#Oscar you godly man

[my141bois]

I should be asleep

but instead my eyes

are open, staring up

as my hand creeps

down to my waistline

The touch I seek

The touch I desire

it’s burning me up

My pace increases

My whimpers turn to cries

As I lie

panting, tears in my eyes

A smile on my face

As I chant your name

Imagining it’s your hand

Not mine

[dublinskeetz]

i’d love for you to write something about elijah hewson!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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hiii ofc!! so since i did a smau x written fic for bobby i decided to do a full smau, hope thats ok with u! also i added some f1 babies in here cs why not JAJA. and by all means lovies, send more reqs!!! ♡

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱

𝘧𝘤 - 𝘵𝘣𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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[moon-swag-tourney]

Propaganda below!

Moon Knight

Moon Knight is an underrated character who's been around since the mid-70's, but has only recently gotten the more attention he deserves since the Disney+ adaptation. However, I am a firm comics supremacy believer and can attest he is even cooler in the comics. The current run (Moon Knight 2021) is the best he's been written in quite some time for example, as it's friendly to veteran fans and new fans alike!

Moon Knight is not your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man; he will fuck you up if you deserve it, and benefits from the fact that many villains are terrified of him.

Moon Knight is canonically Jewish, and though he is non-practising, it plays a major part in his story and identity.

It's also worth noting that Moon Knight has DID, with three identities: Marc Spector (host), Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley.

He's such an interesting and compelling character. The comics have spawned countless hilarious memes (I know you're here Dracula you big nerd wheres my money; random bullshit go; etc). The show was amazing, and Oscar Isaac acted his ass off

They are so cool; they're both canonically Jewish and have DID

One of the most unique superheroes out there due to being plural. Really cool, too.

I love him, your honor. I'd like to say more but the truth is I only watched the show and I will leave the propaganda to comics fans.

The Collector

Canon enby swag!!! (He canonically uses he/they!!!)

Also he's just a little guy. Just a little boy. Too pure for this world. They're just a little guy who just wants to make friends and have fun. They've been subjected to far too much trauma and they're like, seven or something, they deserve something nice, they deserve to win the tourney, cmon guys just look at him he's so silly and pure

They are from an unknown species from outer space and described as a “child from the stars.” Their design is based on the duality of sun and moon, although it feels most similar to the moon. It looks as if each member of his species is based on a celestial things like planets and the sun.

His magic is celestial-based, often looking like stars. His first and second appearances literally show the (quarter and crescent respectively) moon as his face. There’s an entire post about Russian celestial (including the moon) symbolism about them but I can’t find it 😭

Silly little war crime child. Has godly powers, been raised by Murder Siblings and then put in solitary for like thousands of years but is surprisingly sane. 

[st-whalefall]

Ok actually-

Let’s get into it. Lost Fable Primetime is back on

What does Ozma take away from his experience being resurrected-murdered-resurrected again-murdered again by the Brothers Grimm?

Because this is a huge foundation of my read on Ozma as a character

What he comes away from that experience knowing is Fear

Fear of the gods of light and darkness, fear of their total control of life and death and fear of their indifference for the existential horror of being ragdolled between them in a godly squabble.

Fear of being in their hands. Again.

Fear of helplessness and inevitability, which he projects onto the Brothers Grimm.

This is only further cemented by what the gods do in reaction to human rebellion. Which is the total obliteration of the species.

Now, here is where I think a few folks are likely to disagree with me, but I think the lost fable doesn’t just put things into perspective for Oz by making him relive the whole terrible thing.

But actually, Ozma sees a few key events for the first time with his own eyes. Events that he’d only been told before and had to speculate on previously. (Events still skewed by his own perception of them)

Case in point, the events that played out after his first death, and then the subsequent aforementioned holy reconstitutions-incinerations.

The rise and fallout of Salem’s rebellion.

Oz is aware of the sequence of events, but the parts he was there for (resurrected-murdered-resurrected again-murdered again) he was understandably disoriented, afraid, and confused.

“Where am I? What is This?! WHERE AM I!?”

(It must have been like coming up for air after being under water, gasping for breath, opening your eyes for a second, and someone grabbing your hair and pushing you back under. Drowning.)

(That’s what the god of darkness and the god of light did to Ozma when they had their little feud over life and death after Salem’s prayer. Playing with Ozma’s soul like a tennis ball hit back and forth.)

Ozma wasn’t there for everything after that.

I don’t think Ozma doubted what Salem told him about the actions of the gods (he fully fucking believed her when she told him that they killed all the people of the world; the why is what’s murky for him) but seeing it?

Seeing the moonfall…

Is it any wonder that he runs from it all and locks himself away inside Oscar’s head after?

My man does not think they’re gonna make it. Ozma believes that the return of the gods is inevitable and the only way the people of Remnant survive is complete and total obedience to the gods and their fickle whims.

And Ozma knows that’s impossible.

[defectivehero]

SOSOSOSSOSOSOSO I WAS THAT HANNIBAL ANON AND YES TJE SHOW OMG OGM OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOGMGOGMGOGMGOMGOMGOGMOGMGOGMGOGMGOGMGOMGGOMGOGGMGOGMGOGGMGMGMGMGMGMGMG IT IS INDEED GODLY. IM HALFWAY THRU SEASON 2 AND OMG O OMG OMG OMG OMG HANNIBAL LECTER CAN WOMP WOMO ME AND I HOEP HE FINDS ME BLOOD SWEETER THAN OTHER OMG

Can we just take a moment to Appreciate the actor's ACTING?? Yes Mads is a god. But HUGH DANCY????? HUGE DANCY? HOLY GOD. he deserves an Oscar. I LOVE him so much.

The way she acted out the seizures, the panic attacks, THAT MAN IS A GOD. If theres anyone in the entire series that deserves an Oscar (imo) it is Hugh Dancy. And BY GOD. I LOVE WILL SO MUCH. I LOVE HIM TO DEATH AND ILL DESTROY THE WORLD FOR HIM

AND ALANA. ILL DIE FOR HER OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. btw can I just have kids w Hannibal then divorce him then marry alana and live with her forever and ever and ever? Cuz I would.

MWAHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA I'm so so glad you like it!!!!!!! it's really an incredible series. Hugh Dancy is an icon, and he is the moment. now, come on now!!!!!! and hannibal is EVERYTHINGGGGG

[randomstupidchaos]

OC Name Meanings

I was tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin

I have a lot of different stories to pull from here so we're gonna go with mains only and see how many I cover before 8:30... All name meanings will be from Behind The Name.

Nomadverse:

Sonora: Behind the name says the meaning is uncertain, but I'ma be real here, I 100% picked this name as a joke because Nora is the daughter of a Siren and the play on sound was funny to me.

Malcolm: Irish, Disciple of Saint Columba. Definitely just picked this to call him Mal.

Dustin/Dusty: An English surname based on an old Norse surname that meant Thor's stone. The diminutive is literally someone who is dusty.

The Hidden Stairwell:

Megan: Welsh diminutive of Margaret.

Flynn: Anglicized version of an Irish surname which was derived from the given named Flann which means blood red.

Charlotte/Charlie: French diminutive of Charles, which apparently means either 'Man' or 'Army' depending who you ask.

Thea: According to behind the name, it's the short form of many different names, including Dorothea. I did a separate search on this one 'cause I knew it was more than that. Apparently it's Greek, and means Goddess or Godly.

Philomena: Greek, 'to be loved'

Fractured Starlight:

Robin: Diminutive of Robert, meaning bright/fame.

Kipling/Kip/Winter: He goes by many names... Kipling is an English surname from a place name meaning Cyppel's people. Kip apparently just means kipper, haha. Winter is just the season.

