Spinning Threads of Fate

IC and aesthetic blog of Eadwine Wolfheart; Highlander Warrior-Priestess of Nymeia | Balmung-US | curated by: @hierophant-x |

[nemfrog]

Radiating sun. Elements of meteorology. pt. II. 1875. Book cover, detail.

[scytheofdelphi]

[historyarchaeologyartefacts]

Armor of Ferdinand I, Holy Roman Emperor, (Detail of Breastplate), 1549 [2542 × 4000]

[godsopenwound]

I ask god to send a swordsman / and god says ‘look at your hands’

— Melissa Broder in “Problem Area” from Last Sext

[fromthedust]

René Jules Lalique (French, 1860-1945)

Dans la nuit (In the Night) - 1924

[byzbi]

freckles>>>>

[funeral]

[hierophant-x]

Eadwine Wolfheart

Fateweaver - Priestess

“Fateweavers; wandering seers, fortune-tellers, many names surround them. Though some would call them frauds, yet others live by their advice. The Spinner, Nymeia creates the threads of fate, woven by mortals into the colorful tapestry of life. As their name suggests, Fateweavers pick apart the weave of threads with the aid of Tarot, revealing possible futures a person may face. Many of their readings concern death; and troubling visions often plague those gifted with foresight.”

@fate-weaver

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Reworked version of Eadwine’s RP profile! Updated hooks, and a small OOC section added to ‘About’. Feel free to reach out to me here on tumblr for more ways to contact me~

[hexnovo]

birth of a deity

[spitblossoms]

[funeral]

Benjamin Johnston, Four dancing figures. c.1915

[saywasp]

@adark.lana

[jardindefruits]

[andro-womeninarmor]

‘Edith Vinn, the Fallen Blade’ by Benjamin Ee Found here :: Armor for you

[wearepaladin]

Soror Aureola 3d model by Konstantin Rybakov

Soror Aureola original by Maxence Burgel

Not many people know anything about the Sisters of the Golden Mask. No one sees their skin or hears their voice. Some say they cover their faces to hide the horror on their faces. Some say that their faces are a reflection of God and that no mortal is worthy of beholding it. No one knows, everyone is talking, but the sisters remain silent and if you pay attention you will be able to hear the evil tremble as they approach.

[jardindefruits]

“Mix your red mouth with mine… And under the golden midday sun I’ll bite the Apple.”

— Federico García Lorca, Collected Poems (via theperfumemaker)

[wearepaladin]

Treino by Glaudiston Alves