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Tell my muse who you ship them with. Be as subtle or as obvious as you like!

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God of War Ragnarök Valhalla (2023)

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she is instantly at opposition with the victorian ambience around her, perennial tears staining ageless countenance and feathered braids cascading down a straightened back. it does not service her to present herself to humans in this way, and as such the notion she is trying to stake a claim on ellen only serves to anger her. the goddess of love, but also of war. of death. her words bristle and boom, the nature of their conversation never meant to be kind but to crackle and spit as the asp does its venom. women are at their most powerful when raw to the brim with emotion, so easily misconstrued by men as hysterics. ❛ do not mistake my explanations for mark of possession. i am not your keeper, nor are you my pet. ❜ the titles are hisses amidst an appalled goddess' disputes, and yet with love as she has to give, her expression softens shortly after. freya has long since wished her powers eternal, her presence so far reaching she could perhaps be there for each of those murmuring prayers. the simple tragedy of the matter is this : there are too many people in need.

❛ i came when i could. ❜ the grit of the admission is coarse, coffee grounds sanding their way into the ichor of her throat. a fist curls at her side, longing to reach out, to clasp and cup and caress. to soothe.

❛ your passion is bound to me. ❜ / freya of @embodies

those words suspend in the air, heavier than her blood-bloated heart. how it swifts, how it dances like a dying serpent. once frigid, dusk in the garden had grown balmy when she arrived. a presence of divine pull. nigh an antithesis of the other she knows. a sharp breath. not surrender. it is the first tremor of her wrath. ❛ where were you ? ❜ brittle & raw, the words tore from her. ❛ where were you━ when i was but a child ? ❜ grief becomes her, & her voice ascends. it unspools as frayed thread. ❛ when i called for a guardian angel, a spirit of comfort ? ❜ nay, she had called for anything, & thus arrived abomination. of her own unknown craft, bound to her, & she to him. her ever - shadow. the seer stands rigid, yet vernal tears are shed. bloodshot, her sight blurs as it fixed on the goddess. ❛ i called, ❜ seethed with deliberate pause, ❛ & you did not answer. ❜ another beat, ❛ you left me to the dark. you have no claim over me. ❜

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put your "on repeat" playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs, and tag 10 people to do the same.

cockiness ( love it ) — rihanna

tear you apart — she wants revenge

how bad do u want me — lady gaga

dead body — little simz

stupid love — lady gaga

guess — charli xcx

eh, eh ( nothing else i can say ) — lady gaga

plastic doll - ashnikko remix — lady gaga, ashnikko, oscar scheller

kisses down low — kelly rowland

spice up your life — spice girls

tagged by : @croftborn ty!!! ♡ tagging : @d4rkpassengerz @dhampirul @stormlit @pulpyfiction @124player @3mns @am4zon @outl1ve @rusthunt @maimedaffair but tbh anyone who wants to do it just steal it!

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inbox call before bed? ♡

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“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House

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This boy was getting hot. I’ll bet.

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Over the Garden Wall, 2014 ━ The Old Grist Mill

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i am NOT a bite risk. do not listen to them

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Girl who cares so much it makes her sick: whatever I don’t even care

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ty everyone for the promo rbs and welcome in new followers! ♡ i'm headed to bed so don't have time to properly check everyone out but i'll be back monday to properly have a look and hopefully get some writing done too. have a lovely weekend all, i'll be lurking where i can but mostly M.I.A. hehe

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if anything else happens to me i’m not enduring it. somebody else do that

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✧ . * 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃. an independent collection of ( semi ) canon muses from various sources : tv shows, video games, and literature. horror centric, low activity and plot driven, 18+ only content.

WRITTEN BY JAM, 27, UK. [ he/she/they ] ESTABLISHED SINCE 2014. ♡ ©

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HADES PROMPTS. ACCEPTING. ❝ i'm leaving. try and stop me. ❞

@moldcursed. karl heisenberg & ethan winters.

❛ ah, but see, that's exactly where you're wrong. ❜ pointer finger punctuates his gotcha moment, calloused and grimed with oil and sweat. his demeanour does not reflect his outward appearance : the dramatics of a shakespearean noble but the physicality of a downtrodden mechanic. but his smirk holds the cunning that is worthy of both, a man who has successfully set a lure and snared his vermin. ❛ you're not setting foot outside this village : not while our precious rose is still drawn and quartered. quit the playing hard to get act, ethan. it doesn't suit you. ❜ there is malice in that final order, his rage a glimmering ember that seethes and roars when kindled. ethan winters presents an opportunity for escape : he will not let it slip by like a minnow in the river, silver and fleeting.

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SONG OF ACHILLES STARTERS. ACCEPTING. ❝  you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before.  ❞

@adamanteine. vanasha & shams azari.

❛ how funny. ❜ she doesn't miss a beat, brows aptly quirking downward to paint a picture of bemusement — for while she is now properly introduced to the commander princess, vanasha has made quite the habit of learning about her peers long before they ever know her name. it is the nature of her work, a chameleon versed in equal portions of evasion and charm. if she were a less benevolent force, her capabilities may be suited to petty theft and more fraudulent activities but she much prefers the role of a far prettier robin hood. as far as the spy is concerned, it is for both their benefit she does not reveal her previous espionage — less is more and whatnot. ❛ you know, i'm told i have one of those faces. ❜ and if this exchange were a test vanasha holds shams' gaze with steely confidence, nay a feather ruffled in the ever shifting plumage that is her latest deception. a white lie is certainly not one to hold guilt over.

❛ unless you frequent the market often, you may have caught me picking up apples ! ❜ laughter tinkles in her voice like bells, a cascading pleasantry that is not too eager to dismiss the conversation nor forced to linger on it. her very trade is talk, veiled and sheathed.

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KARL HEISENBERG resident evil village, 2021