Jessamine: English variant of Jasmine, as in the flower.

Iris: Greek, meaning Rainbow. Also the flower.

Oscar: Old Irish or Old English, depending who you ask. Deer friend, or god spear?

Crossing the Storm:

Gemma/Ailith: Gemma is a medieval Italian name meaning gem. Ailith is... complicated? Something something Old English for noble and war.

Colton: English surname meaning Cola's town.

Aiolos: Greek, Quick-moving/nimble.

Hush:

Virginia: Uncertain, but associated with Virgo/the virgin

Levi: Hebrew, possibly 'joined' or 'attached'.

Nathaniel: Hebrew, God has given.

I think I'm gonna stop there 'cause otherwise I'm not going to be done by my cutoff time. Apparently I use a lot of names based on surnames.

Tagging: @daisyneptune @jealous-rage @gigglebug and anyone else who wants to do this.

[bruciemilf]

Facts about Elyas bc I love him and I can’t sleep:

He’s the eldest product of a forbidden love between a titan/elder god and a mortal farmer!!! Bitch has two dads and thinks it’s illegal to be hetero

His father, the farmer, whose name is Reiji, was the one bitch who straight up refused to give up his crops as offerings to the elder gods bc “ we are literally poor, get a fucking grip” and that made the titan fall for him hard

Basically. Reiji was like “it’d be so cool to have a child haha” and the titan was like “give me a week what color”

Elyas is forged after Jae Li (titan daddy) defeats the last dragon in Edenia. He took her heart, — of course, it was a she; lots of magnificent disasters were shes,— and carved a baby boy from it.

Sad to announce Reiji dies after being assassinated by Jae Li’s ex fling :/ Prior to Reiji’s murder, Jae made two other children, and, heartbroken by his best friends murder, he freezes himself in stone

Basically he dipped and left Elyas to raise his younger siblings; the wrath of the eldest sister is strong in this one, boys

After Jae Li loses his godly status for trying to Cheat The Canon tm, Elyas takes up blacksmithing. I find the idea of Edenia, kingdom so rich in nature, whose centrepiece of survival seems to BE fauna and it’s benefits, ignoring a whole ass section of farmers who starve everyday bc of unfair taxes and general elitism Sindel wasn’t privy to knowing really interesting

Elyas said “fuck the emperor. Not you, sindel. You’re an angel and I’m thrilled to have you here”

Elyas is such a cunt I love him sm

IF BI HAN HAS A MILLION HATERS HES ONE OF THEM IF BI HAN HAS ONE HATER ITS HIM. this man just inspires repulsion to our dragon boy. Not only bc he’s dating his sister, but also? Fuck winter

He fucks off in vulcano to become a blacksmith and stayed there. King

He makes the weapons for everyone bc Oscar Isaac sweaty and flexing his arms

Lowkey he and Kitana are fucking on the downlow

Gives Johnny and Raiden the bisexual heebie jeebies

If this man sees you wearing jewellery he WILL snatch you up and take it from you. Pretty things yes

He CAN turn into a dragon, yeah. He just refuses to, during fights, because he wants to make god regret him with his own hands

Fucking hates sake

I think Oscar Isaac should claim one more franchise and become a MK character under my authority

[mrmcribs]

Ok, gender, here's some here's some oc emoji asks

🔥, 💥, 💧, 💔, 🙈, 🙉 Cassi for uhm no apparent reason haha

🌌, 📎, 🍀Serpa

🕷️, 😭 Athens

got it, only PEPN member I’m not married to

CASSI

🔥 Self destructive habits? - Cassi, a lot of the time, can seem like and usually is a bitch that doesn’t really care about your average person, and while they shrug it off 99% of the time, the fact that they know their very hatable kinda nibbles on the vibe, y’know?

But besides that, she doesn’t really do anything to negatively affect herself. Despite doing a few bad things here and there, the worst habit she constantly has is eating fine China and having grudges against nearly all other beings of her strength for one reason or another

💥 Emotions they have trouble with? - Cassi doesn’t really have much trouble with her emotions, BUT she does have trouble with her feelings with Adm. Fanto, with it being kinda awkward that she’s a godly being that is dating a short little jellyfish man. But besides that, she’s usually able to deal with her feelings one way or another, either problem dumping on Fanto or just ignoring them until they go away

💧Random angst headcanon - I have no idea what to put here, like, Cassi doesn’t really have anything ANGSTY to write about. I guess she like. Kinda beloved Fanto would leave her but like. That’s it

💔 what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart? - Cassi would be ruined if their partner just…. started ignoring them. She can be okay with them living their own life and stuff, but after a while of them refusing doing stuff with her, she’ll start getting a bit upset about it. After being ignored for a while, they’d go back to their normal self, but behind the scenes, they’re still pining and searching for their partners attention.

🙈 What side of themselves do they not show to other people? - Cassi doesn’t show it often at all, but she occasionally goes to worlds in tragedy and going through apocalyptic events, and watches and laughs while an entire universe of innocent individuals are snuffed out, like a single pixel going black on an infinity large screen. (Flashback to the “She deserves an Oscar for that” joke, I think that’s the only time she’s ever shown herself engaging in that pastime in front of others)

🙉 what is the worse thing they could hear from someone? - “your mom” I have no clue, lmao, yeah, uhhh, just something mean and she’ll either overreact or just laugh at you

The one that smokes (Serpa)

🌌 Character Inspiration - I already knew I wanted a character with the main focus being a big ‘ol eye, and I came up with the idea of it being hidden behind a TV screen, similar to a Mimic. Originally, Serpa was gonna be more mechanical and medical based, but I just so happened to be playing RoR2 at the time of Serpa’s creation, which has a character that is a plant and robot in a symbiotic relationship. I though, “hey, plant tech character”, and soon enough, the basis for what would become Serpa began

📎 Random Fact - originally, Serpa was gonna go by She/Her pronouns, before I realized “it’s a eye covered in vines inside a TV screen, why does it need a gender?”, and then I They/Them’d them

🍀 Do they believe in luck? Are they lucky? - They don’t believe in luck, and I’m willing to bet their luck is pretty 50/50

The one the lights what Serpa smokes (Athens)

🕷 Biggest Fears - Athen sorta fears isolation, not from other organisms, but just in general. being tied to their spine-blade has caused there to be moments in time where they’re just left in the ground or hidden away somewhere where they can be stuck and sentient for extended amounts of time, and it isn’t a very good time for him

😭 What makes them cry - Ignoring the fact their head is made of flames, so they can’t physically cry, nothing physical can do the trick. Every time this bitch takes over a new body, he has to experience its nervous system fry and boil from his own heat causing his blood to become super fucking hot, literally charing his brand new body charcoal black, making him slightly brittle, and leaving all his new pain receptors already burnt to the point they no longer function. Athens gains a little bit of the identity of the every person he’s ever taken over, basically making him slightly change for every body they take, so if he were to take over the body of someone who was horribly depressed or traumatized, it could possibly force him to “cry” because of the new bits of personality he’s obtained. Besides that, good fucking luck making him naturally tear up, you’ll need it.

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Y’know, I’ve recently realized if anyone were to look at this blog, they’d only be able to figure out how Cassi looks, because Cassi is the only one I’ve posted an image of, and it’s on fucking Fanto’s tumblr

I think that’s kinda funny

[maskyartist]

imma offer y’all a quick lil God AU for funsies. had the idea been done to death? yes. do i care? no.

