FIRE RAGES

Private and Selective Blake Belladonna Written by Dorian(under construction)

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Hey, it’s Dorian again, back in the fandom after five years of absence with Leo Valdez from Heroes of Olympus. I might as well be new to the fandom, so spreading this around would really help me out with a like and reblog.

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Okay, I never meant this to be intentional since I made the au/divergence since the beginning of my return to the fandom. If you think about it, Blake and Penny’s experience with getting the maiden powers are similar in essence. 

-Both unwittingly experience the death of the former maiden, there in their last moments. 

- Both hold the other in those moments, the powers passing by contact after an altercation 

- Both now have to deal with that sudden change in their life, never expecting it or asking for it in their life, it just happened by chance. 

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seethewcrld‌:

“…..Hey I know we’re… not super close or anything but.” He handed her some cookies. Non chocolate, but still. “I uh… got some for the ace ops and your team… didn’t get the chance to bring them to you until now.”

“I know we aren’t, but thank you anyway, Marrow. I have something for you too.” In her hand, a small makeshift box of sugar cookies made from scratch. “I hope you don’t mind the type of cookies I made.” 

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@sunstide​ replied: 

gives u candy

Immediately Blake’s mood shifted, ears perking up at the sight of chocolate. “That was sure fast, a new record for you, Sun.” She was joking, but sincerely appreciated this. “Thank you so much.” 

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Blake is one of the oldest deities still around, there was always darkness and ‘night.’ It predated the day, existing before planets, the earth, the stars. Despite existing for so long, most of it was spent in slumber, making her an ancient force, but one that only had a start-up after everything else in the universe that mattered was made. The startup only happening when the earth, the stars, and the day came into existence. In her true form, she is a giant even by definition of the gods and always shrinking herself for the benefit of those around her. Her body is old, but her mind is young. 

The stars, in a way, are her children, born from dreams in her sleep. Gemstones and similar formations her gift, made by her own hand to shine like the stars and represent aspects of astrology for a select few. She hoped that when god and man saw them, they would be reminded of what had always been there for them. 

Whenever she is teaching others the ways of magic, she takes on a human disguise for those that aren’t privy to the information of her godhood. If it doesn’t look like a god, you won’t be looking for a god, and she’d do anything to keep it that way. Individuals that have broken their promises never are seen again, the rare anger bringing death. Usually, she is a very peaceful and serene personality but holds promises in the highest regard. This is a rare example of what spikes any rage or disgust in her. 

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“...I thought I’d at least get one Valentine today, but I guess not...” 

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It’s still a wip, but how about some gods verse starters, just don’t expect Blake to be open to every deity since she is very reclusive and doesn’t generally interact with people openly. Unless they are more like her or older immortals like herself or one of the few newer deities she likes, it won’t be easy going like an interaction between her and philotimon‘s James. 

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shovvteeth‌:

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The moonlight is bright overhead, illuminating the forest in all it’s beauty; a refreshing sight to behold as the gangling-limbed beast that once stood proud as a goddess of nature prowled. She could appreciate the tender beauty of a domain that was once her own–

Marred limbs and a scarred form rested back against a tree, the low sound of water running in the distance and the world at peace; small animals shifting close and the call of owls and bats– This was the world that Robyn had missed the most in her long banishment.

A deep inhale of the wood was taken, eyes shutting before goat-eyed hues of purple cast back to the area. Fallen as she might be, Robyn was still a deity of nature even if she laid forgotten to the mortal realms. 

Nature and truth; realms that the woman, even in her monstrous state, adhered to but even as such, there was symbolism in such corruption–

Nature was not always pretty, the truth was not always pleasant and if it took jagged horns and a sickled tail to see such then such as it was. Robyn was still a storm that laid dormant and one day there would be destruction to follow her feet.

For this day? She would lay to rest like the low lull of the wind and the soft pull of the tide. 

Only, she was not alone. The faint trickle of paranoia of company was bleeding into her as the thin tail coiled and Robyn’s eyes opened.

A low exhale left her maw, the lower jaw pulled apart just slightly before clicking back into place as she cast her gaze about. “I know you are there…”

That or madness was truly claiming her after all her years of imprisonment–

Regardless of her usual visitations with others and the position, the one before her had been outside of her involvement, this one went like any other. No hate, no disdain for the goddess that despite significant importance to the very existence of the world, she didn’t even enter the space the other gods existed in together, preferring to stay out of that mess. 

Today was just a day for wandering the earth’s face without a specific purpose. No meaning, no purpose, just taking in everything for what it was without being bothered or interrupted. Invisibility was her cloak for now as she hid from prying eyes that would be so lucky to catch her otherwise. 

Her voice rose, the first sign she was indeed there. “You were always quick to pick up on these things, Robyn.” A sigh exhaled as the absence shifted to darkness, completely out in the open without anything hiding her. Out in the open was where Blake would remain now for the time being, so long as this interaction didn’t end badly. 

