SHIELD ⚔︎ BORN

[shieldborn]

SHIELD BORN - an independent, highly selective original character multi. dice rolled by sam (she/her, 24).

exploring themes of STAYING TRUE IN SICK PLACES, THE ACHE OF AN UNREACHABLE PAST, and REMOVING THE SHAME OF TRYING. [CARRD] ; [TAGS] ; [HANK HALL SIDEBLOG]

***LOW MUSE. PROBABLY FOLLOWING YOU FOR WARARRIVES.

nora hashal — is a human oath of glory paladin, cast from the world she knew into the world of madness. she awoke in the shivering isles alongside four strangers, all of them stripped of any memories of their past lives and bearing a mark upon their skin naming them the mad god's champions. as they rebuild the god's fallen kingdom, nora tries to ignore the chasm within her where answers to her unasked questions lay, not knowing that she had been haunted long before she ever arrived to this world.

[BACKGROUND] ; [OATH] ; [VERSES] ;

corrin hilltopple — is a halfling artificer / fighter that first left home not to adventure, but to open a shop. she spends those first years working to lure as many mages and vagabonds as she can through her door, trying to learn everything about their world as they stop along the way to their next grand adventure. after enough study, she gets the push she needs to sell the shop and seek out the world for herself. she finds herself in amberstorm, where she joins an adventuring group under the masters of amber.

[VERSES] ;

[shieldborn]

do you guys hear something?? it's just probably just the wind right?

[wildwests]

#WILDWESTS / cowboy blog ! the blog for a cowboy

[rcsfield]

@ RCSFIELD !! indie & mutual exclusive joshua rosfield. adaptable to any verse, theme & concept. very oc & crossover friendly.

beloved by phoenix. graphics by @saltwaters 🪽

[rcsfield]

🔮 + dragon age? :0

SEND ME A 🔮 AND I’LL DO A STANDARD TAROT READING FOR YOUR MUSE !!

card 1 ( past ) ; five of staves (wands), upright. when drawn in the upright position, the five of staves (wands) represents competition, conflict and struggle. it alludes to a time of challenges and obstacles in nora's life, where she may find herself facing opposition and competition from others. the five of staves encourages nora to be assertive and stand her ground, but also be mindful of cooperation and collaboration if the need arrives. find constructive ways to navigate conflicts and disagreements, don't resort to aggression or hostility.

card 2 ( present ) ; the high priestess, reversed. when drawn in the reversed position, the high priestess may indicate that nora is ignoring or repressing her intuition, that she feels disconnected from her inner wisdom or is experiencing confusion and uncertainty. this card suggests a need to delve deeper into the subconscious mind, to uncover hidden truths and insights that nora might be otherwise neglecting or turning a blind eye to. the reversed high priestess warns against ignoring gut feelings or intuitive nudges, as doing so may lead to misunderstandings and missed opportunities for nora. this card asks her to trust in the process without needing to have all of the answers immediately.

card 3 ( future ) ; the fool, upright. when drawn in the upright position, the fool represents new beginnings, fresh starts and embracing the unknown with a sense of optimism and adventure. with this card comes a willingness to take risks and for nora to step out of her comfort zone, to embark on a journey of self-discovery. the fool encourages nora to live in the present moment, free from the constraints of past experiences or future worries. approach life with curiosity and openness to new opportunities, trust in the universe to guide the way.

[shieldborn]

VISAGE - NORA HASHAL VISUAL REFERENCES

[rcsfield]

#RCSFIELD ; 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘎𝘖𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘓𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘠 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙄 𝘼𝙈? ( PROMO )

indie & very personal interpretation heavy joshua rosfield from square enix's final fantasy xvi. no prior knowledge needed of source & ocs / crossovers highly encouraged ♡ beloved by phoenix, 27, he/she & uk 🪽 can mesh with any verse & concept.

rules / joshua / verses / newcomer friendly lore.

interest tracker. more info in pinned.

