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oraclekleo · 5 months

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Hello again it is A again. Thank you so much. Of course I am happy to wait! I just wanted to make sure your villain readings were still open before sending info! 💌 my zodiac sign is cancer, life path 7, my favorite colors = blue and silver, my favorite seasons are summer and winter, my favorite books = wuthering heights, the outsiders, perfume the story of a murderer, a tale of two cities and our wives under the sea. and my favorite animals are dogs, horses, cats, seals, sea lions, dolphins, sharks and most fish tbh (I have glo sharks in an aquarium!) As you could probably tell I am very obsessed with the ocean and its amazing creatures and mysteries.💙 thank you so much I hope you have a great sunday.

Oh dear! I really love your obsessions! And having a shark in an aquarium?! You are basically a Bond villain already 😂

Let’s have a look at what kind of a villain you would be if things went dark.

Cards: 24. Kali (Deep, Dark & Dangerous Oracle), VI The Lovers - Freya, 9 of Water - Lady of the Lake, XVI The Destruction - Kali (Dark Goddess Tarot), 7 of Cups, VII The Chariot, 0 The Fool (Dark Wood Tarot)

How extraordinary cards again. You have Kali twice, once in her loving and fearlessly accepting nature, once in her destructive and burning away form.

Love is not only about being with the person you love, it’s about giving them the freedom to be themselves. Here’s where your villainous self didn’t get it. If you were to become a villain by some weird plot twist of your life, it’s likely for you to become the dangerous obsessive lover / stalker. Your love is too much. It’s smothering, it's an addiction. When things are good you are on cloud 9 and everything seems bright, a wish came true for you. Once your lover starts pulling slightly away, that’s where your fear of abandonment kicks in and your love becomes destructive and toxic. You fearlessly cross boundaries, you have your boo under control and watch over them 24/7. And when they decide to leave? Oh dear! You become the goddess of vengeance. If you can’t have them, nobody will have them. Your rage falls on them fast and hard, you grab them in your claws and push them off the cliff. You might have a Bluebeard-style room full of memorabilia tokens from those who left you or maybe well preserved bodies. You still love them after they have become only your memories or products of a skilled taxidermist. Love and destruction combined into one cute and sweet person you are. Worst thing is, that you don’t look like a psychopath and you will always lure more lovers into pits of death.

Just to remind you, this is a pure entertainment and fiction. 😊

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the-firebird69 · 6 months

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So here goes the story but we have work to do and we're working very hard and we're catching up a little but we need stuff to happen and our father and mother are right we need things to happen now and these people are going to go to jail they're going to try and do it tomorrow again with the Jets and we have to find them off they won't stop and the jerks and they're getting hit pretty good and they're going after the clone army. And Tommy f got rid of his Yeager units who are probably on the mission in the summer round still maybe some are alive and the warlocks say it this is intense but we think we get it and we are going in and we're going to help protect our son the clones are under severe attack and the molar too and the max. People are going after the extremely hard and the McDonald's clan stand and Biden the pseudo empire is being attacked brutally by the warlock and they are going to counter tax what we will count your tax actually there's a lot of death on the part of the warlock and now the clothes but the morlock where it's 8.5%, this afternoon down from 11.5% last night and they are now at 6.5% and they said 2% down they are also plummeting probably half a percent or 0.5% an hour and yeah I'm 8 hours they're going to be gone almost from the mainland areas it should speed up not slow down and they're going to be small and yeah 4.5% left and they are leaving areas and we are taking them. And they're not attacking us

-we have added basis globally on top of what we announced this afternoon and are building them now we have 200 additional medium 30 additional large 20 additional very large and that's used those though are only about 80 by 50 but an average of 40 by 40 and we have two very large those are pretty big usually 100 by 100 what countries are big Africa is my average about a thousand miles across still low you have 10 and you have a big line that's not how it is but we are taking a pretty pretty good size territories and we have one megabase going in now and we are putting up in the within these the other 10 cities in the Midwest there's a huge evacuation they're going to start leaving around 3:00 a.m. they will be out at the mall at 11:00 a.m. perfect time because that's when the crabs feed I mean this is nonsense but assholes so it's going to happen but really the only loaded 30 two mile ships in each River. And tomorrow they plan to evacuate more really the evacuations like half percent in this Midwest and upper Midwest alone is very big and it doesn't leave a ton of people in the Midwest

-and it's for the news we haven't yet people are not leaving us alone so we are coming in and we're going to take care of business and we're going to open up losses again and really it's the final third of the land and it's going to come out Monday or Tuesday and the Mac morlock except for pseudo empire will be out. The minority morlock are refusing to sign any agreement or to work for the pseudo empire and that's what we're saying but it's not true they're forcing it out and they're getting weaker and it comes time to say that minority murloc have been doing work and really it was a hard time for them and find it to be a lot better and the pseudo empire took back 100 million ships and he is curious and he's been pushed this out the evening a lot but really he got the whole thing out finally and he took it and put it out a few times it's protecting him it's good though he needs it out again so she's going to put it in her particular file. And she's doing okay needs her mother and father our son says she's still a little girl and I get it. She needs her nails done with her she needs to have food cooked with her and start doing this and why because I'm asking and they want to help I don't know you need it like this and so just smile and said we get that so they got activities for her and good

There's a lot going on with this a major portion of it so we're going to print

Thor Freya

Olympus

We have to do this now Hera Zeus and there's a list of people

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shadowdianne · 5 years

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Candor

In another less dark news here I present a small ficlet I wrote for my roommate's (yes, the one and only) dnd character. We are playing in the Tal'Dorei setting and she created the most delightful background to work with.

Since I can't draw for my life but I adored the possibility of writing I asked to be left with my own devices and she, despite fearing I was going to write angst, let me do it. She also has given me the permission to repost this here.

M, just a clue, a small one, of which is your account, pretty please xD

Candor

The sound of the nearby chapel’s bells wasn’t strong enough to drown the noise of those chatting while walking between the haphazardly-looking stalls but Freya focused on it as she rolled her shoulders onto the cape she had been wearing non-stop ever since she had walked into Whitestone.

She missed the ability to wear her hair down, the lack of chaffing on her slightly pointed ears or the uneven feel of paint onto her cheeks, the symbols made out of carefully bought paint an important part of her morning routing she had needed to cut off in order to not stand out among the majorly human crowd of the town. Biting on her bottom lip, the half-elf stepped away from two women, their gaunt faces not dissimilar to the ones she had already gotten used to see among the cobble-covered streets of the northern place. Chill air gripping her throat, puffs of air floating through the air as the chatting won against the dying toll of the bells, she hummed as she kept on walking, throwing glances to the product present in some of the stalls.

The effects the battle against the Chroma Conclave were still visible in many parts of Tal’Dorei; the lack of what had been common commodities once upon a time the most jarring difference as well as the slowly rebuilding cities but the lack of light on the ones around her, the way children played close to their parents, not really willing to move too far from them, made her feel the same weariness that had called upon her the first time she had heard the news about how the former Lord of Whitestone had, apparently, returned to his rightful place.

De Rolo. The title and surname had meant something for her once upon a time and as she rolled the name once more against her tongue, feeling the soft tap of its tip against her velum, she glanced beyond the stalls that circled Pelor’s tree, the golden shimmer of its bark, its leaves, paling against the white beauty of the castle from which every part of the city -from its slums to its richest neighborhoods- could be seen.

