Ѯꛨ ƝƖƓǶƬⳜ ⰙƑ ⳜǶƖƑƬⰙƁƸⱤ 🎃 ̟࿔*:⋆
(tumblr was being weird to me for the past few days, so excuse the very late post.)
𝙏𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮...𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝟮𝟴
ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs; ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ sᴀʏ?
If I could write a letter to anyone in my Throne of Glass DR, it would be my father, Artemis. The letter would entail everything I've done during my time away from the Underdark and my plan to rescue him from the city of Menzobarrenzan.
𝙒𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮...𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝟮𝟵
ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍs; ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ?
I'm so glad you asked! (No, seriously, I've been waiting to copy and paste this from my script for everyone to see.)
The day I arrive at the docks by the Avery River in the Northern Continent at dawn is when the clouds will cover the rising sun, and shadows lengthen to the closeness of my presence.
The ship will pull into the harbour with no name carved into its prow. No flags. No banners. Just a sleek, obsidian hull that drinks in the bleak morning light and gives nothing back.
The dockhands go still as they see me.
I step down the gangplank in silence. Serelith Ravaryn, the infamous assassin from the Eastern Continent--the name was already spreading like wildfire, thanks to Maeve. No one knew who hired me. No one knew what I looked like.
Until now.
I move like something sculpted from dusk. My presence shimmers like heat off desert stone; unnerving, magnetic, impossible to look away from. Ivory-toned skin cloaked in black-and-brown leathers appear too elegant for a mercenary, too practical for a noble. My hair is a curtain of midnight ink, pinned back with silver blades instead of jewels. My eyes are sharp silver like a crescent moon.
I will not scan the crowd. I already know who matters and who doesn't.
When the noble, one of the men from the King's council, and a dozen or so guards approach to escort me through Rifthold, I do not speak. I don't need to. I simply turn my head–the faintest tilt of the chin–and they move like they'd been commanded by something profane.
Behind the glamour, no one sees the truth. They don't see my true skin, dark as sacred mauve. They don't see the shadows that tremble and reach around my ankles like leashed wolves.
I am no girl from the Eastern Continent. I am a spider carved from darkness and strategy. A Drow-born sovereign of silence and chaos.
And the people from the Glass Castle had just invited me into their home.
𝙏𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮...𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝟯𝟬
sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ; ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀ!
𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮...𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝟯𝟭
ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ; ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇs?
I celebrated Halloween by handing out a bunch of candy to the children in my neighborhood. Keep in mind, it was around 40° F with very high winds (4.4° C), so my dad ended up putting a brazier in the front lawn to keep everyone warm. I made sure to wear my winter jacket and gloves, along with my cute uggs. Brought a blanket too, because goddamn it was cold. I think I might've stayed out there for two hours, sitting in a camping chair while freezing my ass off, before going back inside.
(all credit goes to @alyinreality, who created this event. hoping for more creative events like this in the future.)