- Ozpin is the God of Life. After a human woman managed to get in close with him only to steal...somethin, probably water from the fountain of youth, to gain immortality, he decided it would be safer for both others and himself if he were sealed away from the world. (or however Salem could be involved in this idk all that’s important is that Ozpin is sealed away)

- Ozpin’s only other connection to the outside with the other gods and such is through his messenger angel, Oscar! No one really believes him when he claims to be a messenger of the God of Life, seeing as Ozpin has never been seen in many many eons, but he’s persistent! He is the only person who knows how to get in and out of Ozpin’s domain, and is the only one freely aloud in and out at his will.

- Enter in everyone’s favorite man, Qrow Branwen, current student under the previous God of Death, Maria, to learn how to be a proper Grim Reaper. Qrow got the short end of his title as God of Death, where now everything he touches that is alive dies in his hands. He had a tendency to avoid people and even other gods just out of fear for their safety around him. He’s nothing but bad luck.

Still, that luck of his always brings him to strange places, and he ends up finding a small door hidden away within the godly realm. Curiously, he pokes his head in and it is a gorgeous place. Lush grass, trees, winding pathways, white flowers, it’s a beautiful forest and Qrow can’t find it in himself to fret when he takes a step and a small patch of grass under his foot turns brown and dead. It’s like the whole place had a way to calm him.

He explores, heading further in, curiosity being the only thing really fueling him, until he comes across...another person.

Pale skin, long white hair tied off, golden eyes scanning the pages of a book...he looks so calm, so peaceful, it’s almost unfair. When he does notice Qrow, he blinks slowly, like he doesn’t believe what he’s seeing.

“Goodness...this is strange...” He says, making Qrow frown. “Strange how?” The man stands and dusts off his robes, offering Qrow a kind smile and an amused chuckle. “Well, nobody should be able to enter my domain without my permission. But, I suppose it’s just fine. We can get this sorted out.”

He offers a hand. “My name is Ozpin. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. And...who may you be?

Qrow’s luck is terrible. That is how he found the God of Life after him being sealed away for years and years with no sign of survival.

edit: meant to add this before but im sick so!

After being guided out from Ozpin’s little domain by the god himself, and is bidding his goodbyes, Ozpin stops Qrow for a moment and carefully pins a little symbol onto his robes. The same simple gear that adorns Oscar’s tunic. “There.” He says with a smile as he admires his work. “With this, you’ll be able to come and go as you please.” Before Qrow can ask, Ozpin simply brushes a piece of his bangs back. “I appreciated your company today, Qrow. I would be honored if you entered my domain again. Perhaps we could have tea next time.” He chuckles. “As long as I am more properly equipped to have guests.”

And that is how the God of Death made friends with the God of Life. By complete accident. What are the chances?

[good-rwbyaus]

Like an Oz :: - mod lilac 

A little break from serious writing with some crack starring sassy Oscar and some Salem..  

You probably can’t appreciate this piece without knowing the source material. >_>;; Source Material: Like a Boss, tw; gun in mouth, never actually used. Also note that the source material is not safe for work. A lot of inappropriate jokes, though nothing visually explicit, much like most of Lonely Island’s works. - lilac

Salem: -grinning.- Mr. Pine. Thank you for delivering this Relic to me.

Oscar: Uhh, no problem?

Salem: So what’s it like having my useless husband inside your head?

Oscar: Like….like I’m Ozma.

Salem: Really now? Why don’t you tell me a little bit about how you’re Ozma?

Oscar: -dons Ozpin glasses- Well the first thing I did was…

Oscar: 

Climb a tower (like an Oz) Save the damsel (like an Oz) Died from sickness (like an Oz) Get brought back to life (like an Oz) Godly tug o’war (like an Oz) Return to dark (like an Oz) Deal with god (like an Oz) Gods are douchebags (like an Oz) Return to life (like an Oz) Find the crazy chick (like an Oz) Have some children (like an Oz) Megalomania (like an Oz) Hide the kids (like an Oz) Get found out (like an Oz) Epic battle (like an Oz) Die once again (like an Oz) Go reincarnate (like an Oz) Sobbing grossly (like an Oz) All year bender (like an Oz) Puke on Salem’s Grimm. (like an Oz) Die agaaaain. (like an Oz) Don’t come back. (like an Oz)

[ Cue to Ozma Reincarnation #122: Oh fuck man. I can’t fucking do it. Shit. ]

Oscar:

Live again. (like an Oz) Stomp on Salem’s plans (like an Oz) Create some Maidens (like an Oz) Endless cycle (like an Oz) Become an Ozpin (like an Oz) Launch some students (like an Oz) Piss off Glynda (like an Oz) Drink hot cocoa (like an Oz) Fight a Maiden (like an Oz) Black out in the Vault (like an Oz) Now a farm boi (like an Oz) Get creeped out (like an Oz) Do some travel (like an Oz) Smack a coward (like an Oz) Kidnapped by talking Grimm (like an Oz) Now likely dead! (like an Oz)

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Salem: Uh...so that’s what you remember then?

Oscar: -still wearing Ozpin’s glasses.- No doubt.

Salem: You get immolated and die?

Oscar: Heelll yeah.

Salem: -eyebrow twitch.- And you said something about a crazy chick?

Oscar: …Nope.

Salem: I’m pretty sure you did.

Oscar: Nah, that ain’t me.

Salem: …Okay, well. This has been eye-opening for me.

Oscar: I’m an Oz.

Salem: Yeah yeah, I got that. You said it about four-hundred times.

Oscar: I’m an Oz.

Salem: Yeah yeah I got it.

Oscar: I’m an Oz.

Salem: ...I’m leaving.

Oscar and Ozpin: -mental high-five.- LIKE AN OZ.

[iliumheightnights]

If teams RWBY and JNPR were demigods... what cabins would they be in?

Oh man, I love this so much. Okay, wig. So these are just who I think they’d be the godly kid of. So if you have something different that’s perfectly good too! ...

Ruby- Athena. 

Weiss- Apollo.

Blake- Hermes.

Yang- Ares.

Juane- Apollo

Nora- Zeus

Pyrrha- Athena

Ren- Hermes

AND just for fun.

Qrow- Dionysus

Oscar- Demeter

[rwby-grimm-guardians]

RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 4: Re-Bonding In Mistral Ch 6 (Part I)

Welcome back to Re-Bonding In Mistral! This is chapter 6, which is the same as  chapter 5, only in the RWY, SQ, and JNPR + O POV. Raven’s POV is also featured.

For those of you wondering, this chapter takes place during Volume 5’s episodes 7-9 and the beginning of episode 11.

Like the last chapter, this is semi-original.

As such, this’ll be long. Also, due to shit going on, this might be a weak addition, so I’m sorry if it’s not that good.

As usual, please give constructive criticism and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still own nothing.

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(In a forest in Mistral...)

“Raven!”

The tribe leader perked up from her thoughts, turning to face Vernal peeking through the curtains. “We have guests… Salem’s...” The young woman said. The Spring Maiden sighed, rubbing her eyes. This was NOT what she was hoping...but now the two had to play their part. “If they ask for a maiden, you know what to do.” The red clad woman said, placing Summer’s cloak on the bed and putting on her helmet. “We planned for this after all.”

Vernal nodded as the tribe leader walked outside, noticing Cinder, Mercury, Emerald, and Watts. She also noticed the bandits surrounding them. “I don't recall inviting so many guests into our home.” Raven started with a smirk. “Either I'm losing my memory…” She then growled, raising her voice in anger, “Or you've all lost your DAMN spines!” Chuckling darkly, Cinder raised her human hand, “Don’t be too upset with them, Raven. They merely recognized the power of a Maiden.”

