#thorstyr helbwilfsyn

[aces-and-kings]

Carrd Update - Remodel

Aces and Kings

featuring Thorstyr Helbwilfsyn, and the moon magic band: Alexander Hawthorne, Greyson Evandrus, Seven Sato, Nikolai Cross, and Ravka Kirigan

[the-wanted-man]

PROCLAMATION!

New mark posters are slowly dispersed all throughout Eorzea over the course of several days detailing charcoal drawn faces and their crimes. 

𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻: 𝔸𝕟𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ‘𝕌𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜.’

𝔻𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕀𝕃𝕊 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝔻𝕌𝕊𝕂𝕎𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕀𝕏𝔼𝔻 ℍ𝔼ℝ𝕀𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔼. 

𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕤. 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕕𝕪𝕟. 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕌ℝ𝔻𝔼ℝ 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕍𝔼𝕃𝔼𝕐ℕ ℂℍ𝔸𝕊𝔼, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕪’𝕤 𝕒𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

𝕊𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤. 𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝔸ℝ𝕄𝔼𝔻 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔻𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ𝕆𝕌𝕊 , 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖. 𝔾𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 - 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤!  𝟝,𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕘𝕚𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 (𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝)

𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻: 𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸ℝℝ𝔼𝕊𝕋

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ '𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕄𝔼𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕆 !'

𝕄𝔼𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕆 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕫𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝔸ℝℂ𝔼ℕ𝕐, 𝔹ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 & 𝔼ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕐, 𝕁𝔼𝕎𝔼𝕃 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔽𝕋, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕃𝔸ℂ𝕂-𝕄𝔸𝕀𝕃.

ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 ℂ𝕆ℝℙ𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝕆𝔹𝔹𝔼ℝ𝕐, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕌ℝ𝔻𝔼ℝ 𝕓𝕪 𝕒𝕟 𝕌ℕ𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎ℕ 𝔸𝕊𝕊𝕆ℂ𝕀𝔸𝕋𝔼.

𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝔸𝕋 𝕃𝔸ℝ𝔾𝔼 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕨.

𝕊𝕦𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘. 𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℝ𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠.

𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻: ℂ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼𝔻  𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  `𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕨`

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕀𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾 & 𝔸𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕗.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕨 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕪𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕝 𝔻𝕪𝕟𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝔼𝕏𝕋ℝ𝔼𝕄𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝔻𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ𝕆𝕌𝕊.

𝔸ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ,  𝕂𝕀𝔻ℕ𝔸ℙℙ𝕀ℕ𝔾, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕎𝔸𝕐 ℝ𝕆𝔹𝔹𝔼ℝ𝕐,  𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕪. 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕀𝔾ℍℂ𝕃𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝕄𝔸ℕ𝕆ℝ 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕗, 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜..  ℝ𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙  𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕣  𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖

Each poster ends very much the same - 'Bring all relevant information forward to your local mark agency, or ask to speak with Flame Captain Odh for further detail.`

𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤: @but-first--tea​ (for the death of Avelyn Chase) | @thorstyrh​ | @luck-and-larceny​ 

[aces-and-kings]

I did it in cm but essentially: 7'5", 7'3", 7'2", 6'8", 6'5" ish, 6'5".

Feel free to @ me in a height comparison with any. I always find myself surprised at how tall or short other ocs are cause I think our brains automatically assume reasonable heights during writing.

thank you @vasheden!

Chart is here. Don't be a dope like me, change it to feet. lol

Also from now on all of my oc ducking as they enter through doors is a thing. Oops?

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Hurt

The salty sea air clung to Thorstyr's clothes as he staggered back to the Mizzenmast Inn, having spent the evening drowning in whiskey. The dimly lit hallway seemed to sway and twist, playing tricks on his blurred vision. He fumbled with the key to his room, cursing under his breath in that thick duskwolf accent. Finally managing to unlock the door, he stumbled inside, the room spinning around him. How had he gotten back to Lominsa? How long had he been back? Hours? Days? His crew? Nay, every last one of them, dead or scattered to the wind. Llymlaen spare him. Tired. So gods damned tired. Too tired for so many questions.