She had arrived a few days ago, not entirely sure what was what she expected as her usual playful demeanor changed to one she had very rarely used ever since she had fled from the continent that waited beyond the Shearing Channel; the scent and taste of salt from the sea that awaited to those stupid enough to transverse it strong and powerful against her nose. She had thought she had forgotten it; the way her spine would protest as she hold herself to the top of her height, the way her mannerisms would transform from practical to elegant, the slowness of them ricocheting against her bones in the same way she had very quickly gotten bored on her lessons back when she had been younger. Sadly, however, it seemed like the ways of someone from the highest parts of society were never truly erased: no matter how much one tried to.

“Are you going to buy something or are you going to keep on staring?”

The question, made in a thick Tal’Dorei-an accent woke her up from her reverie, thoughts of long-forgotten mornings spent under the watchful eye of her tutors gone in a cloud of smoke as she blinked back to the present; to the forever warm roads that run through the city as blood and ichor alike. Tilting her head while grasping the ends of her cape so it didn’t flare up with her free hand, she grasped the middle of her staff with the other, the magic from the wind that played with the forever autumnal leaves of The Dawnfather’s tree swirling by and towards her, feeding her own power.

“I was just looking.” She smiled, knowing that her mouth and nose were clearly visible to those with human eyesight and regaling herself with the vision of the slightly elderly woman who puffed for a moment towards her before she returned back to the meagre metallic plates she offered -ideal for those who couldn’t afford a full set of armor! -. Staring as the pale complexion of the woman turned red from the exhaustion one must always took whenever they dealt with difficult customers, Freya walked past the kiosk before stopping by in a smaller one, bags of grain and spice laying around and against the cracking wooden planks that seemed almost strange within a city that prided itself from the rock and mountains that named it.

The merchant there was definitely more affable, younger and must had some genasi ancestry on his blood; the runes and symbols on his arms and the slightly strange shade on his skin not enough to suggest Tiefling or Drow. Feeling less exposed, Freya watched as the man smiled to a couple of young human girls that, blushing, paid for what must had been something under their mother’s request before it was her turn. The scent of slightly musky grain felt stronger as soon as her booted feet moved forward, the rustle of her cape making the man look up from the coins deposited on his hand. Nodding towards her, eyes going to the hood that protected her skin and eyes from being watched, the man pointed at what he sold.

“Everything is from the farmlands attached to the city, I wouldn’t suggest the wheat though; little bit too weak this time of the year.” His accent wasn’t as thick and it suggested some time spent learning the basics back at Emon or any other bigger city and Freya, almost out of habit, glanced down towards his hands, calloused but nimble. Smiling herself, she let her mind wander back momentarily to when she had been young enough to not be subjected to her tutors, to when she had had the ability to escape those and run to the marketplace that spread itself as much as possible with the shoreside as its frame back into her homeland. There, close to a much warmer sea, she would put her hand against the sack of grain only to simply push her fingers onto the packed bags, the feeling strange and ticklish as she dug deep into them. She found herself stopping the old and mechanical movement, the need for it obvious on her posture if the quiet chuckle from the man was anything to go by.

She was saved from some further inquiry as she felt two hands pushing against her upper thigs, the size of them human and tiny enough to suggest a kid, one that moved away with much more light on his eyes than what she had been able to spy on many of those who walked alongside her for as many days. Checking her pouch and finding it still attached to her hip, Freya stared as the kid stuck out his tongue, his blonde hair and clear green eyes a soft and sweet relief to her own sore stare. It felt almost painful, in a way she wasn’t ready to dwell on, the way the child’s bubble-like laugh reached for her before he was pulled away from his mother, curiosity obvious as his angle from beneath let her see not only her half-elven traits but the way she kept on nervously glancing every part of her magic hidden and tucked away.

Not out of fear, she would say, not out of terror or worry about the magic on itself as divinity, nature, pacts, were the usual on every other part of Tal’Dorei but she felt uneasy as she tried her hardest not to think on who the boy made her think of, on who the boy -out of sweetness- resembled another one, several others, who she had seen grown up until she had returned to Father’s summer house one year only to find the one next to it empty and cold and lacking.

Feeling magic crackling against her skin, the easy spell made out of two symbols with the aid of her thumb and forefinger almost escaped her as she considered fire, water and air as possibilities the small human child could enjoy. She halted herself on the very last second though, the wood of her focus warmer to the touch by the moment she glanced away, a small smile on her lips despite the weight of her memory as she was transported back to long afternoons and even longer evenings in where she would been spoken excitedly about objects and ideas that were still just a boy’s dream, a shadow of the reality that peppered now through Tal’Dorei: light and firepower and warmth echoing the name of an inventor, a fighter, whose title had been as evoking as the possibility of not one but two re-appearing back in the place from where they had been eradicated; their demises ones that had felt rough and sand-paper-like against Freya’s still too raw skin.

But they were alive, she said to herself as she muttered a soft apology to the man, his boyish smile as if he truly didn’t mind the lack of any sale easing up her steps while she walked further down the line of stalls, the cry of an eagle breaking through the morning air. At least two of them if the news were true and a part of her hold onto the possibility of it.

Because, she thought; at the end everything finished down the same shoreline, being it steep and cold or easy and warm: she needed them to be alive and she longed for them to be well. Even if her decision of leaving behind her own self-inflicted loss put her in a vague kind of danger she still didn’t know how to name. She had forged her own death after all; no one had told her that she would need to not pursue the lives of those who she had cared about. And she longed for that care and warmth and those stories whispered atop the tallest turret of a castle she had known like the palm of her hand back when titles and possibilities had been squandered into the wind. Shaking her head but heart beating lighter, she quickened her steps as she walked past the boy and his mother, mind made up by the time she brushed past them. She moved her fingers, magic minute but powerful a tiny flame danced between her fingers momentarily before it jumped right in front of the kid; his cheers of surprise making her burrow herself further into her hood as she suppressed a smile.

She looked back for one last time, the spell disappearing as soon as her concentration dropped; starry eyes following her, following her staff and clothes in a way that didn’t make her feel naked or raw but seen.

It was about candor, she thought as she left the castle and the marketplace behind, letting herself wander back to the Scarlet Pimpernel, the promise of some food and Valanthe’s easy small talk one she couldn’t truly deny. It was about the warmth that hid behind decisions and journeys.

The eagle screeched again, its call echoing at her back weak enough for her to not think about it twice.

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minescript · 4 years

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Candor

“Are you going to buy something or are you going to keep on staring?”

The eagle screeched again, its call echoing at her back weak enough for her to not think about it twice.

#Freya

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thewonderingsorceress · 5 years

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💍 + LISE

HEADCANONS MEME: WEDDING EDITION!!

send me 💍 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you— @whitefoxed

where they get married - The Royals Church

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )- Ella would want it in the winter though she loves fall and summer more, probably around February so she can use it as an excuse for the people to have a day off and feed them as the seasons got harsher- this would probably be her only real push in the wedding.

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )- Something borrowed/blue, all the frills and long masses required for a royal wedding.

what their wedding cake looks like - Big and white, tiered. She likes fruits but would let Lise choose what he liked best since she probably wouldn’t eat it outside of the one bite where they feed each other. And she’s ask smaller ones be made for the villages so others can share in the festivities and provide work to local bakers.

