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𝐀͟𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱…𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼
𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓**
𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍.
mature themes.
𝐀͟𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱…𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼
𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓**
𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍.
mature themes.
Thor, wielder of the tempest’s wrath,
weight of infinity upon his
shoulders. His legacy? A storm that
will never cease. The 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚, for it is truly
——— 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘.
weight of infinity upon his
shoulders. His legacy? A storm that
will never cease. The 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚, for it is truly
——— 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘.
May 5, 2025 at 2:38 AM
Thor, wielder of the tempest’s wrath,
weight of infinity upon his
shoulders. His legacy? A storm that
will never cease. The 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚, for it is truly
——— 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘.
weight of infinity upon his
shoulders. His legacy? A storm that
will never cease. The 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚, for it is truly
——— 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘.
“ Thou art no lesser for this surrender. Know this —— thy struggle hast not gone unnoticed. In this world, where the winds of fate can be cruel, where the storms may seem endless. it is not the warrior that must be revered but the
April 22, 2025 at 4:49 PM
“ Thou art no lesser for this surrender. Know this —— thy struggle hast not gone unnoticed. In this world, where the winds of fate can be cruel, where the storms may seem endless. it is not the warrior that must be revered but the
She stared up at him, and the silence between them swelled, pregnant with everything not spoken by gods or ghosts.
Thor did not move.
Even the winds paused, as though listening to the weight those syllables carried. He looked upon her, not with scorn, but with the grim kinship that only warriors
Thor did not move.
Even the winds paused, as though listening to the weight those syllables carried. He looked upon her, not with scorn, but with the grim kinship that only warriors
April 22, 2025 at 4:49 PM
She stared up at him, and the silence between them swelled, pregnant with everything not spoken by gods or ghosts.
Thor did not move.
Even the winds paused, as though listening to the weight those syllables carried. He looked upon her, not with scorn, but with the grim kinship that only warriors
Thor did not move.
Even the winds paused, as though listening to the weight those syllables carried. He looked upon her, not with scorn, but with the grim kinship that only warriors
April 22, 2025 at 4:22 AM
The rapture of 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁, not the triumph of kings, but the birth cry of the storm. Thor, a god swaddled in fury, had no crown of jewels, he wore the tempest itself as his cloak, a mantle woven of shattered skies and screaming winds.
A time untouched by subtlety, where the
A time untouched by subtlety, where the
April 19, 2025 at 7:45 AM
The rapture of 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁, not the triumph of kings, but the birth cry of the storm. Thor, a god swaddled in fury, had no crown of jewels, he wore the tempest itself as his cloak, a mantle woven of shattered skies and screaming winds.
A time untouched by subtlety, where the
A time untouched by subtlety, where the
The air around him wove into a spiraling grave-hymn, cyclonic,
vicious.
Pulled inward by the violent gravity of his descent, each pulse louder than drums struck in Valhalla’s halls. He plunged, with the force of prophecy uncoiled, with the weight of nine realms’ silence behind him.
vicious.
Pulled inward by the violent gravity of his descent, each pulse louder than drums struck in Valhalla’s halls. He plunged, with the force of prophecy uncoiled, with the weight of nine realms’ silence behind him.
April 19, 2025 at 4:46 AM
The air around him wove into a spiraling grave-hymn, cyclonic,
vicious.
Pulled inward by the violent gravity of his descent, each pulse louder than drums struck in Valhalla’s halls. He plunged, with the force of prophecy uncoiled, with the weight of nine realms’ silence behind him.
vicious.
Pulled inward by the violent gravity of his descent, each pulse louder than drums struck in Valhalla’s halls. He plunged, with the force of prophecy uncoiled, with the weight of nine realms’ silence behind him.
The hammer obeyed—Not like a weapon, but like a creature of old,
bound to his bloodline and fury.
It spun above him in in a perfect arc, a wheeling tempest of ancient steel.
