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@blodhundyr
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I'm Frost, she/her, 21+ and it's nice to meet y'all <3
I sort of technically have to write 70 pages in 4 days, but AFTERWARDS I will actually be here and working on pages
the soldier from TF2 says a lot of goofy stuff but honestly “if God had wanted you to live he would not have created me” is a pretty raw fucking line
COUNTRY HUNTER I LOVE YOOOUOUUUUUU
@blodhundyr asked : gently touches their helm to his mask / random asks . ( <3 )
𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 - 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 forgotten . It comes to him now — - in the hands of a hunter he knows best for their mastery of the blade and gun . Not unwelcome . IF ANYTHING — it is a sacred act . Something about the act of closeness without skin felt much more precious this way . Somehow , they still reek of the wilds . He finds comfort in this . Their existence — how balanced it all was in the face of things . A perfect union – of wit , ferocity , and devotion . He presses himself into their touch . HELM TO MASK – with just enough pressure to make their head lean back only slight . His own gesture of fealty . “ My hunter . ”
DEATH IS THE WINTER DARKNESS as a sunset dies beneath the cold white horror of Father’s last race; as Artur falls victim to their weakness that horrible freezing night; as the ice overtakes both beast and child, that a hunter might crawl from their cold skins. They have felt in those stilling moments at the hunting grounds, as the blood fled and a battlefield yet separated them from Lifeline’s grace, the return of that frost. They know always the path to Valhalla end will see them trudge through the killing cold once more.
Appropriate then, that the Allfather should see fit to pair them with its grave avatar ‘til then.
HE settles upon their perceptions like so much snow, fresh-fallen at the deep of the season, a chill sweetness that will kill any who would appreciate it unwary. They have never been so foolish; it was his claws they admired first, the glint of them in sunlight like icicles. It was at the sight of him stained red that they first felt the embers of love.
Breath stutters in their throat to scrape old wounds lightly ( like claws ) at the sudden sweetness. “ The seasons have been long ‘tween us. ” They have forgotten how soft the snow can feel, when it is not a killing field.
They will die in the winter dark. They think of this as they lace gloves between talons.
But death has never been their fear.
☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜
“ i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. ”
“ i’m fine, i’ve had worse. ”
“ death too must be earned. ”
“ how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ? ”
“ am i a bad person ? ”
“ family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for. ”
“ are you flirting or starting a fight ? ”
“ i’ll survive, somehow i always do. ”
“ um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection. ”
“ tell me; would you kill to save a life ? ”
“ i am someone who did not die when they should of. ”
“ i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger. ”
“ you can’t protect everyone ! ”
“ i have to try. ”
“ turn the pain into power. ”
“ what doesn’t kill me better run. ”
“ are monster born or created ? ”
“ chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall. ”
“ if he puts his hands on you, cut them off. ”
“ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ”
“ don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that. ”
“ the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. ”
“ something had made your eyes go cold. ”
“ you haven’t even seen my bad side yet. ”
“ everybody knows that i’m a mess. ”
“ i’m sorry i let you down. ”
“ well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid. ”
“ you are not your father. ”
“ even on your bad days, be kind. ”
“ you don’t want me and i need to accept that. ”
“ stay gentle. everyone is at war. ”
“ the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths. ”
“ i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ? ”
“ always be a little kinder than necessary. ”
“ kind words cost nothing. ”
“ i am being perfectly fucking civil. ”
“ we’ll never be those kids again. ”
“ i’m the original family disappointment. ”
“ if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will. ”
“ if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk. ”
“ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ”
“ guess you’ll just have to fight me. ”
“ i never asked to be like this. ”
“ wow. you’re a dick. ”
me before: i don’t want to know Bloodhound’s background, their mystery is part of the charm
me now: What Was Their Favorite Fish and How Often Did Artur Cook It For Them
YELLS
talk about bloodhound and their connection to the old gods. which one is their patron? or do they honor them all?
“ I AM THE HUNTER THE GODS HAVE SENT. ”
Odin specifically, but all the gods generally. They consider their work a form of honoring the entire pantheon of the old Norse gods, for they very clearly consider themself an avatar of a collective, divine will. Care packages are “ favors from the gods, ” they are “ the hunter the gods have sent. ” Everyone up high is lending them a hand, and thus everyone up high deserves their admiration and fealty.
yells.