….who smashes cake into whose face -.....Both? BOTH.

who proposed to who first- Lise, but probably after Ella confirms some type of feelings

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )- If you think Ella wouldn’t want to just be standing there and let Lise walk down the aisle you are wrong, but she’d probably be the one walking down the aisle (as fast as possible as well)

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like - I think Ella would probably like more of a vintage styled wedding gown, but not too yellow/white more of a cream so it’d match the ice blue silk belt and hair ribbons she’d have. The dress would be form fitting to the hips and have lace sleeves, there’s be more of an aline poof to the skirt of her dress and ice blue barely heeled shoes.

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have- Ice Blue, purple (for royalty), silver, pops of orange/pink. Theme would probably be something like the spring that is on it’s way or something.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? ) White Roses (Like given in the selection), Lillies (her favorite), purple/pink peruvian lilies, some green leaves.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )- probably how they didn’t really expect this to happen when they first started the Selection, only meant to be friends, but now they were so much more. And how happy they were to find someone they could talk to and such mushy things, though Ella probably wouldn’t be too mushy bc that’s not her style even in a wedding.

if anyone’s late to the wedding- It’s both of them because they were working on something ie state affairs

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other- Ella’s friend Freya who got her into this mess and some of the girls from the competition who were her friend. Lise has friends and family on his side

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing- bridal party is wearing deep purple dresses in styles the suit each of them and groomsmen are wearing suits with purple and blue handkerchiefs

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? ) King (prosperity of the land and words of a good union) & Queen (wishes of happiness to her son and now daughter in law and maybe something about knowing he had feelings for someone during the selection and warm wishes to welcome ELla to the family), their prospective maid of honor and best man probably similar selection stories and stories about them when they were small)

who catches the bouquet( s )- Freya

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )So some are artistic to send to other countries and have them placed in the palace, some of sweet to remember the good times and feelings they shared, and some are silly because that’s just who they are and it wouldn’t surprise me if there was a prank or two

what sort of food they have at the reception- Ella would try to pick cheaper items or more local items and try and say this way any visiting monarchs have a chance to see the food they have to offer others, though she’d probably lose and they’d have like a 7 course meal, featuring only some local delicacies.

who cries first during the ceremony- Lise

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )- The normal reception probably not too bad, though there is always the oen who drinks too much, the small reception Lise & Ella would have with just friends would probably be more free to dance and have fun)

what their rings are like- Lise would know Ella probably wouldn’t want something too elaborate so maybe a band with the biggest stone being a sapphire to match her eyes and some smaller diamonds on each side, and matching wedding bands.

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )- Something fancy for the reception probably like silver paper weight, but along with why ella wanted it in the winter, she’d send food to the towns and villages to celebrate with them, regardless of status.

where they go for their honeymoon- She’d let Lise decide where to go, because she can read anywhere and she isnt familiar with anywhere outside of her town and the capital and trusts him to make the decision.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )- Both of them smashing cake in each others face would actually be great and memorable bc they are suppose to be prince and princess now.

who officiates the ceremony- SOME STUFFY OLD PRIEST

what song their first dance is to - the elegant waltz (ie the forbidden dance)

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle- Ella doesn’t have family so she’d probably have Freya’s dad stand in or ask the King to do so

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smite-headcanons · 6 years

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A Summer Headcanon for Every God

-Achillies isn’t one for fun in the sun, but at least he’s going out. You’ll see him hanging around the open air bars at the beaches, usually the center of attention in group or another.

-There will be a mysterious rise in the frequency in which you’ll hear ‘Uptown Funk’ while near Agni. Big fan of the chorus.

-”BEES!” AMC continues to shout, elated at both the seasonal uptick of bees, and the half price sale of sweet tea at his local market. Nothing spectacular happens to him, but he is still happy.

-Ah Puch is busy dragging Hades out of his den, determined to get him to enjoy the sunshine with him. Hades simply wants to wait until Fall, and complains and moans the whole time they’re out. Baron’s along for the ride, seeing it as a personal challenge to give this man a good time.

-Amaterasu is on... a less than stellar family vacation with Izanami and Susano. The rental agency gave them the wrong kind of van, her mom and brother are fighting about directions and the radio, and somehow they ended up picking up the Nene Kappa along the way. This is not worth a crummy picture at the Grand Canyon.

-Similarly, Anhur, Bastet, and Ra are also on a family trip. It's on a boat. They're guiding the sun. Dad won't let them vacation.

-Anubis can be seen napping out on the porch, curled up in the sun like a good boy. Osiris and Isis get a laugh everytime he starts dreaming. The videos each have a couple thousand hits.

-Ao Kuang is NOT a fan of the Summer season. Summer means his (surviving) kids are back from school, which means they're always up to the crack of dawn, need to be fed and taken care of, and Ao doesn't get to sleep in.

- The whole Aphro family is on vacation. Argus and Cupid are building sand castles and running around, and every few minutes he brings particularly pretty shell to his mom and grandma. ""That's nice dear,"" Aphrodite and Hera say in unison, before glancing at each other. There was a silent pact to sip mimosas rather than The Tea on that trip, and both were abiding. Ares and Vulcan are both actively debating on the proper way to grill a few feet in the background. Ares denounces any claim of Vulcan ever being a chef.

- Apollo is spending his summer at Bacchus' place. The grapes are in harvest, the wine is flowing, and the party is never ending!

-Who the fuck knows what Arachne is doing? What do spiders even do in the summer? She's probably off eating flies or some gross shit.

-Artemis is, obviously, enjoying the Summer warmth and bounty. She's wracking up plentiful kill, her huntresses are training in the nice weather, and all is good.

-Artio is actually using the chance to do some studying, before the season turns cold and she goes into hibernation. She sees herself somewhat as the diplomat of her pantheon, and takes it upon herself to learn more about the others. As of now, she's spending a lot of time learning about Greece at Chiron's place. Like, a lot of time. Studying, I'm sure.

-Athena is off cursing someone again for one of her 'social experiments.' She'll enjoy the discourse in a few hundred years between people debating her reasoning.

- Summer time is bath time for Suku! Once Awillix made sure her darling is all squeaky clean, it's time for all warm jungle running in the world!

-Bakasura enters all the eating competitions he can. Hot dogs, water melon, you name it! It's going in his mouth.

- Suns out, Guns Out for Bellona and Nike! If you ain't training you ain't gaining! Monday through Sunday, it's all gains! And maybe a little kissing! Yeah!

-Cabrakan is hitting the beach and the spotlight this summer. Surprisingly, he made it as 'Mr.August' in next year's ' All-Mighty Model' Calendar

All-Mighty Models' calendar. Joining him will be Raijjn as June, Chaac as July, and Cu Chullain as September. There was plenty of fan outcry when Tyr was moved to December, despite having already having a shoot prepared.

-Camazotz and Cerberus are pretty much chilling while their masters are fighting each other, getting their whole 'Secret Life of Pets' going on.

-Summer is just another part of Cernunnos' job, and he's working over time. Everything needs to be in pristine condition for Autumn.

-Chang'e and Hou Yi have a whole world trip planned. They want to see all the hot spots! The Egyptian Pyramids, Nordic Valhalla, the Shinto Temples in Japan, etc. They're going full tourist mode.