His spine cracked like the splitting of Yggdrasil’s roots, and in that divine pause ; Odinson righted himself
bound to his bloodline and fury.
It spun above him in in a perfect arc, a wheeling tempest of ancient steel.
His spine cracked like the splitting of Yggdrasil’s roots, and in that divine pause ; Odinson righted himself
April 19, 2025 at 4:46 AM
The hammer obeyed—Not like a weapon, but like a creature of old,
bound to his bloodline and fury.
It spun above him in in a perfect arc, a wheeling tempest of ancient steel.
His spine cracked like the splitting of Yggdrasil’s roots, and in that divine pause ; Odinson righted himself
bound to his bloodline and fury.
It spun above him in in a perfect arc, a wheeling tempest of ancient steel.
His spine cracked like the splitting of Yggdrasil’s roots, and in that divine pause ; Odinson righted himself
He was cast upward, flung by the shockwave, into the arms of the sky —— like a star unmoored.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
April 18, 2025 at 7:19 PM
He was cast upward, flung by the shockwave, into the arms of the sky —— like a star unmoored.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
To shatter this silence would be to spill gold on ivory, too soon, too crass. Let the air stretch a little longer between them. Let the poetry settle into the bones of the city.
Let her speak first, if she wished.
After all —— she was the sun
that rain remembered.
Let her speak first, if she wished.
After all —— she was the sun
that rain remembered.
April 16, 2025 at 8:39 PM
To shatter this silence would be to spill gold on ivory, too soon, too crass. Let the air stretch a little longer between them. Let the poetry settle into the bones of the city.
Let her speak first, if she wished.
After all —— she was the sun
that rain remembered.
Let her speak first, if she wished.
After all —— she was the sun
that rain remembered.
Her Pegasus tossed its mane as though sensing him, that ancient scent of 𝑨𝑺𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑫 clinging to his cloak —— a mingling of frost-kissed iron, elder mead, and skies not meant to be tamed. Thor saw her then, etched in the frame of the horizon like a psalm carved in marble.
April 16, 2025 at 8:39 PM
Her Pegasus tossed its mane as though sensing him, that ancient scent of 𝑨𝑺𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑫 clinging to his cloak —— a mingling of frost-kissed iron, elder mead, and skies not meant to be tamed. Thor saw her then, etched in the frame of the horizon like a psalm carved in marble.
She was not a storm to be
rivaled. She was the
quiet ——— it bowed to.
The lightning within him had learned patience, had learned the gravity of arrival. For what was thunder to a voice like hers? What was divine power to divinity born of justice, not wrath.
rivaled. She was the
quiet ——— it bowed to.
The lightning within him had learned patience, had learned the gravity of arrival. For what was thunder to a voice like hers? What was divine power to divinity born of justice, not wrath.
April 16, 2025 at 8:39 PM
She was not a storm to be
rivaled. She was the
quiet ——— it bowed to.
The lightning within him had learned patience, had learned the gravity of arrival. For what was thunder to a voice like hers? What was divine power to divinity born of justice, not wrath.
rivaled. She was the
quiet ——— it bowed to.
The lightning within him had learned patience, had learned the gravity of arrival. For what was thunder to a voice like hers? What was divine power to divinity born of justice, not wrath.
It doesn’t aim for her body.
No.
It aims for her center. The
momentum. The engine that
propels her forward like a comet
too proud to fall.
And in the span between blinks, her momentum disrupts, forced to propel rearwards.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
No.
It aims for her center. The
momentum. The engine that
propels her forward like a comet
too proud to fall.
And in the span between blinks, her momentum disrupts, forced to propel rearwards.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
April 15, 2025 at 3:06 AM
It doesn’t aim for her body.
No.
It aims for her center. The
momentum. The engine that
propels her forward like a comet
too proud to fall.
And in the span between blinks, her momentum disrupts, forced to propel rearwards.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
No.
It aims for her center. The
momentum. The engine that
propels her forward like a comet
too proud to fall.
And in the span between blinks, her momentum disrupts, forced to propel rearwards.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
swings.
