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aaaaaanyhoo i clearly cannot maintain more than one blog at a time so i’m shuffling renfri dear back onto my multimuse so please come visit here there if you’re interested in a murderous blonde princess ty

#self reblog

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aaaaaanyhoo i clearly cannot maintain more than one blog at a time so i’m shuffling renfri dear back onto my multimuse so please come visit here there if you’re interested in a murderous blonde princess ty

#i don't feel that i need to explain my art to you warren (ooc)

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i am terrible at maintaining more than one blog at a time

#whoops i neglected this one for like. a while. #i don't feel that i need to explain my art to you warren (ooc)

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reblog if your gross and murderous muse would have sex whilst covered in blood

#i mean #either me; or a lesser (character study)

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my trauma did not make me soft. your hands did not pound and mold me to be as pretty as you wanted. instead your fists chipped at my surface, your words carved me into something sharp and angry. i am not your obedient dog, laying at your heels. i am the wolf that will finish the hunt you started.

#either me; or a lesser (character study)

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#also why can't renfri's actor ever have #an actual costume like a real shirt #why can't that #happen for her

the biggest of moods, courtesy @cigydd‘s tags

#petition to Get Ellen Hollman A Shirt #though she had one on in the one role #in into the badlands so #that's one (1) entire shirt out of how many movies? #i don't feel that i need to explain my art to you warren (ooc)

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like this for renfri to show some sort of affection to your muse

#self reblog #no promises that it will be SOFT affection by any means.

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sword girlfriend

like a regular girlfriend but with a sword

#either me; or a lesser (character study)

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like this for renfri to show some sort of affection to your muse

#i'll come into your inbox #and you will get. something. some sort of affection. from the sharp girl. #no promises that it will be SOFT affection by any means. #but she will Make An Effort. #idk i need something 'easy' to do #saw someone on another blog doing something like this so #seemed like a good idea

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when i say “i hate men” im not talking about every individual man in the world, im talking about men as a social class, but if youre the kind of man that gets offended when i say i hate men then i do, specifically, hate you on an individual level

#either me; or a lesser (character study)

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listen like, feel free to court renfri all you want but in the end, she chooses you. get too pushy with her and she’ll take the hand you used to touch her with... if you’re lucky. if you’re unlucky she’ll take more than that. but like, courting, fine. expressing interest, fine. but first moves? probably going to have to be hers. she needs to have not just the power to consent but the power of full choice, and that means having the upper hand... at least at the start.

#looking for truths (headcanons) #she's had choices taken from her too often #so let her choose you #expressing interest? fine #touching or kissing without her having initiated or expressly consented? not fine at all #ask first if you want to. respect her. RESPECT her. and you're good. #i mean it sounds pretty no-duh but #she needs this even more than the average person might

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ok who wants to do something in a modernverse with me

#self reblog

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' some people are assholes. '

the privilege of peace || @nihtwulf

Renfri looked down at the urchin girl curiously. Dark of hair and bright of eye, the girl’s age was impossible to guess. She might have been anywhere from ten to sixteen, by her size and the pugnacious jut of her jaw and the sullen, smoking anger which had darkened her eyes from starlight to ashes.  The girl’s lip was split, and blood had crusted at her nostrils. Her clothing, somewhat raggedy to begin with, was stained with fresh dirt and dust and flecked with broken hay. It was obvious enough that she’d been in a scuffle; and maybe she’d won and maybe she hadn’t, but she’d not come out unscathed regardless.

Her head cocked and Renfri’s smile showed crookedly, quick and containing a sort of bitter humor. “That’s true, girl,” she answered. “And some people are worse than assholes.” Her grin, for a moment, was all the bitterness and none of the humor. “I’d call them monsters, except that I tend to believe that monstrousness is what they call the human condition.”

Squatting beside the girl where she huddled on the alleyway cobbles, Renfri seized the urchin’s small pointed chin and lifted her head, staring into eyes which snapped with wolfish fury and wariness… wariness, Renfri noted with interest, not actual fear.

“Someone hurt you,” she noted. Not a question, and it didn’t need an answer. “People used to hurt me, too. Not anymore.” Renfri stood. “Come on then, girl. I’ll feed you and make sure it doesn’t happen again. Not by coddling you, mind. I don’t need a pet or a doll. But if you want to grow teeth long enough to bite them back, I can do that.”

#nihtwulf #idk idk idk #does arya need a horrible mother figure

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so @cigydd was that a yes or

#i just can't tell.......... #lmao #cigydd #tbd

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ok who wants to do something in a modernverse with me

#anyone anyone bueller bueller #i don't feel that i need to explain my art to you warren (ooc)

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@CIGYDD     ;     THE WITCHER, GERALT OF RIVIA.

book + heavily-headcanon based. plot-driven / mutuals only.

#it's ok katie we're all losers here #anyway do the thing #katie is the best

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listen renfri is almost as tall as geralt, she has “eyes the color of the sea” and golden-wheat hair, she swaggers and she has strong, muscled legs and arms, her skin is no longer sheltered-noble pale but sun-gilded and vibrantly healthy. she keeps a knife in her boot. she’s hot, is what i’m saying. this is a fact. she’s that “mark me down as scared and horny” gif, basically.

#look....! #tbd