-Chernobog is joining the entire Nox Family on Holiday! And by Holiday, I mean wandering around the house, occasionally glancing outside, and quietly cursing the sun until Fall arrives. Nemesis and Discordia do eventually head out for a nice beach day, but Thanatos never leaves the basement.

-Chronos and Janus are another pair of gods that don't go on big or extravagant vacations. But, with the powers of time and space... Movie nights are nice.

-Beware of Da Ji if you're heading to the beach... This isn't a lead in to anything funny or witty. She's just harvesting kidneys.

-Erlang Shen and Sun Wukong are running a summer training camp with their proteges. Sun Wukong is handling Ne Zha, while Erlang is disciplining Jing Wei. Both are in an intense rivalry to be the best fath- I mean, trainer.

-Fafnir, of all people, is the one running a lemonade stand. Pulling in that fruit money!

- Fenrir absolutely HATES the summer season. You know what happens to big, fluffy dogs when it gets hot? You get Skadi holding you down while Loki shears your fur, and your siblings laugh at you. They shear everything but his head and tail. It's humiliating, but at least it's cool.

-Freya is watching Bellona and Nike work out while she does her own reps, silently resenting them for not inviting her.

-Ganesha and Vamana are still doing that whole meditation thing, but like, outside now.

-Geb is burning up! Due to global warming! It's a mess! Yeah!

-Guan Yu and Hachiman are being horse bros, hanging out at Guan's stables, riding horses, feeding horses, raising horses. Just. Just a whole lotta horse.

-He Bo got stuck house sitting for his sister while she went on a vacation with Hou Yi. He's waiting for the sitcom Hijinks that the Jade Rabbit will bring.

-Hercules is sobbing. He got kicked out of the 'All-Mighty Models' shoot after the 'Hunkules Bulge Scandal.'

-Hun Batz is hanging out at the jungle, and, surprisingly, having a good time with Xbalanque. Both are having fun being stars on their respective Ball Game leagues.

-Kali can be found at the local carnival, scowling at all the children and carnies. She never has a good time, but she always seems to end up here...

-Khepri is traveling the world, being a good boy, regardless of the season.

- Kukulkan and Medusa have a bet going on. They keep sneaking into various reptile houses, and are waiting to see how long it takes for one of them to get caught.

-Kumbha still sleeps. But warm.

-Kuzenbo is looking for his child. He swear, he just had him here in the parking lot!

-Mercury is busy organizing his trophy room. You need somewhere to put all those summer games medals!

-Neith is a happy girl. Summer means Comic-Con and other conventions. Conventions mean cosplay. Cosplay means fun÷

-Nu Wa is staying at home, video chatting with Susano. @blondberserker could probably give you an idea of what these consists of...

-Odin refuses to leave Valhalla, and because he's being a huffy baby, Ullr has to stay with him. He had plans!

-Poseidon is going through his annual rendition of 'A Little Mermaid.' So far, all his actresses for Ariel have drowned.

-Rama is going hiking, eager to break his record time for crossing all the mountains in Tibet. 'Coincidentally,' Ravana is also there, eager to race him from start to finish.

-Ratatoskr doesn't have Fenrir's luxury of anyone liking him enough to shave him, so he's moving to colder climates. His desire to cause trouble puts him in very Scrat-esque situations.

-It's feeding time for Scylla! With all of the summer harvests, more sailors are going by to trade, many who aren't aware of the monster's tale. It's gonna be the time of her life!

-Summer is a bit of a boring time for Serqet. The desert gets hotter, fewer people walk through, and less people get stung. So, it's the BBC for her.

-Let's face it. Sobek is the absolute best boy, who deserves the absolute best summer. All the fish are easier to get with the heavier rains, and the sun is so warm for him 5o curl up in. You go, you funky little scaly dude. @sobek-support

-Summer is just Sol being extra pissed because she's still in a chariot.

-Sylvanus and Grover are basically playing a Capitan Planet at this point, thought It's been nowhere as near as successful. Turns out kids aren't nearly as inclined to help you out if you're a strange old man

- Terra's hanging out with Pele this summer at the beach, where Terra actually has an excuse to be in a stone bikini. They don't do too many extravagant things, and mostly just walk the beaches, eat together, and chit chat.

-We all already know how The Morrigan feels about the beach...

-Thor and Zeus are both doing a creepy ass bar crawl at the beach places, and have a wager to see who can get the most ladies home. Fortunately, neither have been successful.

-Books... What else do you expect from Thoth besides 'light' summer reading?

-Xing Tian isn't a fan of the beach either. He always gets stared at because of the gaping maw on his chest, and his flamey nipples always burn off any shirts he wears. So he stays at home, moping a bit.

-Ymir just fucking melts and dies.

-Thong Kui. Get that image out of your head.

@smitecreatorday

#smite #community creator day #smitecreatorday

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MONTGOMERY ‘MONTY’ SANTOS —

twenty-seven, non profit volunteer

THE VIOLENT DELIGHTS —

Montgomery Santos had the distinct misfortune of being born into a wealthy family on the Upper East Side. He never found a home in the place he was raised, with the people he was with --- Nothing quite fit. His mother ran off when he was seven, his father decided the nanny was better fit to take care of the kids, and his younger sister, Celia, was the center of attention. Even at a young age, Monty didn’t seem to see himself in this life -- Something so obscenely lavish, going to a 9-to-5 in an office, spending years in medical school so he could eventually take over the family plastic surgery business. He didn’t have the same dreams as his sister, wanting nothing more than to get away from living in a place where he had to forfeit any sort of private life. Through the years, Monty tried to find his way in this world; He kept his head down, stayed in the background, tried to mind his own, while his sister stood in front. Celia always had a desire to be center stage, to be famous, to be seen --- Monty sought the pure opposite.

Despite his best efforts, he found no home. Monty went as far as getting himself accepted to Columbia University, his father already making plans to get his son into medical school. But as the time came to pack up his things and leave for school, Monty had a moment of clarity -- Pushing him to choose leaving his life behind, getting himself the first one way ticket he could get his hands on. It was an impulsive choice at best, having a much bigger impact that he anticipated. Once his father became aware of his son’s change of plans, the reaction was catastrophic. His father saw Monty’s choice as betrayal, firmly deciding to properly cut his son off; He was cut out of the will, as well as the family funds.

Monty, though he mourned the lost, he finally found the liberation he sought after. Being cut off from his family was an outcome he didn’t plan for, nor want -- But one he has no choice in anymore. He’s spent the last nine years traveling the world, working with multiple non profit organizations to do various charity work. While he kept in touch with a few friends, going back to his family was no easy feat. He never bothered to try and reach to his father, nor to did he keep much communication with his younger sister, Celia. The only one who managed to stay in touch (mostly from her bailing him out) with was his step-mother, Freya Atanas. He wrote to her through his travels, choosing to disconnect from social media and communicate with letters. Needless to say, his life has become the pure opposite of what it once was -- But after the passing of his step-mother, he has no choice but to return to the city. Her death blindsided him, having never even known about her cancer diagnosis, or health crisis -- While returning to the city is one of the last things he wants, he can’t stay away without closure.

ACT I —

Returning to the Upper East Side is a tragedy for Monty, to say the least. Though he was never close to his step sister, his step mother Freya was another story --- Monty never had a relationship with his biological mother, and Freya was the one who took on the role. Her death took a toll on him, enough to bring him back to the one place he swore he’d never return to: Manhattan. After his arrest in Paris, and all the shady dealings that went on to get him out of trouble, New York City was the last place he planned on returning to. That was a life he left behind, and part of himself he didn’t want to feed back into. His step mother’s death was enough to break down the barriers to keep himself safe, and return to the place and people who made him into someone he wanted to forget.

