#╳+┤Things to do during the full moon+├+╳+(Que)

[prerodinu]

She was trying not to breath too loud. Fingers gripping onto the knife that she had gotten.

REMEMBER THE PACES.

ORIENT YOURSELF

A breath, deep inside of her, lungs expanding and her fingers slightly curling around the hilt a little tighter. Whiskey hues glanced around, looking for a glitter of something.

IF YOU CAN NOT SEE GET HIGHER.

There. An oak tree.

She remembered his words whispered into her ear before the blind fold could come off. A cat and mouse game she always loved to play as a kid.

Hide and Seek.

Who was seeking and who was hiding was always up for interpretation. For the moment it felt as though she was seeking. She tucked the dagger into it’s sheath (she would look back on this as mistake one). A quick glance around, use of her wolf hearing but not of her eyes. (this would be mistake two) Even in the dark she could see without using them. No one was around but her. She could get to higher ground, she could possibly see him.

She started to climb, nails digging into the bark of the tree, Her back was turned, (that would be said that it was mistake number three. Though it was ironic, whatever she did she had to have her back out) feet getting purchase before she started.

That was until she was yanked down. a large hand grasped her waist, pulling her down to the ground. She had managed to get self landing on her feet, (mistake number four she should have rolled away) arm reeling back to spin away from the man who grabbed her.

She wasn’t fast enough

She was never fucking fast enough.

A wire was pressed to her throat. It was held tight behind her head. She was small, the hands holding the wire had her picked up struggling against it. It dug into her neck and she couldn’t help but struggle.

Her mind was going blank

What did he tell her to do?

HOW COME SHE COULDN’T FUCKING REMEMBER.

She moved her fingers up, touching the wire to attempt to bring it off of her neck. (mistake number five) It burned, how did she not notice, the silver etched into her skin and she felt the wolvesbane slowly leaking into her blood. She gasped, her head swimming with the knowledge that HE had taught her.

Another gasp. Claws digging at her own throat, trying to get to the wire.

THE SILVER COULD KILL HER.

“Think Katia. Fucking think! God damnit what the fuck do I always tell you!”

The voice was hot in her ear screaming at her. She didn’t know. Fuck she didn’t know!

She felt the way her mind was growing hazy. The way she couldn’t feel her legs any more. She didn’t know how to breath. She couldn’t even if she wanted too. The wire was ready to snap her neck in half.

“I am disappointed in you Katia.” That voice. She coughed, the blood coming out of her mouth was runny and black. Inky black that made her stomach churn and bile rise in her throat.

She was supposed to remember, remember how to get out of a choke hold. Get out of the danger zone. She had to keep herself calm, she was supposed to remember.

“Make a list of mistakes and we will try again tomorrow.” She couldn’t speak so she just nodded at her father’s figure walking away from her. The wire left down by her side. He would have another for tomorrow, one stronger, and if she decided not to remember, she could die.

She touched her neck, the crimson coating her finger’s made her frown. She wouldn’t be able to talk, at least not for a while. She’d have a scar. Ear to ear under her jaw. She grimaced.

The boys didn’t like the girls who had scars. Not that it mattered her father told her she was going to marry someone. It wasn’t her choice. It was for the pack.

Everything was for the pack.

#(Katia // Lore) #(Vavrinac // Lore) #(Katia // Drabble) #tw: abuse #abuse #tw: family abuse #family abuse #tw: choking #choking #(Vavrinac // Drabble) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[thorraborinn]

For a "neopagan" or whoever wants to follow the Nordic pantheon, which position is the "correct" one? Faithfully follow their traditions as testified by the sagas even though they contravene current customs and "calendars" or adapt it as best as possible to current times and our natural environment? Example: if the Nordics celebrated a propitiation at the end of the harvests at the end of autumn, should we do it following their autumn or ours according to latitude/longitude? I hope I was clear. Excuse my English, I use a translator

Me puedes preguntar en español a la próxima vez. No lo hablo bien pero lo leo un poco. Lamentablamente tengo que usar inglés para responder más.

I think that it would be difficult not to adapt your festival dates to local conditions. I don't think that you could insist that you're celebrating the coming of the cold and dark at vetrnætr when it is, in fact, transitioning into summer. If someone told me it were the "darkest night of the year" at 21:00 and there's still some sunlight, I think I'd have a hard time taking that person seriously.