His heart weighed heavy with memories that he couldn't quite sort out from one to the next. He had seen so much in his life, faced so much, but the ache in his chest felt insurmountable. Thor was a man of action, always pushing forward, but tonight, tonight he was the King of Pity.

With a frustrated roar, he swept his arm across the small table near the door, sending bottles and glasses crashing to the floor. Whiskey spilled, mixing with the shards of glass. He barely felt the sting of the cuts on his hand as he stumbled further into the room, knocking over a chair and kicking at anything in his path.

"Damn it all!" he shouted, his voice raw with pain. "What's tha fuckin' point!?"

Thor's fenrir statue, usually a symbol of pride and freedom, crashed to the floor, its once strong form now shattered like his own spirit. He sank to his knees, the room spinning around him. Tears mingled with the alcohol on his cheeks as he clutched at his chest, feeling the pressure of the entire world pressing down on him.

His life had been a constant struggle for acceptance and belonging. The rejection he faced from his own father still haunted him, even after all these years. And then there was his love life, or lack thereof. Wounds that refused to heal, a hole in his heart that no amount of whiskey could fill.

"Why do ah even bother?" he slurred again, each syllable dripping with bitterness.

In his drunken haze, Thor found himself grappling with his identity, his place in the world, and the ever-lingering question of whether he was doomed to be alone. He longed for someone to understand him, to see past the rough exterior and the scars, to stay, to show him he was more than the monster he felt himself to be. It seemed an impossible dream. He froze and glanced down, eyeing his bloodied palms and the glistening reflection of light upon the shards of glass embedded in his skin. These hands had inflicted so much harm. Right or wrong, they were the hands of a murderer. Garbage. Putrid. If he'd condemned himself to this fate of wallowing piss drunk alone in yet another inn, what was the point? He was dying inside, if not dead already.

Another sudden surge of anger, an emotion that often masked grief for the big brute, and Thor swept his arms across the dresser, sending toiletries and mementos flying. Among them was Red's letter. He clutched it tightly in his hand, covering it in an ironic crimson as his heart wrenched with every beat. The betrayal of someone he'd thought was a friend washed over him like a wave. That Semex could do such a spiteful thing, there really weren't words. What purpose had it served? It only caused Thor greater loss, and Red, more pain. "...bastard."

The room bore witness to the meltdown, the destruction reflecting the turmoil within. Thor was a storm, wild and untamed, and in his drunken rage, he felt a momentary release from the loneliness that shackled him in place.

But as the whiskey dulled his senses, exhaustion offered a countermeasure. The room swayed less violently, and the anger gave way to a deep weariness. He slumped against the wall, the letter still clutched in his hand, and allowed himself to succumb to sleep.

In the morning, he would wake with a splitting headache and a room in shambles. For now, in this moment of despair, he let himself feel vulnerable. He let himself feel lost. Each and every ache, a reminder, no matter how big or small, that he was still breathing. This wasn't the end, no, not yet.

And in that moment, as the sea breeze whispered through the cracked window, Thorstyr surrendered to the darkness, finding temporary relief in the oblivion of sleep.

[aces-and-kings]

Found this old reaction to an ask and commission @under-the-blood-moonlight did with Thor and her oc as well as my two favorite guys. ♥

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Barbie Day 07/21/23 - All my Ken dolls

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"When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life, I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time." - Jamie Cullum

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🌶️ - can they handle spicy food? For Thor! 😋

"Mh. Ah don' often git tae sloch spicy food, but aye, ah lik' it well enough."

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Thor actually *loves* spicy food, but as he said, he rarely gets the chance to taste it. Most of what he orders is the cheaper side of inn food and liquor. As far as cooking himself, he's limited to bacon (which he burns) and toast (which he burns) and coffee (which much to his disagreement is NOT actually a food group.

It's probably one of the best ways to score brownie points with him (an ironic saying since he's not big on sweets). If your oc can cook, and the result is some delicious, spicy meal that gets his blood flowing, and his heart racing, you've won him over. A bit anyway. He's somewhat of a thrill seeker, to 'feel alive', and however subtle, spicy food has that oomph that more bland food just doesn't. Thanks for asking @roguestly!