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musingsofsaturn · 4 years

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Raging Storm | Kristanna Week

Fandom: Frozen, Frozen II

Ship: Anna/Kristoff

Words: 1,800+

Rating: T for references to murder

Summary: A rewrite of the thawing scene in the first ‘Frozen’ film. Anna, Elsa, Hans, and Kristoff race across the icy fjord in pursuit of their destinies, and an act of true love changes Arendelle forever.

Author’s Note: Hello! I am so excited to finally be able to share this oneshot with you all for Kristanna Week 2020. The first prompt was all about rage, passion, and fire, and when this idea came to mind it just demanded to be written. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and happy Kristanna Week everybody! ~Saturn

[Cover photo is an edit I made from a screencap found on Buzzfeed.]

The storm raged on around them.

Elsa, in her panic, ran across the frozen fjord. Her hands were pressed close to her chest, desperate not to do any more harm, even as the wind picked up and the blizzard swirled even harder around them.

Hans was in pursuit of her. He could hardly see anything for the walls of white in front of him. The snow was oppressive, unyeilding, but still he pressed forward in search of the snow queen.

Kristoff ran on, calling Anna’s name into the howling wind as he went. He had seen storms, he’d felt ice, and yet he felt he was completely unprepared for anything quite like this. He’d never felt a sense of danger of this magnitude in all his life.

Anna could feel the sensation of ice within her chest, freezing her from the inside out. Her limbs were stiff, as though the very blood in her veins was freezing. It stung her in pinpricks, caused her to shiver and struggle, and yet she continued on. There was only one thing in the world that could save her now, and he was out on the fjord. If she could just keep going, she could finally kiss Kristoff in an act of true love that would thaw her frozen heart.

In the corner of his eye, Hans detected a flash of blue that interrupted the oppressive mass of white snow that flurried through the air. A soft sob, barely audible over the sound of the storm, convinced him that he’d found his target at last.

“Elsa!” he called out to her. She stopped, turning to him. The whites of her eyes were clearly visible, and her chest was heaving with frantic breaths. “Elsa, you have to surrender. Please, stop this storm!” He stood, strong and certain, gazing at the snow queen as she moved closer to him.

“Don’t you see?” she cried desperately. “I can’t! You have to let me go.”

“Elsa, you can’t run from this! No harm will come to you if you stop this now.”

She shook her head, before asking him, “Where is my sister? Where’s Anna?”

Hans disguised the truth from her behind a mask of concern and sorrow. “Anna? She returned from the mountains weak and cold. You froze her heart,” he told her, watching as Elsa stilled in horror. “I tried to save her, but I was too late. Her skin was ice. Her hair turned white. Your sister is dead - because of you.”

Suddenly, the wind softened, before dying out all together. The swirling flakes of snow and hail stood still in the air. Elsa barely noticed as the slowly drifted towards the ground, until the sky was finally clear.

Her panic gave way to an icy grief. It encompassed everything, her entire being, and the weight of it dragged her body to the floor. In a heartbroken howl, Elsa wept for Anna, her sister, whose warm and loving life had been snuffed out because of the monster that Elsa had become.

As the storm stood still, Anna finally locked eyes with Kristoff across the frozen fjord.

A sense of relief flooded through them both, and Kristoff breathed her name before he took off running towards her. He moved as fast as he could, skidding on the ice of the fjord a few times, desperate to cover the distance between in as short a time as possible.

Anna’s limbs continued to stiffen, and she felt ice coursing through her as she stepped in his direction. Every movement was agony, and still she struggled in Kristoff’s direction, urgently aware that she had mere moments to reach her true love and save herself.

A sound to her right caught her attention, and she turned stiffly to see Hans unsheathing his sword. On the ground, defenceless and unaware, her sister lay in a broken heap, and Anna watched in horror as Hans started to stalk towards her.

Rage overcame her.

Hans Westergaard had taken advantage of her when she was lonely, naive, and desperate. He’d captured her attention, and her heart, intentionally and with vicious intent.

When she’d come to him, trusting and desperate, he threw it all back in her face. Cruelly, he deliberately left her to die a painful death, alone and terrified.

All along, his plan had been to destroy Anna and her sister. For the sake of his own greed, he was willing to lie, abuse, and murder. He’d thought of staging an ‘accident’ for her sister, and now he finally thought he had an excuse to kill her in cold blood, even as she was unable - or unwilling - to defend herself.

As he raised the sword, Anna knew that he thought he had won. That he thought Arendelle was his for the taking.

And that thought filled her with so much burning fury that she felt herself growing hot.

Torn, she turned to Kristoff, who was still running towards her, desperate to save her life. Then she turned back to Elsa, who lay on the floor as Hans marched menacingly towards her. She could save herself, or she could save her sister. In the end, it was an easy choice to make.

All Kristoff could do was watch as the woman he loved shot him a look of apology, before turning away from him and running away across the fjord.

The ice in Anna’s veins seemed to melt, and her renewed heat and strength made her feel powerful and capable. Renewed, she darted across the fjord at an inhuman pace, leaping between Hans and her sister. As he brought the sword down towards them both, she raised her hand, blazing hot, and shouted with a fearsome, burning love for her sister.

“No!”

As the sword - sharpened to a deadly point - touched her flesh, the metal bubbled and melted. Hans and Anna gazed in wonder at the weapon. All that remained in his hand was the hilt. The blade was warped and dripping molten steel onto the ice of the fjord.

At Anna’s shout, Elsa had jumped to her feet. She was completely enthralled at the sight of her sister blazing with magical heat that made her body seem to glow from within.

Anna’s fury was now redirected away from the weapon, and was aimed squarely at the monster who had wielded it. Her hand, still outstretched, emitted sparks and embers, and finally a glowing red flame. It flew from Anna’s flesh, striking Hans in the chest and sending him soaring backwards. He hit the mast of a ship, before dropping to the ground with a heavy thud. His body lay completely still.

“Anna.”

Elsa’s soft, incredulous voice captured Anna’s attention. Her hand lowered as she turned towards her sister, and the otherwordly glow that had consumed her flesh slowly faded.

The sisters embraced. Elsa relaxed into her sister’s warm touch, even as Anna basked in the relieving cold of Elsa’s skin.

Kristoff reached the pair of them, eyes wide and babbling uselessly as he tried to take in what he had just witnessed. Finally, he managed to collect his thoughts enough to say simply, “You have powers too?”

“I’m sorry,” Anna replied, strangely sheepish. “If I had known, I would have said something, I promise.”

“H-how do you feel?” he asked her, concerned that she might still be gravely ill once the adrenaline of what had just happened wore off.

Anna stepped away from Elsa, flexing her limbs and wiggling her fingers and toes. “I feel fine. Wait, no- better than fine. I feel amazing, actually.”

“‘Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart’,” Elsa murmured to herself. “Anna, you gave up on saving your own life to sacrifice yourself for me. I think that was the act of true love that saved you.”

“Well, it makes sense. I do love you.” Anna smiled, taking Elsa’s hand in her own.

“‘Love will thaw’.” They shared a soft smile, relaxing now that the immediate danger was behind them.

“Um, Anna?” Kristoff spoke shakily. “I think we’ve been going about this the wrong way. Everyone thought it was Elsa that had to end the storm, but I think it might be you, feistypants.”

“Me? But I just-” The pair of them were watching her expectantly. “Oh, uh, okay...”

Feeling a little silly, Anna raised her hands. Half expecting it not to work, she closed her eyes, spreading her fingers, and tried to summon the same burning warmth she’d felt before.

Kristoff and Elsa watched in rapt amazement as the ice at Anna’s feet started to melt. The thawing seemed to accelerate and expand, moving far beyond the young princess and out across the fjord.

As he watched, Kristoff couldn’t help but feel warmth within himself as well. When they’d first met, he’d misunderstood her as a spoiled, naive brat, but he’d swiftly come to know that she was fiercely loyal, deeply insecure, and had a heart of pure gold. As he’d walked away from the palace, his entire body had ached from the sheer agony of knowing that he would never see her again.

But he had seen her again. He’d come running to meet her, even as she hurried to him, as they both realised the truth: they were in love. Powerful, fearsome, and true, they were in love.

And now, Kristoff was watching the woman he loved, a woman who was so tormented and utterly unconvinced of her own self-worth, saving the entire kingdom from icy destruction.

Gods, he thought, she’s extraordinary.

Motion beneath her feet made Anna open her eyes, and she gasped as the boat they were stood on bobbed on the now thawed water of the fjord. Behind them, Arendelle’s citizens were cheering her on as the snow melted from the houses and the ice across the streets dissolved.

The sun shone bright above them as only the snow at the top of the distant mountains remained. For the first time in her life, Anna felt strong, powerful, and capable of anything.

Still glowing slightly, Anna turned back to Kristoff and Elsa, wrapping them both in an exuberant bear hug. “We did it!” she cried excitedly.

“You did it.” Elsa’s voice was muffled in Anna’s hair. “You have always held far more power than anybody ever realised.”

Kristoff allowed the sisters to share their moment, stepping aside as they both turned to face their kingdom. He wasn’t a royal, he wasn’t magical, he had no place standing at their sides.

As she gazed across the bank of the fjord, Anna felt as though a part of her was missing. Even as she took her sister’s hand in her own, knowing that Arendelle was safe at last, she experienced an emptiness, as though something remained unfinished.

Looking around, Anna’s eyes fell on Kristoff as he maintained a respectful distance. Wordlessly, she held out her free hand, smiling softly as Kristoff hesitantly moved forward and took it. His hands were so much larger than her own, and his grip was firm and steady. Anna tried to channel her powers into her palms, hoping that her companions might feel the warmth of love that she felt for them both.

“Come on,” Anna said proudly, turning back to the kingdom of Arendelle with a smile. “Let’s go home.”

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ofhoneybees · 3 years

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bio & character information.

C H A R A C T E R I N F O --

name: Maristella 'Mar' Byce age: 31 pronouns: she/her group: ex-communicated occupation: therapist (also a secret safe house) faceclaim: Laura Harrier

B E F O R E -- ( tw: parental death )

Growing up, all Maristella had been shown was love: unyeilding, unwavering love, from both her parents and the people they surrounded themselves with. Even within the church, which she'd been raised in, she always knew she was safe and taken care of. She approached every situation with kindness and a heart to help, but never to the point of being walked over: though she'd been raised with kindness, she'd also been raised to be strong as the wind that blew in a hurricane. All she had ever known was her, her brother, her parents, and the church. And she'd been content with that for a while, going through life and school almost entirely unwavering. It wasn't until college that she started to get inklings of doubt in the church and their goingson, but stayed -- whether for her self-appointed 'study' of them and their actions or for the sake of staying close to her family, even she wasn't sure of.

It wasn't until her mother passed not long before the Pastor's announcement to move everyone to Holy Cross that Mar really decided she didn't trust everything; all along, they'd been promised things happened for a reason and that they'd all be safe as long as they stayed in line, but that was proof that it wasn't all true. And, when the move and transfer was announced, Maristella personally volunteered to move things for the church, trying to show she was still devout when whispers had come up questioning her loyalty. It wasn't long after the move that Mar was ex-communicated, leaving the church but not the town -- even if she wanted to, her want to be close to her brother and father outweighed.

C U R R E N T --

Now, she's built up her own practice within Holy Cross, helping locals and ex-communicated people as much as she can, and even volunteering at the local schools as much as she can to help the youth. She spends most time at her office, doing paperwork or meeting with patients, but she never fails to stop by the coffee shop for a nice cup of joe in the mornings and usually always is drinking some sort of warm beverage. Its hard, seeing people she used to know so close but so far away, but she’s managing.

H E A D C A N O N S --

» she has a small bee tattoo on her ankle, and each stripe has the initials of her grandmother, father, mother, and brother.

