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Janaina Medeiros
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we're not kids anymore.

tannertan36
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Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
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Andulka

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Three Goblin Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@iwontmakeyoukneel
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hey babes !! iâve been HELLA inactive lately, but me and a friend are developing this whole world around two OCs we made and I got them to make a blog so Iâll post a link here whenever itâs up because iâll most likely be there âĄ
me ?? writing ????? on tHiS account ???? wow.
SAMÂ (Â hellloreâ )
Lips press firmly into a line, exhaling deeply through the nose. Sam was no stranger to pagan deities. That previous experience, however, meant hunting and icing the gods in questionâ not working a case with them. Especially not in such close proximity. â Look man, if you want to rush in there blind and get yourself killed, hey, by all means. Iâm gonna hang back and canvas to get a feel for what weâre up against. â
Fen rolls his eyes backwards as he tries to shuffle to allow some space between them. Though it begins to dawn on him that there is little room to do so. â Do you think iâm enjoying this ? â His voice is hushed and dull. â To be perfectly honest with you iâm getting a bit claustrophobic, so rushing in sounds like a wonderful alternative. â
sorry iâve been SO inactive babes. i miss you all and iâll be back on here soon !!
Reblog if your 18+
AND DONâT LIE.
Walton Ford âGleipnirâ 2012
Happy Munday from your local trash bin. I love you all !!
(Â LAUFEYâ )
Humming pauses at her grandsonâs words, and her gaze grows thoughtful. âItâs an old Jötunn lullaby,â Laufey responds softly. âPerhaps you heard it when you were younger?â
His gaze shifts downwards as he remembers the days he used to spend roaming Jötunheimr. There is a longing for the simpler days before Gleipnir, before his years spent chained to Gjoll in complete isolation. Fen shakes off these memories coming back to reality with his grandmother humming in front of him. â I believe youâre right. â
ANGRBODA OF NORSE MYTHOLOGYÂ
âSHE WHO BRINGS SORROWâ
â Say too much, but itâs not enough Got me wonderinâ, âwhat a lie you hiding?â Did you lie when you called it love? Or am I crazy? Somebody save me â
              ( JARNVID )
making icons is so infuriating when your computer is moving at fucking SNAIL SPEED
i may have done it
wow hello should i make an angrboda ?? i have a wild need to make another norse muse...............
âOld things have strange hungersâ
Indie semi selective Hel Lokadottir Credits: template, psds
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MY MUSES REACTION TO YOUR MUSE â
Î = playing with their hair .
  His hands and feet are slowly thawed by the warmth of the fireplace. Young Fen is caught running out at night, again. Freedom is stripped from his fingertips. Ever since his arrival in Asgard he feels caged. He misses long nights spent free roaming the frigid woods on Jötunheimr.   Surprisingly though, there is a sense of comfort now. A warm tingling sensation runs down the back of his neck, causing small goosebumps to rise on his narrow arms. Sigyn sits behind him. She has wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and her fingers gently run through his hair. Fen awaits the lecture as to why he shouldnât be out alone like that, but from her he doesnât mind hearing it once more.
â = wiping blood off their face
MY MUSEâS REACTION TO YOUR MUSE â
Thoughts swamp his mind, endlessly trying to piece together the order of events. Emerald eyes are focus on his brother like predatory instinct as the blood is wiped from his skin. Time seems to slow around them both. Fenrir doesnât DARE peer down to see the victim at their feet. His blood runs could as he begins to process the reality of the situation at hand. For a while he is unable to utter a single word.               â Brother, what have we done .â
Hey babes !! Like this post if weâre mutuals and you want to become (or if we already are) MAINS. Iâm working on my mains page right now and want to make sure I have everyone. Iâll also be adding everyone to this post. I want to keep it to no more than two of the same character for now âĄ
MYTHOLOGY:
LOKI : @deviousprince SIGYN : @sigrvif SLEIPNIR : @horsetmâ - EXCLUSIVE VALI : @wolfsplit
MARVEL:
TONY STARKÂ : @starkinventor
OTHER: