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[protegeofwar]

Petition for Gabrielle, Joxer, Hercules and Iolaus blogs!

[protegeofwar]

the power-ladies of my childhood beckon me to make blogs for them in place of where I used to write them on freaking PROBOARDS. Lemme get a big hollaback from all my  born in 1980-somethings who grew up on 90s tv.

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Petition for Gabrielle, Joxer, Hercules and Iolaus blogs!

[protegeofwar]

                ❝ --- CALLISTO. ❞ The name is growled like a curse. And truly that is all that is LEFT of the woman. What guilt Xena still carried ( and likely always would, ) no longer was enough to stay her hand; the girl was gone. Lost to the fires along with her family, and all that remained was the monster made in Xena’s own image. Her heart quickens its pace in the presence of her foe ( a GODDESS now, she remembers; now somehow free of eternal captivity ) and her hand raises to reach over her shoulder, fingers curling around the hilt of her sword with a firm grip. Yet something keeps her from drawing the blade just yet. A niggling pang of instinct. A voice in the back of her mind telling her that this isn’t merely a CHANCE meeting. And if she knows anything about gods it’s that they always want something -- and expect a MORTAL to do their dirty work.  Clenching her jaw against better sense, she releases her hold and lets her hand fall to her side, eyes narrowing at the blonde murderess -- scrutiny overshadowed by the seething distrust that clouded her sight.

             ❝ You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me what you’re doing here. ❞

[ofmiidnight]

        MAGICAL FLASH ICONS GIVEAWAY  (♥‿♥)

o n e winner. will win 300 icons. border/etc up to you! psd will be included.   rules: must be following me. reblogs only. will end @ 8 central tonight!

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[protegeofwar]

Life stinks on ice, but I’m here and I’m doing things

[aquire]

[protegeofwar]

Until I can sort out my Lucy icon issues, I will be containing all starters to canon verses. This has been a thing.

[protegeofwar]

    Ｉ   ＨＡＶＥ   ＭＡＮＹ   ＳＫＩＬＬＳ                  ＫＩＬＬ   ＴＨＥＭ     ＡＬＬ      in a time of ancient gods, warlords and            x ——  well versed in canon  —— x        kings,  a  land in turmoil cried out  for a             x ——  icon  chat  &  novella  —— x      hero. she was xena, a mighty princess             x ——  minimal     formatting —— x      forged      in     the      heat     of      battle.            x ——  9+  years experience  —— x                                                ◢ enter         ◢ ask          ◢ rules

                             EST.   1.21.14  &&   REBOOTED 9.30.15

[protegeofwar]

         I can already smell the trouble brewing. 

              LIKE FOR A THING.

[protegeofwar]

I got hurt tonight so I am nursing my wounds and being lazy. I’ll probably reply to things though because I have muse for Xena. Skype available on request!

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AMNISOS, nestled on the seas surrounding Crete and bustling with travelers, thugs and vendors of every sort -- and entirely the wrong kind of place to be for anyone who couldn’t hold their own. The sting of salt in the air chapped at her lips as she walked with a purposeful stride, eyes narrowed into scrutinous slants. The last time she’d set foot in this port, she had been a different woman. A bloodstained warlord leading an army along in merciless slaughter and pillaging. She doubted the current occupants had born witness to her acts of wanton blood-lust, but she was ready should anyone have the bright idea of having their revenge.  She wasn’t here to cause TROUBLE anyhow ( though it did always seem to have a way of finding her, ) she merely sought passage to Athens where Gabrielle was waiting for her return. The stench of fish and men ripe from months at sea bled together in a foul cacophony of odor, leading her feet onwards past vessel after vessel until she came upon one that struck a familiar cord. Pausing to consider the ship, a faint smirk tugged at her lips. Without invitation, Xena hoisted herself over a thick rope and swung her long legs over the ships banister, boots hitting the immaculate deck with a dull thud. Keeping her hand at her sword’s hilt, she sauntered slowly across the well swabbed planks, as she listened to the warm southerly winds rip at the taut sails above.  Rather than announce herself, she turned to lean against a stack of barrels, clearly able to hear the commotion of voices below deck, and the approaching footfalls of angry pirates. As soon as she saw the familiar face, she gave him a smirk.

                      ❝ I always did think yellow was a bold choice for a ship. ❞

[evenstars]

“A Day In The Life”

Gabrielle: Xena, this was our only frying pan. Why do you do that? You do have weapons, don’t you?  Xena: I like to be creative in a fight. It gets my juices going. Gabrielle: Can we cook with your juices?

[aflawedfashion]

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       people in TARTARUS aren’t alive anymore xena;                                                       that’s the whole point the place.

[protegeofwar]

  Y’know, that might actually be up for debate. Whaddya say we send you there and                                                            test the theory?