» she has an australian shepherd named hive, and she can be found walking him in the early morning and late afternoons. while she’s working, he’s either in the office with her or sunbathing by the front desk.

» she loves acoustic songs and usually its all that plays in the office between clients.

» some people have little magic -- they never miss the bus, or they get food delivery with no problems, or they never run late. hers is that she can make the perfect cup of tea, no matter who its for, and she’s proud of it even if she insists it’s just luck.

#about.

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thedinalixlegacy · 3 years

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OCs - Life Day edition

I was tagged by @shanfamilydrama a little while ago to do this. Thank you so much for tagging me! Idk about other cultures but here we have second Christmas day so I’m only one day late?? 😉

I won’t tag anyone else because it’s already a bit late now, but if you do want to do this feel free to say I tagged you! I would be happy to read it.

Under the cut the more in-depth explanations for them all :)

Lidian: I think if there ever was a Lifeday they would all spend together it would be Lidian and Mirda who organise it. Lidian would go out of her way to make it a lovely evening for everyone. She’s pretty easy to talk to and she’s genuinly interested in others so she’s very good at finding the right presents for everyone. She’s also someone who promises herself each year that she’ll stick to her budget only to exeed it once again because she’s found a present that’s maybe a little expensive but just perfect for one of them. During the evening she will walk around to make sure everyone’s glasses are still filled and no one is sitting somewhere by themselves.

Esok: Esok shows up at the party fashionably late. Some started to think he wouldn’t turn up at all but those who know him a little bit know that he wouldn’t miss a celebration with friends for the world. The only reason he is so late is that he still needed to wrap his presents and maybe collect a bounty on the way over. Most of the night he will be engrossed in the dejarik game he and Levak started. Rarely has he met someone who wasn’t intimitated by his unyeilding and fierce demeanor during competitions, but Levak holds his ground very well. When the night is over but their argument over who won the last round is yet a long way from being settled Esok cannot deny he’s secretly impressed by the guy.

Levak: Levak is definitely intimidated by Esok during their game of dejarik but Tatooine would freeze over before he ever let that show. He started the game and he would be a fool to back out now. Besides, he has a reputation to keep. Sabacc is his strong suit however so before they part ways he tells Esok they should play that one day. From the corner of his eye he can just see Lidian shoot Zasmou a look that conveys something like “Oh dear Force. Not more of this.” 95% of the time Levak spend on preparations for the Lifeday party was spend looking for the ugliest jumper he could find and the other 5% of the time was reserved for finding presents. When asked he would say that a laughing fit is the best present he could ever give them but everyone knows he just forgot to buy something until the last moment.

Omaras: Most were surprised to find out that the agent is actually pretty good at finding the right presents for others. He might not spend a lot of time with them all but he excels at reading people and discovering what it is that has their attention at the moment. Besides that he also has plenty of useful connections when it comes to finding something valuable or rare. He likes planning in advance so he will already have started gathering information and looking for things half a year before the party actually takes place. He takes this gift thing very seriously. Omaras is also one of those people who says they don’t want to join in playing a game themselves but then starts to tell other people how to play it. At the beginning of the evening he just passively observed the game of dejarik between Esok and Levak but as the stakes got higher and the two got bolder (and, in his very honest opinion, more reckless - Esok was so engrossed he didn’t even notice Levak cheating at one point) he just cannot help making comments and giving unsollicited advice to both parties halfway through.

Mirda: Mirda has been looking forward to this party for many months and just like Lidian she wants it to be a gigantic succes. She loves the preparations almost as much as she does the party itself and her friends and crew have to hear her bring it up in nearly every casual conversation for at least two months before it actually starts. She drags Kira with her to go shopping for presents and decorations and ends up buying more than she can possibly fit in the house, yet somehow manages to do so anyway. Her enthousiasm is contagious and nobody can really blame her for the abundance of decorations or the fact that they can all still find glitter on their clothing a month later.

Zasmou: Him being banned from the kitchen is actually kinda sad because he really does love cooking a lot. He doesn’t often get the chance to do so in between missions and the idea of cooking for so many people has him excited. He will ask his sister oh so kindly if he really isn’t allowed to cook the main course, but Lidian knows better than to give in. She knows that whatever he says he will make the food way too spicy. Like, over the top spicy. Zasmou has had plenty of chances already, both when cooking for their adoptive parents and afterwards when it was just the two of them, but he’s a perfectionist when it comes to cooking and he can hardly give his guests something bland to eat now can he? So to prevent everyone from wanting to dunk their heads in the river after dinner Lidian has told him to please stay away from the kitchen.

Faramijn: Faramijn wasn’t really sure about the party at first. She’d rather invite a few close friends at home than attend a party where she doesn’t even know everyone. In the end it was Mirda and her unending enthousiasm that convinced her to join. While out to buy presents she came across one of the worst novelty jumpers she could imagine and because she’s of the firm opinion that formal clothing is overrated she just had to buy it. It was the ugliest thing ever and Mirda hadn’t been able to stop laughing when Faramijn showed up with it at the party. Faramijn was secretly glad to see that she wasn’t the only one with one and that Levak had decided to get one too.

Na’brina and Kraaylat: Na’brina isn’t opposed to a party or a night out from time to time, but this sounded to her like an absolute waste of time. Kraaylat didn’t even consider it at all. It’s probably for the best that they didn’t join because Na’brina would be silently brooding in a corner the entire evening and Kraaylat would just be insulting and annoying people out of boredom, hoping to cause a fight.

#this was so much fun to think of #just all of them partying together with all their weird things and ideas #thank you for tagging me!!#oc: lidian #oc: levak #oc: esok #oc: mirda #oc: zasmou #oc: faramijn #oc: na'brina #oc: kraaylat #oc: koldo'mara'sioular #sjhdsjhdfbs i only now see how incredibly long this has gotten #youre a babe if youve read it all but pls dont feel obligated

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watchedog · 3 years

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WHAT SKY ARE YOU?

sunrise

no matter how many times you get knocked down, you always get back up. you defy expectations and stay true to yourself. you are a leader - maybe not in a traditional sense in that others follow you, but you've carved out your own path in life. you are kind but UNYEILDING. you have strong opinions and values. there's a part of you that just wants to make everyone else around you happy, but you know your limits - that you can only share what you have to give. you may seem unassuming to others at first but in time they will watch as you grow into something incredible.

#[file] : study #feel free to steal from me #[incoming] : dash games

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nonstop-nonsensical-notes · 4 years

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Scott Pilgrim Classpects pt.2

Now, onto the series namesake....

Scott Pilgrim!

Scott Pilgrim - Page of Hope

Classpecting Scott was a bit harder than Ramona, due to him repressing lots of his memories and emotions. This made it harder to figure out his true feelings and values in life. Eventually, I realized it was obvious, he was a hope player. Hope is related to an unyeilding faith in things you value, and a belief that everything is going to work out exactly how they imagine. Throughout the story, Scott has an extremley strong faith in Ramona, and a belief that if he defeats all her exes, their relationship will be perfect forever. This is the power of Hope at play. I figured out that he was a Page of Hope through realizing his similarities to Jake English. They both have an extremley strong belief in those they care about, (ie: Ramona and Dirk,) and they want these people to reciprocate this belief. This can lead to them trying so hard to make a relationship work, they ignore or run away from their relationship problems. (ie: Scott repressing his past relationship troubles and being dishonest about it to Ramona, and Jake ignoring Dirk instead of confronting him about their problems.) He has many other qualities of a page, such as an aversion to change, and a strong disconnect between his inner self and outer self. Once you combine this with Hope, it really makes sense. That is why I think Scott Pilgrim is a Page of Hope!

#classpect #classpect analysis #nnn classpections #homestuck #scott pilgrim

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bryndeavour · 4 years

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For the OTP questions: Max/Morse: 3, 10, 14, 24

3. Most common argument?

They can honestly bicker about anything? I think on the domestic front it’s probably a cleanliness and self care issue. Morse is bad at self care! He’s a sort of messy on the home front! And for all his great memory.. he doesn’t often prioritize things like organization.

On a much more serious scale, the drinking? throwing oneself in front of guns? But also Max’s expectations I don’t think can always be met and maybe, considering, are unyeilding. We’ve got two stubborn boys here with very strong opinions. I think their rows are rather legendary (remind me to write that fic where Morse ends up on Joan and Jim’s couch because he and Max had a huge and stupid fight).

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Both of them. Morse has a very good memory and makes a concerted effort to try to be attentive as a partner (most of the time). Max does this as well, but it’s a bit easier with Morse as he’s not entirely adventurous with food so it’s not SUPER hard to know what he would order after a short amount of time. Max has some higher food standards but Morse catches on quick... so they are pretty safe in one another’s hands when it comes to picking something up for the other. I do live for the little slips though.. where someone else grabs something for one of them and the other, giving them self away entirely, says ‘oh no he hates that!’ ‘that’s not his brand!’ ‘he’d much prefer ___’ or ‘oh no he’s allergic.’

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Idk, this is a weird one. I guess I never thought about Kiss pressure PSI outside of Robbie Lewis devouring people’s faces.

I think this is definitely a situational thing. A desperation thing. Both of them have a great capacity for it. Morse always putting himself in danger.. Max being thrust into danger against his will (*coughdeguellocough*) and just that sort of long term yearning that makes them as a slow burn really satisfying. But also they can be soooooo soft I want to die so.. I guess this is a non-answer haha. The only definite I have here is Robert Lewis wins all kiss pressure competitions.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

MAX. All perfectly timed zings, whether jokes or bawdy comments, are always Max. Have you SEEN the faces Morse makes? Obviously he needs to push those buttons as much as possible.

OTP Questions

#ange talks #max and morse #morse and max #ask memes #i will do other pairings but i will also talk about max and morse forever #so have at it #greenapricot

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requiescatinpacerp · 5 years

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“I can’t change who I am, so now it’s time to live with it.”

Remus Lupin

Age: Eighteen

Affiliation: Order

Blood Status: Halfblood

Career: Research Consultant

Wand: 10 1/4, Cypress Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, Unyeilding

Bright moon against a dark sky. A pint with friends. Books spread across a table. Fur moving in the wind. Woods. Smell of old books. Comfortable trench coats. Red plaids. Messy brown hair. The silence of a library. Strength of those around you. The laughs of a easy night. Fear of what’s coming. The light of learning something new. Storm from a monster brewing inside. Crimson. Chocolate. Late night adventures. Support of family. Gold. Memories that last forever. Acceptance of who people are.

Remus was born the son of a wizard and a muggle. Both his mother and father were quiet and kind people. They didn’t bother anyone in any way, nor were they bothered when someone asked for some help. People had always said such nice things about the Lupin’s, however, even the nicest people can make terrible judgment calls. For Remus’ father, Lyall Lupin, the terrible judgment called happened in court one day when he was face to face with Fenrir Greyback. There was just something about the man that didn’t seem right, no matter the lies that he had been telling the rest of the court. The frustration that Lyall had towards the situation grew before it finally escalated into the same type of judgmental words that someone might think about werewolves. Once the situation had been over, Lyall thought that everything might be okay. Little did he know that not only were his suspicions right, but Fenrir was the worst werewolf to piss off. It wasn’t until a few days later, possibly to give the Lupin’s some false sense of security, that Fenrir made his attack. Remus had been fast asleep in his bed, just like every other almost five-year-old, when suddenly he felt an excruciating amount of pain and started into a scream. Opening his eyes, he didn’t recognize the being next to him and he tried to squirm or do something, but Fenrir was just too strong, and Remus too young. Lyall heard the commotion and ran to his son’s aid as quickly as he could. It took a lot of fight and some very strong spells to get Fenrir out of his house, but he was only glad that he saved his son. The bite marks that Remus know had only told his father one thing, that while he had been successful in saving his son's life, he wasn’t as successful in keeping him human.