The truth is that all of the heathen calendars that we know about from Scandinavia did adapt things for local conditions and customs, even if those differences were more minor. One of the reasons modern heathens argue so much about calendars is that they don't understand that there can be more than one heathen calendar, and they are trying to resolve differences that don't need to be resolved. For example, people fight over whether dísablót should be held in the beginning of winter or end of winter, because there are texts describing dísablót in Norway around vetrnætr, and dísaþing in Sweden when winter was almost over. There's really nothing confusing about this; there were different customs in different places (and dísaþing was not even the same type of celebration as dísablót anyway, but heathens see the word dís and cannot imagine they were independent celebrations). Yet, heathens argue over which is the "correct" date. (this also means that someone in the southern hemisphere could pick either one to model their own celebration)

Things become even more diverse when we talk about aspects of the calendar beyond the major celebrations (höfuðblót). Traditional names of the months and moons usually come from what work needs to be done or what is happening in the environment at that time of year, such as sáðtíð 'seed-time' in late April, heyannir 'hay-working' at midsummer, frermánuður 'freezing-month' in late November.

On the other hand, if someone in the southern hemisphere wanted to use the word jól to give a name to the celebration they have during the summer, and adapt the way they celebrate it to make sense with long days and hot weather (but maybe also with gift-giving, if you do that), I don't see anything wrong with that. There's nothing about the actual word jól itself that says it has to be when it's cold out. In fact, the timing of jól has already been moved as part of Scandinavian history (from January to December). Almost everyone in the northern hemisphere celebrates jól at about the same time as Christmas, for a long list of reasons, even though it was originally in January. So I couldn't blame anyone else for celebrating it at about the same time as Christmas, even when Christmas is in the summer.

There is one other change that I would make if I were in the southern hemisphere, personally. I use a lunisolar calendar with 12 or 13 months, that adjusts based on the winter solstice. The midwinter-moon is the first full moon cycle following the winter solstice. If that happens too early, then a thirteenth month is added in the middle of summer. If I were in the southern hemisphere, I would change this so that the calculation is based on the summer solstice, and I would add a month to the middle of winter. The reason is that then there would always be the same amount of months for both the northern and southern hemisphere; not sometimes 12 months in the north and 13 in the south, and the other way around. Where I live, this doesn't actually matter, because almost no heathens are using a lunisolar calendar around here, but I don't know the situation in the southern hemisphere.

So basically, I think that adjusting to local conditions makes the most sense, but since we live in a globally-interconnected world sometimes those local conditions involve being influenced by non-local conditions. I don't think that there is always one unambiguously correct way to handle this.

I hope this is helpful.

#rímfræði

[thesims4-adventure]

Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Generation  Two: Rose

EP. 33

After dropping Cody off at day care he decides to head back to Moonwood Mill.

Depois de deixar Cody na creche decidi voltar a Moonwood Mill.

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Could this be the answers I was looking for?

Será que era aqui que estavam as respostas que eu estava procurando?

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Is it here with these, uh, people or not, that I'm going to find myself?

É aqui com essas, hã, pessoas ou não, que eu vou me encontrar?

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Urgh! Sometimes I look like my mother!

Credo! As vezes eu pareço minha mãe!

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Before, I was worried about being a furry howling creature during a full moon, but I realized that everyone here is much more than that.

Antes eu estava preocupada em ser um bicho peludo uivante durante a lua cheia, mas percebi que todos aqui são muito mais que isso.

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And I discovered something that was really worth fighting for.

"Escolha falar pelas árvores"

E descobri algo que realmente valia a pena lutar.

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And this time I would do things right, talk it over with everyone a lot.

E dessa vez eu faria as coisas direito, conversaria bastante sobre o assunto com todos.

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At least I wasn't alone this time.

Pelo menos eu não fiquei sozinha desta vez.

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Who knows, maybe next time is even better?

Quem sabe da próxima vez não é melhor ainda?

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Thanks to everyone who participated.

Agradeci a todos que participaram.

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Better run to get Cody from daycare.

Melhor correr para pegar Cody na creche.

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This man is crazy, last time he prepared 5 dishes and didn't eat any!

