#sagavalentineevent

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Final one. Just in case team-sand doesn't receive their gift, I drew this. It's thanks for the awesome drawing! I loved it!

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Saw that team-kaze-hunters didn't receive their Valentine's day gift yet so I decided to sketch this in the meantime x) hope your day went great!

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Saw that zeke-exiel didn't receive his Valentine's Day gift yet so I sketched this in the meantime x) Hope your day went wonderful!

[team-umbr]

This got out of hand, idk what happened, sorry I'm kinda late  Hi Happy Valentines, uhm, I'm your Secret Valentine, Fyre :D

T'was supposed to be a Hades Persephone thing because Umbra and Rhea kinda fit. But then it just became this. I didn't intend for a background OTL (pssst, Umbra makes flower crowns and sings for people he likes, what a dork)

I hope that you had a wonderful day surrounded by loved ones :)

Also, tumblr is a butt, have the full res: (❤)  Song: (❤)

[c-qcat]

Hello, beautiful Julie. Here is your Valentine's Day present. I call it, "Testament to the Fact that I Cannot Write In Straight Lines Without Lines Present on the Paper for Shit." But you can just call it "Letters," for short. I apologize if things seem bolded. Using a quill for the first time was an adventure, and I had no idea how to unbold things. Okay, so you had talked about her being some sort of superintendent, yes? I figured Glynda might end up aware of the fact that Ozpin was in hot water and would try and take matters into her own hands, in a way. I am SO SORRY if I went out of character for Madame SIlvergale, I tried to do what I could. If it's illegible or you're on mobile, here's what it says:

First letter: "Madame Silvergale,

I don’t doubt that you have been made aware of the situation here at Beacon Academy, but in the case you haven’t, here is the long and short of it:            Ozpin has been deemed unfit for what was to be his duty to organize the security for the Vytal Festival. James has been chosen to replace him as head of security. And where this isn’t to say that this has been a considerable load off of the both of our backs, and where I do not doubt James’ ability to organize his men to keep the Vytal Festival and all its spectators and participants safe, it should be obvious that the fact that Ozpin’s being unfit to uphold security at the Festival does inspire no little lack of faith in the council as to his right to his position at Beacon. Ozpin is trying his best, his methods are simply less volatile than James’. He prefers to obtain information before he makes any sort of move against an enemy. It, among other characteristics of his, was what made him the most obvious choice for headmaster of Beacon in the first place—they would be wise to remember that. Regardless of whether James’ actions as General saved many people, they should recall that it was Beacon students and staff who had the most success in holding back the Grimm, and, not to mention, acted as first responders—Ozpin’s seat as headmaster of Beacon should not be at stake here. I know that you have some sway over the council, Dorothy, given your position as superintendent. Regardless of whether or not you will, I feel the need to ask for your help, or at least, your validation. Ozpin may not know how to lead people in war, but you and I both know that he knows how to teach people to lead themselves in war. That’s the point of the teams—teaching leaders and followers alike to fulfill their roles, and where he might not have been the first to choose to make four-person teams, where his methods might be unorthodox, his teams have very high success rates in the missions they choose to undertake. Beacon Academy’s mission is not to raise soldiers, it is to train those with the will to defend others the way to defend others. I know you know this, Dorothy, I just want you to let the council know. Fondest regards, Glynda Goodwitch" Second letter: "Dearest Glynda,

How funny it is that the first time you contact me in years is to complain to me to concern me with James’ undertakings again. But I suppose reminiscing ought to be saved for a time where less urgent matters can be discussed. I was made aware of the volatile situation that was in the minds of the council members in regards to Ozpin’s position, and of the recent breach of Grimm in the city. And while I hadn’t asked for the reason as to why Ozpin’s position as headmaster was being questioned (these types of whims come and go in their minds), the intensity with which this one stuck to their minds was quite concerning to me. I hadn’t had the chance to ask why they doubted Ozpin’s competence so heavily, but I had the time to end up putting two and two together, so thank you, Glynda, for having more efficient communication than the council and for affirming my suspicions. I do agree with your analysis of the situation. Ozpin and James, while both great leaders, have both very different styles of preparing the Hunters and Huntresses of tomorrow. But passiveness in a time such as this is not something the world can afford, not something the people can afford to see in leaders. Where Ozpin might not have much in the way of leadership over any large group of people beside his students to worry about, James has an entire army under his command. Doubt spreads quickly, and James cannot afford to be indecisive at this point.Where Ozpin might feel the need to send scouts in to a seemingly empty territory and feel as though he has time to wait for them to return, James sees the empty territory, worries that it might never be empty again, and charges. Reckless? Yes. But the way he sees it, he can obtain information on the battlefield. Not to mention, given how much safer the battlefield is becoming with an age where wars can be fought on a lifeless battlefield with androids (I’m beginning to feel old), he feels that it is easy to determine which will be more costly: sending in robots to fight a lifeless battle, or wait until the battle will be fought on his own front door, close to the people and things he cares about. James is trying his best to defend that which he cares about. He is harsh on people, as the military often is, but he has only the best intentions at heart, I’m sure. As for your request to enlist my help, well, I can promise you my sincerest efforts, but I do not know if the council can truly be swayed at this point. They have begun to side more with James’ view of things—to charge now, while everyone else is out to lunch. I can try to make them understand the dangers that poses, and the value that Ozpin’s teachings have to Beacon students and staff, but I do not know just how much I can do without Ozpin working to appease the council as well. He needs to show them that he knows that the time of peace may be over, and that he knows how to prepare to bring it back. That’s the best I can give as far as advice. Best of luck, Dorothy Silvergale"

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Happy Love-Polygon Day!!