Some would say from that moment on, fear had taken over Remus’ parents more than they had Remus, for Remus was only a child and didn’t fully understand how people felt about those like him. Like most children, Remus believed that when you meet someone, there shouldn’t be judgment right away because you don’t know them. While he wasn’t wrong, it just wasn’t how the world worked, especially if you were a werewolf. For the rest of Remus’ childhood, he was forced to move from place to place because his parents started to become a little worried when people began to notice that something was odd about Remus. They began to notice his patterns, and his father didn’t want someone coming after his son. Remus however just wanted to have some friends of his own. He wanted the chance to stay in one place and maybe make some friends that were the same age as him. While his parents understood this need, they didn’t agree with it. There was too much danger in him potentially telling people what he was for him to spend time with other kids. Remus felt like this was going to be his life forever, spent hiding away from people, until his family was visited by a wizard named Albus Dumbledore. It took a little work on Dumbledore’s part, but he was able to ease the worries of Remus’ parents and convince them that it would be okay for Remus to go to Hogwarts. He told them that there were already precautions taken in the form of a shack in Hogsmede where Remus could spend his week of transformation. Even though they were still reluctant to let him go, they agreed to try it out, only hoping for the best.

Remus was thrilled to be going to school because not only was this his chance to spend time with kids his own age, but even a chance for him to prove that he was more than his condition. Possibly even make a better name for werewolves. On the train, he kept to himself a bit, not wanting to try and draw too much attention. Even though he was excited, he was still a little scared. This was his first trip off on his own and he really didn’t know what to expect, or even how to act. Upon entering the Great Hall and sitting under the Sorting Hat, Remus waited for his house to be announced before finally Gryffindor was called out for all to hear. This announcement gave Remus the feeling that maybe this would end up being a good thing. He had heard about the Gryffindor house from his parents and believed that it could be a start to something good. After the ceremony, he followed the pack and headed into his dormitory where he met some of the friends that he would have for the rest of his life.

James, Sirius, and Peter were the friends that Remus had always dreamed about having. They were funny, loyal, and just good to be around. They helped Remus come out of his shell a bit and grow with some confidence. It wasn’t until their second year that it came out that Remus was a werewolf, but it didn’t make things worse like Remus thought it would, it actually made things better. The other boys teamed up to learn how to become an Animagus, and soon started going to visit Remus in the shack as their own animals when he was out for the week. Of course, Remus had some friends outside of these three, but mostly it was just the four of them. Remus had always been the smarter of the bunch, or maybe just the one who really wanted to pay attention in class. He always did well on exams, got high marks in classes, and never seemed to disappoint in the work he did. Remus loved being in Hogwarts more than he really imagined he would. Everything was perfect from the lessons to his friends, and even the trips home when he could tell his parents all about the events of that year. Everything was going great until a prank went terribly wrong towards the end of their time at school.

Remus knew that James never meant it in a serious way when he mentioned pulling a harsh prank on Severus. Sirius, on the other hand, seemed to think it was actually something they were going to do. Remus doesn’t have much of a memory of that night, but he has enough to put the pieces together. It wasn’t until after he had transformed that Severus had been stuck on that tree, with Remus closing in on him. Without the ability to stop himself, Severus was sure to have died that night, until James had stepped in. The stag had helped Remus get to the shack he used for hiding and stayed with him until everything had calmed down. That was probably the hardest time for Remus, in most of his life. Having to not only think about the fact that his friend, whether he meant it to be that bad or not, had put him in that position, and that he almost killed another student. If James and Peter hadn’t been there that night, who knows what would’ve happened in the end. Remus’ final year could’ve ended in a very different place.

With certain events behind them, but the effects still present, Remus finished his time at Hogwarts and moved on to something new. It was time for him to find the next part of his life. Even with the thing that happened with Severus, Remus didn’t want to go back into hiding, well, not like how his parents had been doing it. He couldn’t change who he was, so there was no point in pretending that he could go without human contact for the rest of his life. At this point, he still tries to keep in touch with his friends as much as possible, mostly because he cares for them greatly. As well, he’s trying to find out what’s best for him in the idea of a career. His professors told him that he could do just about anything he wanted to at this point, for he had been such a great student, but that still meant having to find something that he really loved the idea of doing.

Something that had been really bothering him since graduation was the idea of the war that was brewing. It seemed that whenever Remus had the chance of something positive happening in his life, something else would come around to complicate it. There was really nothing they could do to stop this war from coming in the first place, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t going to try and help end it. James had been the one to tell him about the Order, and Remus didn’t even hesitate to join. While it was dangerous and he had his own personal concerns, he knew that he needed to do this. This was going to be their chance to help make sure their world was protected, so why not put in the effort?

THE MARAUDERS – James, Sirius, and Peter are Remus’ three best friends, and the best of friends that someone could ask for. While it’s still awkward to be around Sirius after what happened, he’s trying to move past it because he doesn’t want to lose someone who means so much to him.

FENRIR GREYBACK – Remus hasn’t seen Fenrir since the night he was attacked, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t looked.

LUCINDA TALKALOT – As long as possible it had always been him and Lucinda, despite rocky roads and other forces greater then they tell them that they shouldn’t be friends. Despite it all, they persevered.

Remus Lupin is currently an TAKEN character with a FC of Tom Holland.

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Ask and ye shall fucking receive, bitches!!!

Oh yeah, that’s right, the cast lists have been posted! Moreover, posted IN FULL! Actors, character names, character professions, and chARACTER DESCRIPTIONS HOLY SHIT!!!!1!!

Once again, I have done my best to sort the Bacchanalians by track. It was much more challenging than last year (and took a good deal longer), where I only mixed up two. The music track is easy, of course, but combat and improv are another matter. In the end, I simply could not decide for a fair number, and these are listed in a separate section.

A small note, I had to copyedit the FUCK out of these descriptions. Man, I dunno, I think their apostrophe key was maybe busted? and there were loads of misspellings, a few missing spaces, and occasionally just the wrong word entirely. If anyone with any sort of influence on the Faire’s website happens to see this, PLEASE go back and fix these errors.

As always, check the Faire’s website for headshots. And also for the scenario, I guess, because I just realized I never got around to making a post about that.

Leads

Mary Huff : Queen Elizabeth I – Queen of England

Young and full of hope for the future of her country, Queen Elizabeth I is eager to take part in the day’s festivities and to learn more about the people she is meant to rule. Though she is youthful in appearance, she should not be underestimated. Queen Elizabeth I is intelligent, quick-witted and does not suffer fools lightly.

Joshua Kachnycz : Robert Dudley – Master of Horse

Wealthy and benevolent, this Englishman seeks to ensure everything is perfect for the Queen’s coronation day. Though he is a strong, independently wealthy, and capable man, he is not afraid to listen to and heed a woman’s opinion, which quickly makes him one of Queen Elizabeth I most trusted advisors and friends. [Listen I am so glad this man is returning, he is such a joy to watch act.] [Zis is pleasink to me!]

Alex Stompoly : Henry Carry – Nobleman

Cousin to Elizabeth I, Henry Carey has a claim to the English throne and is not likely to let you forget it. While he ultimately wants what is best for the country, he doesn't always have the hearts of the ordinary citizens he represents at the forefront of his political strategy. It may take him a while to believe that such a young Queen can be a strong leader. [OH FUCK YEAH ALEX IS THE VILLAIN THIS IS EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED]

Combat

Sunny Vinsavich : Bev Tanningrove – Tanningrove Family Muscle

When carousing with friends, she is playful and carefree; but this cousin to Jack Tanningrove is quick to anger if she suspects you of disrespecting the Tanningrove name. Bold and hot-blooded, it doesn't take much to convince her to enter into a brawl to defend her house.

Emily Wirthwein : Sylvia Forel – Sword Mistress

As lethal as she is lovely, this German Master Swordswoman is renowned throughout Europe. If you are lucky enough to have her in your employ, you can expect her complete loyalty and services as a sellsword – as long as you aren't outbid by a wealthier party. [Oh good, the German mercenaries are back.]

Mel Angelo : Mary McBride – Dance Mistress of the Shire

Best friend to Rose Hopfield, this dancing mistress makes a loyal, dependable, and energetic companion. Shire folk beware: don't call her a coward or insult the Hopfields, else you might find yourself face to face with the pointy end of her sword.

Ilana Lo : Fan Liu – Pirate

Running away from home at the age of thirteen, Fan Liu spent her formative years as a member of pirate crews in many different countries. Because of these varied experiences and her own innate charm, Fan Liu is a brilliant negotiator, easily able to talk people into doing just about anything she asks. And if they make the mistake of not doing as she asks, they will soon face her steel.

Leigh Loureiro : Bonnie Buchanna – Pirate

A formidable opponent who can fight, curse, and drink just as well if not better than her male counterparts. Nicknamed ‘Bloody Bonnie’ for her reputation of leaving no survivors, many would be surprised to learn that she secretly has a soft spot for soft and cuddly critters. But,please, don't tell her we told you!

Amanda Darrigo : Mistress Quickley – Tavern Keeper

Thrilled at finally fulfilling her dream of opening her own tavern, this little lady isn’t shy about inviting people in or delegating responsibilities to her subordinates. In fact, she loves being a boss so much she might try to hire you to manage the day-to-day operations so she can focus on big-picture items: like how to spend her hard earned ducats.

Sean Besecker : Captain James Thatch – Captain of The Queen's Vengeance

Thatch grew up on pirate ships watching and learning from the best sea-robbers in the business, so it is no surprise that he is one of the most ruthless and cutthroat pirates to sail the seven seas. While polite society would consider him uncivilized, he does live his life adhering closely to a very important set of rules: the Piratical Code. [pyrate ship count: 1]

Matthew Glen Clark : Bartholomew Wainwright – Yeoman

Dark and brooding, the mysterious Bartholomew Wainwright is often mistaken as cynical when a better term for him would be logical. He makes decisions using his brain and not his heard – the same cannot be said for some of his fellow Yeoman.

Austin James : Edward Mawson – First Mate

With knowledge of the civilized world, Edward Mawson, sometimes referred to as Maw, is the perfect First Mate to his unruly Captain. He is easily able to represent the Captain at important affairs and likes to mingle with the upper crust of society. In fact, he likes it so much that he dreams of bettering his own position so that he might one day join them.

Music

The Sirens

Sarah Bartley : Captain Sheena Daley O'Connell – Captain of The Unyeilding Tempest

The Leader. She is bold, brave, fearless and knows the world of piracy like the back of her well-worn hands. Sheena actively attempts to keep the peace in ORC but enjoys looting and pillaging as much as her fellow captains. Her deeds are heroic, but often tall in nature! Ask her to tell you all about when she saved her entire crew with a single plank of wood. She will regale you. [pyrate ship count: 2]

Leigh Anne Hamlin : Captain Scarlett Seymour – Captain of The Shadow of Prophecy

The Joker. She is laid back, extremely confident but relentlessly lazy. Scarlett always cracks jokes and makes light of difficult situations. She has been a pirate all her life and she is damn good at it! She is fond of long naps, drinking and gambling. Whats her secret? Good luck and tons of it! [Four things. First, pyrate ship count: 3. Second, presuming she named he ship herself, I guarantee that this character is queer, because that’s the most Extra ship name ever, and only us queer folk are that overdramatic. Three, prophesy? seymour? see-more? r u kidding me? Four: if you go look at her headshot, this actor bears an uncanny resemblance to Vanessa Sterling.]