INSPIRATION —

HUMAN / killers. EVEREST / nightcap. BEATNIK TRIP / gin wigmore.

CONNECTIONS —

CELIA SANTOS & OPHELIA ATANAS — younger sister, step sister. Hearing your father announce his engagement at sixteen didn’t leave Monty much space to fight against it. Unlike his younger sister, Celia, and soon to be step sister, O, he didn’t particularly care to fight it to begin with. This was going to be a new change, but Freya seemed like a nice enough woman, and she made his father happy -- Monty went into the venture with an open mind, and a certain need of feeling he should be the peacemaker in the situation. His efforts didn’t do much, and eventually, he simply gave up; There was no use in helping someone who didn’t want to be helped. His departure from the city put space between him and his family, something he still feels guilty for finding comfort in. He’s always gotten along with both girls, but with the lack of cell service in the majority of the place he’s traveled, as well as the desire separate himself, Monty hasn’t made much of an attempt to keep in contact with either of his sisters.

BISHOP KIRBEY & ROWAN TANDEL — former best friends. Once upon a time, Bishop, Monty and Rowan were good friends. In their high school days, the three (along with Sebastian O’Riley) were known for their parties, and out of control natures. Bishop was the ring leader, Rowan was the supplier, and Monty was along for the ride. After they parted ways, leaving for college and the like --- the three only saw one another on New Years Eve, making a promise to always ring in the new year together, the right way. Every year, in a major city, the three meet up and spend the night black out and reckless. This year, however, the party got out of hand --- New Year’s Day morning Monty Santos found himself woken up by Parisian cops, having found him asleep with multiple sex workers, and a felony-sized amount of drugs scattered across the room, with Rowan and Bishop nowhere to be found. Monty was arrested, and thanks to the intervention of his step mother Freya Atanas, everything was swept under the rug, other than the betrayal among friends. He hasn’t seen either man since the arrest, nor does he want to.

TATE RODRIGUEZ --- old friend. With the reputation of his sister, Tate never imagined they’d find a friendship with Monty Santos, but somehow -- The two have become close. There wasn’t much of a relationship between them when they knew one another in high school, but their paths crossed after; With Tate’s charity ties, and Monty’s self-induced exile, they consistently ran into the other. Their lives have both gone in two very different directions -- While prefers to remain in the background, Tate’s finally felt they’ve found their place among the Upper East side. Despite their differences, Tate is one of the only people in the city he trusts. Monty and Tate still manage to find common ground, so when the phone call came in the middle of the night that he was making his return to the city, on unfortunate circumstances. they were happy to oblige. Monty’s been crashing on Tate’s couch for the last couple of months, without a plan for the future.

BUFFY SEYMOUR --- ex-girlfriend. Buffy and Monty’s relationship meant vastly different things to one another, and depending on who you ask --- The story has two incredible different endings. The two knew one another vaguely during high school, but didn’t have much of a connection, nor did they even have much of a friendship. But, they found one another again in the south of France, ending up spending the summer together. From Monty’s point of view, this was a fun summer fling. He would be back to building homes with his charity, and she would return to the city at the end of the season. The way he saw it, he assumed Buffy was on the same page as him. What he hadn’t anticipated was the messy break up the two went through. Buffy had fallen, and fallen hard -- And the way she saw it, he broke her heart, leaving her high and dry. He still regrets how things ended between them, and though he’s become a master at dodging his past --- He and Buffy are sure to run into one another now that he’s in the city.

ARLO VASQUEZ — old friend. If there’s anyone who seems to understand the desire to distance themselves from the Upper East Side, it’s Arlo. Monty saw that immediately, and when they crossed paths while working with a charity, he welcomed the other man with open arms. He didn’t know him well as a teenager, having been far too caught up in the antics of his neighborhood, only to have it truly burn him in the end. So, the company of someone like Arlo – A memory from a past life, but one who didn’t haunt him – was something he didn’t question. The two forged a friendship, bonding over their distaste for the Upper East Side, that they sought more than what Manhattan had to offer. They spent a few months working on the same project, even finding themselves in one another’s beds once or twice, before their paths diverged and Arlo returned to Brooklyn. But, now that the other man has traveled across the bridge – Monty is incredibly grateful to have someone he can call a friend by his side.

monty santos’ face claim is bob morley & is taken.

#bob morley #new rp #rp #oc rp #gg rp #lsrp #msantos #t

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dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg · 7 years

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Klaroline please

@gemleilou

Okay so I would have done everything pretty much the same up until graduation, I wouldn’t have had Klaus make his ‘However long it takes’ speech to Caroline at that point.

Now hear me out, I know it’s iconic and has pretty much kept the Klaroline ship afloat for the last five years but if you think about it, it was kind of a cop out, just like 5x11 was. It was the writer’s way of saying ‘Were not shutting down this ship for good like it’s a thing we just can be bothered to write it into the actual narrative right now’.

All throughout season 4 Klaroline were building up to a friendship, several times it was demonstrated that they were equally matched, the whole ‘Were the same Caroline’ and Caroline demanding that Klaus set Tyler free and turning his words against him. Plus when she manipulated him into healing her. Then there were all the scenes both with Klaus and Caroline by themselves and the Klefaroline ones where their working together and flirting and bickering and having actual conversations (solving the cryptex, the conversation in the woods, the map scene, burying the 12 witches, ‘we all want the cure’ etc) instead of just Klaus spinning pretty words like he was in season 3.

Then there were the actual acts of friendship (ish) like Caroline reluctantly pulling the nonexistent stake splinters from Klaus’ back and then Klaus giving her that meek little ‘friends then?’ line (and by the way that was another excellent example of Caroline using her agency and levelling the playing field because she totally makes him suffer, refuses to help him without something in return, goes head to head in a screaming match with him without backing down and once he asks if they can be friends she still uses it as an opportunity to bargain for Tyler); there’s the dress in 4x18 that Klaus supplies free of charge and them - what antis like to conveniently forget - Klaus was invited to Caroline’s graduation and was also her first point of contact when she needed help.

I would’ve have continued that tenuous rocky friendship dynamic while also slow burning the romance between them. 4x23 would have ended with Klaus setting Tyler free, with more or less the same dialogue and the two of the walking off together arm in arm. Maybe I’d have Klaus say something cocky like ‘He’s your first love… but he won’t be your last’ not as dramatic but still hinting at something in the future.

In Season 5 Caroline would go to Whitfield with Bonnie and Elena. Elena’s little voice over in 5x01 would consist of her saying that Caroline and Tyler attempted to make it work over the summer but eventually broke it off and now Tyler’s mentoring some pack or another (I’d make season 4 a slow breakdown of F*rwood’s relationship so it would make sense) then while Elena’s monologing I’d have Caroline come into her room and find a mini fridge with a bow on it inside (cue the eye roll and tiny little smile).

