#lunarscorn

[glascs]

❝ i don’t even know your name. ❞

Oh, but you will.

“It’s Ms. Glasc if you’d like to keep in my graces. Anything else? I see it as disrespect—and I have no tolerance for that.” Renata shoots a pointed glance over in the other woman’s direction. Oh, it wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise, and she never broke those.

“Understood? Good,” she continues, not even giving her the opportunity to confirm or deny. Her commanding presence dated anyone to object. “I suppose I should ask you for your name as well. What is it?”

[tsuumetai]

offer the blood of victims, precious silvers and handcrafted wrought irons, books filled with the word of shadows written by the hands of mystics and holy men, the blood of goblins, the bones of nocturnal creatures.

[beneaththeredmoon-a-blog]

◕‿◕ hECK YE

The silver tips of hair began to idly wrap around her hands, as if caressing them as she toyed with his hair.

  “Oh, do not worry. I would never dream of hurting you with it, I merely get a bit... excited.” 

[eciled-moved]

lunarscorn replied to your photo:some anon said i looked like the type of girl to...

that plum tho

💋💋💋

[aspiis-blog]

☮ ♕ ☼

          Pantheon’s opinion on peace is that it is a naive pleasure that must be nice to dwell in on occasion. His duty as the aspect of war of course shields him from this brand of complacency or, depending upon your viewpoint, blinds him with pessimism and pragmatism.

          Aside from Mount Targon itself, Pantheon has enjoyed his time in the Ironspike Mountains and the Great Barrier on occasion. He also found the island country of Ionia to be quite serene and calming, but eventually grew a tad bitter about the location, citing both the uneventful nature and the, in his view, overly material culture.

          Pantheon does not sunburn at all. Whether it is simply because his skin is already so deeply bronzed by the sun from long hours underneath it’s watchful gaze, or some protective ethereal magic linked to the powers of this aspect, is up for debate.

[varus-the-man-of-vengeance]

peck uwu

The archer’s head slowly turned to the woman, gazing at her blankly, apparently processing what had just occurred. When the reality of it dawned on him, he blushed faintly, bringing a hand to his cheek.

“D-Diana?”

@lunarscorn

// Omg, thank you, I love Diana xD <3 

[eciled-moved]

all their favs are poc idk what they're shocked by lbr

you right tho