After a few moments of silence, the tribe leader ordered, “Leave us and pack your things. We’re moving.” The bandits, excluding Vernal, nodded and split up. Raven then looked at Salem’s followers, “I don’t believe we’ve met. Even though I know about your ‘godly’ master.” Mercury went to open his mouth, only to be silenced by the tribe leader as she said, “And I doubt anyone would fear you… Especially given your cowardly stunt at the tournament and Beacon.”

“Why you old fuc-!” The gray clad follower almost shouted, only to shut up again as Cinder’s eye glowed. “Knock. It. Off.” She growled at him. “Or do you WANT to get CHARRED?”

Mercury froze, before backing up, his face pale and in fright. “That’s what I thought. Good child.” Raven said, grinning as she saw the terrified look in the gray haired brat’s eyes. “Now, your names?”

“Cinder Fall.” The Fall Maiden said. “My associate, Arthur Watts and my disciples, Emerald and Mercury.” The tribe leader nodded, “Two children you've tricked into following you, a disgraced Atlesian scientist…” She then looked at Cinder in the eye, “And a Fall Maiden with a surname so appropriate, she probably picked it herself. You certainly seem to have a case of egomania, is that about right?”

“I was also a doctor, to be fair.” Watts said, before nodding. “Though everything else was on point.” Raven hummed with amusement, “You flatter me. Though…I’m sure you’re after the Spring Maiden. Correct?” Cinder nodded with a grin, before the tribe leader looked to Vernal. The young woman nodded, before playing her part. While Raven used her Maiden powers, Vernal choreographed movements, successfully making the four believe that the young woman was the Spring Maiden.

“Now then…” Raven said. “Now that you got your proof, what is it you’re REALLY after?”

As Cinder grinned, Raven knew damn well that whatever these brats were planning in Salem’s will, she’d have to follow along for the time being.

For her family’s sake. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Meanwhile...)

“Okay, so...what else do we need to be filled in on?” Yang asked. Weiss and Willow nodded, with the heiress saying, “We’d like to know too. Even though we talked virtually, there...seems to be something more complex going on.”

The group had gone back to Mistral, planning on warning Haven about Salem’s threat. They were hoping they could, at least, PREVENT further harm and loss of life. However, Summer, Evergreen, Qrow, Willow, and Ember KNEW that was a very heavy gamble...and were prepared for the possible oncoming battle. Ruby, Yang, and Weiss could tell that going to Haven could dictate a LOT of dangerous possibilities...and would have to look to the former STRQ leader, Qrow, and Evergreen for guidance.

Even though it was just vague, Summer had made it clear that she knew of Salem’s capabilities.

Speaking of the former STRQ leader, ever since returning from her night with Raven, she...hadn’t been in the happiest of moods. It was clear that the tallest of the group was trying to force herself to seem happy...or indifferent at the very least.

But every now and then, cracks in her behavior began to show.

No one dared to comment on them, thankfully. Qrow and Evergreen obviously knew the pain she was going through, as did Ember. Yang and Ruby knew as well...and were pretty certain the rest of the group had begun putting the pieces together too.

Though questions about that, if anyone dared had any, could wait. There was a bigger matter to discuss.

At the moment, only Qrow was absent from the room, as he was attempting to notify the academy about their arrival.

Ruby sighed, “It’s...a lot.” “To summarize what’s new, we need to stop Salem, the typical evil witch, from causing more harm.” She said. “Yes, magic exists...or still does. She wants the Maidens for her plan.” Willow nodded, “Sounds simple enough.” “Agreed, but one question. You mean to tell us that that fairytale is real?” Yang asked.

The group nodded, before Summer said, “Look at me, Yang.” Said blonde did so...only to meet her stepmom’s emotionless and tired expression. Yang’s eyes went wide, before sighing, “Mom’s one...isn’t she?” The former STRQ leader nodded, “The Spring one...and not by choice.”

“Cinder’s the Fall Maiden...which she stole.” Pyrrha explained. “Another reason why she attacked Beacon.” Yang clenched her fists, before growling, “That bitch...” Everyone nodded in agreement, with Pyrrha saying, “I feel like it’s my fault. I was given the choice to be the next Maiden…” “But I turned it down…” The red head explained, her expression saddening.

Jaune and Evergreen looked at her, shocked, with the JNPR leader saying, “Pyrrha, we had NO idea that this would happen.” Ruby nodded in agreement, “Even though Mom and I knew of Cinder’s criminal activities, there were too many unknowns…” “Not to mention it was extremely difficult to question or stop her anyway.” Summer added. She then turned to Evergreen, “I’m sure you or someone you know may have some info that could be useful?”

The silver haired man sighed, “Me, no. But I do know someone.” “Would you like to speak up, Ozma?” The former headmaster asked, looking at Oscar. “The kids need answers, even the one you’re currently occupying.” Everyone froze, before turning to the youngest of the group in shock and confusion.

Willow and Ember noticed that Summer remained expressionless…

They assumed that she had known for a bit of time...and figured Qrow knew as well.

Oscar sighed, raising a finger, before flicking his head. “Be kind and introduce yourself…” He said. “Please.” A few moments passed, before a new voice emerged from the boy’s lips, “Greetings…” The new voice did not seem happy about being revealed. Everyone turned to the former headmaster, who said, “This is Ozma. A….former acquaintance of Salem’s.” “Former?” Summer raised an eyebrow. After a few moments, her jaw nearly dropped, “Do NOT fucking tell me…”

Ozma raised Oscar’s hand, using the boy’s face to show his embarrassment and hesitance. “I’m her….ex...or widow, technically.” The immortal said. “That story will have to wait, though. Now, your questions?” “Firstly, how are you even alive…!?” Yang asked. Ozma sighed, tapping Oscar’s forehead, “I’m...cursed, by the God of Light, with immortality. Much like Salem is…”

“So, you got magic too? Like a wizard or mage of some sort?” Ruby asked. Ozma nodded, “Indeed. However, it is dwindling…” “What…?” Evergreen asked. “How…!?” The immortal sighed, “I do not know, currently…” “Maybe because I shared some of it…” He guessed. “I shared a large amount of it with four young women who would eventually become the first Maidens.” Willow tilted her head, “And the Branwen twins? You shared with them too?”

The immortal nodded, “Yes, but only a small fraction. Qrow will tell you that they made their choice, but…” He then trailed off, going silent for a few moments, before saying, “I don’t know if that’s true…” The immortal then looked at Oscar’s arms, before sighing, “This is probably stupid to ask you…” “Will you help me stop Salem from taking more lives? From taking more families?” He asked. “If you don’t, I understand. Really, I do. You...all deserve much better than this life....”

“Why?” Summer asked, drawing attention towards her. “Why are you giving us a choice?” Her tone was frighteningly serious, enhanced further by the glare she gave the immortal. Ozma lowered Oscar’s head, before Evergreen said, “It’s because of Oscar… Isn’t it?” The immortal sighed, “He’s a CHILD…as are all of YOU. I’d be destroying another family...again.”

“Just like I unintentionally did all those millennia ago.” He mumbled. “I...think I might be just as bad as Salem…”

After a few moments of tense silence, Summer looked at Jaune, Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha, before shifting to Weiss, Willow, and Ember, and then finally at her own daughters. Closing her eyes, she forced a sigh, before saying, “Fine. We’ll do it.” “But if you keep more secrets...or if those I love dearly nearly die...I’m calling it quits.” She said. “Clear?”

Ozma nodded Oscar’s head, “Yes, ma’am.” The former STRQ leader then looked at Evergreen, before sighing, “Good. In that case, I’ll let Qrow know.”