Klaroline would communicate frequently during s5 and Klaus becomes somewhat of a confidant for Caroline, there is flirting (of course) and Klaus gives her a lot of advice especially when supernatural shenanigans occur in MF. Of course, her secret phone calls are top secret from Bonnie or Elena who would judge the living daylights out of her. Caroline starts dating Jesse in season 5 not 6 at Bolena’s insistence since she hasn’t been with anyone since Tyler, he’s a nice guy and Caroline likes him a lot but Caroline realises she cannot balance having the two men in her life (especially when Jesse starts asking questions ‘Who’s this Klaus guy that keeps calling you) so she effectively breaks things off with Klaus and asks him not to contact her anymore.

I can imagine him complying but still having his hybrids goons lurking about to keep tabs on her. Caroline wises up and leaves him a scathing voice message about it. Eventually, she and Jesse break up.

When he appears in 5x11 she is livid because this is totally not respecting her boundaries. Klaus tells her he heard about her and Jesse’s breakup and it ends with her giving him the whole ‘I’m building a life for myself’ speech and him asking for her confession and promising to leave and never return. Cue the whole sex montage.

I’d have Caroline confess to Katherine!Elena who swears not to tell anyone but then texts Bonnie behind Caroline’s back and tells her to start drama and to cause a distraction so Katherine can be Katherine. The scooby gang attempt at slut shaming Caroline and she claps back at them but is still pretty upset after and so Stefan goes after her and they bond over being attracted to terrible people.

Klaus sends Caroline a letter sometime after that and promises once again to stay away but leaves a first class ticket to New Orleans inside of it and says he will wait for her her to be ready. Then I’d drop the ‘However long it takes’ line.

In season 6 Caroline would be very restless, unsatisfied with the mundane routiness of school, combined with seeing everyone becoming adjusted and living good lives (Stefan Elena would be together - see my Stelena post here, and deliberating on whether or not to take the cure, Matt would be graduating cop school, Tyler would return and give college a shot, start dating Liv and playing sports again, plus Jo and Alaric’s wedding and pregnancy) if I had my way Bonnie being trapped in the prison world would be an accident (no self-sacrificing Bonnie over here) and Caroline would throw all her energy into finding a solution instead of Dullena ft Jeremy on the case, Caroline, Alaric and Stelena would work on getting her back.

Once Bonnie was brought back safely from the prison world Caroline would once again be at a loss. Thanks to an appearance from Kai - (see my Bonkai post here) Caroline decides that small town life isn’t enough for her so she decides to take up Klaus’ offer and go to New Orleans. I would have had Bonnie confess to Caroline after returning from the prison world about having complicated feelings for Kai so when Caroline asks Bonnie to come with her Bonnie is sceptical but not judgemental.

Eventually Bonnie agrees and they go and that would be the conclusion to tvd. As for to THERE WOULD BE NO BABY PLOT WHATSOEVER. Haley’s baby story would be a lie the witches of New Orleans conjured up in order to lure Klaus to The French Quarter so that they could use Klaus to get rid of Marcel. So when Caroline arrives Klaus is duty-free ;). At first, Caroline is elusive but eventually, they work their way towards a relationship. Kol, Rebekah, Finn, Freya, Elijah, Sage, Enzo, Bonnie, Katherine, Marcel and Davina are all part of the main cast and shenanigans occur.

After several seasons and one conquered empire with Klaroline as King and Queen of New Orleans I’d have Caroline tell Klaus she wants a change of scenery and ask him to make good on his promise to show her the world. There’d probably be some final conflict that stops them from leaving eventually but at the season finale I’d have Klaus leave the city to Marcel once again and Klaroline take off on a private jet and the last scene would be them sipping on expensive champagne (because that’s their thing) and have Klaus turn to Caroline ask her where she wants to go. Caroline would teasingly shrug and reply ‘I don’t know, Rome, Paris, Tokyo. It doesn’t matter’ and then she’d lean in ‘As long as I’m with you’

They’d kiss and just because this is the vampire genre and it really should be too sappy and be a littler gothic. I’d have Klaus bite into Caroline’s wrist (because blood sharing is defo another one of their ‘things’) and Caroline smile wickedly at him. I’d then cut to a scene with the rest of the Mikaelson’s all bickering over a meal or something. Then I’d cut back to Caroline her eyes would go all vampiry and she’d bite into Klaus’s neck.

The final shot would be Caroline’s eyes while she’s feeding (symbolising her true embracing of vampirism) and then the screen would cut to The Originals title card.

THE END

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU THE ENDGAME I WOULD HAVE WRITTEN FOR THEM

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline shippers club #klaus and caroline #kc #klaroline stan club #to #tvd #otp headcanons #my universe #klaroline meta #meta #gemleilou

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The Keeper of the Grove (Part 90 - END)

<Nicholas, Freya.>

Nick nodded. <Ozzy.>

Freya bowed. <Archon.>

<How are you two?> Ozpin said, before he took a sip of his coffee.

<Oh, you know: pissed off ole Sparky actually went and did it, trying to find a way to stop her this time around while trying to help sweep back what little we can under the rug, squeezing in some worrying about all three of our granddaughters now being in that hellhole you call the Viridian Valley, if we can we find the time…

<You know, the usual.> Nick replied. <Now what’s up your end?>

Ozpin looked mildly annoyed. <So says the two that have been covertly communicating with their second youngest grandchild via the dreamscape.>

<Say what now?> Nick asked, confused.

<Penny has been reporting matching accounts from both Ruby and Weiss that the latter has been having dreams involving incredibly vivid conversations with both of you, sometimes with that of Ruby’s mother, Summer Rose.

<First time I’ve ever heard of this!> Nick replied. <If it helps, I have been having dreams about Weiss and Winter for the past two months, the two of them in the thick of some sticky business or trapped somewhere, and I have to help them and talk ‘em out of their funks.

<I’ve been having much of the same, too, actually,> Freya said. <It might be that her first exposure to such intense levels of magic has forged some sort of connection between us all. Well, that, or my family’s tendency towards mental illness is finally rearing it’s ugly head, and Nicholas here has finally lost his mind, too.

Ozpin nodded. <Indeed. Speaking of family, we of the Council have been discussing your current arrangement; if you would like, we could transfer you two out of there to the Viridian Valley with them.>

Nick and Freya’s eyes widened. They thought about it for a moment, before they both shook their heads.

<… Nah, not worth the risk; the fight against ole Sparky’s going to be a lot easier the longer she doesn’t realize me and Frosty are still around to fuck up her plans,> Nick said.

<Surprise and secrecy have always been the seeker’s greatest weapons,> Freya added.

Ozpin’s eyebrows rose. <Are you quite sure about this, you two?>

They both nodded. <Positive,> Nick said.

Ozpin said before he took another sip.

Ozpin nodded gravely. <The Council is, in the end, just a group of mortals who happen to be a cut above the rest...>

<Yeah, yeah, we know—you just focus on foiling Sparky again with the Fae, and we’ll figure out how we’re going to rope my species into helping you do just that now.>

<A word of warning: it looks like our best chance is arming them with new magitech weapons and armour, ones that will be much more capable of handling and resisting the dangers of the Valley, and consequently that of the Cradle,> Freya said.

Ozpin nodded. <We’ll deal with that problem once we get there.>

<Anything else to report, Ozzy?> Nick asked.

<You just keep up your end of the bargain, Ozpin, and we’ll keep up ours,> Nick said coolly. <It ain’t that complicated.>

Ozpin nodded, and shut off the link.

