#Mountain Charm

[wastrelwoods]

the guy who knocked me down has got his back turned in comes the great grey pestilent cloud

[starfrou]

Cowboys, French guy, and the eat shit and die brothers

[mekonfoy]

GHOUL CHARMS GACHA

Mammona (that's me) is ready to perform summoning rituals!

For $10 she will summon a ghoul from the pits of Hell for you to carry around. A shiny blind bag with a pretty little hellspawn inside. However, for $15 she will use all her summoning mastery to summon the ghoul of your choosing! Also: if you're willing to test your luck more than once, she'll make sure you get no doubles (unless you want to! if you want twins for whatever reasons, let her know)

It's a preorder and it will last a week (till 10.06)! there will be spare gachas and charms to buy, but she recommends preordering to make sure there will be one waiting for you (especially if you want to AB)

Important stuff:

The only MOP available is hipolink

It'll take about a month to complete the rituals and they will be sent to their new homes in July (quite likely mid- or end of the month)

Shipping to USA/EU/UK costs $19

DM here or send an email to losinakartoshkova@gmail.com to order or ask anything

(please consider sharing this post it'll matter the world (Hell included) to Mammona)

[okapirose]

Hobbit Door Charms

One side is the classic green wood with golden knob, the other is of the Lonely Mountain with an itty bitty Smaug!

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[autisticlalna]

it never hurts to give thanks to the navigator, even when he's spitting out random numbers.

(alt under cut)

[sevennone]

240310 VGK | a golden knight gala ft. adin hill

[autumn--winds]

[sneeb-canons]

Mind and Heart both know how to cook and bake. Mind prefers baking because of the rigid instructions, and Heart prefers cooking because he can experiment with the recipes.

Soul should not be allowed anywhere near a kitchen. Heart asked if Soul wanted to cook once and he brought out a Mountain Dew cookbook. He’s never asked again.

Headcanon #319

[downfalldestiny]

Escape to the enchanting Villa Treville in Positano, Italy 🇮🇹 !.

[dhampiravidi]

make me your villain, Miss Holt...

All Jayn knew was that one moment, she was being fired for pretending to be a man (they didn’t exactly let women work at shipyards), and the next, she had a new job. Well, she knew that her father had used his connections to help her. (She’d hate to see the look on her mother’s face when she came home unemployed and failed.) A noble like him, Ravkan instead of Fjerdan, wanted help cataloging his things before he moved. She’d managed the supplies and salaries at the docks, so he considered her qualified. It was better than the other "help" her father had given her, which was an arranged match with a Matthias Helvar. There was no way Jayn was giving up her life to live in a freezing cold country amongst misogynists. She'd find reasons to put the wedding date off until she had enough footing to properly decline.

So she took a ferry from Kerch, a sandskiff through the mysterious Shadow Fold, and a train into Ravka’s mountains. The people in the eastern part of the world were easily the most superstitious. Those on the train had prayed to their Sankts before the journey had begun, and the Suli people who had agreed to take her to Count Morozova's door had unsuccessfully offered her a number of protective charms before they left.

Jayn told herself that there was nothing to worry about. She'd learned how to fight at the shipyards, with her fists or with whatever was on hand (no pun intended). But even in Novyi Zem, they told cautionary tales about the zowa Ilya, a man who dabbled in forbidden mystical arts to create something out of nothing. He had died a tragic death, and one of his descendants had used the same magic to create the Shadow Fold. It was said that enemies of Ravka were targeted by monsters who lurked within. In reality, Fjerda had only dared approach Ravka from the Fold once during the war decades ago, and it had only resulted in deadly failure.

She approached the doors of the Count's ornate, yet intimidating castle, and knocked on them with a shivering hand. Her luggage sat next to her, almost like an obedient puppy waiting to accompany her inside.

@starlsssankt

[teehee-vibes]

Sometimes, I think I want Grizzly to put more gay men in Riptide.

Other times, I remember Dark Puckered Hole and reevaluate.

[floridagrowngirl]

[mekonfoy]

I have some ghoul charms left btw!

These six are all that's left (I'm not planning a restock), Cirrus and Aurora are sold out

The prices are the same: $10 for a random, $15 for AB. If you'd like to get all six (Rain, Mountain, Dew, Phantom/Aeon, Swiss and Cumulus) it's $50

feel free to DM<3

[lychniis]

There's also this other idea for huli jing ! Jing yuan I have in mind. Partly inspired by the story goose mountain and all ( just a little ) where the reader ( who probably lives alone in the mountains and makes a living selling herbs and firewood ) is on their way to the main city and first meets Jing yuan as a silver fox in need of help, then posing as a scholar who has collapsed at the side of the road.

And the rest of the journey is just them sharing their food with him all while he poses as this feeble scholar woe is me but for some reason he seems strangely adept at keeping danger away.

[batwynn]

Remembering that time when I was five and didn’t even know filters existed—never mind knowing how to stop talking—and I was out with my grandmother (divorced from my grandfather) having a lovely day in a lovely little Maine town in the 90s.

The thing about Maine in the 90s was certain things like smoking weed was illegal across the country and generally frowned upon, but Mainers simply Did Not Care and more than happily grew and smoked pot anyway. The other thing about Maine is most of those Lovely Little Towns are constantly full of out of state tourists coming to buy kitch and eat lobster. These tourists tended to be from states that generally did not have the same attitude about pot as Mainers did. It was still considered a Very Bad Thing To Do.

So when my five year old self saw an older gentleman smoking a classic tobacco pipe amongst a crowd of tourists I remarked, on the top of my lungs, that my grandfather had a pipe too! Not that kind of pipe, though!

There was literally a beat of shocked silence before my grandmother laughed a little too loudly and said something about it being a different color or some nonsense. Of course no one, like, ratted out my five-year-old self and my grandfather out to the police for that. But there were definitely some shocked button-upped folks in that lovely little town that day.

Anyway, that was the one and only time I was a snitch.