With that, she left the room, before Oscar was given back control. After noticing everyone’s shocked expressions, he asked, “Did...something happen?” The group sighed with relief that the youngest of the group was back with them, before Evergreen said, “I’ll...fill you in about it later.” “It’s a bit much…” He explained. The farm boy nodded, noticeably feeling a little awkward.

Weiss, noticeably a little frightened by Summer’s threat, whispered to Yang and Ruby, “What...the fuck was that…?” The red cloaked leader cleared her throat, before rubbing the back of her neck, “Let’s just...say that she’s VERY protective over who and what she cares about...and leave it at that.” “She’ll open up and share the full story when she remembers and feels comfortable.” Yang added. “Besides, I’m sure any person who loves their family that much would do the same…”

Weiss slowly nodded, dropping the topic, since she KNEW Yang was right. More importantly though...after how awkward that conversation was...it would be WISE to avoid that kind of topic in the future.

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Please continue to Part 2 here:

[izaswritings]

Title: saving atlas

Fandom: RWBY

Synopsis: (Post-Volume 7 fic). In the aftermath of the Atlas disaster, Oscar and Oz figure out where they stand. But first: shelter. 

Or: in which Oscar is Upset, Oz is the voice of reason, and Atlas winters prove to be the most immediate foe, incoming invasion non-withstanding. When the weight of the world is bearing on your shoulders, what are you supposed to do?

AO3 Link is here.

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“Stop,” Oscar says.

The air is so cold it burns against his face, every inhale like a knife right to his lungs. The icy breeze saps what little warmth his coat might have given him, and right now even his aura is no help. He’s used it all up—aura and magic and whatever else besides—and now he’s left standing in the snow, with less than nothing. Oscar is cold and tired, and he wasn’t prepared for this, didn’t leave thinking he’d end up here—

He stops the thought in its tracks, mercilessly. He doesn’t want to think about that right now. He just can’t. Already the memory coils in his gut, tight and angry, beating like a hollow ache. It rises up and he has to swallow it down before he does—something. Scream, maybe. Or worse—  cry.

Ironwood is going to leave Mantle to die.

Even just the thought, Oscar thinks, chills him worse than the wind.

“All I want to know,” he says, at last, “is how we save Atlas next.”

He can feel Oz’s hesitation like a lump in his throat. Fear of a different sort, preemptive defeat. That may be—a harder task than we can handle.

“It’s not about handling it!” He means to sound calm; instead, his voice snaps. Oscar closes his eyes, and grits his teeth against a scream. “He’s going to—to—”

Pain flares up his side like a spark, right where the bullet had hit. Oscar presses a hand against the bruise and exhales hard. “Please. I—” The words are bitter, but the feeling behind them is complicated. He is so tired. And Oz has been gone for a long time, when they really could have used him back sooner. But at the same time, Oscar understands. And he is also just so, so grateful, that at least in this moment, he is not out here in the cold alone. “I don’t know what to do.”

…To start, perhaps shelter.

“Oz—”

We are no help to anyone like this. Oz sounds as reluctant as Oscar feels; this mollifies him little. Your aura is broken. You… we need to rest.

“But Salem—!” He can’t finish. Just the name makes his head spin, pounds through his skull with all the gravitas and fear of hundreds of lives. If he heard Ruby’s transmission right, then Salem is planning to come to Atlas. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe now. In the back of his mind, the memories that aren’t his own whisper: Bad things happen when Salem comes calling.

Oz, too, in his head, takes a long moment to answer. …I know. It’s funny, that for all the memories Jinn showed them, there is nothing in Oz’s voice that speaks of once loving this woman. All Oscar can feel from him is dread, and a dull hatred borne from years of endless loss. Every good thing Oz ever tried to do, Salem has always destroyed. But that doesn’t change the facts. You are already freezing. And, I imagine, in a great deal of pain. The bullet didn’t break through your aura, but that doesn’t mean it won’t leave a mark.

He wants to argue it, but fresh pain flares and Oscar can’t. Oz is more right than he probably realizes. He shakes his head. “But…”

Oscar, please. I hate this as much as you do, but if we do not recover, then we will be less than useless. And that will be so much worse.

Oscar breathes in. The air burns. It’s so cold it takes everything he is just to keep from shivering, and Oscar exhales slowly through his teeth. Damn it. Damn it. He’s not going to cry. “…Fine.”

There is a feeling from Oz like relief, wordless and grateful, and Oscar ignores him, rubbing at his arms for warmth and finally taking in his surroundings. Shelter. He needs shelter, and a place to hide, until he can face the cold with aura in place. But his surroundings are cold and gray, barren. A great downward spiral of a pit, with roughshod buildings and unpaved roads. The houses are sparse and decaying, little more than hollow shells. He can’t even see any heating grates.

This is what lies under Atlas? This is the pit beneath the city? It looks… it is… worse off than even Mantle. He’d call it abandoned, except it’s clearly not—just neglected to a degree that makes something in Oscar go small and furious.

The sting of disappointment rises up in his throat, stronger this time, strangling. He’d really thought… they’d been so close! So close to saving Mantle, to choosing trust. But maybe they were never as close to peace as Oscar had hoped. Maybe this was always going to fall apart. He gets the sudden and looming sense that Ironwood never really saw Mantle, or this place, as worth saving at all.

You couldn’t have known. Oz sounds tired. It’s not your fault.

Oscar starts walking. His feet sink in the snow. “You weren’t there.” There’s no accusation in his voice—just fact.

…No. But I—saw what happened. In a way. And it wasn’t your fault, Oscar. You did—everything right. Another pause, longer this time, and Oz concludes, very quiet: You did better than I ever could.

Oscar hesitates mid-step, staring at the ground. He wants to protest, but he can feel the sincerity. Oz means it. It makes something go funny in his chest, to hear that. Oscar blinks down at the ground, watching his shoes, and doesn’t answer. Just remembers, suddenly and clearly, the first thing Oz had said to him. Actually, you saved us. Now he wonders, quietly, if maybe Oz had meant something other than just surviving the fall.

Oscar doesn’t ask, though. He puts a bracing hand against his side, still sore, and looks up into the sky. Atlas is a looming shadow, and the storm clouds are dark and forbidding… but still. The pale light of the coming dawn is beautiful against the ice.

“I’m glad you’re back, Oz,” he says, finally.

You don’t need to lie to me, Oscar.

“I’m not.” He starts walking again. “I got used to hearing you, I guess. And you weren’t so bad, really. And then, when you just… weren’t there…” He’s not sure how to explain it—the emptiness, the hollow pit, the silence worst of all—so he doesn’t try. He takes another step, hand pressing harder at his side. The pain is blinding. Oscar takes a shaky breath. “I never hated you. Not really. I just—I wanted the truth. I think we all did.”

…I know.

“Mm.” He takes another step, and his knee almost buckles. “Ah—”

May I?

“What?” Oscar blinks, fast. His first instinct is to say no—he’s never liked losing control—but already he can already feel Oz pulling away, and Oscar swallows down the instinctual denial. Oz only means to help. And honestly, Oscar could use a break. But on the other hand… “It’s not gonna be fun, feeling this.”

I assure you, I have gone through far worse. Oz’s tone is almost dry. You’ve seen a few.

For a moment Oscar has no idea what he���s talking about, but then the memories click. Ohhh, right, the constant death via godly bickering, and not to mention that whole bit with dragging himself across the ground while suffering from a terrible stomach wound… Yeah, no, Oscar remembers. “Still—”

Please. If you won’t let me apologize… at least let me shoulder some of the burden.

