#masterofcrafts

[eluthenera-blog]

Joly: June can craft anything Joly: Except fade compatible plugs

[eluthenera-blog]

                                   &&; @masterofcrafts​

June. She nearly greeted him by the name of long ago, only just catching it at the edge of her teeth. Would he know her, she wondered? Would he recognize her spirit in this foreign form? Twice made a wisp of her former self and now younger than she’d been in centuries, Mythal searched the memories of this newest self for the name he’d taken in her absence. 

              “Calladin...”

[cewyll]

masterofcrafts replied to your post “current muses.”

GASPS YOU HAVE AN AMALTHEA BLOG. I HAVE A SCHMENDRICK BLOG. WE SHOULD DO STUFF. (it's my least active blog but YO.)

IM SCREAMING IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A SCHMENDRICK FOR LIKE 8 YEARS ????? OMG?????? DUDE YES CAN WE PLEASE

[unliikelyscholar]

{ @masterofcrafts ]

Dagna did not let herself hesitate as she walked up to the door. The house was huge, impressive, but she had already taken a moment to stop and marvel at it. She did not know much about the makings of buildings, but she could recognize good, solid work when she saw it. But now it was time for action. She had waited long enough for this.

Without any further delays, she lifted her hand and rapped her knuckles against the front door, hard enough that it hurt her hand, loud enough so that she was sure it would be heard.

[eldriitchmamae-blog]

June, listen--I know we’ve had our differences but hear me out. You like cats, I like making things--We should collaborate.

Giant cats is what I’m saying.

[aeviternalisms]

            masterofcrafts has wandered into hecate’s lair

❛  I should applaud you for finding your way here. Not many can. So, what is it you desire? No one ever comes just to visit a Titaness without some want in their heart.  ❜

[fadedforthem]

masterofcrafts [ cont from x. ]

He stares at the one in front of him. 

“You are a God. Death should not concern you.”

He has undressed and stripped them of their titles, their names tattered cloth in between his claws and teeth, bloodied burning in the weight of the things that have been done. The Evanuris are now Creators, and the world they walk in fits wrong on their bones.

“Or has time carved its way through your being?”

[eldriitchmamae-blog]

"How did you get in here?"

        Ghilan’nain flexed her hand, long talon-like claws retracting into thin, delicate fingers that had moments ago torn through an enchanted lock. “I was in need of tools. Quickly.” She never stopped moving, even as she spoke, sifting through boxes and carefully retrieving what she needed. Her latest experiment had been a volatile one but satisfying in spite of the struggle. 

        Careful fingers grasped the so very needed tool as she plucked it from the box and folded it neatly in a small cloth before placing it into her bag. All without so much as glancing up at her brother.

        “I will repay you when I have finished.”