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#all mother. ↷ sʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ. ( mythal. )#look at my fc.. look at her.#both my fcs are fabulous fuck everythi ng

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I don’t mind being called a weirdo. There are a lot of people in hip-hop who are probably never going to get what I do. But, by just being myself, I end up touching a lot more people who might never have paid much attention to a female rapper.

#all mother. ↷ sʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ. ( mythal. )#ayye... haha..... bet you'd seen the last of me.

Mythal cared greatly for her People. Perhaps more than she cared for her children. But this was not always the case. Before Mythal would become the Great Protector she was simply a mother. A woman with such a large heart she often adopted even those who didn’t want to be adopted. ( This was why she was deemed patron of motherhood, obviously. ) And her children were no exception. She was warm and inviting and not at all cold and unfeeling. People wanted to be around her. Her People became her children. But as her power and influence grew, Mythal had started to focus less on her children and more on the people who called for her. Letting her children become unmanaged and eventually, out of reach.

#❛ MYTHAL. HEADCANONS.#i dunno i get?? weirdly uncomfortable when people assume mythal was detached and somewhat like flemeth.#which she was not at all. whoops. but okay. my headcanons and interpretations are coming back to me now.

I am lost without you, I cannot protect them as you once did. I am the sword for our enemies, yet I am worthless without my shield. What can I do without you by my side?

The balm which SOOTHES the fire that is wrapped tightly around your DESPERATE heart has now dried from this Well. Left behind is DUST that chokes your DELICATE and raw throat, meant for screams and wails of a FRAIL fury. You are an exposed NERVE with out me to place my palm across your forehead. With me, your skin is COOL and gentle. Fingertips eager to press themselves into the DIMPLES of my skin. We were meant to mold the curves of ourselves together and CREATE a single entity, despite our contradictions. A entity which our People REVERED and sought for wisdom and JUSTICE. Their golden gaze inflating our single EGO like the sun sweltering on a summer day.

Your thoughts are TANGLED, a sword thrashing in the dark. I was meant to PROTECT you while you protected our People. A WEAPON against our enemies, against the evil that plagued our KINGDOM. This was our design, a beautiful SKYLINE of fiery reds and soothing pinks. Do you MISS me as I was before? When my hand fit perfectly within your CALLOUSED fingers. Lips pressed together into a HAPPY grin. Now, you can no longer feel the PRESSURE of my fingertips. A body harshly taken from me because of past TRANSGRESSIONS, because of things my DUTY had urged me to do. I wish the BLAME you place upon yourself would not linger. It is a festering PARASITE that has no business being attached to you. I am YEARNING to set you on the right course, dissuade you from falling helplessly into self-loathing and HATRED. But my arms are now rendered HELPLESS and you are left alone.

#elgarvengeance #❛ IC. ANSWERED ASK.#❛ ELGAR'NAN. HIS TOUCH IS THAT OF A THOUSAND SUNS.#answers this two months later with pain.

spacecadet

#❛ MYTHAL. SHE WALKED OUT OF THE SEA OF THE EARTH’S TEARS.#yea no im never changing my fc lol bye.

thingols:

imagine elves with freckles being looked upon with wonder and amazement because it is said that they are born with stars on their skin

#❛ MYTHAL. HEADCANONS.#mmmm did not plan for mythal to have freckles but nia does. and it really suits her and !!! yes.

mythal’s touch.

There is VIOLENCE hidden beneath your skin. Made worse by the FIRE in your belly. While a drum beats against your chest like a war SCARRING your precious earth. You are PLUNGED into darkness and are content stewing in a dangerous fury. Do you not REALIZE how nothing grows in your violent mind? A mind STARVED for the light that you have so willing hauled away. The ABSENCE of it makes her wither. And SHE CRIES, a greater Mother than I will ever be MOURNS your downfall. If you had any love for her, you would crawl away from the VOID and lay in her arms. Yet, you still sit in your anger like a little boy lost to the FLAMES as it consumes his family.

So, SHE CRIES. Her tears long and HARSH. Large droplets that crash on the SCORCHED earth as a soothing balm. And from them, I step like a CREATURE made from water. Fluid and calm but rugged like SHATTERING waves upon the shore. My fingers are your SALVE as I press them to your heated forehead. And I wonder if my TOUCH helps your distant mind. I run them along your cheekbones and the line of your JAW. I feel your PULSE like a raging river but it is as boiling as the sea beneath the sun. TERROR clutches my heart but my touch is serene. Are you seeing the nature of your ways? Do you see that your violence has destroyed you?

I was born to HEAL your wounds and RELIEVE your sorrows. And my heart is light when you look upon me as if I were made of CRYSTAL. My lips press against your brow. They speak of an AFFECTION already born in me, they have fallen in LOVE with you. And SHE NO LONGER CRIES. For you have found your PEACE with a sun that once threatened your mind. She has ALLOWED me to bear your sorrow. And I CRADLE it like a child. I am your SHIELD and you are my SWORD.

#❛ ELGAR'NAN. HIS TOUCH IS THAT OF A THOUSAND SUNS.#❛ IC. DRABBLES.#elgarvengeance #tags u..... . .. .. j ust in .. . . case.. sw e at s a little..... . . .. i dont .. i dont know how i feel about this.

lovely-starry-sky

He had the eyes of a thunderstorm but the smile of a thousand suns.

lovely-starry-sky (via lovely-starry-sky)

#❛ ELGAR'NAN. HIS TOUCH IS THAT OF A THOUSAND SUNS.#❛ SAL'IN. WHERE THE SOUL LIVES.#lol rip me....

