Liara

Liara Duskprowl 22 Years Old Wildling girls who run with the wolves aren't here for boys to love 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 It’s not that she’s born brave. It’s not that she’s born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided this one will have grit and fire and steel in her blood. She will face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one? This one was born to fight. It’s what she knows. It’s what she does best. It’s all she can do. [ Inspirational blog for my FFXIV character. She can be found in game on Mateus ] side blog to @dreaming-reli Face Claim: Phoebe Tonkin

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[rpvisualosities]

[comadidas]

[betsydobsons]

Selene, mythology meme (1/3)

— She was the goddess of the moon, which she drove every night across the skies. Selene was linked to Artemis as well as Hecate; all three were considered lunar goddesses.

[gabriellightwood]

“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.” ― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

[bienenkiste]

Midnight | Photographed by Yvan Fabing for Exhibition Magazine

[ofallingstar]

The heart dies, a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves… until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. 

[the-survivor]

Still unsure about the hairstyle but yay FFXIV

[meiselr]

Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | fairytale horrors

I’m a little in love with your sadness, mildly in love with your badness and wildly in love with your madness.

[october-samhain]

[italianoutlanders]

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Collecting herbs ig:roux.fox

[i-live-for--the-aesthetic]

moodboard : astrology witch

requested by @come-trip-with-me

[agilneanrose]

[brightdayboards]

Aesthetic: Huntress

Come, blunt your spear with us, our pace is hot and our bare heels in the heel-prints— we stand tense—do you see— are you already beaten by the chase?

We lead the pace for the wind on the hills, the low hill is spattered with loose earth— our feet cut into the crust as with spears.

We climbed the ploughed land, dragged the seed from the clefts, broke the clods with our heels, whirled with a parched cry into the woods:

Can you come, can you come, can you follow the hound trail, can you trample the hot froth?

Spring up—sway forward— follow the quickest one, aye, though you leave the trail and drop exhausted at our feet.

(Hilda Doolittle, 1886)

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You’re a witch. There’s never been a time when witches were cuddly and embraced by their people, my dear. Every culture has had walkers-between and that frightens people. We’re wild, with fire in our blood, wine in our bellies and the moon in our souls. We’re the frightening people who talk to spirits in the woods.

Oakthorne (via sautrah)

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