the good lord speaks like a roaring thunder

Zelda "Rho" Rhodes. 26. Florist. Descendant of the Bell Witch. part of Sumner Sanctum RPG

[sloan-steinar]

Help Me, Help You; Rho & Sloan

[sloan-steinar]

Define ride. Sloan cackled as she read the text and set to typing up her own reply. There had been a moment where she wondered if there was even going to be a reply, then Rho delivered in her traditional sarcastic manner. It was something that Sloan appreciated about the girl. The friendship came easy and the sex was amazing. It wasn’t often that the two came together in a single person; it was generally one or the other. It was nice to have someone that she enjoyed fucking and enjoyed talking to. So much so that she often did the latter without the former.

[TEXT]: Well. I suppose that depends on what is available today. [TEXT]: Your beautiful body or your beautiful truck? [TEXT]: Both if I’m lucky and I’m not going to lie, I feel today may be my lucky day.

If there was anything that the gargoyle felt lacking lately, it was certainly luck. Or at least luck of the good variety. The bad had been present in spades and Sloan was set on changing that. Somehow, someway.

[TEXT]: Come to my place whenever.

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Though Zelda was groaning again at the gargoyle’s text, this one was slightly more light hearted. Sloan seemed to be always the opportunist. And though Rho was not interested in sex at the moment, she still appreciated being wanted.

[sms] Precious is available. 

“Jo, I’ll be back later tonight,” she called through the big house. “Don’t count on me for dinner!” She shed the blankets covering her body and cleared the dirty plate sitting beside her. The plate of bitterballen had long since been consumed and licked clean by the family dog, but Jo generally disliked seeing plates left out, and Rho was not about to push her Aunt’s hospitality in any way. 

The drive to Sloan’s place wasn’t long, but it was longer than usual. The Rhodes “compound” was further south than the Castle on the Cliff, and it gave Rho more time to think about how very much she did not want to be out and about. When she reached the suburban home, she half considered honking the horn and letting Sloan come out instead of going in. Southern manners fully intact, though, the witch managed to pull herself from the car and walk to the front door of the home. She’d long since forgone knocking, and was shouting for her friend the moment the door was open. 

“I’m here, what do you need the car for?”

[zeldarhodes-blog]

inadequacy; sloan and zelda

Precious roared to life, coaxed from her constant state of near death by her only mildly panicked owner. Rho was not happy with the recent developments in the town. The apparent loss of any abilities in the townspeople threw her family into a frenzy. With the ever-present repression of magic in her childhood, Rho was nonplussed. However, she knew that this blasé feeling she held towards the situation would quickly devolve if she had to hear one more cousin complain about it. So, with old truck finally awake and warm, Rho headed to the one location she knew she could find relaxation in this chaos. Her fingers deftly dialed the number as Rho slipped earbuds into place – she was not about to get a ticket for talking on the phone and driving – and the (former) witch waited patiently for a favorite voice to answer the call. The voice she was met with, however, was unrecognized and raspy to an annoying degree. “Hello?”

“Is… Is Sloan there?” A frown set between her brows. 

“She’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.” 

Zelda could hear the smirk in the other girl’s voice and rolled her eyes. “Well, uh, tell her Rho’s on her way over.” As she said this, Precious was rolling up the alley to Sloan’s home where a car she did not recognize was parked in the back. Her frown deepened as she parked and walked to the backdoor of the home, not bothering to knock and letting herself in.

“Sloan, are ya here?”

// @sloan-steinar

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley, from ‘Frankenstein’  (via soracities)

[perl-less]

Perk Up || Perl & Open

[perl-less]

[TXT] Fuck

[TXT] 😐

[TXT] I cannot believe this. I don’t know whether to be mad at you for baiting and switching me like this so hard I fell for it for like one sec 😣 . Or be totes impressed by your balls 🍒 and taste in “tasteful nudes” because holy fucking hell. Hold up 👆 I’m sending that to someone.

[TXT] Okay I settled on like begrudging respect. 😖 Sooooo, respect.  👍

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[sms] I have a couple strange photos like that on reserve. You know, for tinder fuckboys. I hope the person you sent it to appreciates it.

[sms] I think the respect is well earned. That was a pretty kick ass response. 

[perl-less]

Perk Up || Perl & Open

[TXT] I’m sad and everything’s awful 😰 😢 😭 and need cheering up 😟

[TXT] send me nudes plllzzzzz  😊

[zeldarhodes-blog]

[sms] Only because you said please and used so many emojis.

[mms] You get a tasteful nude.

[ashleyjowilson]

[sloan-steinar]

Help Me, Help You; Rho & Sloan

Sloan rolled over in bed exuding a deep sigh, built out of frustration; it was early in the morning, too early for a Saturday. And here she was, unable to find sleep and unwilling to overindulge on her now limited drug supply to help herself find rest. The knowledge of how very limited that supply was what kept her awake. Her business, along with many others’, was suffering at the hands of Ned’s tyranny.