❛ AFXTHER.

Silence follows while jaw tightens, and hands flex.

“They are gone.”

Sadness fills her belly, a heavy STONE of gnarled roots and tangled webs. Sadness is a thing she LEAST enjoys and her smile turns to one of PITY. ❛ Gone. Such finality in your words. ❜

#afxther #❛ IC. SCRIPT.#❛ IN CHARACTER.#❛ ARC. UNSEALED TOMBS OF A DREAMER'S VEIL.

leikamei

#❛ FALON’DIN. A SON WHOSE WINGS OF DEATH SUFFOCATE HIM.#❛ ANDRUIL. SHE HOWLED THINGS MEANT TO BE FORGOTTEN.#❛ SAL'IN. WHERE THE SOUL LIVES.#OH NOOOOOOOO. OH NOOOO O O OO!. OH GO DHD> jlkjdfsdf #( ♡ FALONDIIIN )#( ♡ ANDRUIIIL )

❛ THEHARELLAN.

Some wondered why the Wolf wandered, his head never where it was meant. Those who asked had clearly never listened, for how could one stay still so long when there was so much to see? A vast empire lies beyond the border of Arlathan, how could anyone blame him for wanting to see it with his own eyes? “Some were more than dreams. Did you know in the north they fish using trained birds?” he asks. Had they thought of that sooner he may never have left home. His gaze slide back to Mythal’s face, eyes lighting up at the prospect of leaving once more. Not now, but soon.

“You should join me, one day. The kingdom will not crumble if you take a moment for yourself.”

If given the CHANCE to place her step past the City’s limits, she WOULD. She’d inhale the wind that had not yet been DILUTED by the presence of a working city. Feel the uninterrupted breeze on her skin. ( She had missed the wandering. ) To walk till her feet became SORE, placing herself beneath the shade of a ruin to sleep. Her DREAMS had always been beautiful, as she had been someone to see the BEAUTY in everything. And she had found the living world inspiring. Intricately WEAVED with her connection to the Fade. Mythal smiled, a thing that rivaled the world’s beauty. ❛ No, I did not! ❜ Her chin resting in her palm as she spoke, her eyes FLUTTERING along the contours of his face. She is eager to REACH out and brush her fingers against a stray lock of hair. But, she keeps her fingers still, as he would not be as eager to receive her AFFECTION.

❛ Arlathan’s Protector cannot simply take a moment. ❜ Duty STRENGTHENS her core, her wishes are no longer hers when she BELONGS to the People. ❛ I cannot leave them when they most need my help. ❜ Though, she yearns to see the birds catch their fish.

#theharellan #❛ IC. SHORT.#❛ IN CHARACTER.#❛ ARC. CRYSTAL CLOUDS AND GOLDEN LEAVES.

wordsnquotes

I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.

Leslie Knope (via wordsnquotes)

#❛ SAL'IN. WHERE THE SOUL LIVES.#SCREAMS!!!!! THIS IS MYTHAL LIKE... TO A TEE.#let's just say leslie knope is mythal.

A vase is delivered to her doorstep, filled with white heather wet with morning dew. It is left without ceremony, without so much as a knock. The only clue as to who sent it is a simple note that reads: For Our Protector.

Her DELICATE fingers brush across the lettering. The scent of HERBS and EARTH clinging to her skin as if she had just been cooking with it. She enjoys the SCENT as much as the meaning. ( Our Protector. ) And her heart soars for a moment. Knowing which of her SONS would be kind enough send her such a gift. The Mother places it gently on the table beside the door and the scent FILLS the room.

#theharellan #❛ IC. ANSWERED ASK.#sheds a tear. my bb oqwierewr.

{ ; smooches ur cheek ❀.(*´◡`*)❀. }

blushes a lil. my love! (╯3╰)

#arielshepard #❛ OOC. ANSWERED ASKS.#❛ HAPPY VIBES.

He kneels before her, awed, as always, by her divine splendor. He murmurs words of reverent greeting to the Great Protector, humbled by her presence.

She reaches out only to place her PALM on the top of his head. Her Child – a humble follower – kneels before her as he has ALWAYS done. His loyalty is something that CANNOT be bought and the All Mother rejoices in the love he feels for her. She wonders if he knows that he is her Protector as much as she is his.

#pathofsorrows #❛ IC. ANSWERED ASK.#oh go sh. im... . . . fofijsfslf.. . .

❛ wh –– what's happening to me? ❜ he's shaking, trembling violently. eyes wide & breath coming quick & shallow. hollow gaze meets hers, begging for help.. any help –––––

She had felt his PAIN as if it were her own. Fingers finding themselves in the SOFT strands of hair at the top of his head. ❛ Something EXTRAORDINARY. ❜ She whispers. It is MAGIC. Erupting from him stronger than he had been prepared for. ❛ All will be fine. I promise. ❜ Something lived inside of him. An ANCIENT and earthen energy that had CLUNG to him like the smell of honey.

#archaeologize #❛ IC. ANSWERED ASK.#WH O SAID THIS WAS OK AY O H GOSH.#also this is a cool au we have to have. like asap rocky.

antigonick

We have not touched the stars nor are we forgiven.

Richard Siken, excerpt of “Snow and Dirty Rain” (via ohproserpine)

#❛ SAL'IN. WHERE THE SOUL LIVES.#...... oh gosh...

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