[wildwests]

rhett's birthday starter call.        @shieldborn / nora ♡ for a starter

“ so you crashed and burned in the city, and winded up on your ass… ” rhett tilts his beer up, taking a sip as he eyes nora a little harder before he seems to give in. “ i tried, twice, to run off to the city and never look back. didn’t stick. didn’t even make it to the city, so… ” leaning back in his seat, “ you at least made it farther than i did. ”

[shieldborn]

Nora holds his gaze, keeping a scowl barely at bay. She can't hide it from her shoulders, which hunker down against her will. She's been walking for a while and at first she was fine to walk along the road with the slight breeze for company, but the day's heat had made her irritable. And there's Rhett Abbott waiting for her. It had been a little while since she'd seen him, and it felt longer still. And had she known she was going to run into him dust-covered with sun chapped lips, she would have stayed gone. When the turn of his mouth breaks, she can't help but let out a laugh. In relief, in surprise, with all of the feelings she had been holding on to on her way. She takes another look at the farmhouse. She had been walking towards it since it came into view, but seeing Rhett casts a new light over it. It's worn, and while some of the paint chipping off looks older than he is, Rhett looks perfectly in place on the porch. It's more than she expected either of them to have by now.

"This all yours?" slips out as she trudges closer the house, pausing a few paces from the porch with her hands on her hips to take it in. "It's nice." The sincerity of the word surprises her even as she says it, and she reaches for more before their unsteady reunion sours in misunderstanding. "You made it far enough out that I haven't seen anyone else for, what? Couple miles at least."

[wildwests]

#WILDWESTS / cowboy blog ! the blog for a cowboy

[rocteer]

GEEZE, KID, YOU GOTTA GET TO A HOSPITAL. 𝘕𝘖 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘋𝘖... 𝘐 𝘎𝘖𝘛 𝘈 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘏𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘖'𝘚 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘋 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘍𝘍. cliff secord aka the rocketeer. movie & comics canon. @rocteer

[lvebug]

watching him in the entry as he cracks a bar stool across a guy's head, andie thinks distantly that she understands the urge. everything, though, is distant these days. she swings and doesn't feel the wind. she takes a breath and her lungs don't expand. her heart beats in her chest and she doesn't feel it—her heart's not in her chest anymore and the person it belongs to isn't here and he took it with him when he left.

but there's something in her that must be capable of breaking because it does so now. splintering her into another piece.

(how she keeps standing like this with so many cracks and nothing left to hold them all together, she isn't sure.)

don had died to save people. and he wouldn't want this.

"i can't go home," there's the barest hesitating pause before she says, plain and matter-of-fact as the sky, "he's not here." it's the kind of line that seems likely to get her punched next, but it's just the simple truth of her.

without waiting for him to say anything, since she doesn't want to know what he has to say to that, she steps over the bashed-into threshold and into the street. "what are you doing, hawk?" it's not accusatory. it's not anything, except maybe resigned to the fact that it's going to feel like this forever.

[shieldborn]

Hank dumbly lets go of his grip on the guy's shirt, letting him slump back against the table as Andie turns around. The syrupy burst of sweet from the cherry is gone, leaving a bitter aftertaste from whatever drink he had pulled it from. It sticks in his mouth. Now that everything's over, the world starts to come back. A distant siren, murmurs of a concerned crowd outside, the light tapping of a knocked drink slowly dripping its contents onto the floor. Everything hovers around him, pushing its way back into his periphery from the haze of the fight. Andie's voice clear through all of it. Fucking shit. He can feel the suit want to pull away, and his fists clench again. This is why he didn't want her here. This is why-- he lets the spark of annoyance catch and bloom into something warm, untangling his fists, deliberately, tension moved to the back of his jaw. He finally joins Andie by the road and tries to not notice that the bar patrons back up a little as he walks up. One of them is filming, maybe. He walks off to the right and the small crowd parts in front of him. He's pretty sure there's a subway stop a few blocks over. Maybe the other way. "What needs to be done." He turns to look at her, assuming she'll follow. "You sound tired."