Megan Jones : Captain Ruth "The Blade" Gibson – Captain of The Jolly Walrus

The Wild Card. She is tough, blunt, and has a wee bit of a rage problem. Although she loves piracy and has the scars to prove it, she melts at the sight of children and cuddly animals, who have the ability to soften her strong demeanor. Do not dare question her about the name of her ship! Shes sensitive about it. [Oh hell yeah, Megan Jones is a pyrate! I am very pleased about this. Also, pyrate ship count: 4.]

Sarah Williams : Captain Elanor Keetly – Captain of The Malevolence

The newly appointed Captain of The Malevolence. The innocent. She has inherited her newfound position of Captain after all the members of her crew mysteriously perished in a tragic maritime accident. She has a thirst for knowledge and craves to be the very best in her new career! Elanor is extremely enthusiastic, but a bit frightened of the weight of her new position. She has a malicious alter ego named Cookie. [Well, that certainly took at turn at the last line! Pyrate ship count: 5, and whomever named this vessel was definitely queer, too.]

The Irish Revels

Autumn Sheffy : Siobhán O'Sullivan – Royal Music Tutor

Having left the rest of her family behind to seek her fortune, this maestro has ascended to the ranks of the English court! Surely she wouldn't lord this success over the rest of her siblings...

Jordan Bell : Gilda O'Sullivan – Musician

Gilda is an optimistic and charismatic leader. She hasn't the time for negativity or ill will amongst her siblings, so she simply pushes through it with a bright smile. She is a perfectionist and an overachiever. She adores music and her siblings, despite their failings, and will do anything to make sure the festival day goes off without a hitch. She has the color-coded scrolls to prove it! because what are we, animals?

Morgan Harwood : Alannah O'Sullivan – Musician

Alannah is kind, carefree, and a bit odd. She is the youngest of the quintuplets and the most connected to the universe. She has the ability to see magic creatures and is often overtaken by her imagination. Her magic touch can calm her siblings when the time arises. The music she performs grounds her back in reality. She doesn’t walk, she floats. [Whelp, this character obviously has a connection to the fae, so she’s definitely Autistic.]

Jared Haverdink : Keagan O'Sullivan – Musician

Keagan is a realist, has an excellent sense of humor, and is endlessly sarcastic. He has a bit of the ol’ Irish temper that is easily set off by small things. The most talented musically of the O’Sullivan siblings, he was always very skilled, but has recently improved dramatically, almost overnight. His siblings are suspicious he has made a deal with a sea witch for his newfound shredding skills. [I’m so glad that last sentence exists.]

Joey Mudd : Deklyn O'Sullivan – Musician

Deklyn, like his sister Gilda, is a very friendly and charismatic young musician. He is full of life, energy, joy and is extremely earnest. However, he does tend to worry, and his imagination takes hold, extrapolating the smallest misstep that could lead to the doom of his family. Frequently stares into the middle distance, right between the crucial and the trivial, between existential dread and I’ll take the dressing on the side. [The Millennial™]

The Rakish Rogues

Christopher Burch : Sterling Armstrong – Highwayman, Leader of Group

The leader of this merry band of misfits. He is bold, ambitious, but a tad arrogant. Sterling fancies himself as a ladies’ man, but when approached by a woman, he can’t always follow through. His leadership style is that of blind intuition. His British dialect is very put-on and manly, but he often slips into Cockney, his real voice, when angered. Sterling doesn't walk, he glides. Is that his real name or did he make it up? [FUCK YEAH THEY DID THE THING THEY PUT HIM ON THE MUSIC TRACK YESSSSSS!]

Chase Brackett : Tucker Abbot – Highwayman, Sterling's Protégé

A former homeless orphan who was adopted by Sterling Armstrong as his younger brother and protégé . He absolutely worships the ground his brother walks on. Tucker is very bright, optimistic, and somewhat naïve. He is completely unaware when he says filthy and inappropriate things. Sterling said it so it must be fine! He loves the life of crime, but mostly he just wants to find a beautiful lady and sing songs to her pretty face forever. [This character description has newsie energy.]

Pete Hedberg : Jeremiah Slight – Highwayman, Sterling's Right-Hand Man

He is the muscle of the group, but secretly the brains. Jeremiah is the only person keeping this group afloat, but he would rather stick to the shadows than be in the limelight. He is excellent at thievery and a master of disguise. If you get close enough to find out how many accents he can do, you may not live to tell the tale! [*laughs in a decade of faire accents*] [also slight is the right hand man? slight of hand? fuck you.]

Ian Agnew : William "Bill" Crimson – Highwayman, former Benadictine Monk

A former Benedictine monk who was living a pious life in an abbey. He one day was hit in the head with a bible, decided to leave the cloth and turn to a more exciting life of crime. He adores his new lifestyle and lives it with absolutely no restraint or regret. Bill has a newfound love of drinking, women, and gambling. He may have a few loose screws, but he’s never been happier. [So there’s a good bit to unpack there. Kind of like a reverse Cadfael.]

Improv

Sheila Barton : Lady Delores Anne Penburthy – Lady Mayor of Mount Hope

Effervescent and vivacious, the Lady Mayor is sure to give Queen Elizabeth I the warm and generous welcome deserving a ruler of England. Having earned the love of the townspeople, the Lady Mayor could teach the young Queen a thing or two about earning the trust and loyalty of her people.

Adam Shepley : William Cecil – Advisor to the Queen

Her Majesty’s most stalwart advisor, and head of her privy council. Usually the smartest man in the room, and well aware of it, Cecil knows Elizabeth will be a good queen. Honestly after her sister Mary, things can only go up.

Joe Penn : Jacob Perry – Sheriff of Mount Hope

He loves putting away bad guys and solving mysteries. The only mystery he cant solve: how to grow up. [Oh. Hell. Yeah.]

Jonathan Handley : Sir William Pickering – Nobleman

Well educated, well bred, well connected. William Pickering has studied at the best schools, spent time among the French court, and is a good friend of Queen Elizabeth; but surely he would never let those things go to his head. He is still a man of the people, with his finger on the gilded pulse of the court.

Rob Condas : William Shakespeare – Apprentice Glover

Everyone needs gloves, and serving all levels of society has made young Bill a keen observer of the human condition. He has heard many stories, and feels that he has many stories to tell. He’d like to try his hand at playwrighting – maybe he can wrangle up some actors to try out a new play or two. [This is absolutely genius, because if we remain in the same universe for a couple years, we’ll get to see his transition to fully-fledged playwright!]

Adam Kampouris : Christopher "Kit" Marlowe – Playwright

Full of charm and swagger, this playwright can woo a hundred paramours without running out of pickup lines; finish several thousand tankards of ale without retiring for bed; and accomplish almost any task without exerting too much effort; but he cannot seem to finish a play. He is hoping Mount Hope Shire will provide him the inspiration he needs to pen his next masterpiece.

Kelsey Jefferies : Gretchen Froman – Heir to the Sausage Throne

Her parents have newly acquired a fortune from their successful Sausage empire, and they like to flaunt it! Fortunately for them, their daughter is responsible enough for both of them and makes sure they don’t blow it all in a single shopping trip. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy some of the perks – just that she is the only one of the three with some class about it. [For context, see the Blackfryars’ descriptions.]

Noelani Stevenson : Eskarina Nutter – Wise Woman

This cunning woman knows that there are things in this world that cannot be explained, and their solutions must be equally inexplicable. A mistress of folk medicine, herbal lore, and charms, she will heal you up quick or dispel the evil eye. Just remember that what she can cure, she can just as easily give back if you cross her. [hell yeah my pagan girl! Also if you look at her headshot, her design is literally Sabrina but a little paler and with blond hair, which is most amusing to me.] [but like,,, why is her last name nutter.]

Kira Gaudynski : Stella Hopfield – Bottler

Wife of John Hopfield. Though her title is Bottler, she does so much more – marketing, distribution, HR, pretty much everything that isn’t the actual brewing of the beer...and girl, is she good at it! She thrives under pressure, and fortunately for her, there is always pressure abounding.

Ryan Perry : John Hopfield – Brew Master

Patriarch of the Hopfield family. His brews are best. His ales are awesome. His stouts are stellar. His lagers are...really good too. Hes proud of the name he has made for his family, and knows that beer is the true heart of Mount Hope.

Katelyn Shreiner : Sherry Tanningrove – Mistress of the Cellars

Sister of Horice Tanningrove and his partner in the winery. Her mind is like the aging process of wine: calculating, patient, and meticulous. She has an eye for detail and rarely jumps to conclusions. She knows that trends come and go, but wine will be forever.

Michael Stahler : Horace Tanningrove – Vinter

Patriarch of the Tanningrove Family. Wine is what put the shire of Mount Hope on the map, and Horace is proud of that family tradition. He knows Queen Elizabeth will have a more refined palate than her late father and sister, and will help bring Mount Hope’s wines back to the top no matter what those uppity Hopfields say. [yeah okay so there’s definitely a family rivalry here]

Alright, You Stumped Me

Katie Burch : Theresa Ratchet – Rat Catcher

Sickness has begun blanketing the world. Some people blame it on bad smells, some people believe it to be God’s wrath due to the sinful ways of today’s culture. Theresa, however, believes it to be because of the rats. She can’t prove it, and no one else believes her, but she will do whatever it takes to rid Mount Hope of these verminous infestations and save the populous in the process. [Heck yeah, my science-based girl, go get it!]

George Hamilton : Douglas Johnson – Master Thief

He’s been arrested so many times by Sheriff Perry, they know practically everything about each other. One might even suspect they’ve become friends, but Douglas Johnson would never take advantage of his friendship....in any way that would be obvious to Sheriff Jacob. [I’m always a slut for this sort of dynamic!]

Shannon Holder : Rose Hopfield – Brew Master's Daughter

Impulsive, independent, and passionate, this young woman is exploring the world on her own and beginning to see things in a new light, not solely from the perspective of her brewmaster father. By the end of the festival day, she may even sip her first glass of wine!

Jesse Kortus : Jack Tanningrove – Vinter's Son

Idealistic, intelligent, and inquisitive, this young man is coming into his own and beginning to question the things he has grown up with as facts. For example: contrary to his father’s opinion, there seem to be a great deal of people upon the shire who prefer beer to wine. He intends to spend the day finding out just why that is. [....oh great we’re gonna have friggin’ het star-crossed lovers up in here, aren’t we.]

John Surgener : Charles Kent – Yeoman

Fiercely loyal to the Queen, Charles Kent is every bit the ideal hero. With a strong moral compass and an idyllic spirit, Kent is fast, powerful, and has quickly leapt to the top of the list of the Queens favorite Yeomen.

Haley Ward : Amy Cooper – Cooper

Who would have thought a business person could suffer from TOO MUCH demand? With the ongoing conflict between the Tanningroves and the Hopfields, Amy has been profiting, but at the cost of much sleep. Maybe today she’ll finally be able to enjoy a day off. [*sleep-deprived fistbump*]

My Reasoning

A section I include purely because I don’t like feeling stupid: therefore when I’m wrong, I prefer people to at least see the logic I followed to arrive at my conclusion.

Leads

Robert Dudley and Henry Carry are both mentioned by name in the scenario, so they’re obviously leads, and Queen Elizabeth is sort of, well, Queen Elizabeth.

Combat

Bev Tanningrove – Tanningrove Family Muscle: character description puts her pretty firmly in the combat territory; Sunny Vinsavich’s resume backs this up with necessary training/abilities.

Sylvia Forel – Sword Mistress: character description puts her pretty firmly in the combat territory; Emily Wirthwein’s resume backs this up with necessary training/abilities.

Mary McBride – Dance Mistress of the Shire: character description puts her pretty firmly in the combat territory; Mel Angelo’s resume seems to back this up with necessary training/abilities.

Fan Liu – Pirate: character description indicates combat as a definite possibility; Ilana Lo‘s resume backs this up with SO MUCH necessary training/abilities; character seems to fit better into the pattern of the combat track than the pattern of the improv track.

