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tldr: I am on @arbredevies now :)

Just realised I forgot to post a wee message on this blog, sorry! I’m currently roleplaying over on my multimuse blog @arbredevies for the sake of simplicity. My main blog will still be used for the purpose of following mutuals etc. This one will remain up for archive purposes. Thank you! :)

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Just realised I forgot to post a wee message on this blog, sorry! I’m currently roleplaying over on my multimuse blog @arbredevies for the sake of simplicity. My main blog will still be used for the purpose of following mutuals etc. This one will remain up for archive purposes. Thank you! :)

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currently fleshing out freyja’s ds3 verse so hopefully that should be up and running soon! apologies for being so absent with roleplay. i’m considering making a new blog for gehr/man because i’ve ended up with a lot of new followers that aren’t from the rpc so i’m a bit self conscious to roleplay on there. again, i’ll keep people updated on that. in the meantime, i’ll probably drop him off on @arbredevies if anyone is particularly interested :)

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currently fleshing out freyja’s ds3 verse so hopefully that should be up and running soon! apologies for being so absent with roleplay. i’m considering making a new blog for gehr/man because i’ve ended up with a lot of new followers that aren’t from the rpc so i’m a bit self conscious to roleplay on there. again, i’ll keep people updated on that. in the meantime, i’ll probably drop him off on @arbredevies if anyone is particularly interested :)

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A Mermaid Being Mobbed by Seagulls by Giovanni Segantini (19th Century)

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Chotronette

Armour dress

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What do you think you live for?

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Ethyl Smyth written September 1937

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Repost don’t reblog. Write what you associate with your muse(s) and then tag others.

ANIMAL: For Freyja, the snow leopard. She’s skittish in the sense that she will avoid danger at all costs rather than attacking it head on. Only when cornered will she be forced to rear her head, bare her fangs and charge forth. She’s most at home in harsh frigid climates, also. Heat holds many negative connotations when it comes to Freyja. An elusive creature that captures one’s eye for but a moment before disappearing into the landscape once more.

Honourable mention: The red deer. This is more of an aesthetic association- a large, reddish, majestic creature. Deceivingly skittish.

COLOR(S): Amber, forest green, sky blue

MONTH: September. The summer’s heat has not yet died off, its warm embers still permeate the land. Cool enough, however, for a highlander to wander the lands with little fear.

SONG: Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

NUMBER: 7

DAY OR NIGHT: Dawn or dusk; the chorus of bird song is either beginning, or beginning to falter.

PLANT(s): Bell heather, gorse, thistle, edelweiss, common bluebell, daffodil, & foxglove.

SMELL: Wood smoke, lavender, & plum.

GEMSTONE: Tiger’s eye and citrine.

SEASON: Late summer to the end of autumn.

PLACE: The freeing emptiness of an open landscape; the breathtaking view beneath her as she paces along the summit of a hill/mountain. She is miles above anything below, so high that even the birds dare not fly above her head. So far above.

A place where she cannot easily be found unless she wants you to find her and by god, she will always find you first.

FOOD: Foraged berries and other natural goods, typically dried or turned into jams/chutneys for long lasting provisions.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Libra

ELEMENT(S): Air

DRINK: Plain ice water, questionable home-brewed fermented beverages (moonshine), cinnamon tea

Tagged by: @hexenjagd (thank you Cat! <3)

Tagging: @untetheredlittlebastard, @forthesunsglory, @radiant-and-terrifying, @castella-the-tarnished, @austerulous (Rosaria), @deifiler, @goldenmute (Piper)

Not sure if you’ve all done this yet- apologies for the tag if you have! <3

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The Flower Vendor

Victor-Emile Prouvé

1882

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The Penitent Magdalen Carlo Cignani (1628–1719) Dulwich Picture Gallery

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what flavour is your soul?

cinnamon

oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.

tagged by: @abyss-eyes (thank you <3)

tagging: anyone who hasn’t done it yet, i’m late to the game!

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I was thinking about Freyja’s BB verse and I could definitely see her acting in a role similar to simon, lurking unseen and gathering intel. The only difference is that she’s disguised as a woman of pleasure. It allows her to gather information from the other women, customers, other hunters etc. while remaining almost totally anonymous. She became a church member as a change of ‘occupation’ from being a woman of pleasure but ultimately found herself back in the brothels, only this time providing important intel to the church. Latterly she leaves to join the hunt itself, growing tired of merely spilling secrets. Her story ends as a blood drunk hunter, little more than a feral beast to be put down by the good hunter or a hunter of hunters.

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On The Seashore. George Elgar Hicks (English, 1824-1914)

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Odalisque by Georg Pauli (1881)

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Storm by nazolkin

This artist on Instagram

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Surreal Wood Folk Art Prints by DobieDraws

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“…and the kiss was hot and new and world-forming, the flare of starbirth on their lips. They were honeycombs of secret places, fragile and intricate.”

— Samantha Shannon, The Priory of the Orange Tree