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Archone's creation for the Reforged!<зз

First version of scaling, eyeing serpentine concluded for the oncoming chapter!<з

Within the current character's creation there are approached:

Two dispositions for the Archone - of delicately so demure volitions, within of purely so visual practicality (for they shall not apply the way Archone is referenced, nor there are to be expressively expected changes of the storyline, narration withal, towards the change of disposition). Both body styles expect all-equal sets within the clothes, accessories and archetypes, and hairstyles strived~

Four earlier archetypes for open choosing - within the future, more of them to be added and approached forth. Within those archetypes, a variation of other story's figures to be added and concluded along by further chapters, too.

Seven hairstyles, all-equalised for every disposition, six variations, too, within the eyes!<з

Eight sections of jewelry approached, able to be put within the layers over each one another by a choice. Within of them - two necklaces, two types of earrings, two headbands, one headpiece, and one patch for eye.

And more to be then gradually added by other chapters and date's volitions!<зз

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Ominous, tender light of my elation, all gentle and benign and aching-somber - for that is all adore, all charcoal of a heart, all rapture of my soul and kisses, and thank-yous, all-love of evermores!

Once more was crazed, all-lightened by that delightful presence, and campaign of tall and lovely - for that I may not hold a tone or word sufficient, robust enough to spill onward to what a joy and happiness is authorship of that creation o/////o

For evermore, again and over - dome of elation, aureate rapture of adore from me - to you!<зз

Do strive, please do, too, ponder, Charlotte's Kersten gracious hands and what they've honed!<зз

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I just had to do this quiz for myself and I'm delighted by my own results!

How painful yet beautifully true

Hemlock

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear. It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.

What Poisonous Flowering Plant Are You:

Lilly Of The Valley

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

Borrowed again from @reikatsukihana.

Tagging: @aglitchysylveon @s-p-giffy @mekanikaltrifle @videtur-existentia @foxglovefaun @preachersooc @briarwick-cache @lightandwinged @nehku @vasiliquemort @lynxfrost13 - only if you would like to participate. Curiosity peeks within me. :)

Quiz Here

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"But you are as always meandrous, aren’t you? Your words do dance on thin ravel edges times and times again - and none of them are single-eyed...”

"And so, am I not a dove in the clefts of your rocks? Am I not, then, a roe, or the hind of your field?"

And those are last elations of uttered out, of spoken till the chapter comes onward!<зз

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Adored!

And such went last departure of our delicate elation - till further time, till next of morn.

Next day first chapter to be spoken out, a crawling of tall feather - please do so hither come onward, for us to share and shed along!<ззз

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Adored!

And such went last departure of our delicate elation - till further time, till next of morn.

Next day first chapter to be spoken out, a crawling of tall feather - please do so hither come onward, for us to share and shed along!<ззз

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pierced

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Broke: vampires are vulnerable to the trappings of Christianity only, particularly Catholicism, no matter how dubiously applied. (See: Van Helsing's Communion wafer grouting).

Woke: vampires are vulnerable to sincere faith of all kinds, and atheist vampire-hunters need to believe very strongly in the Power of Friendship or their love of Star Trek to get by.

Bespoke: vampires are vulnerable to the faith that they followed when they were alive, and hunters tracking down an ancient vampire are obliged to learn about Neo-Babylonian theology or Middle Palaeolithic bear cults.

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Daniel Arsham & Hajime Sorayama Sculpture: Holding Hands (2019)

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Bluestar, a prideful monarch of Thunder Kingdom. Wise leader and a faithful knight, who fought for her people til the very end.

[warriors AU]

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Luca Khouri: Emani Edwards and Paris Lewinsky

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Comms interest check —

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She strides in the fall of the forests The one, who is knight of gold and of emerald Sylvane made a rug for her feet out of it's slips The maple fire - are her torches Among birch belltowers Song of glory wind flows The forest opened it's banners - There goes dame of the midlands

Her eyes are flames of verdure In darkest hair - pearls of fog, Maple gold are her crown, Her lips - are open wound Light of the sun dances on chestplate She is more bitter than wine, warmer than all of kisses Sunlight burns her lips over and over again - The Knight laughs, Sylvane conjures

She strides in the fall of the forests In her eyes - vernals of verdures Gold of the maple - are her crown Rubies of rowan in her thenars

Crown of my warmth and adore is for the tones and beauty of the most glorious @darkestphoenix<ззз

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Spotted her on the backyard… (and can you find her frog friend here?) — HD-version, behind the scenes and many other things can be found in my Patreon

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