Bonnie Buchanna – Pirate: character description indicates combat as a definite possibility; Leigh Loureiro‘s resume indicates potential necessary physicality; character seems to fit better into the pattern of the combat track than the pattern of the improv track

Mistress Quickley – Tavern Keeper: can’t freaking find a resume for Amanda Darrigo, but in my PARF experience, tavern-keepers tend to be involved in brawls and melees, thus indicating combat track.

Captain James Thatch – Captain of The Queen's Vengeance: character description indicates combat as a definite option; can’t find a resume for Sean Besecker, but did find a facebook post mentioning his participation in leading a stage-combat workshop alongside Sam Little, thus implying the necessary training/abilities; character seems to fit better into the pattern of the combat track than the pattern of the improv track.

Bartholomew Wainwright – Yeoman: though character description does not necessarily indicate active combat role, one would imagine a yoeman to be involved in combat, and I know past casts have included combat-track yeomen; Matthew Glen Clark‘s resume backs this up with necessary training and physicality.

Edward Mawson – First Mate: character description does not necessarily indicate active combat role, and I was completely unable to find any sort of resume for Austin James, but the character seems to fit into the pattern of the combat track well enough, so it’s my best guess.

Music (hardly challenging, as I mentioned, yet shall display my reasoning anyway)

Captain Sheena Daley O'Connell – Captain of The Unyeilding Tempest: woman pyrate whose character description matches the format of the other Sirens’.

Captain Scarlett Seymour – Captain of The Shadow of Prophecy: woman pyrate whose character description matches the format of the other Sirens’.

Captain Ruth "The Blade" Gibson – Captain of The Jolly Walrus: woman pyrate whose character description matches the format of the other Sirens’, plus we already know Megan Jones is music-track certified, so to speak.

Captain Elanor Keetly – Captain of The Malevolence: woman pyrate whose character description matches the format of the other Sirens’, plus we already know Sarah Williams is both music-track certified and Siren certified.

Siobhán O'Sullivan – Royal Music Tutor: surname matches that of the four Irish characters listed as “musician”.

Gilda O'Sullivan – Musician: surname matches that of the other Irish characters listed as “musician” or similar; Jordan Bell is already both music-track certified and Revel certified.

Alannah O'Sullivan – Musician: surname matches that of the other Irish characters listed as “musician” or similar; Morgan Harwood is already music-track certified.

Keagan O'Sullivan – Musician: surname matches that of the other Irish characters listed as “musician” or similar; Jared Haverdink is already music-track certified.

Deklyn O'Sullivan – Musician: surname matches that of the other Irish characters listed as “musician” or similar.

Sterling Armstrong – Highwayman, Leader of Group: highwayman; we already knew Christoper Burch is music-track capable.

Tucker Abbot – Highwayman, Sterling's Protégé: highwayman; singing is specifically mentioned in description.

Jeremiah Slight – Highwayman, Sterling's Right-Hand Man: highwayman; we already knew Pete Hedberg is very very music-track certified and Rogue certified.

William "Bill" Crimson – Highwayman, former Benadictine Monk: highwayman; we already knew Ian Agnew is both music-track certified and Rogue certified.

Improv

Lady Delores Anne Penburthy – Lady Mayor of Mount Hope: Duh.

William Cecil – Advisor to the Queen: Adam Shepley is historically improv track.

Jacob Perry – Sheriff of Mount Hope: Joe Penn is historically improv track.

Sir William Pickering – Nobleman: Jonathan Handley is historically improv track.

William Shakespeare – Apprentice Glover: character description gives no indication of combat; Rob Condas‘s website extols his improv ability and love of the same.

Christopher "Kit" Marlowe – Playwright: if Shakespeare be improv track, it follows that Marlowe is, too; character description gives no indication of combat.

Gretchen Froman – Heir to the Sausage Throne: one parent is a Blackfryar and the other an improv director, so the statistical likelihood lies with improv; character description gives no indication of combat.

Eskarina Nutter – Wise Woman: character description gives no indication of combat; it makes more sense for a healer-witch-type character to not be combat-focused anyway (though that would make for a really cool character); I could not find any resume for Noelani Stevenson to verify anything one way or another, but I’m relatively confident in my verdict nonetheless.

Stella Hopfield – Bottler: character description gives no indication of combat; Kira Gaudynski’ resume seems to indicate greater improv strength than combat strength.

John Hopfield – Brew Master: character description gives no indication of combat; if the Hopfield matriarch indeed be on improv, it seems to heighten the likelyhood of the Hopfield patriarch being on the same; could not find Ryan Perry’s resume to check training/abilities one way or another.

Sherry Tanningrove – Mistress of the Cellars: character description gives no indication of combat; Katelyn Shreiner‘s resume seems to indicate stronger improv skills than combat skills; following my previous path of reason, if the head Hopfields be on the improv track, likely the head Tanningroves will, too.

Horace Tanningrove – Vinter: character description gives no indication of combat; Michael Stahler‘s resume seems to indicate average stage-combat abilities; once more following my path of reasoning through to the logical conclusion, this other head Tanningrove will likely be on the improv track.

Alright, you stumped me

Theresa Ratchet – Rat Catcher: while Katie Burch has historically been combat-track, the character description gives no indication of combat; moreover, her participation in Theatre in the Mansion indicates to me that she has the necessary abilities for the improv track; neither her website nor twitter reveals anything one way or another; finally, I have a unproven gut instinct that one is more likely to remain on cast more years running if one switches tracks. Verdict? could go either way.

Douglas Johnson – Master Thief: George Hamilton has been on both the music track and the combat track (though music is here ruled out), and his participation in Theatre in the Mansion indicates to me that he has the necessary abilities for the improv track; thieves of various sorts are often on the combat track, but it seems his main acting partner this year is on improv; I cannot find a website for further information, and his social media reveals nothing. Verdict? six of one, half-a-dozen of the other.

Rose Hopfield – Brewmaster's Daughter: character description indicates a divergence from her parents’ worldview, so while I have her parents under improv, it would make some degree of sense for her to be on a different track; only some degree, though, and character description does not indicate combat; Shannon Holder‘s resume seems to indicate possibility in either track. Verdict? honestly probably improv but there is wiggle-room.

Jack Tanningrove – Vinter's Son: character description indicates a divergence from his parents’ worldview, so while I have his parents under improv, it would make some degree of sense for him to be on a different track; only some degree, though, and character description does not indicate combat; I could not find a resume for Jesse Kortus to check training/abilities either way. Verdict? yeah prolly improv but who knows.

Charles Kent – Yeoman: though character description does not necessarily indicate active combat role, one would imagine a yoeman to be involved in combat, and I know past casts have included combat-track yeomen; however, John Surgener’s resume seems to me to lean more toward improv than combat, though he has some degree of experience in both. Verdict? heck if I know.

Amy Cooper – Cooper: character description does not indicate combat; Haley Ward’s resume indicates the necessary training/ability for combat; the character description gives me improv-track vibes somehow. Verdict? yeah at this point your guess is as good as mine.

Phew! That’s more than long enough for one day, so the Blackfryars shall get their own post on the morrow (maybe this evening if I’m responsible... haha...).

To the newcomers, welcome! To those returning, welcome back!

#if you'll excuse me i'll be over here being EXCITED as HECK #man this took me ages #they posted the cast while i was at work on tuesday #i couldn't look at it until 9pm-something #and despite working on this post until 3am-something i couldn't finish it at the time #so then i slept in on wednesday and only got a few hours of work in on it before my evening rehearsal #and i finally finished it a couple hours after rehearsal by which time it was 11pm #and i'd rather post it during the day since more people in the relivent timezone will see it then #so yeah. castlist released on tuesay; post up on thursday #i have many things to say -- even more than my little bracket asides have already said -- but that may be fodder for future posts #for my next trick i will reformat this post to work within the limitations of facebook #yikes #bacchanalians #cast list #casting #parf casting #parf cast 2019 #parf 2019 #parf #pa ren faire #pa renn faire #pa renaissance faire #pennsylvania renaissance faire #renaissance faire #renn faire #ren faire #faire #here's a health to the queuempany

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championfrita · 5 years

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Top 10 Hoenn Pokémon

Number 10 - Ludicolo

I love Ludicolo! Not only does it have pretty neat abilities, but this Pokémon loves to dance. I enjoy seeing our favorite pineapple duck and his quirky antics. Plus Ludicolo is always upbeat and happy, and I love that about it.

Number 9 - Breloom

I've always liked Breloom. It has an unusual Typing and I adore it's design. It can use some seriously powerful moves too, and it's Effect Spore ability is always helpful even if you never intended it to be.

Number 8 - Mightyena

I liked Mightyena the minute I saw it. Mightyena is strong and tough, and it only answers to the strongest trainers. Mightyena is also loyal and unyeilding. It will defend its territory as long as possible and is one of the most intimidating Pokémon in the series.

Number 7 - Spoink

Spoink is just a little bundle of adorable. That little piggy face is unbeatable in cuteness! Spoink is an all around interesting Pokemon, and it's gotta be tough to carry that huge pearl on it's head. I do feel bad for it though, since it dies if it stops bouncing according to the Pokédex.

Number 6 - Camerupt

I love Fire Types, so Camerupt makes this list easy. Not only do I like its design, but its Typing and Moveset are pretty sweet. Sure, it has a high weakness to Water, but Camerupt is a Pokémon you can use against other Fire Types no problem.

Number 5 - Kyogre

I try to stay away from Legendaries on these lists, but I just couldn't leave out Kyogre. Kyogre has always been one of my favorites. Its design is unique and easily recognizable, it's powerful, and just an all around majestic Pokémon. Now that it can Primal Revert it gets even more interesting with a hyped up design, a new move, and a new ability.

Number 4 - Milotic

Milotic is one of the most beautiful Pokémon in the entire franchise. Much like Dragonair, Milotic's design is gorgeous and makes for a graceful and beautiful display. Its Water Typing takes it a step further, allowing for fluid and lovely animation in the show and stunning fan art online. Not to mention it's Wallace's signature Pokémon.

Number 3 - Zigzagoon

Zigzagoon is so cute! That fluffy puffball is playful and charming. I also love how unique this Pokemon's cry is. When I lost my Hoenn games for a while it was one of the things that made me miss playing those games the most.

Number 2 - Metagross

Metagross is just plain amazing. It's a literal tank, and thanks to its Mega Evolution it gets a speed boost. Metagross has a movepool I enjoy, and an eye pleasing design. And it's the powerhouse of the team for the always lovely Steven Stone.

Number 1 - Aron

Aron is another of Steven's Pokémon, and it's absolutely adorable. Aron has a high defense and turns into a powerhouse later in its evolution. With an eye pleasing design, a great evolutionary line, and a good moveset, how could I say no to those adorable big baby blues?

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cinnamonkaye · 6 years

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Sentiments on S2 of Anne with an E

Im probably gonna ramble, but can I just say how wonderfully written this was, how complex the characters are, showing the rawness of human emotion.

Anne has proven to be the imaginative and intelligent dork she is, but time and time she forgets the consequences of her word, hurting her friends and those who she cherish. Nonetheless, she eventually finds a way to make each mistake right, furthering the love we have for her. Anne continues to traverse the road to her teenage years, grasping the concepts of love *cough cough Gilbert* of what she wants to do, and of what she dreams to be. Anne at the end of the season, has matured so much, making us all proud!!

Marilla and Mathew, ah yes, of those who hold unyealding love for our little dork. I love them both so much, and how having Anne has changed the way they see and react to things. Mathew being more vocal, Marilla embracing the coming of the new, Marilla finally speaking her mind to Rachel. (they resolve it either ways ) They’ve grown so much this season and I just can’t comprehend all the happiness it brings me ( and the tears ) to see how far they would go for their little girl.