Oscar considers this and sighs. He closes his eyes, drifting back—and then his limbs are not his own, and he is there and yet he is not, and the pain is suddenly and wonderfully far away, barely an echo.

Oz, in control now, takes a sharp breath and almost stumbles. “Oh.”

Told you.

“You did, but I confess, I didn’t expect…” He presses a hand to their side. “You’ve had a hard battle.”

Bullet didn’t help.

“No.” Oz’s voice goes briefly hard. “No, I suppose not.” He straightens, turning around to look, flexing their fingers. For a moment their mouth pulls in a grimace.

Are you okay?

“Just—unused to this. I’ve never… done—well, that, before. Locking myself away. Now… It feels like going out of practice.” He rolls their wrist, flicks out the cane. “I’ll adjust.”

You old man.

Oz exhales hard, almost a laugh. His surprise flickers bright and warm, the barest hint of a smile. “Well, I suppose that is true…”

The conversation tapers off, and Oz takes them higher up the pit, closer to Mantle’s edge. Beyond that momentary stumble, the pain doesn’t seem to touch him at all; with the cane as a crutch, he walks as if they are perfectly fine, rather than on the verge of collapse. Which is good, Oscar supposes. People tend to remember injured children, and tend to ignore weird ones walking with fancy canes. Good for staying undercover.

On one of the ledges of the pit, they find a small house with the door already swung open. Oz takes them inside, and shoves the door shut behind them. The heating is still off—if it even exists down here, a thought that makes Oscar flinch and Oz tight-lipped—but there’s some moth-eaten blankets in one corner and an empty bed elsewhere, and Oz curls them up in the corner of the abandoned home, with some food and a small water bottle he’d swiped from the cupboard.

Oscar takes in the place, the tiny kitchen and barren bedroom, and sighs. Who do you think lived here?

“Hopefully someone who managed to evacuate.” Oz sips at the water. “We’ll take an hour to recover here. Then, we need to discuss our next move.”

I don’t know where the others are. I told them to go ahead…

“With luck, they have. If they’ve been detained, that may pose a… difficulty.” Oz pats down their side. “Where did you put your scroll?”

Left pocket. Wait, wouldn’t you know?

“When I say I was watching, it was really only the barest minimum of awareness. That is, when you were stressed, or felt you were in danger. So no.” Oz tugs out the scroll, pulling it open. “Hmm.”

Surprised it isn’t broken.

“They are remarkably sturdy things.” He taps their finger against the screen, frowning faintly. “Oh, joy.”

There is a bright blue alert flashing across the screen—updated orders for the whole of Atlas Military. Oz taps at it, and the banner expands, taking up the screen. A row of faces stares up at them. The main group—RWBY and JNPR—are listed under a banner labeled Arrest on Sight. Qrow is now under Detained. And Oscar—

There’s an X through his photo, and a small note beneath his name. Deceased.

For a moment neither of them says anything. The silence weighs down like a physical thing. Oz shifts on the bed and exhales hard, and then lifts a hand, tentative, to their cheek. Their fingers come away damp with tears. “Oscar.”

Are you—?

“…No.”

Oh. Which means… the tears are Oscar’s.

With that understanding, all at once, everything crashes down on him. Neapolitan. Losing the relic. Facing Ironwood, hoping against hope something could still be salvaged, and then—

Oscar is suddenly glad to not be in control anymore. If he was, he thinks he might crumple, or worse, hyperventilate. Everything goes shaky. Their vision blurs. I…

Oz carefully wipes the tears away with one edge of the blanket, their sleeves too dirtied and torn for use. “It’s okay.”

I don’t even know why…

“I do.” Oz lifts a hand to their chest. “I feel it too. We trusted him. We thought he would make the ri—” He stumbles, briefly. “…a good choice. We thought things would be okay. That Atlas and Mantle could stand together, that Remnant could be reunited. And even then.” Oz sounds bitter. “In that final moment. My presence would have only angered him, I think, but—I’d truly hoped that you would be able to change Ja… General Ironwood’s mind. I never thought…”

He shot me. The words are dull, empty, devoid. The shock hasn’t hit him yet. Not really. He tried to kill me. He thinks he did kill me. And I don’t think he even cares.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

Why are you apologizing?

“I—”

Oh.

“Never mind.”

No. No, you’re right. I think—I always thought so too. The bitterness settles down on both them, a shroud. Always trying to wake you up… and even then, he asked which one of us it was, when I walked down there. I wonder if he ever saw me for me.

“The others did. Do. Miss Rose, Mister Arc, Miss Valkyrie… I have seen that, too. They care deeply for you.”

And now they’re going to think I’m dead, too.

“…Ah. A fair point.” Oz frowns down at the scroll. “This is, perhaps, a problem.”

Can we get in contact with them?

“Hmm.” He brings a hand to their ear, to the comm piece, and waits. Nothing. “We are still too far out of range, I think. Too far below. If we got back to the sky…”

Oscar considers something else. It says… Qrow got detained.

“…so it does.”

What prison do you think they’d throw him in?

“I have a few ideas.” But Oz sounds hesitant. He swallows. “Oscar—”

Hm?

“I—that is, I am not sure…” He trails off, as if unable to finish. Their lips pull in a grimace.

He’ll be mad. Oscar is frank, certain. I mean, probably. The others too. But it’s not the same as before. We’ve all had time. Atlas has… we’ve grown a lot. All of us. You said you were watching some of it—you saw that too, right?

“I did.” There is a quiet warmth there. A muted pride.

Then, you know. They’ll be angry, I think. But Qrow—and the others, they’ll listen. We’ll listen. You came back. And whatever you say about me saving us, well, you kept me from blacking out, which is its own help, so.

“Oscar—”

You’re not—it’s not like with Ironwood. You’re not an enemy. I’m pretty sure no one ever saw you as one. They just wanted the truth, and now we have it… and if I’ve learned anything from today, then its only too late if you make it that way. You can always still choose trust. You can still choose to build trust.

Oz goes quiet, distant. He stares off at nothing, and then slowly shakes his head. His smile is a faint, disbelieving thing—but genuine, too. “I said before that I had reasons for the things I do. For the lies, especially.” He closes his eyes. “But I admit, Oscar. These past few weeks have… swayed me to your side, so to speak.”

The truth didn’t break them, Oz.

“No. It didn’t.” He straightens. “All right. We’ll do it your way. Trust others, as you like to say. Starting with…” He taps the scroll. “You’re quite right. Qrow would despise prison.”

So…

“We need to find a way to Atlas.” Oz downs the last of the water and food, and stands, stretching out their arms. Their aura flickers up, weak but slowly strengthening. “Evacuations have stopped in Mantle, but if I can find us a ship…”

You can fly an airship? Wait, what am I saying…

“Beyond crash-landing expertise, I was also there when they were first being built, you know.”

Wow, you really are ancient. But Oscar almost feels like laughing, the earlier grief beaten back. He hasn’t realized until now how much he’d missed Oz. And he thinks... he did miss Oz. He hasn’t missed all of it—the fighting, the lies, the body-snatching—but he’d missed this. The echo of a voice in his head. The warmth of not being alone. Of having someone there to turn to, whether Oscar needed it or not.

And strangely, for all the time he’s been gone, Oz being back is… easier, somehow, than it was before. Less like being haunted, and more like living in tandem. Maybe it’s the merge, or the shared memories… or maybe it's something else. Relief, perhaps. There are no more lies or fears to stand between them. All of Oz’s secrets are now brought to light, no more pretending necessary—and Oscar, at ease with his fate, has grown stronger and surer of his place here, all on his own.

It feels… equal, now. As if, for the first time, Oscar and Oz are finally on the same page.

