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deet’s lil duck under that shelf is one of my favourite shots of the series i just like watchin her swoosh

[hit-girl]

#girlfriends

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i like to think deet was one of those tolkien-esque elf babies.  like day 4 of life and she was stringing full sentences together,  never sleeping,  and just generally terrifying the shit out of everyone around her.  and that’s what made her dads go yup that’s our kid a great one home we go!

[deetthra-blog]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 ?

                           THE MOON . ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

you’re deeply creative and intuitive, and many people find you mysterious. you can be manipulative and have a dark side that you’re good at hiding, and maybe have a few skeletons in your closet. that said, there’s a distinct dreamlike quality about you — some might even say psychic.

tagged   by   :    stoled from @vapraes​,  they match tagging   :    @dokkstjarna​,  @jokethur​,  @dualglaived​, @sogborn​,  @sogsheir​,  and you !!

[deetthra-blog]

deet’s not interested in sex but she does want to eat the planet

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FOR THE SONG HAS CHANGED.  IT SOUNDS LIKE HOPE.  BUT TAKE CARE,  HOPE IS FRAGILE.

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with deet’s eyes it’s almost a definite she held most of the nightly watches while the resistance were travelling.  she got a morning sleep slot and the rest tip-toed around her whilst they packed up but she watched all night bc her eyes are so well adjusted to the dark and she sees everything.  everything.

[theworldofthedarkcrystal]

i vote rian for horniest gelfling

[deetthra-blog]

⁎   𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.  ››   ⁎

  ❝ All  we  do  is  sit  in  silence  waiting  for  a  sign. ❞

“  JUST BECAUSE IT’S QUIET,  ”   AND IT IS,  SAVE FOR WHISTLER WINDS AND SHIFTING SEAS OF CRYSTAL SAND.  Deet is cross-legged,  her back to his own and watching the blank horizon.  The rest sleep and dream,  but the grottan’s eyes see far too well in the dark to rest them now.   “  doesn’t mean it’s safe...  ”

[dissonantdays-deactivated202105]

when you die they’ll adjust

[deetthra-blog]

⁎   𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫.  ››   ⁎

❝  I CAN TELL that song is very important to you … is there a story behind it ?  ❞

SORROW COMES FIRST,  THE GRIEF FOR A HOME FAR BEYOND HER REACH. Even the blanket of night brings little comfort;  the atmosphere is too large for her,  too nebulous for one so small.  So Deet twiddles her thumbs,  and sings her fathers songs.

“  Only a lullaby.  My fathers would sing to me when I couldn’t sleep.  ”   As of now,  she longs for their voices again.   “  Have you nothing like that?  To remind you of home...  On your firca,  perhaps?  ”

[nature-travel-photography]

An Ancient Bristlecone Pine Tree (This is NOT the Methuselah tree. [OC] 5501x5841 - Wild_NDN

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              ⁎   STARTER CALL   ››    @ARGAENTS​   ⁎

THE DARK TEMPERS THE GLOW,  BUT STILL THOSE EYES SHINE BRIGHT ENOUGH TO LURE THE TUMBELOTHS HUNG FROM THE CAVERN’S WALLS.  Outside the night has encroached,  and Deethra might wander as she like ‘neath the nigh-starless sky.  And would if she could,  but distraction's drawn her eye.  Behind shreds of fog and cloud,  three moons offer their shrill cry.   “  The three sisters,  ”   She offers for she who might be unfamiliar.  Soft is the smile upon her face,  though it turns not to her company.  Only to the free sky.   “  They welcome you...  ”

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              ⁎   STARTER CALL   ››    @FAIRESTFALL​   ⁎

TRANQUILLITY IS THE DIRT ‘NEATH HER NAILS,  THINKS SHE,  and red blood turned violet and violent.  When falls each droplet,  no matter how small the spill,  the earth fizzes,  screams,  and dies.  Thra’s slow murder begins below her feet.  Such is her nature now,  destruction's progenitor  where she sits in her black nest of once thriving foliage.  Now the crawlies have made their home beneath her knees;  she’s lost count of the legs that have dropped off,  doesn’t attempt a recount when her arms lift in a show of the hovel she calls home.   “  Your attempts to save it...  ”    Glumly she means Thra.  She means Thra and all its pieces,  all her friends,  all her people.  Thra as a container,  sorrow-filled and decaying,  as a broiling crucible close to over-spilling under the close eye of Snow.   “  And mine.  Failed.  ”

                    “  What is there now?  ”

[dissonantdays-deactivated202105]

[deetthra-blog]

this savage time is made not for love,  friendship,  nor growth;  it is made only for the Dark.    DEETHRA OF HENSON’S AGE OF RESISTANCE.

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               STARTER CALL.