Jerry, this adorable french boi, finally having the passion to learn. Each scene with him trying to learn how to read had my heart melting, I HOPE SO MUCH FOR HIM HE IS SO PRECIOUS. Also, his interactions with Anne (yes the handwritten christmas letter, bless this boi) and his gestures to make her happy *melts*

Next is the ever loyal bossom friend, beloved Diana, I JUST SHIP HER WITH ANNE SO MUCH THESE TWO MAKE ME WEAK, she’s such a strong girl. I love Diana for providing aunt Jo the support she needs ( after having to think about what the relationship meant, eventually grasping and embracing the truth it holds ) I love Diana for accepting Anne, and for loving her, I honestly would give my life for a friend like her. So precious *hearteyes*

Ok so for Cole I— JUST LOVE THIS ARTISTIC BOY SO MUCH I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU, AND YOU MADE ME PROUD. THAT WAS ONE HUGE STEP AND YOU CLAIMED IT, also I love you and Anne together IM SO CONFLICTED but of course I respect and accept your orientation, and I’m proud of you, and will forever be.

Gilbert oOf this boy. I grow to love you more and more, your respect for everybody, your devotion to studies, your kindness, your smarts, and everything that is you and you alone. I’m excited to see where you’re headed in the seasons to come, to see how you and *cough cough* anne end up ooF, I just love you, you with Anne, you with our precious Bash. Oh how I love how you made him your family, despite the prejudice of those around you. This makes me so proud, so happy, so content I wanna be Anne ooF OH AND COLE POINTING OUT TO ANNE HOW APPARENT YOUR AFFECTIONS FOR ANNE ARE IS HILARIOUS, ADORABLE ASNNXNSKC

For Bash this man has gone through so much, and triumphed over them AND NOW HE’S MARRIED, PARTNERS WITH OUR BOY GIL, AND A HAPPY FREE MAN!! I love how this was explored in the story, showing us how it was for people of color, and of the things they had to go through. I have so much respect for them, they deserve all the good things in this world!!

Aunt Jo is a favorite as well as Ms. Stacy, two empowered women, strong and unyeilding. I JUST LOVE THEM BOTH OKAY, WITH A BURNING INTENSITY. I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING THEM IN THE SEASONS TO COME!!

ALSO THIS FRIENDSHIP TRIO?! RUBY ANNE AND DIANA WHAT A COMBO I STAN TRUE FRIENDS

All in all, as I’ve said, Anne with an E is certainly a masterpiece. It gets better with each episode, and this season has given me so much hope and excitement for what is to come. IM HONESTLY ANGRY AT MYSELF FOR FINISHING EVERYTHING IN A DAY

I NEED MY SEASON 3!! I NEED TO SEE MY CHILDREN THRIVING AND GOING TO COLLEGE AND GROWING UP AND FALLING IN LOVE!! I NEED TO SEE COLE BLOSSOM INTO A FURTHERMORE AMAZING ARTIST, I NEED TO SEE GILBERT AND ANNE COMPETE WITH EACHOTHER AND REACH FOR THEIR DREAMS AND YA KNOW GET MARRIED!! I WANNA SEE JERRY STUDY, DIANE FIND HERSELF A DREAM TO PURSUE, AS WELL AS BILLY GETTING A REDEMPTION ARC? HONESTLY I WANNA SEE EVEYBODYS STORY UNFOLD

#Anne with an E #S2 #Spoilers #Anne #Gilbert #Marilla #Mathew #Cole #Diana #Jerry #AuntJo #Ms.Stacy #adventure #friendship #netflix #books #period drama #romance #Ruby

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theworstjedi · 6 years

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Force Bonds and Force Nexuses Vol. 28

When Friyr woke up he was still in Kaas City. The metal sheen of his one-bedroom apartment ceiling greeted him as it did every grey morning. Or perhaps afternoon. He could feel the world pulling past noon through his stuffed head aching with the weight of another Thursday night hangover (habit from the awkward drudgery of a CO’s schedule), tongue thick and sour in his mouth.

He turned his head to the side without the muscles cramping. Although he was sick to the stomach, his body felt more relaxed than it had in years. The cold light of a rainy day came in as heavy as the darkness of Dromund Kaas. He could even see the droplets sticking to the steamed window.

Friyr inhaled sharply. The breath caught on a rigid band of muscle around the left side of his ribcage. His chest struggled to rise beyond a shallow lungful of air. The Ambrian morning was almost unbearably warm, the Force was unsteady, and the wind rushing over the lake was loud. It always hurt in the mornings especially when he slept rough, but this was a more solid weight pinned against his stomach and hips. NM-1, holo still listing the section they’d fallen asleep on, pulsed softly in front of his cold heavy bulk.

Friyr gingerly displaced the holo and then the droid onto the tabletop, before sitting up on the bench and into the open air of the landing.

“Ow.”

He stretched a twinging shoulder down from the elbow to the end of his fingers and sussed out the intimate details of strain and weakness with his mind, then rubbed them into working order. The flush of feeling into dead places was a relief, but he didn’t savor the sensation. His joints might’ve been locked into place, but the clarity of the night prior had faded into disquiet dreams that already failed to recall themselves, but daylight brought neither resolution nor understanding. Just an abject sense of loss that Friyr couldn’t claim ownership for.

The emotion was sharp, pervasive, and shared across several star systems and well past the Hydian way. But the Force flowed both ways. As in the cave, he felt the string behind his naval tug as though someone were grasping for an answer that wasn’t forthcoming.

His first instinct was to dampen his connection into a muted haze of sensation. Friyr couldn’t afford mistakes. His defection had been clean. So clean that he hadn’t given it thought as he pushed forward. The cave, somehow, had bubbled water from a well he’d thought dry, but Friyr wasn’t one to question when the Force chose to show him something so personal.

He stretched his legs until his bare soles rested on the wooden boards. With his back against the booth and closed eyes, he breathed in the day. The air was hard, but it was fresh and cleansing. It pushed into the empty spaces of his lungs and through the brackish Force pooled in his body. Friyr breathed until he felt himself sink into his own body, then out to the universe. Instead of clearing his mind, he let the thoughts pass him by, like trains in a station, as he drank in this dizzying sense of the cosmos.

Observations about Ambria filtered through his senses frequently. He let those go - although the Am I getting a wicked sunburn? did almost make him give chase. His awareness of another consciousness and its converse awareness of him flashed urgently. It stoked a sense of alarm in Friyr, but he knew the final destination of those thoughts. He waited a while, patient, unyeilding until the cave, compressed deep inside his mind, brought what he’d been searching for.

The last time he’d seen Major Wax had been on one of their infrequent skirmishes with the Republic. They were a small team, against the ropes, losing ground and the Major’s last nerve. Eventually a mutinous squabble broke out about the chain of command as it did when Imperials and Sith were thrown together with a set of instructions.

It had been brewing the moment a young, Force-Sensitive, Pureblood Imperial officer had been put in charge of a handful of Sith apprentices, but his conservative strategy of chipping down a better equipped, more numerous Republic until it provided them a chance to escape planetside had been the tipping point for the newly minted Sith. They were young, still hot-blooded from Korriban and wanted nothing more than to hunt the Republic troops like prey.

It looked like a squabble that Wax would’ve smoothed over had Friyr not slipped the phrase “I won’t work beneath a bloodtraitor” between the Major’s ribs and into the appropriate teeth. Wax had relented against the fresh howl this brought up, jaw clenched, yellow eyes flickering with something as close to anger as Friyr had ever seen them.

“Elutherius, a word before your team departs,” Wax nodded towards the military tents, the gesture mirrored in the Force.

The Red Sith had been quiet for a moment, but when he spoke his Imperial accent was cool, crisp, and hauntingly familiar. The Friyr on Ambria shivered. “You know, I requested you specifically thinking you’d hold it together when everyone decided to whip out their lightsabers and compare sizes; I don’t know what you’re playing at, but if you want power, you won’t attain it by undercutting me.”

“It irrnt about power,” Friyr replied, his uneducated Imperial accent cracked with the rasp of disuse. “It’s about Ignol’s bloody leash. Do you kno’ how lung I’ve bin his apprentice?” Friyr stepped towards the Major, eyes glinting a sick yellow. “I need my pound of flesh.”

“All these years and you have to take it when the Empire’s interests are at stake.”

“I thought you wanted me to be Sith, Kurt. Wasn’t that the point of Korriban?” Friyr asked snidely.

“Want you to be Sith? I don’t even want to be Sith, and I had the choice to be. The only point of Korriban was your life.”

“Funny how that works; sending a slave to the Sith Academy and expecting him to be indebted to the Empire. You have your orders, Kurt; I have my own career to worry about.” Friyr turned to leave.

“Elly.” Friyr paused. “I’m not your CO, but if you can’t speak to me as a colleague or in a civil manner, then our time working in conjunction is over.”

In the end, only one Sith remained with the Imperials beating their way off planet. That hunting party had been doomed before they left the platoon; Friyr had felt it in the Force and She within him. They were dead, and Friyr had what he’d wanted.

It wasn’t an encounter that Friyr considered with any significance. Some names had already escaped his memory and the details had worn down with time. He hadn’t even recalled Major Wax to mind with any strong emotion. No fondness. No anger. It was all very sterile. Even his words had been naught but a means to an end. It was the most mundane of memories, if his escape from the Empire could be counted among the mundane.

If anything, this was a choice that Friyr had made already. Every day he spent in the Empire had been another pipe dream out of scrambling to survive. Perhaps adulthood had jaded him into a path with the Sith for a while, but as tiredness had turned to hate, Friyr had never once considered pitching his loyalty to either Empire or Order.

And yet, Friyr couldn’t say he felt nothing when the Force painted a fantasy where’d turned his back on freedom and felt for the Pureblood’s hands. The spurs on his fingers dug familiarly into the human’s warmer grasp. Absently, in his meditative trance, Friyr’s thumb slid over his empty palm.

“I care about you Kurt Wax. Maybe not the Empire; maybe I barely care for being a Sith,” That had earned a fond smile from the Kurt that had never existed in this reality. “But what’s the alternative? Life’s full of tough choices, and I can live with mine with enough credits. I just—You’ll only hear me say this once, but we’ve been together so long I can’t imagine a future without you in it.”

Friyr slipped out of his recollection with a sigh. “Stupid boy.” He’d of course spent half a lifetime not giving a womp rat’s ass about Kurt Fucking Wax, and then like that some cave would remind him they still shared a deep bond because Friyr did care. He could change his name, his accent, his life, but the Empire in someway had a left a mark deeper than the mangled bones in his face. Friyr didn’t need to read a book to know that.

Stupid boy.

#Friyr Illustratum #IC #Kurt Wax

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creative-classpect · 7 years

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hey so i notice you talk about runes a lot in the context of sburb, did you ever make a post where you just explain the basics of what runes are and what they do? and if so, can you link me to it?

I had a few, very basic posts on them

When my denizen, Odin, watched reality rip itself apart with Rage magic he saw the runes

And I wrote this little thing

“What are the runes? They are power. Power that can never be stollen away from you. They are beyond knowledge, they exist solely within wisdom. One can not learn of them, you can only experience them. The concepts, the feelings, sensations, and ideas. You might know them or what they look like, but without the wisdom to use them they are just words and symbols. The 18 runes are what happens when you take your passion and channel them into meaning, into symbols and words that make reality hear your call.Reality is an animal, a beast.  Prideful, adaptable, and untamed. Runes are it’s collar, it’s chains.  Strong, guiding, and unyeilding.”

