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                                                 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐘?                                           𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓪.

                                       independent. selective. by blossom.

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𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛. since i have now iconned 5 whole episodes. multi’s pls tell me which muses you want, you can like for a couple. :) 

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𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 é𝚘𝚠𝚢𝚗'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

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“ did your dream come true ? ”

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. in youth, there were dreams of parents coming home and laughter on her brother’s face. in darkness, there were dreams of the ending of times, of being free of the cage she found herself in and eyes that followed her through the nights. dreams were never of her voice used, but a sword. never of words offered, but battling her way through the hurt she’d found herself in. she does not offer these words.              ❝ i’m not entirely certain which dreams you thought would lend me to being in halls like this one. ❞

                   ( WELCOME TO GHOST TOWN. / @pevenlis )

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offers her some food

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. the darkness slips under floorboards, through feet and upwards through her body until she feels its chill in her bones and wonders if she will ever chase it out. she smiles still. she leads still. she has always known her duty. there’s something pressing in her, telling her she must first tell him to offer it to the men, though the low timbre of her stomach gives her away. eyes move upwards, lips twist.              ❝ thank you. this is a kindness. ❞

                     ( RANDOMS. / @pheriannath. )

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𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛. since i have now iconned 5 whole episodes. multi’s pls tell me which muses you want, you can like for a couple. :) 

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é𝚘𝚠𝚢𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚌 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍.

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if you’d like to support the author   /   feel free to change pronouns as needed

*  potential warnings for  :  mild allusions to abuse  /  trauma

“ the shadows were always taller than you when you walked ” “ our horoscopes say we make great friends ” “ now you’re nothing more than a ghost who haunts me ” “ i thought he was a god ” “ i thought he would love me if i became his puppet ” “ beings like him don’t know what the fuck love is ” “ did your parents not love you enough ? ” “ you can’t make up excuses for an asshole ” “ i  ,  the ragdoll in your collection of toys ” “ you take up a space that i do not want you to have ” “ you blamed me for the wreckage ” “ your blood type is toxic ” “ the dead and i now raise hell ” “ the congregation screams holy to your voice  ,  not to your anointing ” “ here lies your pride ” “ this time though  ,  i stitched myself up ” “ i refused to be the next victim that laid at their altar to sacrifice ” “ i fucking hate roses ” “ did your dream come true ? ” “ you tried burning me down not knowing you were fucking with a goddess ” “ i’m not scared of the monster anymore ” “ fathers shouldn’t kill their daughters ” “ yet a monster is still a monster ” “ karma has a way of working and doing its due diligence ” “ with your death  ,  i found my peace ” “ your holy ground burns my feet ” “ i’m still walking through the fire ” “ she wanted everyone to pay for her pain ” “ somehow it doesn’t run through my veins to better understand your actions ” “ i guess i had too much hope ” “ you tried killing me ” “ i’d miss death’s visitation again ” “ you decided it was my turn to be ruined by everyone ” “ it didn’t take long for me to figure out i was an easy target ” “ he was preaching about me on his holy  ,  untouched altar ” “ she’s still alive  ,  in case you’re wondering ” “ the demons have found souls to rest ” “ somehow it’s not god who comes to my rescue ” “ your eyes will always remind me of the ocean ” “ paranoia now has a place in this body i call home ” “ here’s to all the events we’ll never attend together ” “ the seven deadly sins have nothing on you ” “ you’re scared ” “ i hope no one recognizes me ” “ if hell is real then there’s a home for you ”

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𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍. she grows used to the changes in this place as the darkness slips fingers under window-frames and she grows used to its compression upon her ribs. there are moments when she feels the wind on her face and she wonders if they shall e’er see spring again, or if this change shall only slip until the green in the world has gone. she has always adored those things that grow, has learnt to thrive in harsh climates and mould herself into something of a survivor. she learns to take hope with it comes.               ❝ you are welcomed here, my lord. forgive me if we were not better prepared to receive you. ❞

                        ( STARTER CALL / @peredhellen. )

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é𝚘𝚠𝚢𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗. she also has a compulsive need to prove herself and will never back down from a bet.

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𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. her brother and cousin gone from this place and her uncle retreated in on himself, she stands the white lady and bears her burden with steady hands and sturdy heart. she knows what it is to swallow down emotion and lock it behind the cage of her ribs, knows how to be who the people need and forget the longings within her. strength even in this time, duty even before self. she stands, alone if she must, and greets those who come here.               ❝ you are welcome here in edoras. ❞                few have been welcome in edoras in an age, but such knowledge seems unnecessary to pour ‘pon a stranger to herself. she is careful, in all things.                 ❝ though it is only i who may come greet you at this time. my uncle remains indisposed. ❞

                              ( STARTER CALL. / @fearduath. )

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é𝚘𝚠𝚢𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. merry literally comments on how she’s desperate and walking without hope and seeking death. she’s lived through a predator in her own home, as well as the deaths of people she loves and she suffers from ptsd and depression. 

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𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗: éowyn, shieldmaiden of rohan, would have knocked denethor, steward of gondor, the fuck out if she ever heard him speaking to faramir, captain of gondor.

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, and with them she finds she is told that hope and light have come back to rohan. the monsters slide away from the door, their iron grip lessening on her heart. she is lightened, indeed, to have her uncle back with her, to know the man who smiles once more and see his burden lessened. they cannot change what has been, and yet she is reminded that she should be thankful for what has come, should be gracious. they need not see the midnights when she stares through windows wondering if it shall return to them.                ❝ stories of your fellowship had reached us here prior to this moment, my lord. and it seems thanks are truly in order, for your presence has done our people well. ❞

                     ( STARTER CALL. / @simplywalks. )

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𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, though truly she cannot hold anger towards him for long, so much has she missed his easiness and care. now the hold on him is ceased, and she stands once more as child and not carer, she remembers why love has been held for such an age, and kept her true, even when she has only felt darkness taking hold on her ribcage.              ❝ my sword holds as much use as any mans ― ❞               and she resents to still feel the creeping confines of her cage on her body even now, even when the object of her distaste is banished from them. she would fight as fierce as any other, by his side, were she to be permitted, and yet it seems she must turn to falsehoods so she might stand strong.              ❝ ― more so than many others, for i am at least trained well enough to use it. ❞

                          ( STARTER CALL. / @murkyhazed. )