Thank you for coming back.

Oz hesitates. “I should have—”

It doesn’t matter. He can’t smile, but he hopes the feeling comes across. Just… thanks.

“…Of course.” Oz ducks their head. Then he takes a breath. “Well, then! To Atlas.”

Oscar almost laughs at him, but that would be rude. Instead, he settles back with a sigh. So, what now… find a ship, save Qrow, connect with the others, help Mantle, stop Salem’s probable invasion…

“One thing at a time,” Oz says, smiling faintly, and pries open the front door, stepping back into the sun. The air burns with winter fury; the wind howls a storm. But the cold is lessened, beaten by their aura, and the oncoming darkness of the storm still pales, for now, to the sun-lit horizon. In this moment, the worst has not yet come. In this moment, there is still a chance. The determination rises in them twofold, a feeling like setting your feet and lifting your head, and the grief of the long night fades away, if only for now.  

Let’s go save Atlas.

Oz’s smile grows, a little wider, a little stronger. He lifts their head, tilting their face back to the sun. In the glint of sunlight, their eyes burn bright and gold.

“Agreed,” Oz says, and heads toward the city proper, cane in hand and gait steady, taking the first step of many on the long trek back.

[eusaint]

                              𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆: saint kothari.

hi   friends   !   i   was   supposed   to   post   this   yesterday,   but   as   per   usual,   i’m   off   schedule   by   a   whole   ass   day.   my   name’s   fox,   i’m   currently   twenty-three   years   old   in   the   brt   timezone.   my   pronouns   are   she/they,   but   i’m   really   not   picky   at   all   about   it.   i   haven’t   joined   a   new   group   in   a   good   few   months   ?   everyone   seems   so   nice,   though,   i   can’t   wait   to   plot   with   all   of   you   !   this   is   my   mess   trashcan   baby   saint,   if   you   want   to   plot   with   him   feel   free   to   like   or   or   message   me   !   if   you’d   rather   chat   on   discord,   feel   free   to   hit   me   up   at   oscar isaac pipe me tnx#9349

⟨   AVAN   JOGIA.   CIS   MALE.   HE/HIM.   ⟩   though   the   mist   might   prevent   some   from   seeing   it,   SAINT   KOTHARI   is   actually   a   descendent   of   H   E   C   A   T   E.   it’s   still   a   question   of   whether   or   not   the   TWENTY-FOUR   year   old   ASTROPHYSICS   MAJOR   from   CHICAGO,   USA   has   taken   after   their   godly   parent   completely,   but   the   demigod   is   still   known   to   be   quite   INTELLIGENT   &   MANIPULATIVE.

                                                 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.

born   into   a   moderately   wealthy,   hard-working   family,   saint   never   felt   like   he   truly   belonged.   he   didn’t   belong   in   the   predominantly   white   school   he   attended,   he   didn’t   belong   with   the   old   money   neighbors   of   their   suburb,   he   didn’t   even   feel   like   he   belonged   with   his   family--   between   his   absent   father   and   his   snobby   stepmother,   saint   grew   up   believing   there   was   no   place   on   earth   for   him.

from   a   young   age,   saint   presented   signs   of   mystiokinesis;   more   specifically   prophecies—   it   has   always   been   the   small   things,   such   as   being   able   to   tell   when   a   car   crash   was   about   to   happen,   or   even   when   someone   was   getting   sick.   his   father   called   it   intuition,   but   his   stepmother   always   shushed   him   when   he   had   a   premonition,   no   matter   how   small.   as   saint   grew   older,   his   premonitions   became   slightly   more   sharp,   and   nowadays   he’s   able   to   predict   more   accurate   things;   if   you   should   avoid   the   left   side   of   the   sidewalk   that   week,   if   it’s   going   to   rain   that   day,   and   at   least   half   of   the   lottery   numbers.   he   also   has   presented   a   mild   touch   for   necromancy,   being   able   to   receive   and   pass   along   messages   from   the   dead;   it   works   almost   as   a   game   of   telephone,   however,   and   the   young   man   is   hardly   ever   able   to   hear   the   correct   sentence.

at   the   age   of   fifteen,   saint   left   home.   after   a   particularly   bad   fight   with   his   stepmother,   saint   packed   a   small   bag   and   ran   away.   he   spent   the   next   couple   of   months   couch   hopping,   sleeping   in   bus   stations   and   doing   small   jobs   in   exchange   for   food;   it   was   during   that   last   venture   where   he   met   eric   saryan,   a   local   mobster   that   needed   someone   quiet   and   discreet   to   make   drug   runs   for   him.

saint   spent   the   next   five   years   of   his   life   working   for   eric.   the   money   wasn’t   great,   but   it   was   stable   enough   for   him   to   be   able   to   maintain   himself.   on   his   down   time,   saint   worked   as   a   psychic.   he   would   do   consultations   on   his   living   room,   and   read   tarot   cards   over   the   phone;   his   mystiokinesis   has   never   been   strong   enough   for   perfect   predictions,   but   he’s   always   been   smart   and   good   at   reading   people,   which   also   meant   saint   is   a   great   liar.   he’d   bullshit   his   clients   a   lot,   and   getting   something   extremely   specific   right   every   so   often   meant   that   a   lot   of   them   kept   coming   back. 

at   the   age   of   twenty,   saint   was   arrested   for   possession   of   a   small   amount   of   cocaine.   the   mob   abandoned   him   on   sight,   and   he   had   no   choice   but   to   call   his   father   for   bail;   it   was   a   lot   of   money,   and   the   man   was   willing   to   shell   it   out   as   long   as   saint   made   a   promise   of   coming   back   home   and   getting   his   life   together;   he   was   forced   to   spend   six   months   in   a   rehabilitation   facility,   and   once   that   was   done,   he   needed   to   either   find   a   job,   or   go   back   to   school. 

incredibly   intelligent,   saint   always   had   a   love   for   physics.   after   trying   a   few   odd   jobs   and   getting   fired   from   them   all,   he   decided   to   finally   go   back   to   college   for   astrophysics;   eonia   university   was   his   father’s   choice,   thinking   that   if   saint   was   far   away   enough   from   the   gang,   then   he   wouldn’t   feel   compelled   to   get   back   into   it.

                              𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 / 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

saint   is   a   mess.   despite   being   an   adult   who’s   lived   by   himself   for   the   past   ten   years,   the   man   can   barely   keep   himself   alive.   he   doesn’t   put   much   effort   into   classes,   not   that   interested   in   getting   a   diploma,   spending   most   of   his   time   drinking   and   partying   on   campus. 

incredibly   chaotic,   he   doesn’t   hold   back   on   any   of   his   whims.   if   saint   wants   something,   no   matter   how   hard   or   ludicrous,   he’ll   immediately   go   after   it.   prone   to   criminal   activity,   saint   loves   the   forbidden,   from   skipping   class   to   vandalism,   if   something   sketchy   is   going   on,   you   can   bet   saint   is   involved   somehow. 

an   adrenaline   junkie,   saint   will   put   himself   and   the   ones   around   him   in   harm’s   way   for   a   fix.   his   most   recent   addiction   is   street   racing;   considering   how   bad   of   a   driver   he   is,   it’s   surprising   he   hasn’t   gotten   seriously   injured   yet. 

raging   bisexual   with   major   daddy   issues....   but   aren’t   we   all   ?

he’s   5′11″,   with   long-ish   hair   and   a   short   beard.   saint   wears   very   colorful   clothing,   mostly   patterned   button   downs,   and   he   has   a   large   collection   of   sunglasses.   he   has   way   too   many   shitty   tattoos,   including   the   name   of   two   exes,   and   a   ring   on   his   septum.  