So, quick update on the life of Frost.
Starting yesterday, I began attending one of the most prestigious film academies in the world. ( I’m not saying which one, but it’s in the top 5. ) It’s incredible! I’m done with undergrad ( I’ll study undead now ) and here I am, a student alongside folks who have been directing and producing and writing professionally in the industry for over twelve years! And I’m their peer! It’s fantastic, and I really look forward to the work I’ll be doing with them for the next two years as I endeavour to achieve my masters degree.
The thing is, however, that the Screenwriting program - the one I’m in, because writing really is all I ever do ever - is notorious for being the most rigorous, difficult, and devouring program of them all. I’ve spoken with a recent graduate of the program, and they were very clear about how much time and energy it’s going to take out of me. It’s life-consuming. Within the next two years, I’ll have written about three full-length feature film scripts, a series pilot, and two spec scripts ( basically fanfiction for existing shows. One will be sixty minutes long, and the other will be thirty minutes. )
I’m gonna be exhausted. More, I’m gonna be exhausted of writing. And while role-play writing here is pretty different from writing original television and film content, it’s still gonna be hours. and hours. of writing.
I don’t really want to say that I’m going on hiatus. That seems pessimistic. I’d like to think that I’ll still be around, sort of, even if it’ll be in an even lesser capacity than usual. ( To be fair, my usual has always been school. ) Mostly, I’m telling you guys about it right now because irregardless of lessening my presence here, it’s also going to pop up occasionally in the form of me LICH SCREAMING about how film is a mistake.
But yep! Keep an eye out in about…. three years, optimistically, y’all might see a show or a film I wrote trending one day. Not that I’ll ever tell y’all what it is, ‘cause that’ll be when Blizzard finally swoops in and one-shots me for my sins. ( Arthas really DIDN’T do anything wrong, those widows and orphans had. it. coming. )
Hope y’all have been having a good night!
❝ studying past combatants has served me well . ❞ / @𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐑 ϟ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 .
“ A WISE ENDEAVOR. Ignorance courts failure.
Be wary that others take such heed of you as well, however. ”
blod is just about the friendliest, most polite muse I’ve ever had, and they will hunt you all down without hesitation and i think that’s real cool of them.
* ◞ ❜ —– ❝ ◞ IT’S NOT ABOUT WANTING OR NOT WANTING. ❜❜ . , meme. ♛ , @blodhundyr . : 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 .
❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 , 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 ? ❞ 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙮𝙢𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙮 . heartbeat passes as 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 rise , SPRING - LIGHT , falling into the lines of his face . patiences analogs like the 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 . . ; , & he paces. ❝ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 . , why do you hesitate ? it’s a simple question that requests the natures of an even simpler answer . .. come now . ❞ & he’s articulate, yet irate . ❝ –— — - trusting , not trusting. fear through bravery. .. 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 . —– , my offer is only in HELP . … CLEARLY , IT IS UNDESIRED . ❞
“ It is an... unallowance, A E S I R. ”
Allfather, give me sight, they have plead, they have been answered, but always it has the boon of a spectator, a favor from a distant gaze. Never did they anticipate divinity wreathed in flesh to walk upon their hallowed hunting ground, and proffer blessings from open hand.
WHO ARE THEY TO DENY GOD?
The charms hanging from their helm chink! small wind chime sounds as they duck their head, reverence and nervousness biding them to avoid those serpent’s eyes - but pride tilts their chin back, until they meet the ice chips of his gaze head-on.
( Valkyrjur, do not decry them a coward - they face their fate with eyes open. )
“ Desire has no place in my consideration. To permit your favor would BREAK FAITH with the spirit of the Game. ”
A wolf favored fleeting by the gods may, in a bloom of bright insight, catch in their periphery the sight of a running stag, and still may the stag claim victory in the conflict to come --- but against a wolf H O W L I N G with divinity poured directly down their maw, the stag falls with the surety of the young tree caught in avalanche.
Another duck of the head, another wind chime rattle -
“ I pray you understand my stance, Lævísi Loki. ”
accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday but god wont let me die so im back