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sailorshadzter · 1 year

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Taylor Swift Lyrics That Convince Me She's a Jonsa

feel free to send as writing prompts <3

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color

We were built to fall apart, then fall back together

When the sun came up, you were lookin' at me

Long night, with your hands up in my hair, echoes of your footsteps on the stairs

And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

My love had been frozen, deep blue, but you painted me golden

You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it

I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us

He built a fire just to keep me warm

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?"

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true, I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Help me hold on to you

I search for your dark side

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

It's you and me, there's nothing like this

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

I see you everywhere

Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night

I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

I once believed love would be (black and white), but it's golden (golden)

You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding

Marked me like a bloodstain, I knew you

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

And I knew you'd come back to me

I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Those eyes add insult to injury

There is no amount of cryin' I can do for you

All this time, we always walked a very thin line

And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too

And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home

And I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky

I know they said the end is near

I'm still a believer but I don't know why

I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

Whispers of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"

With you, I fall down

But you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you've seen

But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

I am ash from your fire

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

Wherever you stray, I follow

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Your opal eyes are all I wish to see

My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you

It's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it

It's the goddamn fight of my life and you started it

I see you every day now

I feel you, no matter what

And I wake with your memory over me

And time can't stop me quite like you did

My hand was the one you reached for

And maybe it's the past that's talking

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #writing prompts #taylor swift sentence starters #taylor swift is a jonsa #lets not even begin about lover #or how the archer is entirely a song about sansa stark #it all fits #i will die on this hill #we wont talk about exile #definitely will not talk about exile

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garlculean · 6 months

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𝐄HI A TUTTI !!! Say, if you're interested in starting a RP with your good ol' selfish and greedy man W A R I O then please, like this post and I will get around to making us a little short starter. Interested in something longer? Feel free to then send me a IM and we can plot something out together⸺ ANDIAMO!

#｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋;;#I'll give this a moment before I begin writing #gonna hop in the shower fast and eat then begin with the starters #LETS GO!

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amongthevipers · 1 month

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kat pulled her cloak around her as she walked through the open sided halls of the keep. like the starks in the north said, winter was coming and it was even creeping south. the nights were not as warm as they were during summer and when the sun set there was a more than chill in the air. the wind coming off the water had sometimes caused the temperatures to drop, but not so severely that they'd had to pull out their coats to move about the castle after dark. she'd shed it as soon as they entered the hall for the feast below. it was always warm there when it was full.

she fell in stride with her brother when he joined her on the path downstairs. she glanced over at him cautiously checking his expression to gauge what kind of mood he might be in tonight. it was their name day after all, and they'd had a day of celebration. she was somewhat worn out from the festivities but there were still more to come. "have you had a good day so far?" kat asked, genuinely hoping he'd enjoyed himself. "i've heard jaime's got a surprise for us after supper."

STARTER for @devilsnare / joffrey baratheon *

#devilsnare #let the chaos begin!#*[ BARATHEON K : STARTERS ]#character : katerina baratheon

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aresdeus · 1 year

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❤ that button if you'd like for Lord Ares INVADE your inbox.

#⚔ — a battle begins | starters;#might pick something from your meme tag #if not i'll go ahead and compose something #multis let me know which muse you like #*salutes and passes out*

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cosmicangsts · 2 months

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this suit is a bit tight! it's hot out here, the sun is blazing down on the back of his neck ( thanks to his new haircut ! it ' s not all gone by any means , just a little length taken off his bangs and the back because it was getting too long , something that gave his prior companions great grief. for whatever reason ' the length of the doctor ' s hair ' became a sort of hot button topic amongst his former crew , funnily enough ) , and he wants nothing more than to retire back into the comfort of the air - conditioned TARDIS.

these are the thoughts running through the doctor's head as he watches the preacher eulogize the poor soul of the deceased ; it feels HIGHLY invasive ( probably because it IS ! ) , and he knows that he shouldn't be here— he's been apologizing over and over again in his mind from the moment that the family initially approached the gravesite. he's not too close, but not too far. . . blending in with the mourners, he thinks.

