Hail the three wise Maids of Fate. Who care for the World Tree. Your wisdoms endless, Your powers immense.
Wise women of Fate, Who weave the threads of life for all. From the humans of Midgard, to the Jötnar of Jötunheim, and even the Gods of Asgard. I come to You and ask for Your blessings. Help guide me in navigating my Wyrd.
Hail Urd, One who is Fate itself. Help me in harnessing my Wyrd, my past in order to strive forward. Let me not be shackled by fear and worry.
Hail Verdandi, One who is ever present. You who has seen all that transpired, all that has happened. Help me in living for today and accept my life for what it is, with all the good and ill.
Hail Skuld, One who sees all and will see all. You who ultimately decide the end of our Wyrd. Help me accept whatever may come, for the good or ill. Help me live without fear of the future, and without worry of that future.
Hail the three Wise Women of the Well, Hail the Nornir!
The burden of caring the memories of your abuse while not being able to talk about it bc it makes most people uncomfortable is HEAVY
It feels like being stuck carrying his dirty little secret. I can't stand the fact it's gonna stay like this...forever.
are you kidding me his bald ass is busted in a day
ok but the way he's still kind of getting outcunted by the guy on the left
“Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice, and with this nation endure for all time. In the name of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, we will seize authority from the gods.”
Victor, 22, queer, genderfluid/bigender, he/she/they, intp, autistic 𓇚
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