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darkvitas · 6 days
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Estoc, Saxony, circa 1600
from Czerny's International Auction House
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darkvitas · 11 days
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Ho boy, has it been a hot minute since I worldbuilt. Welcome to Eludin, Alex and Paige! These two are part of a group of four (I will create the other two at some point) people, all of which are stationed in Solerin within Aeredale.
Together, they travel across Eludin’s various countries and track down any monster threats. It’s quite the exhausting and daunting task, traversing such distances but the fact that the citizens of Eludin are safe from their work is rewarding enough for them. And yes, Alex is an elf and he is adorable. I love him.
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darkvitas · 12 days
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This or That?
Give my muse two things to choose from. They can only pick one! “Both” does not count!
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darkvitas · 12 days
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Send me the most bizarre thing you can over anon!
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darkvitas · 12 days
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quick FYI/PSA
My memes, threads and plots have NO EXPIRY DATE. See a meme you would like to send that’s over 6 months old? doesn’t matter, send it! Found and old thread of ours from 2 years ago that you want to reply to? doesn’t matter, reply! This is a hobby. We should write when we feel like it, not because we must. So let that draft sit in there for a week. Work on those you have the muse for. I do take my time and I don’t mind others taking their time because I know it will come. No stressing. We’re all just having fun.
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darkvitas · 12 days
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{ Reblog if it’s always okay to send your character random questions }
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Reblog this if you’re a chill roleplayer who doesn’t mind if your rp partners take multiple weeks, or even months to reply.
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darkvitas · 12 days
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darkvitas · 21 days
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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?
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darkvitas · 28 days
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Etched and gilded armor, Dutch, dated 1612
from The Royal Armouries Collection
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darkvitas · 1 month
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Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R
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Rapier, Western Europe, circa 1630-1640
from The Art Institute of Chicago
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darkvitas · 2 months
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//my shift key does not work... i hate this
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darkvitas · 2 months
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Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
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darkvitas · 2 months
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Armskirk, Aeredale, 11:50 P.M.
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As a rainstorm battered onto cobblestone pathways below Kingswood Boulevard, moonlight and street light mixed together--the entire street dormant, its bustle settling down hours prior. A figure stumbled aimlessly down the road, shaky palms reaching out to steady a sway. Slumping against a lamp post, his gaze flickered upwards, struggling to focus. There had to be somewhere he could get assistance... "Closed," one sign blurred out to him, mockingly. "Closed," another read. Straightening, more crimson blossomed through his shirt, eliciting a shuddered gasp. Gritting teeth, he forced himself forward, each step flooding nearly every fibre of his being with agony. 'Please,' he begged to some higher power, 'somebody. It hurts, Oh God it hurts.' He could only go for just a while longer, until his knees buckled out on him--and crying out, he laid there, whimpering. Coughing, he spat speckles of blood quickly washed away by rainwater. Pressing a hand onto soaked ground, the cold temperature sent a shiver down his spine--mustering all the strength he could, he rolled. And crawled... Crawled under the elements, until -- The Raven's Message, a potions shop crewed by Aloysius and young trainee Finn Powell... As a last-ditch effort, he raised both hands and tried the handle, gripping it as if his entire life depended on it. "F-Finn," he whispered, using the last ounce of his energy to enter. "Finn... Help." Finn nearly jumped out of his skin at the bell tinkering--a patron, at this hour? Who could it be? Whirling, the alchemist's mouth hung open at the sight before him. "D-DV?!" He almost had to do a double take, but quickly confirmed that the Prince's brother was at his doorstep and needed him--yesterday! Snapping back to reality, Finn rushed to the dark-clad's side, taking him into his arms. "What happened?! Aloysius, help!!" The swordsman couldn't answer-- the last thing he remembered was Finn's alarmed sea blue eyes staring into his glassy reds before unconsciousness swallowed him whole.
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