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apparently yeah. but I was not aware of it. I just found out via Twitter

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the beauty of it is that I never go though tumblr tags. just vibe. i just say shit what i think. I don’t keep up with drama. I read a tweet where shane said he was racist because of his childhood trauma it blew my mind. half of people have/had trauma do you see them being racsit

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Ann: A story about stars? Well, I do remember a lot of nights when I was at the church and I would always be the one with a very late shift to take down left over sheets that other sisters wouldn’t get. It was honestly very relaxing, I rather do enjoy being able to take such a task. The air was always fresh and it was peaceful, no noises besides the sleeping creatures of the night. Sometimes, I would stay outside longer and wonder what kind of life I would live, what greater things would there be for me if I had become a normal woman rather than a nun… I dont regret it.

Bane: Night time was the time I worked best at. Most people would always be stupif enough to go to the manor at night, unaware of traps laid out and sometimes I would catch some stupid kids stuck in a tree or God forbid them caught in a bear trap. You’d think the keep out signs would stop them, it never did. Even so, nights could be peaceful. I rather enjoyed whenever the forest was silent and my deer companion visited, looking up into the sky, knowing that everything would be OK. As a resident and the grounds keeper of the manor, it was my job to make sure everything was ok. It was something i can control and that eased my worry and concern for my wild friends.

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1. Do you have a crush?

I am actually seeing someone right now who I’ve had a crush on for a long time! Every day I find out something about him that makes me like him a bit more! ☺️

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

Kinda cliche but I love classy atire, if I’ve ever seen them in a suit or tuxe even just a dress shirt and slacks then I’m a goner

22. Fictional Crushes?

There is so many I’m a part of so many fandoms it’s crazy,but if I have to come back to one it would be Jason Todd/Redhood

Thank you for the asks! 💛

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Howard was first alerted by a crash, then a cry of pain, and then the thick smell of smoke.

She rushed onto the stage, several of the others on her tail, and was shocked to see Aragon over Joan, pinning her to the floor, flames streaming out of her mouth. Smoke wreathed around her wickedly-sharp horns as she towered over the tiny music director who wouldn’t be able to take her and come out unscathed.

Aragon was going to kill Joan if someone didn’t interfere.

“Catalina!” Howard shouted.

Aragon’s pointy ears pricked up and she turned to Howard. “What?” She growled. “Do you mind? I’m kinda busy.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Howard took a wary step towards them.

“What does it look like? I’m putting this worm in her place. You should have heard the things she was saying about J—” Aragon cut herself off with a howl of agony when Joan suddenly blasted her in the neck with her frostbreath.

Aragon scrambled backwards, gasping through the pain. She pawed at her throat carefully as small icicles spread across her skin. Luckily, the frost only hit the side of her neck and couldn’t freeze her larynx shut through her skin, but Howard could tell it hurt like hell. She could see the black blisters of frostbite already setting in.

A huge plume of smoke billowed from Aragon’s mouth; a moment later, there were flames. Joan’s left wing was on fire.

The feathers went up in flames like dry grass. Howard could see the skin sizzling, smell the burning of flesh, and Joan leapt away with a howl of pain. She beat her wing furiously on the ground, releasing puffs of frostbreath on it until the fire went out. She didn’t have turns to gather her bearings, however, because Aragon’s as upon her instantly, clawing viciously at her thin body like she was trying to gut her alive.

“Catalina! Joan! Stop this at once!” Howard yelled.

A stray blast of frostbreath smashed into the wall next to Howard and she jumped away, eyes wide. A plume of fire hit the curtains and Bessie rushed to put it out with her own frostbreath.

Aragon and Joan continued to wrestle on the stage, growling and yowling like WingEaters or wild animals. Aragon’s claws tore at Joan’s belly, while Joan’s wings beat her senselessly severely times over the head. Howard could see blood slowly dripping from Aragon’s temple.

“What do we do?” Jane asked, eyeing the fighting Avians with visible fear.

“We can’t get in the middle of that.” Cathy said. “They’ll kill us.”

“Then let Aragon win.” Anne said. “Aragon won’t kill her. She’ll just put her in her place.”

Howard doubted that.

There was another roar of fury from the grappling pair, and Howard saw a new streak of frostbreath on Aragon’s leg. And then she saw Joan dig her claws into the fresh frostbite blisters with swift brutality.

Aragon’s scream of pain was nothing like Howard had ever heard before.

The dragoness reared backwards, her entire body spasming in agony, and then she raked her claws across Joan’s chest, slashing open five long, bloody gouges in the young hybrid’s flesh. She raised her fist and smashed them down until there was a very distinct, sickening CRACK, and Joan wailed out loud.

“Catalina!!” Howard shouted. “Joan!! Stop!!”

But they didn’t listen to her.

Joan lunged forward and bit down on one of Aragon’s wings. Aragon let out a startled yelp and clawed at Joan’s back and wings, almost shredding the burned one, but Joan did not let go.

“Stop!!!” Howard yelled again.

Again, nothing.

Blood splattered against the stage. Firebreath and frostbreath alike shot through the air. Golden scales and iridescent feathers clashed viciously.

Howard felt helpless.

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