There was no fixing her problem today, and probably not tomorrow either. But, at the very least, Sloan could lend a hand to others. Like Rho and her demolished flower shop.

[TEXT]: Yo. Rhody. I need a ride, you free today?

@zeldarhodes

[zeldarhodes-blog]

Zelda had been moping for days. After boarding up the windows and scrubbing the blood from the sidewalk in front of her shop, she had gone to Aunt Jo’s house and laid on the floor in front of the brick fireplace. She hadn’t moved in what felt like days. Not even when her young wolf cousin Marcos came and sat on her for nearly an hour, threatening to bite her if she didn’t get up. Jo had been kind enough to tell the boy to, “Lay off your cousin” and “Go clean the gutters if you want something to do.” After that, the cousins had mostly left Rho alone. Jo had given her niece a blanket and a pillow, and occasionally left some food out, but the southern witch was allowed to grieve on her own. 

Until she received that text from Sloan. Rho had actually groaned aloud when the girl’s name flashed across her screen, the first sound she’d made in days. Sloan wouldn’t let her mope. Though they hadn’t known each other for long, Zelda knew that much for sure. She also probably wouldn’t let the text go unnoticed. If Rho didn’t answer this one, there might be many others to follow. 

[sms]: Define ride.

Then, rolling her eyes at herself and her sarcastic response, sent another message. 

[sms]: Yeah, I’m free. What do you need?

[zeldarhodes-blog]

          The Rhodes Family History in Sumner

1899 — Witches Annette and Phillip Abdelrahman flee Cote d’Ivoire for the United States and take on the surname Rhodes, the name of the ship they traveled on across the Atlantic Ocean.

1900 — Annette and Phillip arrive in Sumner, Maine, and open a construction company, with Annette designing homes (under Phillip’s name) and Phillip building them.

1903 — Annette dies in childbirth, giving birth to Azlan Rhodes.

1919 — Azlan joins his father at Rhodes Construction as an architect like his mother, and marries a werewolf named Cordelia.

1920 — Azlan and Cordelia learn that they cannot conceive due to their incompatible species.

1922 — Azlan and Cordelia take in a young witch named Skylar Amir, after the rest Amir family dies in a house fire.

1923 — Following their official adoption of Skylar, Azlan and Cordelia take in three more witches (Eric, Lili’uolani, and Peter), two werewolves (Wendy and Rajah), and a gargoyle (Ella).

1944 — Phillip dies of old age. Peter Rhodes marries a fellow witch Jane Hawkins, and Jane gives birth to twins James and John, but the two continue on the Rhodes tradition of taking in wayward supernatural creatures without families of their own in Sumner.

1945 — Rajah and Lili’oulani marry and move to Hawai’i. Eric marries a human named Darla Fisherman. Wendy takes over Rhodes Construction for Azlan and Cordelia.

1949 — Darla gives birth to to Adam von Drake. Ella moves to Chicago with her girlfriend, Jasmine.

1975 — Azlan Rhodes dies of a heart attack. Cordelia dies three months later of heart ache.

1989 — Skylar dies of a stroke.

1993 — Peter and Jane Rhodes die, after having taken in a total of 23 homeless creatures over their lifetimes, many of whom still live in the large Rhodes home.

                    Rhodes Personal Biographies to Come

[mermaidyke]

witches around the globe → southern usa the witches of southern usa are hungry creatures: they horrify and indulge the monstrous. dark and desolate, these witches live in abandoned decaying mansions, whisper their secrets to the dead and eating the living. 

[jyrda-nysse-blog]

Familiar Embraces; Rho + Jyrda

[jyrda-nysse-blog]

“Four minutes works perfectly,” the siren states as she lets her green eyes card over the other woman’s features as each article of clothing is removed. A powerful body that Jyrda feels would be well suited to a life as a shield maiden had Rho been born to another lifetime. No wonder she had found such appeal in the witch since they first met.

A bit of lighthearted camaraderie seems necessary during this time when Sumner is plagued with so much negativity. The brunette drags her own dress over her head, leaving herself entirely bare beneath. She immediately strides into the shallows and turns to Rho with a grin. “Keep up.”

Then she dives into the ocean, a flash of violet-green scales as her tail flashes before sinking below the surface. The place she wants to take Rho to will take less than four minutes to get to, so long as her witch partner can match Jyrda’s pace. With a body like hers, the siren is certain the woman is up for the challenge.

[zeldarhodes-blog]

Rho laughs once again, this time when met with a challenge from the other woman. She takes three steps back to get a better head start, then runs and dives off the edge, using the rock she had formerly been sitting on as a sort of springboard. 