"Olá , vizinha. Estou morrendo de fome. Posso assaltar sua geladeira e comer alguma coisa? Me ajude aqui, podemos sair também."

Esse homem está louco, a última vez preparou 5 pratos e não comeu nenhum!

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Finally someone will help me here!

"Incomodado pelo odor (de notar um cheiro peculiar no apartamento) Algo cheira úmido neste apartamento e está deixando os sims ansiosos."

"Claro, já que você é um inquilino regular. Vou dar uma olhada."

Finalmente alguém vai me ajudar aqui!

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It's explained, that horrible janitor is gone! And now the one who took her place is a wonderful woman.

Está explicado, aquele zelador horrível foi embora! E agora quem ficou em seu lugar é uma moça maravilhosa.

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Eu merecia uma boa noite de sono.

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Or not...

Ou não...

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#ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #notsobarry #not so berry rose #charlotte

[serhawkes]

MC Keeper

Name: William 'Hawkes' Hunt Age: 24 (Sun and Moon) - 26 (Life and Death) Height: 5' 10" Weight: 200lbs Skin: Caucasian Hair: Auburn, bit of an undercut. Full beard, neatly trimmed Additions: Dragon tattoo sleeves on both arms, Phoenix tattoo on upper back.

Occupation prior: Musician/lead singer (Band Name: Teenage Outlaw) Occupation currently: Keeper/Hunter-Magician Hidden Talent: Impersonation (Can sing any song in perfect tone, male/female, great for karoke wins-much to Thalia's anger at loosing)

Relationship Stats: It's Complicated Thalia, Astrid, Cressida, Davina (oddly...), Gisela (sorta...), Katia, Rachel (OC), Reyna (lotta hate sex...), Seraphina, Marcela.

Stats (Fallout Style) Strength: 7 (Knows how to throw a punch thanks to Thals.) Perception: 9 (Good with guns/picks up on the subtle things on people/surroundings.) Endurance: 9 (Has to have solid stamina to keep up with the waifus... wait...) Charisma: 10 (Suave son of a bitch he be.) Intelligence: 8 (Smart enough to pass most of the classes, and to keep up with most of the things Sera says.) Agility: 7 (Good enough to dodge a punch no and then.) Luck: 7 (Sometimes lucky, sometimes not.)

Story So Far (With changes, of course.) -Four years prior, Hawkes and his band were in a shooting during one of their preformances, leaving two of their band members dead, and the other, Rachel, in a coma. He too was shot (shoulder and rib cage) and spent the next four years in therapy and rehab, trying to get his life back in order and such. Deciding to take a road trip from Oregon to the east coast sounded like a solid, clearing of the head, idea.

That's until Astrid and her Gorgon bestie showed up. (Or rather, Sus Lord Patil.)

-Meets Cressy and Cyrus with Astrid in tow while taking a moment to collect himself. Calls both of them out for being egotisical brats with issues for being rich and such, calls Cyrus small dick, much to everyones surprise, and Cressy approval. The nickname sticks.

-Has the simulation done with both Astrid and Yakov, who finds out Hawkes is human, yet keeps mum about it.

-After shopping with Astrid, they go back to the crash site to pick up an item, a guitar that is treasured by him. Astrid eventually finds out he is the Hawkes from the band Teenage Outlaw, after much gushing, keeps quiet about it having known what happened.

-Get the suite to himself over Yakov.

-More or less gets dragged into doing a karoke night with the suite and friends, thanks to Thalia's urgings. Despite being pressured into singing by Thals, and told that he didn't have to by Astrid, he ends up playing Seventeen Going Under with his guitar in tow. Afterwards, much to people shock and amazement, he left to get some fresh air, in which Astrid let them all know who he was really and what had happened. Feeling like shit, Thals goes off to find him, finding outside the place, smoking a cigarette. He opens about what happened, his relationship with Rachel (inseperable besties, did have a thing for her even though she was more into the ladies), what he did up until now. Both admit they are interested in each other but not truly ready to commit fully, given they both have issues with personal things, but do agree to a openly casual relationship. After getting a bite to eat, they end up in his suite, where the share the bed together. In the morning, Thals goes about going for a morning wake up call, BJ style, only for Astrid to peek in and catch sight of it. -Que awkward morning/beginning of the harem afterward-

-Three weeks before Halloween, and after starting to teach Astrid and Leon how to PROPERLY cook food without burning/setting things on fire/starting a nuclear war in the kitchen, Hawkes is busy cooking dinner when Cressy walks in asking for a favor. The favor? Preform a concert to benifet the local hospital. At first, Hawkes refuses straight up, but eventually agrees on the grounds that 1: He does need the some money. And 2: It could be a good means of therapy, much as Cressy does mention.

