mystichoe

General

Witchblood in my veins, moonlight in my eyes, and ink-stained fingers from thumbing through too many cursed tomes. I’m the kind of soul who finds comfort in cathedrals of lore, cries over fictional characters like they’re ancient gods, and would 100% choose a cursed ring over a healthy relationship if it meant saving the world. I’m somewhere between a medieval scribe and a chaos mage. I collect stories like relics—ones full of fire, fate, and the ache of something bigger than ourselves. Give me grief-laced heroism, morally gray queens, forbidden magic, and prophecies that may never come true. If the world ends in poetry, I’ll be there writing the epilogue.

Music

Movies

🕯 Favorite Films – A Moodboard of My Soul These aren’t just movies. They’re spells. They’re rituals. They’re echoes of something ancient and emotional that live rent-free in my bones. Every frame feels like an invocation, every line a whisper from some other life. Here’s what shapes the constellation of my cinematic heart: 𓆩 Possession (1981) A fever dream of love, grief, and dissolution. If you’ve ever felt like your soul was peeling itself apart in a Berlin subway tunnel at 2AM, this movie will hold your hand while it screams in your face. It’s about obsession and transformation, about what we become when we break. It’s not a horror film, it’s an exorcism. And yet, so beautiful. 𓆩 The Craft (1996) Teen witches in Catholic school skirts channeling rage into ritual—how could I not relate? This one shaped an entire generation’s understanding of power, friendship, and the danger of losing yourself to either. Dark, glam, and pulsing with storm clouds and eyeliner. The kind of film that made you want to draw pentagrams in your notebook and hex your bullies with glitter. 𓆩 The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) A high fantasy epic that doesn’t just sweep you into another world—it calls you there, like a dream you wake up aching from. Magic, loyalty, and the courage to carry impossible burdens… all wrapped in forests older than time and the bittersweet taste of heroism. This is the story that made me believe in chosen families and the power of soft hearts in brutal places. 𓆩 The Love Witch (2016) A vintage technicolor potion poured into a crystal goblet of camp. Feminine power draped in silk robes, blood-red lips, and spells that simmer with irony. This is witchcraft as aesthetic, weapon, and tragic romance all at once. It’s funny, haunting, and strangely sacred. Like if Barbie knew how to cast glamour charms and quote Carl Jung.

Television

📺 Favorite Series – Where My Spirit Dwells These shows aren’t just entertainment—they’re living myths. Cathedrals of story carved in flame and frost, blood and beauty. They speak of power and destiny, of magic as inheritance, of women who burn and men who fall. Each one is a chapter in the grim, glittering tome of the soul. 𓆩 House of the Dragon Legacy, power, and the unbearable cost of ambition. This show is a long, aching requiem sung by dragons. Every glance carries the weight of bloodlines, and every throne is a funeral pyre waiting to be lit. It’s poetry carved in Valyrian steel—slow, tragic, inevitable. The fire doesn’t forgive, and neither do the women. 𓆩 Game of Thrones Before the crown cracked under its own ending, it gave us years of prophecy, betrayal, ice, and flame. This world is harsh and holy. It taught me that magic always comes with a price, that love is a weapon, and that sometimes the quietest ones change the world. It’s a saga of gods and ghosts in human skin. 𓆩 The Rings of Power An opulent lullaby for the second age of Middle-earth. It’s the shimmer of starlight on ancient armor, the echo of forgotten songs in golden halls. Every moment feels like the prelude to legend—where grief becomes history and beauty hides behind every blade. If Fellowship was the heart, this is the heartbeat that came before. 𓆩 Vikings A brutal hymn to gods, fate, and legacy. Blood-soaked, wild, and relentlessly poetic. This show doesn’t shy away from the dirt of war or the depth of the spirit. It’s about ancestors and omens, axes and visions, and the impossible pull between the earth and the gods. Every character is both warrior and prophet. 𓆩 The Witcher Gritty magic, twisted destinies, and brooding monster-hunters with hearts of gold (and trauma). This is fantasy if it got drunk on potions and fought a griffin at sunrise. It’s a world of chaos where the rules don’t matter—only loyalty, instinct, and the way your scars remember you. Toss a coin to your inner demons. 𓆩 Charmed (original) Sisterhood as sacred magic. Witchcraft as empowerment. The Halliwells were the blueprint for divine feminine chaos in a world that keeps asking us to stay quiet. Potions, premonitions, and personal growth wrapped in a velvet spellbook. This one shaped my inner witch—taught me to love fiercely, fight gracefully, and always, always trust the Power of Three.

Books

𓆩 The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien This isn’t just a book—it’s a creation myth, a celestial map of grief and beauty, handwoven by a scholar-wizard in Oxford. Every page feels like scripture for a world that never was but should’ve been. It’s dense, sure—but once you surrender to it, the language becomes a lullaby from the stars. Elves mourning the light of trees, gods shaping continents with song, betrayal that echoes through eternity… it’s not fantasy. It’s legend. And I feel like I’ve lived it before. 𓆩 The Greek Magical Papyri (PGM) Straight-up sorcerer-core. These aren’t just dusty spells—they’re raw, pulsing incantations from the crossroads of worlds. Divine names, secret chants, ritual instructions scrawled by candlelight in ancient tongues. It’s chaotic, sacred, and endlessly fascinating. If you’ve ever wanted to whisper to Helios or bind a demon with a string of vowels, this is the real deal. Not for the faint of heart or casual witch. It’s the kind of text that reads you back. 𓆩 Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson Alchemy, revolution, and badass girls who eat metal and fly through the sky? Say less. This series is the perfect mix of clever worldbuilding, character-driven feels, and just enough grit to make the magic hit. It’s about rising up when the world is ash and ruin. About trusting yourself even when your gods lie. And yes, the plot twists will punch you in the soul (in the best way). Sanderson really said: “what if hope was forged from grief?” and I ate that UP. 𓆩 A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin The books that made me distrust everyone and fall in love with morally gray people who monologue about history. More layered, more brutal, and more beautiful than the show ever had time for. You don’t read these—you wade through them like a political swamp lit with dragonfire and haunted by prophecies that may never be fulfilled. It’s a chessboard of fate and folly, where every line of dialogue could foreshadow someone’s doom or salvation. I keep finding pieces of myself in the ruins of Westeros.

Heroes