[happyheidi]

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

[shieldborn]

Continued from here | @seamotifs

"What? I don't need..." his voice trails off as he turns his head and scans the rest of the diner. There's a good number of customers, and no seems to be giving the pair of them any notice. Weird fuckin' town. Weird waitress making him feel like he's the crazy one. He cranes around the edge of his booth to try to catch her in hers, though she's faced away from him. "Is this like a thing here? Does everyone's breakfast come with them getting attacked by wild animals or am I just so lucky?"

[helsex]

Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

[shieldborn]

It doesn't surprise Hank to see Lovebug show up. He was making a lot of noise. Everyone had run out of the bar when the fighting started, and then it was just him and these four bozos making trouble. Since they wanted to get back up and fight, sure, Hank would bite. Worst choice they could have made, but he could use a good warm up. The one in the blue shirt that he had tossed aside a minute ago lets out a grumbled cry as he rushes him from behind, real smart, and Hank doesn't even look over his shoulder, grabbing a bar stool in one hand and swinging it behind him, cracking it over blue's head. Blue collapses, might have a concussion later, but it doesn't seem like he was that sharp to begin with.

The other guys were already out cold. Hank steps over one of them on his way out, grabbing a cherry from the top of someone's abandoned drink. "Go home, Andie." He doesn't mean home, she knows what he means. This, this city, this job. Just, away from him. If Andie sticks around she won't find anything she likes, and he's not ready to call it a night just yet. He's rarely at his apartment anymore, mostly to sleep, which he doesn't do much of. Spends more time out on the streets, and trouble always seems to follow. Guess even after everything, some things stay the same.

Andie. He didn't bother to hide it, no one was conscious to overhear him anyway. And he wasn't talking to Lovebug. Lovebug is sticky, and not good at letting people's business be their own. Andie might, if he's lucky. He was actually having a good night so far, and didn't need a lecture to ruin it. One of the guys groans lightly from where he's collapsed half across a table. Oops. Maybe one's a little conscious. Easy fix - a hand hooks around the back of his shirt collar and after a solid crack against the wood he's golden again. There's probably a billion Andie's in New York anyway, or something. | @strangewonderful

[seamotifs]

here's a questionable looking diner, tended to by an even more questionable waitress. teddy doesn't say anything when she places the order on the table, but there's a (very) intrusive stare, peering into the features of her current customer's face. details, details. that's what she's looking for. (just double checking that her work is accurate — it always is.) from her apron pocket, she pulls out a napkin and sets it down next to the plate. "that's you, getting mauled by a bear." extremely detailed and graphic, to say the least. there's another one of her looks, as if to say you're so welcome. "i'm on a break now, so i'm gonna sit down here. if you need anything else, you'll just have to wait."

OPEN TO MUTUALS. A RARE OPPORTUNITY, IN FACT.

[shieldborn]

Hank barely registers the waitress as she puts down a plate in front of him, eyes glazed over as he scrolls past half-loaded tweets of idiots arguing with each other and "alpha male" health hacks that promise you'll lose 30 pounds in a day or some shit. He's been refreshing the page since the hotel and hasn't been able to open anything, and it's driving him crazy. When his breakfast slides into view he's tapping a video of some guy on a skateboard trying to do a trick off a staircase. He absentmindedly digs in, giving a half glance her way and a short "Thanks," before he turns back, knowing he'll find a buffer hiding the kid's fall. Instead of leaving, the waitress sets something else down. 'That's you.'

"Whupt?" slips out through a bite of hashbrowns. It is clearly him in the drawing. He spends her next sentences trying to figure out if he knows her from somewhere, somewhere other than this random-ass diner that would explain this, but is left with nothing as she goes to sit down. "Hey, lady! Is this some kind of joke?!" he calls after her, lamely waving the napkin in his hand as if there could be any confusion.

[dogrotpdf]

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