair? No sir. A helmet would be on my head. A battle-helmet. Because I battle.
This is the scene from out of our bedroom window, and what a view it is indeed! Marshy marshes with some manner of something with an acqueduct or bridge thing attached. I'm sighing in glee at the moment. Just look at that. I'm so glad we built our castle here!
Heart shaped book of hours from the 15th century, Amiens, Picardy, France.
Original from Bibliothèque nationale de France
And... that's my spell book. Because I can.
Happy Friday!!
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