Each motion she made was 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 ; each answer I gave was
𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿. The way of the storm is not
to resist the wind, it is to ride it.
Mjölnir tight in hand, dragging an arc of air with it like the wake of a celestial body skimming the firmament. Her weapon clanged against it ——— 𝙆𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂
Each motion she made was 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 ; each answer I gave was
𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿. The way of the storm is not
to resist the wind, it is to ride it.
Mjölnir tight in hand, dragging an arc of air with it like the wake of a celestial body skimming the firmament. Her weapon clanged against it ——— 𝙆𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂
April 15, 2025 at 3:06 AM
swings.
Each motion she made was 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 ; each answer I gave was
𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿. The way of the storm is not
to resist the wind, it is to ride it.
Mjölnir tight in hand, dragging an arc of air with it like the wake of a celestial body skimming the firmament. Her weapon clanged against it ——— 𝙆𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂
Each motion she made was 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 ; each answer I gave was
𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿. The way of the storm is not
to resist the wind, it is to ride it.
Mjölnir tight in hand, dragging an arc of air with it like the wake of a celestial body skimming the firmament. Her weapon clanged against it ——— 𝙆𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙂𝙂𝙂𝙂
Like lightning seeking the tallest peak, her strikes swung ever fierce, 𝑼𝑵𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮, born of some deep and holy desperation.
But, Thor Odinson, breaker of giants,
𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙣, have danced with
fury in a thousand forms—
and learned its rhythm.
She came from
the left, the massive
But, Thor Odinson, breaker of giants,
𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙣, have danced with
fury in a thousand forms—
and learned its rhythm.
She came from
the left, the massive
April 15, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Like lightning seeking the tallest peak, her strikes swung ever fierce, 𝑼𝑵𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮, born of some deep and holy desperation.
But, Thor Odinson, breaker of giants,
𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙣, have danced with
fury in a thousand forms—
and learned its rhythm.
She came from
the left, the massive
But, Thor Odinson, breaker of giants,
𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙣, have danced with
fury in a thousand forms—
and learned its rhythm.
She came from
the left, the massive
“ Show me thy power—if any yet
remains! Or turn thy back and let
the God of Thunder teach thee
truth behind it. “
He does not merely await
combat—he 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨 it.
As if daring fate to throw its 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕 fire at him, he stands carved into the silence like a rune of war.
remains! Or turn thy back and let
the God of Thunder teach thee
truth behind it. “
He does not merely await
combat—he 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨 it.
As if daring fate to throw its 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕 fire at him, he stands carved into the silence like a rune of war.
April 14, 2025 at 11:12 PM
“ Show me thy power—if any yet
remains! Or turn thy back and let
the God of Thunder teach thee
truth behind it. “
He does not merely await
combat—he 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨 it.
As if daring fate to throw its 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕 fire at him, he stands carved into the silence like a rune of war.
remains! Or turn thy back and let
the God of Thunder teach thee
truth behind it. “
He does not merely await
combat—he 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨 it.
As if daring fate to throw its 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕 fire at him, he stands carved into the silence like a rune of war.
the collision, as if the heavens themselves exhaled through the steel, and thunder sang its warcry following suit.
“ 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭 ? woman ?
I have seen seeresses strike
with sharper wrath “
Thor was deferential to her strength, but he spat taunting bravado.
“ 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭 ? woman ?
I have seen seeresses strike
with sharper wrath “
Thor was deferential to her strength, but he spat taunting bravado.
April 14, 2025 at 11:11 PM
the collision, as if the heavens themselves exhaled through the steel, and thunder sang its warcry following suit.
“ 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭 ? woman ?
I have seen seeresses strike
with sharper wrath “
Thor was deferential to her strength, but he spat taunting bravado.
“ 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭 ? woman ?
I have seen seeresses strike
with sharper wrath “
Thor was deferential to her strength, but he spat taunting bravado.
The Odinson, a tempest incarnate, drew forth his might with the fury of an ancient god.