Today's the day! As of this post, we have 13 gifts sent out of 24 total pairs, and each are so amazing!!  Thanks for your hard work and creativity!

As a reminder for those still working, the deadline to submit your gift is tomorrow - February 15th, at 11:59pm PST!

Until then, keep it up and good luck!

And also, Happy Valentine's Day~

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No One Knows It's You, Miss Neo

My gift for Kay (otherwise known as @loreleisonafaire) for quartetsaga's secret valentines! Sorry if I didn't get Tate's personality right

Out the back door, goddamn! But I love her anyway.

OK, this wasn’t technically breaking any rules. She was just meeting her girlfriend. No biggie, right?

But Neo didn’t tell her why they had to meet in secret. It was just the start of their relationship, so maybe it was natural not to pour your heart out so quickly. It had been- what- a month? And they only talked face-to-face once a week. Still, Tate was sure she’d tell her some time.

She checked on her weapon and ammo as she sneaked out of the city, setting her sights towards Forever Fall. It was much easier to do this on a weekend, when she could go into Vale during the daytime and get back before nightfall. She had a good two hours to talk to Neo, providing nothing went amiss. But honestly, who would just go for a leisurely stroll in a Grimm-infested area? No one. And since they were both combat trained, if a Grimm showed up, they could deal with it. It was the best plan, really.

It was worth the hike up there. The forest was really beautiful. Tate grabbed a falling leaf from a tree, just to let it slide through her hands. And then, when she got to her usual meeting place, she saw Neo leaning against a tree, her parasol up and a grin on her face.

“Hello, trouble.” Tate sighed, though smiling all the same. Neo stepped forwards and on her tippy-toes, gave Tate a kiss on the cheek. She then stayed by her side, genuinely beaming.

“So, how’ve you been?”

Neo considered, and then signed back.

‘Fine, you?’

“It’s been a little chaotic after the breach and all, but I’m still good!” Tate told her, and though she may have imagined it, she thought she saw a little hint of guilt in her eyes. It must’ve been nothing, though, and Tate decided to ignore it.

They spent the next hour or so sitting down under the tree, Tate talking and Neo signing back. It was a beautiful day- light was shining through the leaves of the forest, angled as the sun started to lower on the horizon, sprinkling their faces with patches of soft, yellow glow. Tate enjoyed Neo’s sarcastic, dry humor, while Neo took deep interest in Tate’s escapades at Beacon. Neo explained that she’d been home-schooled, and never really had that sort of experience, so Tate made sure to describe a lot of it in more detail than she usually would. All in all, when Tate checked her watch, she was very glad she still had an hour left with Neo.

But then, Neo nudged her, one of her brown eyes turning pink. Tate looked around and saw nothing, but she did feel goosebumps rising on her skin, the distinct feeling that she was being watched.

“Grimm?” Tate asked, and Neo nodded.

Tate drew the stave from her back, loading up one part of the weapon with dust, and shoving her glasses into her vest pocket. Neo, not phased in the slightest, stood with her parasol still open. For a second, they waited, and then both jumped back as a Beowolf jumped out and slashed at them, red eyes staring at them hungrily.

Neo flipped elegantly to one side while Tate rolled to the other, both flanking it. Tate ran and jumped at the beast, spinning herself in mid-air, slicing off one of it’s arms. Neo took advantage of the Beowolf’s distraction and unsheathed a blade from her parasol, flew high into the air, grabbing it’s head and throwing herself around it’s body, like an acrobat. She finally swung around to it’s front and stabbed it in the chest. She launched herself off the monster and landed with a bow, quickly sheathing her blade again.

“Where’s the rest of the pack?” Tate asked, but Neo only shook her head and grabbed her hand. Tate looked at her confusedly, but soon found herself falling back in a flash of blue.

She landed in another part of Forever Fall. She fell on her back, her stave at her side, blinking rapidly in the fading sunlight. She quickly sat up, checked on her glasses and then shoved them back on. Neo offered her a hand and pulled her back onto her feet.

“What did-? How-?”

Neo’s eyes had turned back to their usual brown, and she was hurriedly pointing at Tate and then to the forest. Tate stood confused for a second, but then Neo disappeared into her blue portal

Tate didn’t know what else to do; so she ran

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Happy Valentines day loyalunseensilence! I had sooo much fun thinking up how to draw Vanamo but I finally decided on him snuggled up with Cardin under a Swiss cheese inspired blanket. :) Hope your day has been going super :D