Which comes to the slight issue of an actual band. The Band? Yakov, on drums (Heavy Metal Enthusist!). Thalia on Bass and vocals (Always wanted to be in a band!). And Gisela on guitar/violin and vocals (How she got talked into it is a mystery, likely bribery.)

However, when Hawkes asked what she was going to do in terms of ticket sales, vendors, and overhead, to not so much of a surprised, Cressy, in all her experiences with parties, had no clue. So Hawkes had to guide her about the operations of organizing a concert, getting local business's and vendors involved, while at the same time getting insync with his newish band of sorts.

The concert? Crushed it. Attendence? Sold out.

Song List: Run Away To Mars (Opener/tribute to his friend Rachel and former bandmates.) Are You Ready For Me Black Flies Piano Fire Spanish Sahara Heavy Gets Light (Duet with Thalia, much to Astrid and co. in the stands mentioning the Chemistry they have) Stay Familiar (Gisela lead singing) Black Bull When Am I Going To Lose You Seventeen Going Under Sustain/Decay Friday Night Fire Fight (Closer/went shirtless, much to Gisela's disapproval and Thalias approval)

After the concert, needing a moment to breath, Hawke's stepped outside to catch some fresh air. Thals proceeded to join him and attempted to congradulate him with a suggestive reward, which he was about to accept, when he got the phone call. His long time bestie/crush had woken up from her coma.

-Hawkes, along with Thals, go to Oregon to see Rachel. The trip isn't what Hawkes expected. Thals simply being their for morale support, oddly. They reunited, have a heartfelt moment, in which he says his current life is complicated but does plan to talk about (once he has permission to do so, expedited thanks to Sera/hints about the world he is in.)

-By winter break, Hawkes has delved into the Hunter job, working with Sera to find out about the Project, started talking about the realm of magic he is in with Rachel (who makes plans on joining him at the start of the new year there in college), and of course enjoys the lovely road trip with Thals.

-Rachel joins the suite family, bunking with Astrid. Finds outs Hawkes has a bit of a harem thing going on with most of the girls and wants in on it. Admits to maybe be interested in him as well and is willing to see how things go.

-Everything plays out normally in the end: Reyna gets captured, finds out he is a Castellan (much to Astrid's ire at first).

--Day and Night

-Instead of getting attacked on a road trip, Hawkes is in Oregon, on a mission to find a missing supernatural girl along the coast when he catches Tommie spying on him, mostly under the orders of Thals to keep watch on him and help him. Does get attacked by Werewolves though, but does end up finding the missing girl who is under the care of a witch, Morrigan, who apparently knows he's a keeper and offers to help him, semi-free of charge.

-Trip back to NMC is a road trip with Tommie, who is curious about her sisters boyfriend. Needless to say, the interest is there, but nothing happens between them. Well... something does happen: After getting back to NMC, both of them crash in his suite, with Tommie curled up onto of him. Which, of course, Thals walks in and finds her sister topless, laying onto of her future hubby, equally topless. Lets just say Thals rage quitted hard that day, but eventually found out that nothing happened.

-Makes a trip to the Castellan Family Estate, to sign papers and deal with inheritance issues. Ends up with more money to speak of, a dairy of his mothers, and a few other things. Has a bit of an arguement with Granny questioning her involvement with his mother and other things. Left of semi good terms.

-During Thanksgiving, Hawkes has Thalia, Astrid, and Katia over for the family thanksgiving. Finds out his father is dating Petrova, and brings Yakov and Gisela to the dinner. Awkwardness ensues.

-Ends up saving Reyna and her brother, at the cost of some broken ribs and dislocated shoulder. Reyna ends up under house arrest, or rather, suite arrest, staying with the suite gang given her defection and willing cooperation. Ends up bunking with Hawkes, much to Astrid/Sera's disliking. Over the next couple months, they end up having a moment with just Hawkes and Reyna chilling on the couch, having a passionate making out with clothes starting to come off when Astrid, Altair, Sera, Yakov, Gisela, and Thals walk in. You can guess how that goes...