My first rough draft was this: http://creative-classpect.tumblr.com/post/160938994795/rages-runes but it’s not... very good... but I’m tweaking and fine tuning all of them. Inspired heavily by Odin’s 18 in mythology, but I have to change and alter things to make them more coherent and actually fit Rage + Sburb more

Runes represent meta control over conflict. Conflicts in plot, dissonance with fate and want, and plot contrivance/fallibility. How plot is an illusion and runes bend that illusion

The post I’m making right now includes more lore to them, like including the universal concept I had for Rage, found here: http://creative-classpect.tumblr.com/post/162833468740/universal-concept-the-storm-and-the-blaze

The idea boils down to this:Everything has Flame within it, Hot or Cold. When balanced they become Storm energyThe Runes are methods of shaping and forming Storm energy

The post I’m writing at the moment is a bit more thorough than the scraps I have lying around

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shutupandshipit · 5 years

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With Stars in Your Eyes, Heart on Your Sleeve - Ch. 8

Summary: Her eyes wide with drink, she slapped both of her hands on either side of his face, squeezing his cheeks until his lips puckered. “Listen to me. Don’t baby him, just help him. Also, he’ll probably accept your help more than you think. Also, give him this.” She shoved a thin cylinder into his chest, waiting until he fumbled his fingers around it to turn back to her laptop.

“What is it?”

“Tell him he can be Daredevil now.”

Chapter: 8/11

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"How is she?" Matt asked, swirling a cup of Arusian mead. Distaste was written across his face even though his eyes had the glazed glint of someone already well into their cups.

"Sleeping," Keith sighed, taking a seat across the island from him, "Lance has got her now." "I hate seeing her cry. I hate doing that to her. It breaks my heart. I wish I could have had other news for her, but she's not a child anymore. She would have known I was lying, or figured it out quickly enough. She's so intelligent. She's a fucking genius. I forget she's just a fifteen year old girl sometimes, not like Shiro and me. We're older, experienced. We lost classmates during training, and some really close friends during missions. We knew it was dangerous, what we were doing, but at fifteen, you're invincible, and everyone around you is invincible too. No one ever dies, and if they do, no one close to you ever dies." A shuddering breath whispered from between his lips, and he pressed his face into his hands. "She's just a kid. She shouldn't have to worry about dying or anyone close to her dying." His shoulders shook as he sobbed, the cup of mead forgotten in front of him. "We're all kids," Keith whispered just loud enough to be heard over his sobs, "Even Allura and Shiro. Neither are that much older than us, but that's how it goes, isn't it? The young are always chosen to bear the burden of not coming home at the end of the day, or someone else not being able to. It's always up to us, isn't it?" He gnawed at his bottom lip absently, chewing on the words sitting on the tip of his tongue. "This shouldn't have been a war we had to fight. None of us. You, Shiro, Pidge, Lance, Allura, Hunk. None of us. But it is our war now, and we're going to make it through it. Hell or high water. Pidge is strong, now she just needs you to be strong with her." Matt swallowed down another sob, nodding as he lifted his head. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I just... I need a minute before I go see her. She'll know I was crying." "She'll know whether you go now or later, Matt. She knows you." Shiro scooted in beside Matt, pressing their sides together, wrapping a tight arm around his shoulders. "She gets it though. Trust me. She's grown a lot in your absence." "And more in yours," Coran sighed. They hadn't heard the doors open, and both Lance and Coran stood at the end of the island.

Lance reached out blindly for Keith, his eyes swollen and red. Matt sat up straight, wiping stray tears from his cheeks and his mouth dropping into a tight line. "You must be Coran. I've heard a lot about you from the others. They told me you were around when Voltron was being constructed?"

"I was only a little tyke, but yes, I was."

"Would you be willing to answer a few questions for me?"

"Of course!"

Matt stood, smiling. "Can we walk and talk?" he asked, stepping away towards the door.

Nodding, Coran followed him, but Allura stopped them as she stepped through the doors, Keith's parents close behind her. "Hold on, Coran. We've got some things that need to be discussed." She gestured towards the island with the others stationed around it. "Please, have a seat. Where is Pidge?"

"Sleeping," Lance spoke up before the others could, his voice hard edged and his chest pressed along Keith's back, "Don't disturb her. Leave her alone."

Nodding, Allura stepped up to the end of the island. Her eyes traveled over her team clumped together on one side and Keith's parents on the other, Coran and Matt standing at the end across from her. Inhaling deeply, her eyes closed, she sighed. "For those of you who don't know already, these are Keith's parents, Travis and Krolia."

Hunk gasped loudly, eyes hopping between them.

"Yes, that is an apt reaction. They've come with information and to... recruit Keith for the Blade of Marmora."

Lance slammed into the edge of the island, gripping the edge with white-knuckled hands. "Absolutely not!" he spat. His eyes were accurate with Pidge's invention, focused accusingly on Allura.

"Lance-"

"No! Just no! You can't have him! You can't just come here and have your pick of us! I won't let you! He's the Red Paladin! You can't just replace him!" Lance was spitting venom, his voice harsh and unyeilding as he glared at the pair across from him.

Krolia's laugh was high and unwelcoming. "He is not one of you. My blood runs through his veins. He is part of the Blade of Marmora. What would he do with a lot of humans as yourself? He doesn't belong here."

"You forgot that his dad is human," Lance snarled, "He's part human too, and he was part of this team before he even awakened his blade. You were the ones who left him. You were the ones who abandoned him. We've been there for him every step of the way, so I want you to take a fucking step back, ma'am. He's not going with you."

"And you forgot that you can replace him, just like you replaced the Black Paladin. He is my son. His is part of the Blade of Marmora by virtue of his birth. If you want our information, he will come with us."

Lance flinched, stepping back, but Keith had raised his arm to catch him, pulling him in against his body. "That... that was different. That was necessity. We didn't know if he'd ever come back."

Krolia raised her head, staring down her nose at him. "It will be the same for the Red Paladin as you have the Black back."

Lance bristled in Keith's arms again, pushing forward against his firm grip. "You can't just-"

"Lance!" Allura's voice was sharp and final, her eyes thin and glaring as she stared him down. "You will stand down. This is not your decision to make. This is Keith's decision alone. Keith..." She paused, her eyes glancing over him. "This is your decision to make."

All eyes turned to him, but he stood carefully, clutching his crutch. "No."

"Keith-" Krolia started sternly.

"No," Keith said sharply, cutting her off, "This is my team. They've been my family for nearly a year now. I'm not going to abandon them just because you think you know what's best for me. You two were the ones who left me. You were the ones who didn't bring me to the Blade. I'm not going with you, not while Voltron is needed. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to leave." Turning, he pulled Lance along behind him, ignoring the others as they called for him.

.....

"Did you mean that?" Lance whispered, sitting on the edge of Keith's bed. Pidge's invention dangled between his knees from the tips of his fingers, his shoulders slumped forward. "You're really not going to go with them?"

Sighing, Keith sat beside Lance, rubbing his hands down his face. "Yes. I'm not going to leave the team just to go on an adventure with the people who abandoned me. You... mean more to me than they or the Blade ever will."

"Keith," Lance whispered, reaching for him with searching fingers.

Keith grabbed his hand gently, slotting their fingers together and pulling him in close. "Lance," he murmured in return, pressing his face into the crook of Lance's neck, searching for purchase and finding home there in his scent and skin instead. He pressed a gentle kiss to his pulse point.

"Don't go anywhere. Don't leave. I don't know what I'd do if you left."

"I'm not going anywhere," Keith told him, but somehow, it tasted of a lie on his tongue.

.....

"Keith, son, can we talk for a moment?"

Keith stopped in his limp towards the med bay, glancing over his shoulder at his father sans his mother. Staring at Travis for a long moment, Keith turned, continuing as if there hadn't been an interruption.

"Keith, please, we need to talk. Its best that I talk to you than your mother. You know how she can be."

He couldn't stop himself. He glanced sharply at his father. "Do I? It's kind of hard to know someone you don't remember ever meeting."

Biting at his lip, Travis was silent for a long moment. "We're sorry about that, Keith. That's not what we intended to do, but at the time, it was safer for you to be an orphan than it was for you to be half Galra, half human. It's still not safe for you. I'm not sure it ever will be. You have to understand, we were looking out for your well being."

"Looking after my well being would have been not abandoning me without any information whatsoever. Not even a fucking notebook. At least the Winchesters had that, not including all of the information they were given," Keith snapped back, marching with renewed determination.

"Who are the Winchesters?"

Keith released an explosive sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No one. Just some characters in a show Lance forced me to watch."

"Lance... You're very... fond of him..." There was something impish in his voice.

Keith didn't look at him as he snapped, "Yes, and? Don't tell me you're homophobic as well as everything else."

"No, of course not. It's just that... It's surprising, I guess. Don't let your mother find out."

"I'm pretty sure she already knows. I kissed him in front of her. He was hanging all over me in front of her."

Travis chuckled, rubbing wryly at the back of his head. "Oh, you'd be surprised what she misses. She's pretty oblivious when it comes to stuff like that. You have no idea what I had to do to get her attention."

Staring off at nothing in particular, Keith muttered, "You'd be surprised how much I understand that statement."

"Well, from what I've heard it was really the other way around."

"Heard from who?"

"Shiro."

"I'm going to shove him out of an airlock," Keith muttered darkly, already cataloging every airlock he could ever remember seeing in the castle, “Traitor.”

Travis laughed generously. "Don't do that."

Keith sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. "You didn't come here to talk about Lance and me. What did you really want to talk about?"

"Well, it was kind of about the two of you. I really do need you not to let your mother find out about the two of you."

"Again, I kissed him in front of her."

"Again, she thought kissing was a weird human ritual that had nothing to do with intimacy when she first saw a couple making out. She honestly asked me why they were battling with their mouths. Keith, it took me an entire year for her to let me kiss her. She still doesn't really understand why I want to. Anyway, not the point. Don't let her know. She is ruthless, and she is determined to bring you with us when we leave this place. You're her son, whether you'd like to admit it or not. You're my son. She honestly believes you belong with us fighting on the side of the Blade rather than fighting with the Alteans." Travis grabbed Keith's shoulder gently, pulling him to a stop. "Keith, if you love these people, you will not let her know that. I love you mother, but she doesn't really realize how much we depend on those we love. Don't let her know your weaknesses."

Keith stared at him, horror building in his body. "Are you saying that she's going to use the others against me? My mother is going to force me into a decision? She's going to force me to come with you guys to save my family?"

Travis was silent for a long moment. "Yes."

Jerking away from him, Keith marched into the med bay, locking the doors behind him.

…..

Krolia was on the training decks, her hair plastered to her face and her shirt drenched with sweat. She barely glanced at him as she continued, her movements fluid and a type of graceful that Keith only hoped he would be one day.

“Mom,” he started, the conviction in his voice falling away immediately as she paused to look at him fully.

“Yes, Keith?”

He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to do what needed to be done. How could his mother, of all people, even consider using the people he loved against him? What parent would do that? If Travis knew her as well as he claimed, then she would. She would do it happily, and that baffled him.

He was going to do it though. He was going to say those damning few words that were going to tear him from Voltron like Shiro had been. He was going to sacrifice himself to save the team, even if it was from the same people who should have been his family his whole life.

Swallowing, Keith lifted his head. “I'll go with you...”

Krolia nodded, but raised an eyebrow. God, he looked so much like her that it hurt. “But?”

“We leave tonight, and you don't come near my team.”

“That's all you want?” she asked, “Nothing more?”

“Yes.”

She nodded again. “Then we leave tonight.”

.....

Keith was sitting on the edge of his mattress, his elbows propped on his knees, his hands clasped and forehead pressed to his knuckles. His leg bounced incessantly, agitation raging through his body to the point that he couldn't stop his movements no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to scream. He wanted to sob. He wanted Lance to be there so he could wrap him in his arms and forget the rest of the universe existed.