Freya turned to Nick. <So are when are we going to tell them, now that our plans have been shot to shit once again?>

Nick shrugged. <I say in a year. It’s been a rough life for all of them; best we give them some time to know what it’s like to just live before we rope them into all this realm-wide conspiracy business, especially Weiss is still reeling from learning about the Keeper’s mates.>

Freya sighed.

Nick chuckled. <I’m not surprised, honestly—we Schnees tend to aim high,> he said, putting a hand on Freya’s shoulder. <Whether they were born or made.>

Freya sighed.

Nick squeezed her shoulder. <They’re going to be fine, Frosty—they’re in good company, and even if they weren’t, they’re made of real tough stuff, just like me.>

Freya hummed and smiled, before she playfully looked at Nick. <Speaking of tough stuff: care to put that that alleged immortality of yours to the test again?> she winked as her tail began to wag behind her.

Nick grinned. <Ha-ha-ha—yeah, no. I’m still reeling from last night, and I’m not as young as I used to be, Frosty.>

Freya scowled. <Hmph. Fine.>

<Why don’t you go spend all that energy out on the training dummies instead?> Nick said, coaxing her to their Raucous Room. <If things go the way I think they will, we’ll probably be back out on the field soon enough.

<Plus, seeing you in your old seeker suit might make me change my mind in a hurry!>

Freya smiled, before it quickly faded. <I’ve been out of the Great Game for a really long time, Nick…>

Nick patted her on the back. <Yeah, but that ass of yours sure hasn’t quit.>

Freya snorted. <Nick, you are terrible.> She smiled warmly at him.

<And so are you, which is why I love ya too, Frosty,> Nick replied. <Now you go enjoy ravaging the ever loving crap out of something that isn’t me, for once.>

Freya hummed as she sauntered away.

Morning again in Keeper’s Hollow, and for the first time in memory, Weiss didn’t wake up because of bright morning sunlight searing her eyes; instead, it was the smell of something delicious wafting in the air.

“Rise and shine, everyone!” Taiyang said as he, Qrow, and Zwei hauled in a giant pot of food alongside bowls for everyone. “Breakfast is ready! We’re having one of my favourites: Daybreak Porridge, everything you need to get your ass in gear in the morning, then kick ass till lunch!”

“Also does wonders for hangovers, just so you know,” Qrow added.

Nora rocketed out of her and Ren’s stall bouncing in excitement as she grabbed a bowl from Qrow. “Oh man, breakfast! And Ren didn’t even have to make it first! Isn’t that great, Ren?”

“Yeah, it’s a nice change of pace,” Ren said as he came out at a much more leisurely pace.

“Thank you for breakfast, Mr. Xiao Long,” Pyrrha said as she joined them.

Taiyang laughed as he poured Nora an extra generous serving. “Please, just call me Taiyang—we’re all the same out here.”

Weiss and Winter came out of their stall, saw Jaune looking conflicted, and still dressed in his uniform sans the heavier body armour.

“Something the matter, Jaune?” Winter asked.

“… Should we be eating this stuff, Agent Schnee?” he asked quietly. “I mean, we’re kind of in enemy territory...”

“Unless you want to starve to death, or see a way to feed yourself without relying on the Fae, you should,” Winter said. “Also, it’s just ‘Schnee’ or ‘Winter’ now, considering I’m not a part of the Queensguard anymore.”

Jaune’s eyes widened. “You quit? Just like that?”

“I only joined the AFA because I wanted to protect my little sister,” Winter replied. “I can’t do that when I’m on the side that wants to arrest and/or execute her, now, can I…?”

Jaune paused. “… Right.”

“Don’t worry, you guys!” Taiyang said. “I made sure to make this stuff with filtered water; not the best way to enjoy it, but better bland than sick!”

Jaune debated it for a moment, before he lined up with Ren and Nora.

“Shall we?” Winter asked, gestured as the other sat down and started eating.

Weiss shook her head. “I always tend to my crops before breakfast.”

“Enjoy yourself, then, little sister,” Winter said, smiling as she hugged her goodbye.

Weiss left the barn, heading back to Ruby’s room to get her work dress. She had to stop and pause as she noticed Ruby, Yang, and Blake making two new scarecrows to protect all the new crops:

One massive, with short cropped salt and pepper “hair,” a full “beard,” wearing a tattered shirt and a red scarf, and wielding a stick that looked somewhat like a ceremonial AFA officer’s sword in one hand, and a pair of sticks shaped like pistol in the other; and the other much smaller, hair pure as snow tied in two parallel buns atop her head, a makeshift “lab coat” draped around her shoulders, her eyebrows and mouth slanted downwards in annoyance.

“Are those my grandparents?” Weiss asked as she came over.

<Yes,> Blake replied as she carefully adjusted Freya’s eyebrows, trying to find the right angle that would convey the most amount of disdain and annoyance for everything and everyone around her. <Ruby’s idea.>

“We were supposed to make both our moms, but then I’d be too tempted to punch mine whenever I pass her by,” Yang said as she tied Nick’s “gun” to his “hand.” “So since we already had one of your dad, and these two always came in a pair, we decided to do them instead!”

“You don’t mind, do you?” Ruby asked, smiling nervously.

“No, not at all!” Weiss said. “I love it, actually.”

Ruby beamed.

Yang pulled a little too hard to make a knot, ended up cracking one of the sticks making up Nick’s “hand.”

“… I’ll just be going back into the house now...” Weiss muttered as she began to leave.

“You do that,” Yang muttered as she picked up the severed halves.

Ruby glared at Yang as Weiss made her way to the elevator, Blake just ignored them and kept on working.

Penny was in the living room, all of Weiss’ belongings, Myrtenaster, and her box of mediums on the table and neatly tied up in her hammock. “Good morning, Weiss! I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of packing all of your things for you, as you’ll be moving out later.

“I’ve also hung your work dress behind the door to Ruby’s room, in anticipation of your changing before you tend your crops as you usually do.”

“Oh, thank you, but you really shouldn’t have!” Weiss said. “I could have done all that by myself...”

Penny chuckled. “It’s no trouble at all! In fact, do you need my assistance with anything else?”

“Nothing at the moment, thank you,” Weiss said before she stepped into—well, it was just Ruby’s room, now.

As she changed, she got a good look at the empty room, noticed how different it was without all of her belongings among Ruby’s piles of stuff, her hammock hanging just by one of the windows.

Weiss sighed. “A lot of things are going to be very different from now on...” she muttered as she left the room, and went down to her crops

Taiyang was patiently waiting for by the tool rack. “I harvest and weed, you water and replant?” he asked.

Weiss smiled as she picked up the watering can. “Sounds good to me.”

The two of them got to work tending to the farm; the others all headed to the training grounds; and another small army of makers and their pack animals were starting to filter into the Hollow, ready to rebuild the cabins and Winter’s new house atop the barn.

When Weiss first set off for the Viridian Valley, she had imagined her new life there would involve a lot of staying inside camp, trying to pass the time inside a heavily guarded bunker as the workers and the mercenaries did most of the actual work trying to find resources and a wellspring to tap into, maybe venturing out for a quick stroll once her guards were reasonably sure it was safe, or once they had established a proper settlement around a claim.

She had never expected it to actually involve all of the crazy, disastrous, and confusing events of the past month-and-a-half, ending up with her being a wanted terrorist in the human territories, running a farm while trying to get a handle on her new magical powers, and trying a relationship with the not-so-mythological and not-nearly-as-evil-or-horrifying guardian of the Viridian Valley—even if it did mean she’d be part of a giant, ongoing containment project for a 1,000 year old realm-threatening disaster area.