' . . . thusly, we commit the body of our dearly departed brother to the earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust . . . '

yes, just waiting for something to happen, as awful as it sounds . . . and there it is. just as he was beginning to feel a bit faint from this unbearable heat, the interlopers appear ; a group of extraterrestrials phase in out of seemingly nowhere— having been rendered invisible by some sort of advanced camouflaging type technology, undoubtedly. not that it did them any service whatsoever, the doctor had been able to pinpoint them standing to the other side of the mourners the entire time with his acute sense of smell. the deafening alien ' hiss ' - ing begins. they've finally spotted him, and they'd already been greatly perturbed that their source of entertainment over the past whatever period of time had deceased ( what was the dead guy ' s name , benton ? ) .

it is then that he springs into action ( ignore the fact he almost tripped over grass, dress shoes are HARD to run in , oh he just HATES these ' black suit black tie ' affairs ) , making his presence known as he dashes forward, voice raising as the first screams amongst the attendees break out, which is a perfectly NORMAL response to seeing aliens ;

" now, now, please keep calm, everyone! i am the doctor, and i've got this under control! " and the equipment to memory wipe everyone present, afterward! what could possibly go wrong with the doctor on the scene?

✦ ( @curamorte liked for a starter ! )

#🏏 ( ic . )#( starter . )#( closed . )#curamorte #LET THE GAMES BEGIN HOOHOOHEE #i'm SO excited GOD these two are going to be SO FUN #thank you for taking the time to plot with me and letting me HOLLER #i love lou so much and so will the doctor !!!#TRUST THE PROCESS .#my first reply using roleplayformatter too i hope it looks less cursed now

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haunting-tales · 1 month

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OPEN STARTER

Muse: OC - Ainsley

Setting: Button House

Scenario: When she first became a ghost

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The young child was..confused to say the least. She'd only come into the house for some shelter. Now here she was...as a ghost. She hadn't expected to just...die. She hadn't expected that this house that she had only been staying in until the storm passed (thanks to the owners allowing her) would be the place she would now be stuck in for eternity.

She was a child for pity's sake. And she was...less than happy. I mean, it's often hard enough for an adult to accept when they find themselves quite suddenly dead, but for a child...it's so much harder. She already misses home...and her family. She hates this.

"It's not fair!" She huffed out. She had yet to meet any of the other deceased residents...so for the time being..she felt rather alone.

#lets begin! - starters #ghosts rp #ghosts oc #Rainy Days - Ainsley

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mythcaels · 4 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 open so that his dark eyes can stare up ( right up at the other who almost seems concerned ). His hand rises to almost reach for @hopeharmed in that moment, dark gaze locking onto the way that his fingers look like they've been claimed by the darkness that he has a power over. ❝ Did I pass out ? ❞ The start of his own corruption, his decision made, something had shifted in his powers and his very soul ( and had knocked him right out ).

#hopeharmed #// HERE U GO LUNE. i like how i come right back to them and it's the beginning of sen's corruption arc to be with lune LKSJFHDGJFKSLD #// but i hope this works #// let me give you another magical duo to have a starter from as well because weeps about them #⸻ ❛ 𝐢𝐜 » sen liwei.

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smilingslacker · 7 months

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The death of an artist || @apocalypta-secundus

The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky with vibrant colors of red, gold and various shades of purple. A slightly chilly breeze was telling everyone just how close they were to the seasons changing, yet the last rays of the sunny day were still warm enough to allow people to walk around in light clothing and no jackets. Amongst those people was a blond guy zipping up a guitar shaped gigbag that he would soon fling over his shoulder and start wondering back towards the familiar apartment building. What had first started as a casual walk to the park, quickly escalated into long hours of playing music and socializing for Noburu, which definitely wasn’t unusual in any way. Taking the old acoustic instrument out for a stroll in public places was one of the best ways to spend free time if you asked him; sometimes it even resulted in good tips that could later be spent on pizza and beer; now that he finally was able to buy his own. Not that long time ago the guy had turned 20, which obviously meant he was finally of age to drink legally... even though it was pretty clear that set age limitation hadn’t stopped him from experimenting before – he did have some odd shifts as a bartender under his belt from earlier years, after all. Thinking about it made the guy smile to himself in amusement. Laws were weird.

