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Oh Comely

@felthier / felthier.tumblr.com

Roleplayer, guild leader, game designer.
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zarin-mimik

nightbornes are one of my favourite to paint! the colorpalettes are so pleasing *-*

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swordmaid

i need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing. my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. ‘cause i am no mother, i’m no bride, i am king.

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concept inspired by john singer sargent’s lady macbeth / outfit inspired by peter gertner’s susanna of bavaria (but it’s green!)

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Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made

Hi this currently has 37 thousand notes and I just want to ask - why?

Big Things Are Coming

💷🥄🥔 BIG THINGS ARE COMING🥔🥄💷

✨ Abundance Spell✨ 

Wealth, weal, and plentiful spoons are coming to me 👏

✨💰🪙🥄🥔💰🌟💰🥄🥔🪙 💰✨

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azriah

To My Beloved;

I had promised, once, that I would sunder heavens and earth should anything profane happen to you.

What I discovered instead, to my deep consternation and agony, was that the fearless nature that I so pride myself upon was found so completely lacking in the domain of my heart’s concern.

Perhaps you will understand with forgiveness in mind, then, that this confession lends greater credence to my attachment to you than any ceremonial vow could dream. For I must admit it was fear that held my hand in abeyance, that restrained me from seeking you out sooner.

I am writing to you now, brought to this threshold by the splendor of a conquered Evergrove, but this victory rings hollow in its fervor.

Though how can I capture in faith the impact of these past months?

I can only express that the news of your maiming ate away my vitality in a way that even weeks in captivity could not. I cannot even spare a thought toward you without seeing you prone as Dawnbrook’s broken shape manifest before my eyes.

Indeed, for days I watched her waste in the hold beneath Fal’thirien Academy after the battle of Sunstrider Isle. The vision is scored on my memory, and these days I cannot separate it from what I fear of your fate.

In truth, this manner of vexation is precisely why I denied you for so long. How could I afford such a reliance on another, upon whose welfare my vigor for life is so terribly hinged? And yet I have found myself here nonetheless, betrayed in all ways by mine own spirit.

I do not know if what they say is true, that you were witnessed leading an offensive on the field of battle after you had sustained such injuries. Hope is but a slight flicker, for who could, indeed, walk unscathed from such a brutal assault?

Perhaps this letter will never even cross your vision. But I am compelled to send it nonetheless.

Do you yet survive as they say, write me in turn.

I know naught what else to ask.

Signed in Faith,

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