#oleandershaman

[explosivedarling]

✸!!!

MEME // Accepting

✸ I want to plot with you 

Hey you’re totally welcomed to throw ideas my way <3

[wastelandmessiah]

            apocalyptic secret santa gift for @oleandershaman​ !!! i had a lot of fun doing this (even if i had to add her markings at the last moment cos i forgot rip) and just,,, hhh,,,, what a beautiful girl. i hope you’re having a great holiday season!!! ur secret santa loves u, mwah.

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i would love to see more of val on my dash. from what i have read, he has so much potential! he is in a way elegant despite the ills of the wasteland. it also helps that he seems to have some symbolism & iconography of the celestial! an aesthetic that is close to my heart!

Stars, stardust, and ash, yo. It’s all you really need to know about Val. Joking aside, that actually means a lot to me, and I’m really glad you enjoy Val’s presence, rare as it may be nowadays. Hopefully I can change that soon, but we’ll have to wait and see.

[indeincinerem-archive-blog]

❝you are a sojourner ; you have come to this land to seek refuge after the fall of an empire. what you wished to escape & avoid at all costs, you will come to face. a man must accept his past or be destroyed by it.❞

“…”

Speechless. Mouth not agape, but still a blank stare as Valerian struggled to reaffirm his grasp of the language in response to the woman’s words. Her scarily accurate shot in the dark. He’d been raised on the concept of angels, but had his faith ever faltered he was certain this woman would’ve been the one to make him a believer again. 

An angel. That had to the explanation.

“What, um… what gives you that impression?”

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oleandershaman replied to your post: ��!

{ /CLUTCHES CHEST! }

{Ras’ musical tastes is all over the place, but oh man he loves folk and new age, along with classical the most. So she gave him a huge opportunity.}

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🎧!

Isis - Tina Malia

[synthmama]

reaches for quinn's wrists to turn her palms over. delicately sets an ornate white handkerchief —— embroidered colorful flowers.

When Quinn was young, she remembered silk. 

Guests would come, and her mother would always lay out the silken sheets ( cream colored, Charmeuse ). Renata was a woman of prac-ticality. She preferred cotton and wool; simplistic cuts and designs over needless embellishment. Her mother forded very little patiencefor ‘nonsense.’

But there are roles to be played, and images to broadcast in the name of power. The sensation of fabric gliding across skin brings old, old, old memories back. It gives Quinn pause, before her eyes turn sharp. She wonders, too, if Pythia plays the same games her mother did. Wrapping hospitality up in mulberry silk, constricting just tight enough to show the other person just what she has, what she’s capable of. The handkerchief sinks against freshly-calloused palms, a weight of a different time.

“It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen something like this.” Quinn admits. She peers at the shaman, and though she smiles, the curiosity edges her gaze. 

“---You really must share the story behind it.”

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✉ — I want to plot with you.

✎ — I love the way you write your muse(s).

Okay, for real I find your muse to be to very intriguing and your posts all look so beautiful and so nice looking I’m just in awe. I totally followed you just expecting to admire from afar. But I would love to plot with you! I’m sure we can come up with something.

Considering how lovely I find your writing and instantly fell for your muse this is really flattering. Thank you so much, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry if I sound like I’m on repeat here, I just never really know how to respond to this kind of thing to be honest.