#starter002

[wildeandfreekady]

I’m gracing each of you with my presence this evening with a PSA. Submissives, get out your notebooks and fall in line, it’s time to take a few notes. I’ve seen quite a few disturbing and unsettling things occurring repetitively here, and I don’t think it’s any secret that holding my tongue has never been my forte. Or, anything I’d ever do for any reason, really. At this time I’m be announcing my full and public support for Eleanor Flanagan, and the moves she’s making to better this absolute dumpster fire some of you call a school. It seems to me that more than a few of you should head straight back to the Introductory classrooms, given some of the trash I’m seeing spewed repetitively. Have your opinions- it’s not as though they mean anything at the end of the day. But, disrespect for the most noble of causes simply won’t do, nor will feeble and half-baked attempts to “school” anyone on a subject nearly none of you are versed enough in to comment on. At least, from the look of things. Do better, be better. 🤷‍♀️

[inkeriernouf-blog]

“The forge is closed.” The bastard growled at the intruder, eyes glancing backwards with a hardened scowl from her place beside the fire. The scowl only lasted a moment, then melted into an almost vacant expression and moved back down to her slender axe in her hands. The embers cast her completion in an orange glow, and if one beheld her in proper sunshine, they would see the dark circles beneath her eyes and the stark gauntness of her cheeks. In the week and a half that had past since the discovery of her brother, Inkeri couldn’t remember the last time she had left the now abandoned forge for more than an hour. Days had bled into nights, and meals had been the last thing on her mind. With the giants at the boarder, no one had seemed to notice her isolation. A half-finished sword laid eerily on an anvil to her right, yet another reminder of all the things her brother had had left to do in the world. How many more smiles he’d had to share, and gods above, how many more things he had to create. The forge seemed frozen in time, just as Rohan’s body had been.

“How many times do I need to say the forge is closed? Gods.” 

[rohanernouf-blog]

“Alright, men! Lift!” Rohan’s voice was loud enough to carry through the village of canvas tents. Both Alrekstad and Nysno warriors alike grunted as another tree trunk —all of its branches had no doubt been blessed by Runa and Sibba or another seidr to be sold at the market— was hauled onto the pile. The unlit bonfires cast shadows in the bright morning sky, the careful structures dotting the border like the spine of a dragon. Once lit, they’d be marvelous— bright and brilliant, full of warmth and rebirth. Just what the Realm needed after a year of fear. Last years celebration had been practically mournful. Women and children still wept for the warriors lost in battle, and the entire village was still liking their wounds. There had been a single bonfire that night, barley enough to flood the village with its glow. But this year…Gods, this year was going to be different. It had to be.

There was finally peace between Midgard’s most vengeful enemies…and his tiny sister was the cause. Who would have though the wild girl would one day agree to be tamed? Rohan shouted again, his bare arms straining as his skin practically baked in the sun. It was strange— he was a lover of winter, yet he felt whole in the sunshine. Then again, she was sunshine…she was light. But his sunshine would have to wait, and the work of Beltane was the distraction he needed. With a final huff, he and his crew cheered as the last log was put in place…the last log of that bonfire, anyways. There was still work to be done. A festival to create.

 "Alright, men.“ Rohan huffed again, chucking. “Take your break, down some ale! We’re back to it in an hours time.” The second born turned, blinking as he saw the person standing several feet away. “Oh— I didn’t see you there. Enjoying the view? Quite a lot of work, but I know damn well it’s worth it.”

[ryuuguu-rena]

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    ❧ } “Hau~ Kaii yo Omochikaeri~ I'm TAKING YOU HOME!!" And with that the little girl was glomped and nuzzled by a 17 years old girl who happened to just do that without any warning. "So adorable!" She kept squealing loudly as she pressed her body onto the smaller’s. Squeezing her as if she’s a plushy.

[offairydust-blog]

Oh -- no, shit. Uh, mind helping me out by grabbing that suitcase there?

[wolfsbaneandwerewolves-blog]

Yes, it's early, and yes, there's alcohol in this. You know what they say: 'tis the season to put booze in everything.

[dudebaker-blog]

Considering how many times we've all been dragged up here, you'd think the creepy beginning-of-a-cheap-horror-movie vibe would begin to go away.

[ritamskeeter]

Rita sat on the damp grass down at the Quidditch pitch.  A breeze blew through her hair and kisses her closed eyelids.  It was far too late to be caught out here, but she had decided to take the risk.  

She had only been out there for fifteen, twenty minutes before her stomach clenched.  She could hear footsteps on the grass behind her.  Fearing that a professor had caught her after curfew she scrambled to make an excuse.  "I just needed some fresh air--"