                             𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

a   BEST   FRIEND   /   saint   and   this   person   met   during   their   first   year,   and   they   instantly   clicked.   they   know   each   other   better   than   anyone   else,   and   you’ll   never   see   one   without   the   other.

a   RIVAL   /   another   party   person,   they   have   a   rivalry   where   they   are   constantly   trying   to   out-do   each   other   during   parties   and   outings;   if   one   of   them   chugs   a   bottle   of   beer,   the   other   will   chug   two   etc.   they   are   definitely   very   messy   and   bad   for   each   other.

a   GOOD   INFLUENCE   /   someone   that   sees   saint   for   who   he   is,   the   soft   layers   underneath   the   bad   boy   persona,   and   often   tries   to   bring   that   out   of   him.

a   SIBLING-LIKE   RELATIONSHIP   /   they   are   each   other’s   cornerstone,   bickering   constantly   but   still   dying   for   one   another;  saint   often   tells   them   he   would   rather   have   them   as   family   than   his   own   half-siblings.

a   HATE   SHIP   /   they   hate   each   other,   but   still   can’t   get   enough   of   each   other;   they   fight   constantly,   and   those   altercations   always   end   up   in   a   bed,   or   angry   sex   in   the   local   bar’s   bathroom,   or   frenetic   make   out   sessions   at   the   library.

a   FRIENDS   WITH   BENEFITS   /   they   like   to   get   on,   but �� they   also   enjoy   each   other’s   company   outside   of   the   bedroom;   be   it   in   a   study   group,   or   just   hanging   out   on   a   friday   night,   saint   always   says   the   sex   is   just   the   cherry   on   top   of   their   no-strings-attached   relationship.

a   ONE   NIGHT   STAND   /   for   some   reason,   their   little   affair   didn’t   work   out.   maybe   they   even   tried   to   go   on   a   date   after   their   night   together   but   the   chemistry   just   wasn’t   there;   maybe   it’s   super   awkward,   maybe   they   became   really   good   friends   afterwards.

FRIENDS   OF   ALL   KINDS   /   literally   all   of   the   friendship   ideas.

[shaanjeevanecofarm]

“What fire does not destroy, it hardens.” Oscar Wilde. Last week, fire struck the savanna near our house. It came extremely close to our house. It is hard to describe what goes through ones head when one sees these flames come closer and closer to ones property. Desperation. Hopelessness. Rage. Chock. Emptiness.  Every year since we acquired the land, we have had bush fires. All of them are set off by people who burn trash in the savanna (as there is no trash management on our island). This year, we thought we were safe as the monsoon rains had kicked in a month earlier and we felt relieved we would not have to tackle the fires this year. But alas, how wrong we were. Last week’s fires were set off by a man who was delirious after taking the famous yaba drug, which makes you crazy. And crazy he was as he ran around the village setting fire everywhere. We barely manage to stop the fire 20 meters from our fence after 3 hours of tremendous hard work. As the winds were against us so, it felt almost hopeless. However, when we finally had managed to control it, a massive monsoon storm set it and I think we have never felt so bless by rain in our entire life. It was almost like a Godly experience.  What fire does not destroy, it hardens. Yes, Oscar Wilde was right. It has and is hardening us every year more and more. In having to be prepared to matter what. In trying to find a permanent solution for a problem which is here to stay. In feeling immensely grateful for having a house and being alive. In feeling happiness in having such a united family which can stand the challenges of life. In growing more compassionate for other people around the world who experience similar situations year in and year out. Like in Australia, in the tropical savanna, in war zones. I must confess, in the midst of total desperation, I forced myself to tune in on a compassionate level and feel what others would feel in a similar situation. And strangely enough it made me feel more powerful and less lonely. So the fires have indeed hardened me. But they have also softened my heart to become more resilient. And I am forever grateful for that.  Carl Jung says : “ The difference between a good life and a bad life is how well you walk through the fire.”

[siremasterlawrence]

Cirque Du Soirée

8:00 PM -

“Cirque Du Soirée.” A young voice says to my neighbor Óscar who enters in the middle of the Circus tent. He is a dad of a very young boi all to excited to attend the opening even this week. “Can I help you sir?” The man continues to walk in as he asks.

“Sorry to walk in on you like this, but I saw the whole Circus area folk dancing around the area in a weird patten.” The man Óscar says becoming more enamored by events unfolding in his eyes. The man swings his hand jumping on to the flying trapeze.

The man stands on swinging back, and forth over the height of the arena in to the net below ready for it. Oscar cannot believing who godly he appears in the sky the man back flips off of the high trapeze. He bounces of next doing a summer salt to the floor.

8:30 -

“Who are you? What is this place a real kind of circus or what?” Óscar says unbelievably in awe at what he sees simply the man takes a bow. He spins around on the stage taking off of his jacket to show off his cool new out fit just designed;

“I am the Master of ceremonies, head of the stage kind of the circus, and the one true ring leader.” The ring leaded removes a small wand out of his pocket, he flings it in the air as it is about to expand, and he begins to swing it in the air.

“Yes, the ring leader that is what I shall call you only you.” Óscar free flowingly unaware of what he is saying, the cloud swirls above them picking up over everything, and the race is on. The entire Circus troop, facilities, and its workers disappear in to a new realm.

9:00 pm

“Why don’t you join me for a little party game my new pal Oscar? All you have do is follow the rules, obey my command, and make me happy.” The ring leader says taking a bow right before he stares upward, and drop his hand down.

The ring leader snaps his fingers causing a chain reaction, Oscar felt the entirety of his life spin out of control, and everything becomes vertigo. “Our of nothing spinning out of control comes the mind, breaking, and chaos.” The ring leader says.

“Freeze for me.” The ring leader says sitting on a throne seat overlooking his new party pet to play with. The ring leader points to the water laying below him, he stares down at not sure why, but the ripples in the water flow over and over.

9:30 pm

Craziness unleashes as Oscar falls forward in to the pool of water sinking in further away in to nothing. Oscar body washes away all of the impurities from his body, his body is now so pure and soon all his right article of clothing.

The top of tent opens up as they fall through it to the ground hitting hard, making him rise to his feet forgetting everything else, and he is stunning in his birthday suit. “Stare in to the void of the mirror Oscar it is time to move on now.” The ring leader says.

“Stare in the void of the mirror give in to me right now, forget the existence of a life no yet living, and except the dream world as the one truth.” The ring leader makes it clear throwing powder through the air on to his face turning him clown white.

10:00 am

“How are we settling in this new reality of yours Oscar? Enjoy it much changes are too be had you will see.” I pat his back hard as he joins us in sync, he runs like a lunatic on fire bro sure what to do, and he goes crazy trying to comprehend what is going on.

“Let us make it happen babe whatever you want, I am so super excited to see what comes next, and I love what you are doing to me right now.” Óscar says with hugest smiles plastered over his face, he shakes his head like crazy at me, and he freezes again.

He shakes vibrating out of his life most of the parts of his life are erasing one thing at a time, and soon his colors glow multicolors becoming like a clown. “My little clown boy is so cool.” I announce walking over to him grabbing his cheek, and shake them.

10:30 am

“Tempting fate? Huh?” That is the question of the day for Oscar who’s identity is totally been compromised. “This time the tempting of fate happens to me due to the fact I own only you the man of your dreams.” The ring leader held him tight.

“I love you, Master Sire Sir Lawrence the king of my universe, this world that we shifted in to total existence, and they both submit to my feet on the floor.” We make out a bit thinking his hair, turning his lips red, muscular body, and even redder tongue.

The end.