make a mercy out of me

we are in truble

The Atelier | The Phantom Stars

Abyssal magic comes effortlessly to her, and therein lies in the danger. Too much grief, too much rage, too much love. Forces bent on tearing her apart from the inside out. Her aether twists around her blade, setting the runes alight, unrefined magic pulsating in the palm of her hand. When she reaches into the abyss, she feels a strange serenity, content with the knowledge her enemies will certainly fall. The question remains as to whether she herself will be left standing at the end. —level 90 compendium

Wherever she treads, the stories grow—like blossoming wildflowers to some, like weeds to others. To her enemies she is the soldier, the warrior, a weapon forged in the blazing crucible of Garlemald’s military, stolen by their foes and unleashed to bring doom upon them. To her allies she is the saviour, the guardian, a shining beacon sent to shield them from harm. But regardless of where she goes or which story she embodies, there is always one constant: she is a daughter of the dark burning bright, with the power to harness the sun’s flames.

—wanderlust

Dance me to the end of love.

höllvanias smoooooothest sniper [ print here ]

we ride for hope and joy and to thrive, however the world may be

—wild fury

No bond stronger than a disabled girl and her disabled cat

christian dior spring 1998 couture // designed by john galliano

rhiannon evenfall - diviner of selûne and a member of the oracles of the moon 🌙

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Quick art

Oops! Looks like another tiny dragon has gotten loose. This one had the misfortune of finding an ink bottle…