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[haresvoid]

“&– - Oh, there was no accident. I got into this mess all by my own choice-- - the consequences aren't quite what I expected, but that's just how things are sometimes.” // @luremyth liked for a starter !

[vaendaan]

🎲

So. I could not pick one 👀 I'm just going to share three that I found and what my thinking was.

All three have Nordic details due to her Loki connection, also, it looks sick. The first set is bone: natural, ancient. The second is bloodstone, based on your blog colour palette. Finally the third is malachite, again leaning into the loki connection.

If I find better ones later I'll DM you <3

Set: 1, 2, 3

[lclthlcved]

❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

She blinks a few times. Squinting as if not believing the question is even being asked. The audacity of such an inquiry leaves her a bit befuddled. " Yes. I don't need to believe with faith when I can very much see them. Have you never communed with spirits before? Mages of all kinds can contact 'ghosts' as you put it. Do you comes form somewhere that doesn't have such magic? Surely you've heard about it at least. "

[battlemyth]

𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑴𝒀𝑻𝑯.  ❛       Y’all get mad and want to fight, I get mad and want to kill people, that’s why I don’t get mad.    '

independent and private roleplay blog for atticus vardalos, oc based on greek mythology with cosmic horror influences. established in 2017 & rebooted in 2024. affiliated with @luremyth.                                                                                                                                                                                                                      penned by kit.

𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑰𝑵. duty && honor, the rise && the fall of the hero's journey, bowing to neither gods nor men, the greater the risk; the greater the loss, && what use is a weapon after the war?

                  🖕🏽    𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑫    🖕🏽    𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻     🖕🏽    𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑬    🖕🏽

[vaendaan]

👀 (she wouldn't even realize that she's looking at the pretty elf w/ heart eyes haha)

Check out my muse or have my muse check out yours | Accepting

              Breathless, she sits down in the forest clearing. Harra drops her shield and spear beside her feet as she takes her face into both hands and pushes the sweat and specks of blood upward, her biceps flexing as she does so.

              Strained, uneven panting slowly gave way to steady flow as she catches her breath. She looks up. Dappled morning light passes through the tall trees, illuminating her face with glowing freckles.

              The bird song... the breeze. She was safe.

              As Harra begins to remove her armour her ear twitches. Her head sharply turns to the source, locking eyes. She stands up and raises her arm outward. A falcon swoops down from the trees and lands upon her outstretched arm, it's plumage mostly inconspicuous, though iridescent golden feathers peeked through under its wings and tail.

              ❝You were quiet... How long have you been there?❞