As if hearing the call of his longing, Lance pushed into the room, laughter falling from his lips. "Go away, Matt. You and Pidge, there's literally no mistaking you two for anything but siblings. Go away, I'm going to bed!"

The door slid closed as Matt called his goodbye, and Lance stood in the silence of the room. His eyes landing on Keith after a short moment. Frowning, he sat on the edge of the bed and scooted towards him until their sides pressed against each other.

An explosive sigh escaped Keith, and his shoulders slumped. He leaned heavily into Lance, dropping his head against his shoulder.

Lance's arm wrapped around his waist, his hand fitting snugly against his hipbone. "Are you alright? Is it... is it still everything with your parents?"

Keith nodded, allowing himself to soak in everything Lance had to offer, every ounce of encouragement and bit of acceptance. Then, he turned on Lance, pushing him into the bed. "I don't want to talk about them."

"Oh?" Lance squeaked, staring at a point just passed Keith's right ear as red stained his ears and traveled into his cheeks. "What do you want to talk about then?" His hands fell loose and open against the covers, and Keith slid his hands from where they gripped his wrists to slot their fingers together.

"I don't want to talk about anything. I just want to... be with you. I just want you and nothing else." The truth slid from his lips easily, but pulled a tremor from his body as if it had cost him something to admit as much. Admit that he wanted Lance in every sense of the word. If he truly thought on it, he would find that it had been because it was the closest he'd come to telling Lance he loved him. He hadn't said the words, but they warmed his words anyway.

Lance trembled beneath him, eyes finally on his. "Are you sure?" he whispered, self-doubt in his words as it always was.

"More sure than I've ever been about anything." Keith leaned over Lance, pressing a kiss to the smile that exploded across his face.

Guilt roiled through his body, but he couldn't stop himself.

They went slowly, Keith guiding them through a dance he hadn't participated in since leaving the Garrison. Lance was eager yet shy. When he got too excited, started moving too quickly, Keith calmed him with gentle kisses and soft caresses. Keith taught him what it meant to go slow, and Lance, for all his inexperience, taught Keith the true meaning of 'making love'. Neither of them had 'made love' in their entire combined years of life, which was to be expected, but it made a circular sort of sense that they would learn and experience it for the first time together.

Lance moaned, bowing his back.

Keith sighed into his skin, pressing a kiss to the sweat slicked skin of the back of his neck.

Lance pressed butterfly kisses across Keith's face, mapping out every structure and valley in his mind with his lips alone.

Keith giggled in a way he never had, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Lance ignored the aching misery that the absence of his sight created, for the missing hole that Keith's pleasured image would have taken in his mind. This was just another thing the loss of his sight had taken from him.

Keith pretended that his leg and heart didn't throb, that he wasn't in pain with each rock of their hips and press of Lance's lips.

They were sweet and gentle in the way they treated each other, fingers caressing, mouths eager, but not biting as they often were.

Keith kissed Lance as if he were saying goodbye. Lance kissed Keith as if he'd only just seen the light. Neither wanted to acknowledge what they felt in the others lips. It was only for one night. What was wrong with embracing ignorance for just one night?

.....

Keith slipped away when Lance finally fell asleep. His breathing was even, his legs tangled in the sheets and his arms tangled around Keith's waist.

He dressed silently and haltingly, procrastinating with each piece of clothing, each article he shoved into his small bag. His eyes lingered on Lance longer and longer between each item. Finally, he pushed two of Lance's shirts into his bag along with one blue slipper and one red, leaving the other halves by the bed. He wished he could take more of Lance with him, but instead, he took two of the few pictures of them together from where Lance had taped all of his pictures to the wall. One was Lance with his cheek pressed against Keith's who had been more than a little startled by the surprise selfie. The other was of the team all standing tall beside one another on the bridge.

Carefully, he folded them in half and slid them into the inside pocket if his jacket.

He bit his lip, glancing back at Lance. Ever so gently, he leaned over Lance, pressing a kiss to each of his eyelids and one last kiss to his lips. Then, he turned and quietly went to meet Krolia and Travis.

.....

Lance woke to an empty bed. The bedding was cold at his side, and the room felt emptier than before, as if there was less of Keith's presence. He didn't have to be told that Keith had left. He felt the absence, knew that he'd gone.

Biting his bottom lip, Lance stared at the ceiling, the tears overflowing before he was aware of their presence.

…..

It was several days before Lance finally found the strength to pull himself from his bed. He left Pidge's sight device on his bed. He held the closed cane tightly in one fist, and instead, walked swiftly towards the kitchen. His legs were steady despite how his hands shook. If his legs were anything, they were steady with determination.

It was early morning, he knew that much. He knew that it was early enough that even Shiro wouldn't be awake.

There was always that chance that either Matt or Pidge were awake. Their schedules were always a little wonkier than everyone else, but when he paused outside the bridge, he didn't hear a single sound. Not even the mice were making their runs around the castle after their nightly snack raid.

So, Lance stepped onto the Bridge.

…..

Waking up on a ship for the first time was almost as disorienting as the first time he'd woken up at the Garrison or every time he switched homes. No, no that wasn't right. Those were far less disorienting. No, this was as disorienting as waking up to the police banging on his door to tell him they'd lost contact with his father's space craft and that he'd be coming with them. Waking up in the Blade's headquarters was as disorienting as the first time he'd woken up with Lance in his bed.

“Lance?” Keith mumbled, reaching out across the small mattress for the warmth of his body. He found only cold sheets, and shuddered. Drawing his arm back to his chest, he breathed out a trembling sigh. “Right.”

Pain lanced up his leg and body to settle into his system as he swung his legs off the edge of the bed. With a groan, he grabbed for his bag beside his bed, rummaging through the depths for the pills Allura had given him. There weren't many, but she had refilled the little bottles just after Shiro's and Matt's return. If he could ration them, they would probably last him another two weeks.

Cursing his body for needing help, he swallowed the pills dry, and laid back against the bed.

Someone knocked at the door, and he pushed himself up again. Before he could answer, his father walked in, a black and purple cloth draped over his arm. “Morning, son. I've brought you your new uniform.”

“Uniform?”

Travis was wearing a skin tight jumpsuit, purple and black, the neck high around his throat. “Yes. The Blade of Marmora uniform. You're mother has waited for you to put this on for years. She had it made when you were just a little boy so that when you finally grew old enough to fight, you could.” A small smile twisted up the corners of his mouth, but he made no further motions into the room, instead waiting just inside the door.

Staring at him for a long moment, Keith finally run a hand down his face. “Come in, Dad.”

…..

“Lance?”

Lance only slanted his eyes towards the newcomer, his fingers flying over the screens where he sat. No, he couldn't see Shiro nor could he see the screens, but it was habit, and as he'd come to find out, habits were harder to break than he thought.

“What are you doing? Why are you awake?”

Sitting back away from the screens, the continuous sound finally faded. Pidge had rigged his station a few weeks before with a touch-talk system, and he'd figured out a way to transfer it to Shiro's old station. “I'm the leader now. It's time I started acting like one,” he told Shiro, and even to his own ears, the words sounded false. He wasn't doing this because he was the leader. He was doing this to stay busy, but that didn't mean they couldn't be accomplished at the same time. “We've been stagnant too long. It's time we get back out there and start showing the rest of the universe that Voltron is still on their side, still ready to fight off the Galra. Haggar and Zarkon may not show themselves for a long time, but there are planets still under Galran rule.”

Shiro's heavy footsteps approached. His heat radiated over Lance's left shoulder. “This is... surprisingly succinct.”

“Yes, well, as much as people like to think, I actually do remember my training and I do know how to use it so people understand what I'm trying to say.” His words were bitter and sharper than he'd meant, but he didn't retract them.

“No one thinks that, Lance.”

Lance just turned a raised eyebrow to him in response before sitting forward again. “Training starts an hour after I get the others up. We decide on what areas need our help the most right now by lunch. We form a plan by dinner. We execute by the date we set.”

“Lance...” Shiro trailed off before finding the words he was looking for. “We don't have a Red Paladin, and you're new with Black. Keith just left. Even Allura is new with Blue. You guys need time to train, and we need time for Keith to come back or for us to find his stand-in.”

“That's why I said 'by the date we set', and not tomorrow. We'll get by without Keith, just like we got by without you,” Lance snapped, spinning to face Shiro's voice, mouth set in an uncharacteristic scowl, “While you were off gallivanting with Keith's parents and getting kidnapped, we were here forging on like we were supposed to. Keith's not coming back. He left. We'll find a way to keep moving forward.” Heat pressed in at the back of Lance's eyes, and he turned away quickly.

“Oh Lance-”

“Don't 'oh Lance' me, Shiro! I'm not a child anymore! You were gone, we figured it out! Keith is gone, I'll figure it out! Leave me alone! I don't need you, I don't need Keith, I don't need anyone! I'll be fine just dealing with it myself!”

A sigh escaped behind him, and a hand slid onto his shoulder. Lance jerked out of his grip, and he sighed again. “Look, Lance, something tells me Keith didn't leave because he wanted to. He'll be back in time.”

Lance growled, “Don't fucking do that. False hope is almost as damning as a broken promise.” Standing, he stomped towards the door. He flicked out his cane as he heard his steps echo back more quickly. “If you don't have anything else to say, I've got things to do.” Before Shiro could reply though, he stepped out of the door.

He waited until he was around the next corner before he stopped. His back hit the wall, and he slid to the floor, dragging his knees to his chest. He would figure it out. He could make it on his own. Keith made his choice, and Lance would continue on with the hand of cards he'd been dealt. He'd forge ahead, just like he always did. He'd make it. He'd make it. He'd-

The tears came silently, his shoulders shuddering as he cried.

…..

Keith hated this. Well, really, he hated being stared at like an oddity as he limped along behind his father and Kolivan. They were in deep conversation, absolutely ignoring him every step of the way. You would imagine that would make it easier to sneak away, they're attention so focused on each other, but you'd be wrong. One step out of place, one inch further behind them than was permitted, and Kolivan and Travis would turn in unison, pausing until he corrected his feet or caught back up.

He was tired of it. He was tired of reconnaissance because he still couldn't move fast enough. He was tired of his leg constantly hurting because he'd run out of medication.

Hobbling along behind them, Keith's head swam. He blinked rapidly through the mist, but it only grew thicker. Pausing, he pressed a hand to his head. Cold sweat coated his skin. His head throbbed in time with a pulse more rapid than he was normally aware off. His entire body ached, his leg the center. It radiated heat, pressing it close against his skin beneath his suit.

A wave of dizziness crashed over him, and he swayed.

“Keith?” Travis' voice was muffled, swimming through the mist covering his mind. “Keith, are you alright?”

Keith opened his mouth to reply, but he jerked forward, dropping to his knees and spilled what little dwelt in his stomach on the floor.

Travis jumped back, his movement almost in slow motion to his eyes. “Keith!”

Kolivan dropped down to a knee beside him, pressing a hand to his back. “Keith, what is wrong?”

“I don't know,” Keith gasped, chest heaving as spit and bile slipped from his mouth. Black swirled in at the edges of his vision. He swayed forward towards the ground, but Kolivan grabbed his shoulder, holding him still. Normally after puking, Keith's body felt purged, clean almost. This time he only felt worse, as if the acid only continued to crawl up his throat. “I think I'm going to pass out.” The blackness swirled closer the moment the words slipped from his mouth.

Travis dropped down in front of him, hands fluttering around him uselessly. “Don't do that, Keith. Try to stay awake. Try to hang on. I'll- I'll go find someone to-”

“What's happened to my son?” Krolia. This mother.

Keith thanked every star in the universe that it was then that his body decided to send him into unconsciousness.

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