-Having a bit of a mental crisis over his feelings and thoughts about his mother, Hawkes visits Davina during her time of rehabbing/watchings. Ends up bonding with her, despite her empathy powers. Gets more questions and doubts than answers though. Ends with them sharing the night, mostly to show Davina what it really means to feel love.

-Manages to capture Julian, and Dominic, who has sows of doubt expressed into him. And everything fallsout as expected. Having learned about Patils involvement (through Davina after another night of fun) and Celosia (went to the dinner and truth bombed), the politics of NMC are on fire.

#keeper of the sun and moon #keeper of the day and night #keeper of life and death #mc keeper #he's a bit of a lothario #but means well and cares more than he lets on #headcanon

[raisaumexique]

13/06/2022

tulum

part 1

monday was my last real day in tulum. unable to sleep in because of the girls i woke up at 9AM. i got some breakfast and talked with sylvain, a belgian guy who’s been traveling for 7 years to take pictures of landmarks around the globe. he’s also into nft and tried to explain the concept to me, i politely told him i didn’t care about nft. after breakfast i got into the pool to chill with annabelle and some other people in the hostel. because it was going to be the full moon i had plans to go to the beach and take some shrooms, the only guy i knew that would potentially have shroom plugs was sylvain and he was no where to be found. i went out to take a me-time walk and enjoy the streets of tulum for one last time. while coming back j’ai croisé annabelle who was also doing her lil mental health walk. we got free shots of tequila and mescal when rain suddenly started pouring. instead of waiting it out we just walked slowly back to the hostel while getting increasingly more wet (lol). in the hostel everyone was huddled in the dining tables under the shed. we joined them but felt that it was an ideal moment to go in the pool. so we stripped down and went into the pool while it rained. annabelle had plans to go on a date with a guy she met on her first day in tulum. my husband asked me if i wanted to go out so we separated at dinner time. i went to go take a shower and came back to find mon boug. i found him in the kitchen making tea and traditional agrentinian pastry… for me. he has absolutely ruined me for futur (non)-relationships. y’a pas à être aussi calibré pour mes besoins et désirs ptdr. he didn’t say a word, he’s really quiet, and just silentily fed me the pastries. he said that his grandma makes the best ones that i should come try some day. i obviously nearly vomited from the affection. then he asked if i wanted to take a walk with him and smoke some weed. i obviously said yes because i am a slut for walks and weed (and tall lanky argentinian men). we went outside and tried to smoke without getting our ass beat by the police. very exciting. during our lil walk he asked if i wanted to get some drinks at a bar, i hesitated because spoiler alert : u hate calibrated dates hihi. he saw my hesitation and immediately said that we weren’t obliged to do anything we could also have beer in the hostel and be around the others, either way he didn’t mind he just wanted to spend some time with me whether it’s shared with others or not… i know this is like minimum basic human decency but french men have given me 0 attentes. so we bought beer, well he bought beer which reminds me to update my points, and went back to the hostel. we sat with our feet in the pool drinking beer watching agustin be silly in the pool. being the silly slut i am i was thinking how hot agustin was (important information for the rest of this story lol). after the pool we went into a hammock and well mdr voilà t’as capté les bails on n’a pas joué au monopoly enft. before things could go any further though he suddenly remembered that he to finish editing a video for his dad. i was flabbergasted, bamboozeled, shocked. he kept apologizing and i was just like 🧍🏽‍♀️. i told him not to apologise because we don’t apologize for these things in our household (even though i was screaming inside). i told him i’ll just take a high nap. also entre temps parce que t’as capté je sais pas raconter des histoires de façon linéaire : i met a new girl called luna from enfland. she was soooo cute (c.f photo) and i immediately went into big sister mode because i’m a pretentious capricorn. my husband had told me about une soirée techno before so i extended the invite to her ! OH alsoooo jovan from paris who i met last year sent me a message to say he’s in tulum so i also invited him. so i take my nap, wake up from the dead still high and coochie on fire, if you may. annabelle still hadn’t came back from her date (we both struggle with comphet ptdr but bref insh’Allah we break the curse and get married before the end of this trip) so i got ready to go out with luna.

