#nattmara

Hi Anon ! 

Thank you for your kind words XD. I’m glad you like it. Also same here, I love that book!  So many good stuff happening on that book.  I really wish Disney adapt  FoS to a movie at some point.... Also here have some Elsa and Nattmara . I Still cant draw wolf

This is Raven Dust! She is one of my older ocs I made when I was in elementary school. She is the daughter of the Nattmara and is 1,706 years old. Her birthday is January 21st which she shares with her twin brother Hawk. She’s from Norway and can speak a little bit of French, Japanese, and Old Norse. She’s fluent in Norwegian, English, and German. She’s currently learning Gothic.

Raven is a confident, creative, and fun person. She likes dark clothing, metal (goth, Viking, a tiny bit of pop, industrial metal) music. She’s a musician and is famous for her music. Hawk helps her with the music. Raven likes to write as a coping mechanism and sometimes turns them into songs. Raven likes to draw as a hobby, with her artstyle looking like a Marvel comic book character. She’s terrifying when she’s angry. She’s very caring, a good listener, thoughtful, and very loyal to her boyfriend and friends.

On the other hand, she’s not all that perfect. Raven is reckless and sometimes would do things without coming up with a plan. She had a history with depression and self harm. She also had an abusive ex in 2018. She’s doing better and has grown as a person. Raven hates it when people raise their voice or look like they are going to throw something at her. The reason is because that reminds her of her ex. I’d say she’s still healing.

You can learn more about her by visiting my Instagram with the same username

In Scandinavia, a race of female werewolves

named Nattmara, or nightmare in English,

slip through cracks in walls and come to rest atop sleeping residents,

turning their dreams like an abacus.

Sometimes, they are small children whose souls escape at night

to pursue the living.

Leaving you was a haunting

but staying was a ghosting

without the cutting off of contact.

You were my nightmare

but I welcomed you to my bed.

Some hours, I curse the ancestors

who led me to you; other hours

I bless them.

At night I practice my own version of echolalia

by repeating I love you over and over again

pretending it’s chanted in your voice.

Years after having fled from you, when the Nattmara

cross thousands of miles to slide through my door

I turn the lights off. I hold my breath.

I close my eyes, picture you in my mind,

waiting for their bodies to press down on me

Other things still up for grabs in the grand SALE, which ends tomorrow.

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Thank you so much for the purchases so far <3 You da best!