Prepared with the weight of a mountain's heart, he opt to respond, returning a blow that sang the song of the storm, in-kind. Firmly grasping his faithful weapon, with mastery only brought about by years of
Prepared with the weight of a mountain's heart, he opt to respond, returning a blow that sang the song of the storm, in-kind. Firmly grasping his faithful weapon, with mastery only brought about by years of
April 14, 2025 at 11:11 PM
The Odinson, a tempest incarnate, drew forth his might with the fury of an ancient god.
Prepared with the weight of a mountain's heart, he opt to respond, returning a blow that sang the song of the storm, in-kind. Firmly grasping his faithful weapon, with mastery only brought about by years of
Prepared with the weight of a mountain's heart, he opt to respond, returning a blow that sang the song of the storm, in-kind. Firmly grasping his faithful weapon, with mastery only brought about by years of
darest test thine mettle ‘gainst
the likes of mine own.
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦. ”
Eagerly, Odinson was ready to indulge — his callused grip of 𝑴𝒋ö𝒍𝒏𝒊𝒓 fastened, in their now shared sentiment of challenge.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
the likes of mine own.
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦. ”
Eagerly, Odinson was ready to indulge — his callused grip of 𝑴𝒋ö𝒍𝒏𝒊𝒓 fastened, in their now shared sentiment of challenge.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
April 12, 2025 at 8:16 PM
darest test thine mettle ‘gainst
the likes of mine own.
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦. ”
Eagerly, Odinson was ready to indulge — his callused grip of 𝑴𝒋ö𝒍𝒏𝒊𝒓 fastened, in their now shared sentiment of challenge.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
the likes of mine own.
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦. ”
Eagerly, Odinson was ready to indulge — his callused grip of 𝑴𝒋ö𝒍𝒏𝒊𝒓 fastened, in their now shared sentiment of challenge.
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
——— @carmineunion.bsky.social
onto him.
“ M’lady, is it thou Thor shalt do
this meager training evaluation
with ? ”
To his vexation, the Odinson found no significance in a mortal’s contest to display divine might. “ What favor dost this grant upon Thor. “ The All-Father’s already displeased demeanor only further grew
“ M’lady, is it thou Thor shalt do
this meager training evaluation
with ? ”
To his vexation, the Odinson found no significance in a mortal’s contest to display divine might. “ What favor dost this grant upon Thor. “ The All-Father’s already displeased demeanor only further grew
April 12, 2025 at 8:16 PM
onto him.
“ M’lady, is it thou Thor shalt do
this meager training evaluation
with ? ”
To his vexation, the Odinson found no significance in a mortal’s contest to display divine might. “ What favor dost this grant upon Thor. “ The All-Father’s already displeased demeanor only further grew
“ M’lady, is it thou Thor shalt do
this meager training evaluation
with ? ”
To his vexation, the Odinson found no significance in a mortal’s contest to display divine might. “ What favor dost this grant upon Thor. “ The All-Father’s already displeased demeanor only further grew
“ We will protect this place that is regarded as … your 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, I say to thee now, for whate’er dreaded foe threatens it — - Thor will meet them. I pledge my strength, my heart, my very 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬. “
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥
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March 28, 2025 at 7:05 PM
“ We will protect this place that is regarded as … your 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, I say to thee now, for whate’er dreaded foe threatens it — - Thor will meet them. I pledge my strength, my heart, my very 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬. “
#𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 ༒ #𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥
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The answer to their peril is not long in coming, they will surrender naught to the overwhelming hand of 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺. Both King and Monarch— have found themselves to become allies of The Realm Midgärd and there is no 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆, no greater 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓, no greater 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 than that of 𝐓hors.
March 28, 2025 at 7:05 PM
The answer to their peril is not long in coming, they will surrender naught to the overwhelming hand of 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺. Both King and Monarch— have found themselves to become allies of The Realm Midgärd and there is no 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆, no greater 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓, no greater 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 than that of 𝐓hors.