[a-prekliatyvlk]

Hello and welcome to the next installment of super long fucking headcanon time with Crowley. Today we will be talking about Yule. Yule is a pagan holiday much like Christmas. Only the pack tends to celebrate it like modern day christmas and something else.

First thing’s first, the packs alter is changed out, often time’s pine needles, berries and of course mistletoe is placed upon the alter. Birch branches are also made into different ornaments and placed on the alter.  This will be done as a family. Katia and Artem will change out the alter and the rest will make ornaments and the like. Runes are carved on some of them and or made with the ornaments.

Next is the time leading up to Yule. Offering’s will be left outside for gods and goddess’s and once a week they will have a large bon fire in the back yard in which they will all burn thing’s that no longer serve them. Could be break up photos, family ties or something of the like. Its used to cleanse the space around them and sometimes the pack just likes to burn stuff for fun!

The christmas tree.

This is the MOST IMPORTANT PACK GATHERING EVER. Forget Beltane or Summer solstice. The decorating of the christmas tree is so important. If you bring someone to this party you are basically proposing marriage. No one but family is allowed and close friends. Everyone get’s a hand written invitation made by Katia (her handwriting is beautiful) And it’s sealed with Artem and Kat’s pack seal.

Everyone places a ornament on the tree until it is full. There is making orange and popcorn garland. Decorating the tree with light’s. BAKING OF COOKIES.

Of course Artem and Eva make a feast. Vincent plays the piano for song’s. Everyone starts wrapping gifts and placing them under a tree.

This is also were the pack does a secret gift exchange. Everyone had to pick a person to exchange gifts with. The gifts are then given every day until christmas. This could be small gift’s of food hand made or hand made gifts.

The process of this gift giving is also done by couples looking to court each other. Or someone looking to court another. Yule is perfect to express love and some times there is a wedding on Yule.

either way the decorating of the tree ends with a feast, Katia and Artem do not participate in the feast or anyone who wishes to do so. Every 9 years Katia and Artem go to separate places deep into the woods for 9 days and night’s to gain knowledge and honor the god’s. Not everyone of course is willing to do this but Katia and Artem keep the tradition alive. This feast is then done once more in 9 day’s and night’s once they return. This then marks every day until Yule a feast.

The pack gets together every night for a feast until Yule. then on yule they all exchange gift’s Its a long process and no one is left out.

After that everyone goes back to their normal schedule until of course New year’s in which the pack doesn’t technically celebrate New Years on the day that everyone else does but Scarlett does have a party at her club and it’s a very large party.

PSA: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS MY LORE AND TAKING FROM DIFFERENT PLACES TO CREATE MY OWN. MY LORE MAY NOT BE THE SAME AS OTHER MUN’S AND THEIR LORE. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND!!!!!

#(Pack // Lore) #╳+┤Centuries in the Making+├+╳+(Head Canons) #╳+┤Things to do during the full moon+├+╳+(Que)

[prerodinu]

Dacian while flirting up a storm with everyone because why not. Bad boy smirking until the cows come home.

HE DOESN’t KNOW WHEN SOMEONE IS ACTIVELY FLIRTING BACK WITH HIM.

He’s such a fucking nerd he can’t read the ques to tell when someone is flirting with him or when they are actually telling him to get lost.

So most of the time he kinda smiles flirts and then runs away.

When he is really trying to impress someone. he will compare them to his favorite paintings. because what's more beautiful than that.

#He's a fucking nerd you guys// #bad boy is only in looks and his attitude sometimes when he meets people// #but I can tell you he has no idea how to flirt properly/. #(Dacian // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

Archer has no idea how to kiss. This man is NEW NEW in relationship stuff. You are going to have to kiss him and show him what it's supposed to be like.

#(Archer // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

“Použite svoje telo! Koľko sráčov musím povedať?”(Use your body! How many fucking times do I have to tell you!) The voice was harsh, deep and rumbling as she took in a small breath. Chest rising and falling as if she was bracing herself. Whiskey hues devoid, darkness CLAWING AT HER THROAT BURNING THE SKIN TO GET OUT.