After counting the coins that had been tipped to him while he had been playing, Noburu stuffed them back into his jeans’ pocket and looked up. Judging from the amount of fading light, it was really getting quite late already, wasn’t it? Maybe if he took a shortcut down the alleys between buildings, he could manage to order food from the restaurant a few blocks from his apartment before the place closed. With that thought in mind, a new direction was picked, hazel eyes scanning a road before quickened steps were taken, guiding the body towards an alleyway that was familiar enough to be skipped through even with the deepening shadows creeping up it. Not many people were around by this point, but there was an opening after the alley with a small playground placed on it and a young boy could be spotted carelessly swinging in the swing set. That kid’s home was most likely in one of the surrounding buildings which were known to house many families in them so it wasn’t that much of an oddity to see him there, enjoying the last few moments of outside playtime of the day. With a content smile on his lips, the young man with his guitar on his shoulder exited the alley and was in the process of getting around the section of the playground surrounded by hedges when something suddenly felt wrong. There was this odd sensation crawling up on his arms and legs, leaving all of the fine body hair standing in it’s wake.

”What the…” was all that was muttered out before the squeaking of the swing set came to an obviously sudden halt. Instinctively, a worried gaze turned to face the situation at the playground and was met with a sight of the child frozen, legs pushed against the ground yet his hands gripping tightly at the chain of the swing he was still sitting on and that whole tiny body of his seemingly shaking. What had gotten such a reaction out of the small dude was this massive, towering creature appearing from behind one of the nearby shops and locking his wide, yellow eyes with his. It had some sort of bone mask covering it’s whole face with unusually big human-like teeth and a weird hole right in the middle of it’s muscular chest. Nothing about this creature appeared natural to a human, not even it’s screech it let out just before starting it’s approach towards the play area. It wasn’t a beast of any known kind nor was it a ghostly apparition the part-time bartender saw wandering about every now and then – no, this seemed like something terribly dangerous and seriously lethal. And it was headed straight towards the kid. Shit.

Without putting too much thought to it, the blond spurred into action, making a straight line towards the obvious target of the monster, jumping over a small fence and a wooden seesaw while at it. If nothing else, those few parkour lessons he took as a teen sure paid off in this very situation as he managed to outrun the creature to the kid still frozen in place, wide-eyed and shaking like a leaf.

”Dude! Snap out of it, we gotta run!” were the panicked words sounding out as the youngster’s shoulders were grabbed and shaken to really drive in the message and hopefully break the obvious fear response happening. As soon as the grip of the kid let loose of the chain and the crying started, he got picked up by the older male who was fearing his heart would give out any minute now, seeing as it had started racing faster than ever before, pumping adrenaline like crazy. That said adrenaline was the driving force behind the sneaker-glad feet as they took off in a sprint towards the nearest alleyway that would take them out of the open and in the relative safety of a closed space smaller than what the creature could fit in. The hope was that whatever this thing was would simply give up when it realized following them was impossible and go find something else to prey upon. Not that there was any knowledge here about if they would be able to get away by simply hiding away like that, but it was their best bet for now. The kid crying wasn’t helping on nerves nor was his weight awkwardly resting against that very slim, average height body doing any favors for the maximum speed that could be reached. Still, by some miracle that same style fence from before was jumped and successfully gotten past. One step closer to safety. Hopefully.

Meanwhile the hollow had spotted it’s prey suddenly sprinting, instantly waking up the predatory instincts residing within and causing the oversized body to shift into hunting mode. Getting down to all fours, it picked up speed, going from a casual walk into a jog and finally into the full-on running speed. For what it understood, chasing a meal was something thrilling, much more so than just devouring a still victim and definitely it’s favored way of enjoying food. All that was left of the residing soul’s humanity had disappeared by now, alongside that chain that got ripped out and caused that hole to appear in the first place. Everything left was this endless hunger and a need for fulfillment, which it registered as a need to devour any and all delicious soul energies it could find. That small human in the swings had been it’s original target of the day, but now that another second was taken to appraise, a second big set of energy was now attached itself to the first one. That itself was enough to put the monstrous being into a frenzy, the exited screech emanating from it’s throat bouncing off the nearby buildings while it continued the chase, closing in more and more with every big leap it took.

