More ideas from Bed

I'll always love all things rose. My grandma had rose bushes in her yard, and the first thing I did whenever visiting was smell them. Always will associate them with her.

Sigurd aesthetic.

What if the gold leaf became hard armor once magic is sent through it?

White arrows with golden tips shoot through the forest, heading towards their perfectly judged target.

marked for the not Cupid's bow, but that of heart aches and it's brokenness these are some of the weapons used ~