                                                      SMACK

The feeling of the hand against her cheek was a sting. She wanted to suck air into her chest, to feel the sting but instead she blocked the pain out. It would have knocked her on her ass had she not already been on the floor.

A laugh, a cackle? It was something around her. Vision blurring for a moment as she felt the ground shift under her.

SINNER

SINNER

SINNER

                                                  WHOSH

Her leg moved, a quick sweep of it knocking him down against the floor, a soft thud as she got herself up with an arch of her back. Hands felt sore, feeling the earth bow and move under her touch. A moment later she was standing up.

A cackle. DARKNESS WAS CLOSING IN. VISION BLURRING. SHE WAS SEEING RED.

They never fought with weapons any more. If it was because she could kill him or because he didn’t trust her with it wasn’t a big deal to her. She didn’t care. Blood was the name of the game. The ground was littered with it.

Crimson stains singled the freshest hits. Brown singling the ones that had since healed. How long had they been at this? All night? Just now the feeling of her wolf bubbled under the surface. A growl of wanting to be let out.

It would be easier on her.

She wouldn’t be able to feel anything.

NO SHE WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR IT.

                                                     A dip.

He was up and a arm moved to grab at her, the sound of something hitting her spine as she fell over. She tried to control her breathing. That was the first rule. She always had to remember the first rule. She was too in her head.

She hadn’t noticed he had gotten up until it was too late.

RED

RED

RED

“Ak ste nikdy nepočúvali, vždy musíte byť o dva kroky vpred, čo je kurva.” (Always be two steps ahead what’s the fucking point if you never listen) A growl, voice thick with agitation. She felt the way her skin crawled and the black spots starting to fade from her vision. Teeth gritted as she took one deep inhale through her nose. No wolf, punishment was worse. She had to feel this, she asked for this. Body positioned it’s self. A blur as she got up and swung.

                                                  CRACK.

She felt something warm tanned digits followed through. The other hand moving to come under it using all of her weight to punch. She tried.

RED

RED

RED

KILL.

                                                  SLAM.                                                 CRACK.

Her vision dances as she felt her body stiffen up. She was having trouble breathing. A rib cracked maybe? Her arm felt dislocated. Reality was fading behind closed lids. A buzzing sound was heard as she tried to calm herself down. Think two steps head. The rough ground under her now feeling nothing. She felt dizzy.

“Bože sakra kurva dva kroky pred nami. povedal som ti.” (God Damn fucking two steps ahead. I told you). He growled out above her, he didn’t sound angry. When he didn’t sound angry it was disappointment that riddle through his body. That was worse. It was always worse when he was disappointed in her. This time there was another crack, she felt it against her face. Jaw this time was broken, she could tell it was unhinged. She couldn’t say much but the bruise was forming.

Still this many year’s later she disappointed him.

WORTHLESS.

SHE WAS FUCKING WORTHLESS.

WORTHLESS ALPHA.

WORTHLESS MATE.

HA SHE WASN’T EVEN A MATE SHE KILLED HER OWN MATE.

“Vstaň.” (Get the fuck up) His voice was rough, growling at her. She didn’t say anything eyes closed, she didn’t move though. She wasn’t sure she could move. It wasn’t that she didn’t want too.

She did.

Something was keeping her down on the ground. Was it his foot? Nah she couldn’t feel anything digging into the gravel.

“Ja. Povedal. Dostat’. Postavit’ Sa. Katia.” (I. Said. Get. The. Fuck. Up Katia) Another growl, whiskey orbs snapping open blonde hair looking down at her. Disappointed. That was always worse than anger. She could see it in his face.

She had disappointed HIM.

Whatever had kept her against the ground had lifted. So she stood, slowly and she didn’t dare ask for help. Ankle was broken, it would heal wrong if she wasn’t careful.

SOUNDLESS.

That’s how he preferred her.

                                                             SMACK.

Crimson. Wet. Metallic. Blood against her face as she fell to the ground face first this time. She wasn’t able to help the sound of air that left her chest. Her one hand out to brace her fall but it ended up knocking into her jaw.

She deserved this. She disappointed him. She had told him she could handle this and here she was.

Four hours?

No 10 at least.

No it was an hour. She couldn’t last longer than an hour.

Fuck she was useless.

WORTHLESS.