The moment her skin hits the water, she regrets her actions. She wants to turn around and swim to the surface, but Jyrda has presented her with a challenge. And Zelda Marie Rhodes is not one to back down from a challenge presented by a beautiful woman. Though swimming is not her strongest skill, the many leg days she has put herself through makes keeping up easier and the southern witch is able to follow her now brilliantly green-tailed friend deeper and deeper. 

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[jyrda-nysse-blog]

Familiar Embraces; Rho + Jyrda

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The other woman’s southern twang, a rare sound in the northern area, always makes Jyrda happy to hear. She doesn’t know why but it has a certain comfort to it that northern accents seem to lack. It’s hard for her not to just listen to whatever Rho wishes to say, even if she has no idea where Tennessee is located. The interior of most countries remain unknowns to the siren.

“Manmade?” The viking makes a face, her visage scrunching up at the thought of a body of water designed entirely by mortals. To what end? Simply to allow creatures to fester and die in it? “I feel for the creatures who ultimately died in there. The ocean certainly is nothing like that, though not always kind if taken for granted. Still beautiful and not at all man-made.”

Jyrda’s own gaze follows Rho’s out to the ocean for a few moments as they speak and when she looks back at her, she can’t help the smirk on her lips. The disgust clearly evaporated. “Are you able to hold your breath long enough to follow me to a spot I think you’d be rather fond of? It’s private but perfect if you want to appreciate the sea and all it’s capable of.”

She can only hope that the patrol of Nartley’s deputies doesn’t follow after them. It would quite literally ruin everything.

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A peal of laughter is pulled from Rho as she notices the face her companion is making. That is almost the exact reaction she expected to see from a siren learning of man-made waters. While it was a gross phenomenon, the lakes were nice, and she enjoyed the days spent camping with her family. “I imagine the ocean is a fickle mistress. She’s generally not treated as well as she should be.”

Her eyebrows lift in surprise and excitement as Jyrda offers an interesting excursion, and Rho is quick to reply, “I’d love t’ see that. I can hold my breath for about four minutes before I pass out.” She chuckles weakly and stands. “After that, ya might have t’ drag me t’ shore and perform CPR. Or find a human who can do it for ya.” Rho removes her black Zeppelin t-shirt and rolls it into a tube before tucking it into a boot, then repeats the process with her jeans. While it has been gradually warming in Sumner, she is still not used to the cool temperatures of the night, and her body reacts the form of goose-bumps and gentle shivers as she acclimates to the feeling of cool air against her skin.

“We’d better go before I lose my nerve and retreat t’ the warmth a my home.” She laughs, a bit awkwardly, and wraps her arms around her stomach, trying to contain what little heat is in her system.

[jyrda-nysse-blog]

Familiar Embraces; Rho + Jyrda

Bare feet, simple pale green dress, and damp curls sticking to her shoulders, Jyrda lets out a sigh as she walks along the beach. The limitations of Nartley’s reign and his boys patrolling makes the siren ache for open waters now more than ever. When she first arrived in Sumner, the change in people and the colours of land life drew her in and until now, she thought she wouldn’t grow tired of it.

Her connections with the people of town have grown but in some ways they still lack greatly.

Jyrda looks up from her feet to scan the horizon and spots a familiar figure seated on an outcropping of rocks near the water’s edge. A small smile tugs at her lips as she increases her pace and calls out to the young woman as she nears.

“Rho. Has the ocean enchanted you?”

@zeldarhodes

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“Always,” the witch replies, looking towards the woman rapidly approaching her. Muddied cowboy boots are seated on the ground beside her, and Rho has her feet dangling into the water. She has finally gotten around to cleaning the blood from in front of her shop, and her limbs are exhausted from scrubbing. The water lapping at her toes feels like heaven. 

“Have I told you about the water back in Tennessee?” she asks, a clear note of nostalgia in her voice. “We have two manmade lakes where I’m from. I went campin’ a lot at a ground called the Land Between the lakes.” She glances at Jyrda and smiles. “We’re not a very creative people.” As soon as the words leave her lips, Rho’s eyes are back on the water. “At night, the water brings up a mess a dead things that stick t’ the shores. There’s no place for it t’ all drain to.” Rho kicks a pointed toe, splashing water towards the viking. She debates pulling off her shirt and jeans and jumping into the freezing water, but doesn’t want to leave Jyrda alone on the beach. “Nothin’ like this.”

[zeldarhodes-blog]

fire play

Send in kinks you think my character has.

I’ve never really thought about it, but I suppose I’d be open to it. We might run in to some issues later on, but I’d be down to try it once.

[zeldarhodes-blog]

slave & master

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Not a snowball’s chance in hell.

[zeldarhodes-blog]

piercing kink

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I like piercings on other people, yeah. But I already have a tattoo, and I think I’m fine staying away from needles for the rest of my life.

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[justanotherrpmeme]

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