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Gods au misc. info

Blake is the lone God of night and darkness, peace, security, stability. The major god of riches, minor god of magic and of chance without a leaning to good or bad luck (purely situational).

Never being known for any sights of the immortal, the definition of elusive even when praying to her. Only those that either have the good or bad luck to catch her intentionally in any form she could take or are the few special to her. Her answers only through gifts or through a disembodied voice a whisper near-silent that only those focusing on it could hear. Mortals so lucky to see Blake in one-off moments see her draped in shadow. Only her eyes that shine like the brightest stars visible aside from the outline of her hair and dress of the darkest colors beyond imagination trailing behind like the night blanketing the day. Individuals so lucky to catch her without shadow hiding her features get to see everything from the color of her skin, to tiny details like her long eyelashes or how soft and unmarked her skin is.

 Blake is a mesmerizing sight, a beauty comparable to the night sky, and few legends make a note of it from those mortals lucky to gain her attention in such a way. A few tales of mortals that had gained her love, a few her support as heroes worthy of her blessing and help. Once in a while, she takes apprentices to learn magic regardless of gender, people sworn to secrecy only speaking of her tutelage and nothing else. 

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shovvteeth‌:

Robyn inclines her head just slightly, a sober sort of smile rests upon her face; certainly not her usual smug grin of reassuring overconfidence. “I suppose that is true but without knowing my Semblance, you gambled a lot on a stranger who could have called you mad beyond your years.”

It was a very bold gamble played by someone that Robyn could only hope was trying to do what they thought was best despite the crushing weight of responsibility and barking orders of people in power. Robyn respected that immensely; the desire to do good regardless of the cost.

“Hah, I’m glad you think so highly of me though.” The compliment, whilst unneeded, was appreciated and it brought a true smile to the huntresses lips. “You’d be surprised at how many good people are out there though. They just need people like you, like me, like your friends to help them rise over their fears to reach it, y’know?”

Oh, by the sweet good gods, when did she get so sentimental and speech-y?

“Sometimes taking a gamble is what’s needed, and it is something I know a little too well.” If it blew up in her face, that would have been Blake’s problem as much as it would have if nothing was said. A part of her was always more willing for honesty when necessary versus truth being withheld when that truth was valuable information. A hint of a smile crept up on Blake’s lips while musing about how it had helped everything for everyone. 

“I know, it’s just that it’s hard to find people willing to put others before themselves and to weigh the problems of the many over the few. Saving people is our work. After all, if we can’t do that, what’s the point to any of this.” A wide sweeping arm indicated everything around them in relative peace with protection to ensure the safety of everyone that could not do it themselves.  It was the lessen she had been raised with, the one she regained and would not lose ever again as long as she lived. 

“--That’s true, I’m happy to be one of the people protecting them. I just... I wish that people wouldn’t sink to fear so readily, especially not the leaders we rely on falling and changing in the worst of ways.” Speaking on what once was, what was once weighing her down to behave in less than reliable ways. Thinking on what had become of Lionheart, what they had done to Ozpin (someone trying to do right for everyone), and what it was doing to the General. “You were spoken of in such a way immediately after we stepped into Mantle, it was hard not to go on hearing and seeing it. Meeting you in person, though, you are strong and hold to your reputation and stand against fear. It’s something I’m still trying to be myself.” 

To be that example was all Blake could ever ask for. After all, to be a huntress meant siding for the lives of the people over any miliary or kingdom alliance, first and foremost. They were never justice or the might of one group, just a symbol of security and protecting people everywhere all over Remnant. Cowering was never an option, losing hope never a state of mind to endlessly weigh down. 

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Dynamic tags anyone? 

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                                    i am destroying myself so other people can’t 

                                               &&  it’s the worst kind of control 

                                          ——— but it’s the only form i know 

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In twin verses (siblings), Blake’s name changes to Blanche. She has white streaks running through her hair, natural but caused by stress, and her faunus type being a white serval. From this, her ears aren’t black like in any other verse and are a stark white. Her hair is still long and kept up with the style she wore at Beacon but always in a ponytail, bun, or braid. 

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Blake is a black serval faunus, her hearing is extremely good to the point of excess and being highly sensitive to sound even by standards of other faunus that have animal ears. That’s a big part of why Blake does not have human ears due to evolution, and the lack of humans in the family tree for a few generations knocked that out. 

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⨳ — SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND; / accepting

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“Ruby?” shock visible, confusion left as quickly as it came when Blake’s hand was grabbed and held seemingly to anchor her. What was unexpected was far from unwelcome, though. No matter what, without fail Ruby had the power to bring out a smile and thoughts warmer than what came on her own. There was much to sort out, but to keep it simple -- she was glad to have someone like Ruby whose strength to stand a leader when others questioned was true purity in her eyes. 

Light sound of amusement came with a deepening smile. Nothing was said on her end, just holding Ruby’s hand and drinking in the moment for all it was worth. A moment of peace enjoyed without a need for anything else as the ship flew off with all of them on it. 

“I’m glad we’re still together and that you’re all right, Ruby.”