Chills of fear were quick to make their way through Noburu’s body, his breath already uneven from running and now hitching just for a moment when that terrifying sound reached his eardrums. The thumps of monstrous feet running and closing in were enough to make his blood run cold, but stopping and chilling out really wasn’t an option right now. Not when the child relied on him. Not when stopping would most likely result in both of their deaths. Yeah, there was no other option than keeping up the pace, even when lungs started burning and cold sweat was running down into the neckline of an old band t-shirt. The worrying thing was the legs of the creature being so blatantly stronger and longer than his, resulting in speeds that no human would be able to physically reach. Not even if they actually ran professionally, unlike this freelance musician here did. Willing oneself to not look behind was one of the hardest things right then and there, as it was against human nature to not peek at the sound that was so clearly heading towards your way, yet somehow the gaze of those brown eyes managed to stay focused on the entrance of the alley they were approaching. There was no certainty if there was enough time for them to reach it before either one would get seriously hurt and that was the scariest thought ever. Just what would happen if safety wasn’t an option?

No, wait.

It wasn’t a case of if, but when.

The footsteps were way too fast.

Suddenly feeling tension in his shoulders when the realization hit, the young man knew there was only two ways this situation could go from now on. He wasn’t stupid by all means. There was no future where both of them would get out of this safely and simply continue on with their lives as if nothing had happened at all. A quick look towards the snotty brat still crying and clinging to the worn down fabric of the band shirt suddenly made it pretty clear how this all would end up. Kindhearted, cool heroes weren’t the ones to throw a weak crybaby to the wolves just to save their own ass, right? That shit was for villains to do and Noburu wasn’t ready to make himself out to be the bad guy of the story just yet. Not that he would really have much chance to do so later on though, if things were going to go as badly as they seemed to be going right about now. What a truly bittersweet thought it was.

”I’m gonna toss you! Run and hide!”

There was just enough time for the kid to register those words being shouted out loudly, the kind stranger grabbing him by the armpits, tearing off the small hands from the shirt in the process and sending the small human flying towards the shadows. What registered next was the scene of the huge creature reaching the backside of this unknown man, who didn’t have any time to react before a long, sharp claw pierced through the unsuspecting instrument in the gigbag with a very audible crunch, continuing all the way into the flesh and through bones. It didn’t stop before the tip of that claw exited from the blond guy’s chest, ruining the band logo that the small human had been crying against just seconds ago. The strength and speed of the attack didn’t tone down much from the resistance of such a fragile thing as a human body so the claw only picked up the mess it had made along the way and continued on, eventually making contact with the side of a building, creating a large hole at the concrete and collapsing parts of it to the ground. With wide eyes, the child stared at the spot where a friendly face had been just before the moment of the attack. What the kid would never forget from this day on was the last facial expression of that guy.

He was smiling just now, wasn’t he?

#//Let the suffering begin!#apocalyptasecundus #rp #verse: bleach #starter #headcanon #tw violence

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soulsbetrayed · 3 days

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//projmoon starter call. refer to my muselist here. specify the muse please. mulltis please specify yours as well! no cap for the time being. there be spoilers so careful!

#voice of a mastermind;OOC #let our game begin;starter call

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ordinaryheroines · 10 months

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#~ Specify a Muse Please ~ // Meme Tag #~Let The Games Begin~ // Starter Call Tag

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corpsecmd · 6 months

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N had been acting rather... off... recently. V herself hadn't noticed it until she watched him nearly snap at one of the worker drones he'd typically been rather passive around in the bunker. It was certainly a display to behold and not in a pleasant way. A digital brow furrowed as she thought back to that incident. He never acted like that-- not as far as she could remember. Not even at the...

"Hey, not to interrupt whatever broody mood you're in right now, but-"

A small pause as snow crunches underneath her steps, her long tail swept low to the ground and slightly curled forward around one of her legs- a subtle tell to her unease. Yellow eyes shift across her scarred visor, watching him, deliberating if she should continue this question or just leave him be. Something wasn't right.

"- what's your problem?"

"Like, seriously; first you nearly bite someone's head off, now you're skulking around by yourself. What gives? Someone finally fry a niceness circuit in there?"

