— Some of Amanda's fits
Left 🌿 outfit (tsr), shoes, socks (tsr), hat, glasses (tsr), earrings (tsr)
Right 🌿 top, skirt (tsr), shoes (tsr), hat, necklace & earrings
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lowkey work really hard on the last set and im not 100% sure on it... but also if i see one mean comment... i’m gonna cry bc ugh the idea wasn’t completed lol
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yes those are hunter's bones and teeth around his waist and neck
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+ 1 notificiación alew: ¡nueva actualización!
@namise ha escogido el siguiente atuendo para @p0isonivy
( misión #007: el padrino )
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❛ nothing was ever easy , but maybe that’s the beauty of it . ❜ - duncan idaho
the wisdom held in the brief statement gives rise to a waterfall of thoughts and memories that paul has to forcefully push from his mind. ( thinking of caladan wouldn’t serve him now ) duncan’s words outline themselves in paul’s mind with a special brilliance. standing out as a light among the darkness that had taken root in absence of the life he’d left behind.
they were so far now, from anything familiar. the weight on his shoulders he’d come to better understand, but a heaviness to his thoughts he’d yet to fully comprehend. ❝ i fear the difficulty we find here may be too great a sum for me to find much beauty in it. ❞
@kwisatzhadcrach | soft thorns ( accepting )
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podría estar dedicando su tiempo a devorar libros o pergaminos con la mirada, sin embargo, allí estaba, acomodando platos en una carro y teniendo que tomar restos de las bestias que arrasaron con el banquete sin pudor. ‘ ¿cuándo será el día e que la gente aprenda a no dejar nada en su plato? ’ interroga a viva voz, arrugando su nariz, desviando su mirada a su compañere de tarea. ‘ ¿podrías sostener la bolsa para echar esto? ’ enseña la pila de lo que parecía ser restos de carne y pollo, además de algún pastelillo que arrastró hasta el gran plato principal de aquella mesa. ‘ los de hangil, como siempre, no saben comer ’ ataca, cual víbora, sin importarle si el contrario pertenece a dicha casa.
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@valorstool / plotted starter
Greeted by an unending darkness. If not for the sounds around her, she would think herself dead. In and out of slumber, alchemists and healers only able to do so much to dull the pain. Her wounds had been severe enough to render most useless. Thanks to Krile and Alphinaud, she had survived. And yet, she may as well be dead. Useless. A feeling she loathed. Though she knew better than to leave her bed. The pain aside, her wound could reopen. She would bleed and it may fester.
Her own breath is heavy. Even after all this time, it always causes a panic within her. The absence of everything. The blackness that greeted her upon first waking. And for a moment, with the sounds around her, she fears there is another attack. But her pulse slows and her breathing begins to calm. It is just the every day commotion.
She had been using her sight less while she recovered. It may slow her healing to be constantly draining her own aether. She wanted to avoid being a burden. As well as unwanted questions...
But when she hears someone near her bed, she turns to face them. Calm despite the storm within her, she allows herself to see. The aether of all things around her. Like a painting one may struggle to understand at first. And she sees a familiar hue. Renhi’tan. She had heard that he had been injured as well. With nary a moment to recover, he was off to fight more battles. She had wished to join him, if only to insure that he didn’t do anything reckless. With Alisae and Lyse as his partners, she worried for their safety.
She sits up, ignoring the pain that surges within her. She had long gotten used to keeping her face still. She is about to say something when she notices something. His aether is... Different. The color she had grown so used to is missing a pigment. There is something, even just a piece, that seems out of place. And in her compromised state, she foolishly says the first thing that enters her mind.
“What happened?”
She cannot tell if there is something physically different about him. Maybe she should have asked IF something had happened. And yet, with her frequent slumbers and the pain that lingered... She found herself more vulnerable than she cared to admit.
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