The word rang in her head like the smack had done.

There was only feet leaving, the crunch of shoes against the ground as he left. She felt the blood move down her face. Crimson and warm. There was a blank look on her face. Eyes fuzzy and she wasn’t able too think of anything else in this moment. Inky blackness was sinking around her. Dragging her down.

Burning. Throat burning and her finger’s itched to claw a the ground as if it was going to open up and swallowed her.

The blackness had swallowed her whole, despite her fighting. She didn’t hear someone’s voice. Nor did she feel the hands against her. Soft and gentle as they pulled her up. She didn’t deserve this, she heard the voice but she didn’t care. The voices had stopped and there was an emptiness that filled her, that was numbing that none of the best drugs in the world could replicated.

Worthless Alpha.

Worthless Women.

Worthless Wolf.

Her own father yet again beat the shit out of her.

He had done it because she had disappointed him.

                                       SHE WASN’T STRONG ENOUGH.                                                     SHE NEVER WAS.

#(Katia // Lore) #(Vavrinac // Lore) #abuse #tw: abuse #blood #tw: blood #(Drabble // Katia) #(Drabble // Vavrinac) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

Marcel Loves Cheese. He's lactose Intolerant but fuck does he really love cheese. Often times he loves cheese so much that he feels like if he doesn't take his lactose pill his body will get used to it and end up just not being lactose intolerant.

#(Marcel // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

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 Liam Petrov Tattoos 

These are some of the tattoos that Liam Has. Technically he has so many more because a lot of his tattoos were done in the American Traditional style of tattooing. Which means Yellow, Reds, and lots of packed black color. The last two photos are a example of American Traditional or Neo Traditional Tattooing Designs. The top three and the first one on the second row are all specific tattoos that Liam has. These represent his past and of course, the Viking time he came from. 

#(Liam // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

sb: van Gogh ate yellow paint so his insides could be happy.

Dacian: NO HE DID NOT YOU FUCKING MORON OF A PERSON. HE SAID HE WANTED TO EAT IT TO POISON HIMSELF SO HE CAN FUCKING DIE THATS WHY HE WAS NOT ALLOWED IN HIS STUDIO WHEN HE WAS DEPRESSED YOU FUCK NUGGET OF A PERSON.

sb: you are super mean and angst all the fucking time.

Dacian: Rembrandt was actually a printmaker and a painter and is considered one of the greatest visual artists in the history of art and the most important in Dutch art history.  Rembrandt’s works depict a wide range of styles and subject matter, from portraits and self-portraits to landscapes, genre scenes, allegorical and historical scenes, and biblical and mythological themes as well as animal studies. His contributions to art came in a period of great wealth and cultural achievement called the Dutch Golden Age, although in many ways antithetical to the Baroque style……..

#(Dacian // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

Ava Sklenár Wardrobe

Skirts, high heels, and long-sleeved shirts that hide the tattoos under her skin. Ava’s wardrobe is very simple in nature. She wears heels almost every day to work because well she’s 5 feet tall on a good day. She still finds herself wearing skirts imparted by Pandora who always suggests she wear a dress, she meets her halfway. 

#(Ava // Wardrobe) #(Ava // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

Miroslava doesn’t know what she likes and what she doesn’t like especially hobby wise since really she wasn’t allowed to do much back at court but dancing with other’s and gossip and she doesn’t like that. One thing she was allowed to do specially was fight in hand-to-hand or sword skills. So sometimes you can find her outside doing some swordplay or another. She actually carries a sword with her at all times. She had Oliva fix it for her many many times because she enjoys the other little castaway elf even if she was always told she shouldn’t. 

#(Miroslava // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

Miroslava is actually close to 7FT Tall. Her hair is very long about down to the butt and sometimes she has it back from her face and sometimes she doesn’t. Though since she know’s she’s tall she tries to smile (which doesn’t work very well) to seem less intimidating. 

#(Miroslava // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

Miroslava Repková Tattoos

Miroslava’s tattoos are interesting because THEY CHANGE. She is elven royalty. They change depending on where she is. The farther away from home she gets the darker and more tree-covered her tattoos become (like on the last image) the closer to home they get the more floral and light in trees they become. These tattoos are on both arms and across her spine and legs.

#(Miroslava // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