She didn’t have the slightest clue what the future was going to hold, what new crisis fate was going to throw at her, but she did know she’d have her new friends, her older sister, and a loving girlfriend to help her out.

And at the very least, she was sure she wouldn’t ever get bored here.

Note:

Three months back, I started Keeper of the Grove on a lark on my tumblr. I was just writing 1,800 words on a lack of sleep, after a long day at school, and some caffeine, in an attempt to get myself to write more.

I thought this would be 10 chapters or so, not the beginning of my first novel series, the birth of this expansive and complex universe, of which there are many more sequels planned.

I’d like to thank you all for reading, all of you who have left kudos, reblogged, and left comments for me to read and enjoy, and sometimes figure out where I had gone wrong in this story like with my constant flip-flopping about whether or not the Council and the Fae are a good or a bad thing.

It’s been a hell of a ride, and for now, it’s time to pull into the station, refuel, make repairs, and get ready for the next trip.

See you all back on April 7, 2018, for “The Viridian Vanguard.”

#white rose #rwby #fanfic #the keeper of the grove

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sebeth · 7 years

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Uber #1

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

Warning for World War II violence and atrocities…

Uber #1 by Kieron Gillen and Caanan White

April 30, 1945

Hitler prepares to follow Eva Braun in death when an official notifies him that “We are delivered”.

May 1, 1945: The Kronprinzenbrucke, Berlin.

Generals Speer, Sankt, and Guderian argue over who deserves the credit for the recent success. Scheele informs the General of Wilhelm’s murder.

May 1: The Cabinet War Rooms, London.

Winston Churchill begs his advisors for good news.

“The Americans new bomb is nearly ready. We haven’t tried any poison gas.”

“So my good news for the British people is that we could always try abandoning the few tatters of civilization we’ve managed to hold onto. What marvelous times to live in.”

Yep, you’re living in a crapsack world when atomic bombs and chemical warfare passes as positive news.

“We had an agent undercover in their research posing as a Norwegian scientist. She hadn’t reported for nearly a year. But a message came through unconventional channels three days ago. Warned that these things were going to be deployed in Berlin immediately.” – That would be Freya from last issue.

Churchill questions why the Russians weren’t warned. He’s told “It’d compromise our intelligence. And ‘Overmen’? You know Stalin. He’d think it a ruse to stop him from taking Berlin before us.”

Gotta love personal ego preventing allies from working together.

“Freya” a.k.a. Stephanie is returning to England and will try to disrupt the production of the overmen along the way.

Churchill decides to inform the British citizens of the Overmen and “…that her Majesty’s humans are in the works. And we’ll meet them blow for blow soon enough”.

He might want to wait before he makes that announcement. The Germans have been at this for a while and have only managed to produce three. It’s clearly not an easy process.

April 30: Projekt U. Swiss/Austrian border. Location classified.

We flashback to Freya/Stephanie’s escape from the lab. She enters bar and summers a German soldier: “Lupin! Sankt wants me in Berlin as soon as humanly possible”.

Freya and Lupin leave on a motorcycle.

Freya’s calmly murdered Wilhelm the previous issue but working in the concentration camp has taken its toll on her. Freya self-harms herself with cigarettes before summoning Lupin.

Freya and Lupin discuss the project. Weir, Klaudia, and Jung are “V2”. Lupin is “V1”. Freya states “The fatigue effect is more pronounced in the V1. And even fresh, the body reinforcement isn’t right. A lucky Ivan with an obsolete A.T. gun could have a lucky day. It’ll be a month until you’re refitted. The war will still be waiting for you.”

Lupin stops the motorcycle to relieve himself.

Freya mutters to herself “You’re not a bad man, Lupin. You’re just a soldier. You’d understand.”

Freya shoots Lupin in the back with a souped-up gun/rocket launcher type weapon. Lupin dies instantly.

“Lupin Schultz: First Panzermensch killed in action.”

I felt bad for Lupin. Yes, he’s on the German side but, as Freya said, he wasn’t a bad man just a soldier.

We switch to Projekt U. Scientists are producing mass quantities of the serum. *Boom!* The lab explodes taking out the serum and the scientists.

Freya/Stephanie is definitely the most valuable player on the Allied side. She’s taken out the man who created the serum, all of the scientists involved with the Projekt, the supply of the serum, and one of the ubermen. In the space of a few hours! The Allies need to put Stephanie in charge – she’d have the war wrapped up in a few days.

Sankt’s having a fit in Berlin: “Cursed whore, I never trusted her. Idiot Metzger. Led by his fucking cock.”

Sankt’s right about Wilhelm.

Sankt continues “The reserves are already deployed in the West. They know her. I’ll arrange them in teams of two. To cover each other’s refractory periods. They’ll be supported by whatever conventional troops are available.”

We know there are three “V2s” but how many “V1s” are there? There has to be at least one more if they are being paired up.

Freya/Stephanie’s going to have a very dangerous journey to England. Here’s hoping her streak continues!

May 1st: Berlin

Maria, the Russian sniper from the previous issue, is among the captured Russians. She’s also missing a hand: “Wonder if these Gods of Germans can grow hands as well as destroy them? Bet they haven’t even tried. No elite sniper any more, Maria. Men won’t call you Katyusha now. Be the world’s best P.O.W., I think. Could even be safer.”

Maria mentions “Gods of Germans” destroying hands so I’m guessing Jung attacked her after she shot him. Jung’s a rabid dog – Maria’s lucky he only destroyed her hand.

Speaking of the rabid dog…

May 1st: Ullsteinhaus, overlooking the remains of the Templehof Airfield

Hitler meets Battlefield Siegfried (Jung). We’re told that “Siegmund (Weir) is deployed to the east. Sieglinde (Klaudia) maintains her vigil over the city from the Zootower.”

Hitler questions “Why were they delayed? Why is this the first I heard of these Ubermensch? And why do you to speak to me of ‘respect’ when you have never shown me any?”

My guess would be it’s because you’re an insane, incompetent idiot.

Speer and Hitler argue. Speer proclaims “My feet are firmly on the German soil, my Fuhrer. I see a starving city. You see the best part of a million prisoners. And I see yet more mouths we cannot hope to feed.”

Hitler unleashes Jung on the prisoners.

“Mass extermination of Soviet prisoners of war by Battleship Siegfried. Casualties unknown. Between the crush in trying to escape and the perimeter Panzermensch guards, it’s estimated that no more than one in twenty escaped the field.”

A horrified Speers and Heinz watch the massacre. Speers vomits. Speers asks Heinz “What have we done here, Heinz? What…”

Heinz responds “What have we done? We’ve made the condition of any of our soldiers in Soviet hands immeasurably worse. And as much as I feel able to ask God for anything, I pray for this…May they never get their hands on a monster like that.”

Yeah, Stalin’s not going to respond well to that at all.

Jung and Hitler are a nightmare combination – their combined insanity along with Jung’s powers are going to lead to terrible things.

The last panel focuses on a still-alive Maria. Yay!

Another excellent issue. War is truly hell. One of the best aspects of the series is the “shades of grey” – the Germans aren’t all irredeemably evil individuals.

#Uber #World War II #Freya #Maria

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