@disassnbler

#// let the brawls begin :)#this tired old machine is a'rumbling ❀.. ic #locked and loaded ❀.. rp starter #i wish that i could fix it / i could fix it for you / but instead i'll be right here comin' through ❀.. disassnbler #follow the path that leads to nowhere ❀.. queue

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michellexyoon · 1 month

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WITH: @sethelmasry LOCATION: coffee shop, atlanta

Michelle had never been arrogant or prideful. In the past, if she turned down a role, it was only when it felt like a step back in her career. Pursuing her dreams came at a cost. She’d seen what it was like living with very little after having grown up well to do, even if she was not the richest in her hometown. In New York, there wasn’t a role that she wouldn’t have accepted. The same was true when she first stepped foot in Los Angeles. Doors were opened for her and she was grateful for every single opportunity that fell into her lap. Undiscerning and utterly naïve, she counted her lucky stars for the change to actually appear on the big screens, no matter the nature of the role.

It was only as she saw some fame, saw the praise that her performances earned that Michelle became selective. Not because roles were beneath her. But because, if she were to command respect in an industry that already was willing to sideline female actors, especially those that were not yet ‘lead role material’ as she’d been told, she needed to advocate for the types of roles she wanted. Not accept anything that people thought she could fit.

Ironically, now, when she was being offered even fewer roles courtesy of her darling ex-husband and his family, she found herself back in the same position as she’d been a decade earlier. 22 and unknown. Now, she was 32 and close to being forgotten. Which was the reason that she found herself in Atlanta, having finished a shoot for an advertisement. Her shoot was fairly quick, and they let her pack up after a few takes. She walked by a few trailers for another shoot that was happening close by. Though curious, Michelle didn’t bother to stop and investigate further. Instead, she stood in line at a café around the corner, tapping her foot absentmindedly as she texted her agent.

#( c: seth elmasry 1 )#( m: seth elmasry )#//this got longer than it needed to be for a starter so pls dont feel the need to match BUT let the drama begin!!!

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knighteclipsed · 2 years

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heavy armor under a heavier sun.

Rumors of treasure in the deserts of Sreng have been spreading like wildfire in the Officer’s Academy recently, and it isn’t hard to imagine why. Every time the desert is brought up, more and more goodies are rumored to lie beneath the sands. Some claim that you could find mighty weapons from years ago, somehow perfectly preserved. One young student seems to think that there is a mysterious warrior with a “cool helmet” who would duel anyone who dares to disturb his home among the dusty ruins. Even the faculty have joined in on the speculation, eager at the possibility of uncovering supposed relics like “shoes that make you walk faster.” Either as a result of being enticed by the potential for treasure or out of eagerness to prove that the desert is indeed “deserted”, you decide to journey forth into the unknown. At the very least, the harsh conditions in the region should make for good exercise. [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

The hot desert sun beats down on him for what must be hours, a beast far more harsh than any mortal creature that might await him. The arid wastes of Fódlan are not much different from Magvel’s Jehanna, if not more barren and dry. Valter’s mind pushes away the recollection of his defeat (when he had fallen to that prince) — that was nothing more than a distraction here.

The rumors he had heard suggested there would be something worth finding in this place — weapons and some special items were the main point of most’s interests, but that was not Valter’s concern (such could be acquired anywhere, really). He was here for one purpose and one purpose only: to hunt. There could be no other reason for him, one who was sated by bloodshed alone.

Leaving had been simple enough. All he had to do was state plainly that he was going to investigate Sreng himself and leave would be adequately granted. He hadn’t yet earned the right to take a steed that wasn’t his own (which meant he had no steed with him at all), but that would be fine. Even as the sand shifted under his boots, it would not matter when the time came for combat.

He halts momentarily, another figure appearing between the windy spray. What they were doing remained unknown to Valter, but if they were in the desert alongside him, they were either hunting for treasure, seeking his quarry—

Or perhaps they were his quarry...

His footsteps are muffled by the sands, and he moves under the cover of a brief fog of the wind’s creation. When he enters striking range, he sees clearly the figure’s silhouette, and how it clearly lacks the one feature that defined the warrior he had come here for: a helmet.

Lovely.

�� And who might you be? ” he demands, his voice sharp and clear in the dry air. “ I see no reason for one such as yourself to be out in the middle of nowhere. ”

@childofvalla

#[ ‘let the hunt begin.’ ] (starters)#[ ‘the scales that protect the most savage beast.’ ] (heavy armor +1)#[ thread: 'heavy armor under a heavier sun.' ]#[ support: anankos ]#[ anankelotus ]#// hiiiiiiii envy!! we're threading together again <3 #// lmk if you'd like anything changed!! it's currently 2am LMAO

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