#fria

[leregirenga]

Dicen que soy difícil,

dicen qué soy fría,

dicen que soy arrogante,

dicen que soy misteriosa,

dicen que soy voluble,

dicen, dicen, dicen...

Sólo dicen pero aún no me conocen,

he tenido que poner una barrera entre

lo que DICEN Y LO QUE SOY...

Sueños de Luna

[bafflement]

Reforging Connections

@remnants-of-rwby-events

For day 5: Family. Tip is... less than happy, finding out Fria is his aunt, but... he really did need to know.

Tip groaned as his eyes scanned the family tree he’d managed to put together. He’d been expecting maybe a few cousins, extraneous family members that hopefully Salem wouldn’t care enough about to target, but did his father really have to have so many siblings? All of them had had multiple children of their own, too. The metaphorical branches were impressive, yes, but they were also more than a bit daunting.

It had taken him weeks, on and off, to research this properly. Willow had known very little about many of their aunts and uncles beyond their names, merely telling him that their shared father tended not to keep contact with a lot of them. There’d been one aunt that had stayed in close contact with their father though, especially after their mother had died. Tip hadn’t been expecting the name she mentioned to have been familiar and he still wasn’t quite sure what to make of that fact. It was easy enough to reconcile what he knew of her with the images that Willow’s stories had conjured up, though.

Fria had been a friend, there for him when the heads of the other two academies had tended to ignore him due to his sheer youth. He’d been so young back then. He scoffed to himself at the thought, he was all of eleven right now. If he’d been seen as far too young then, what would they have thought of him now? Maybe they would have actually done something about Vale’s council, but then again, probably not. They’d both bought that he was nineteen when he first became headmaster of Beacon far too easily, though part of that might have been an effort not to cause any conflict with the larger kingdom. Fria had never cared about that, had never believed in the claims than he was older than he actually was. Had always seemed so protective, so motherly.

He thought he might know at least a part of just why that was, now.

There had been stories, once he’d actually gone looking, about just how close they’d seemingly once been. He still wasn’t sure what to make, of all the tales of the child he’d been, the one he couldn’t remember. The teachers at Atlas Academy, or those few old enough to have actually known him all that time ago, had had a lot to say on the fact. Well, they had once they’d gotten over the shock. He hadn’t meant to do that to them, not really, but so many people in Atlas remembered him that it was hard, sometimes, to avoid it. That, even more than the frankly slightly disastrous press conference James had held a month ago, had meant that a lot more people than he was comfortable with had learned that he was alive. Well, that Winter was, anyway.

He really did wish they’d all stop calling him that. He preferred Tip, remembered actually using that name briefly as a teenager. Had more connection to it. But then, did he, if it was never actually his to start with? At least none of his friends knew what exactly had pushed those on Vale’s council who’d given him the name to do so. He doubted any argument he could make at that point would have mattered.

That was interesting, too. How protective everybody still was, even after knowing what they’d learned in Mistral. But it might be easier for them to see Tip as he was, like this, than it would have been had he still been an adult. Safer, in some ways. With people knowing, though, it was just a matter of time before Salem did, too.

He needed to talk to Fria. To talk to the aunt he hadn’t known, to apologise. A large part of him still thought that he should somehow have known he was Winter. Known he was the child that she’d lost. He’d always wondered about that; about just how sad she’d seemed. She’d never talked about her family, but that had been gone into in great detail by the adults too. They’d all known, of course. Not that he was Oz, nobody had ever really known that, but that he’d been cared for, that he’d been loved. That he still was. There were images, too. Old and faded, yes, but he could recognise himself in the tiny boy following Fria around like a shadow. Even then, he’d limped. Again, he’d known that, but it was different somehow, to see it. He’d looked so fragile, so sick. No wonder nobody had seemed to truly believe he could still be alive. Without his aura, well, he probably wouldn’t be. For far more reasons than just Cinder’s extreme prejudice against him.

He needed to go to James, though. He knew that he was keeping Fria somewhere, keeping her cared for… and isolated. He hated the thought of that, of her rotting away on a hospital bed all alone. Tip was a boy, though, was in no danger of accidentally becoming the next winter maiden. The mere thought was enough to make him shiver, though. Imagine what might happen, if he could? If the magic still actually recognised him, as opposed to merely brushing against his own whenever he met a maiden. If. There was no way he really wanted to find out, though. The maidens were important, were needed. They had to stay separate, even if he’d rather Cinder and Raven weren’t amongst their numbers.

Sighing, he got to his feet. He had a friend to talk to. Possibly even two, depending on how things went. James couldn’t really keep him from Fria, if Tip really needed to find her. But that wouldn’t be a good idea, not really. If James knew how easy it might be for him to slip out of places, he might have more people watching him. James knew he wasn’t the child he appeared to be, but sometimes he wondered. Especially after that damn tracker…

James looked up curiously as he heard his door open. He hadn’t been expecting a visitor and he was tightly enough wound lately that his hand was on the handle of his gun before he’d even realised he was reaching for it. Spotting Oz’s mane of tousled silver hair, he relaxed. He’d never want to shoot his friend, he had so few of them these days as it was. He couldn’t imagine a scenario where he’d willingly shoot him, he just hoped the boy hadn’t seen him reach for it. By Oz’s lack of reaction, he thought he probably hadn’t, but there was a very strange look on his face nonetheless. He recognised the sheaf of papers Oz was clutching as the family tree he’d been researching. He couldn’t really see the point of that, but if it made him happy… he couldn’t begrudge Oz that much. He’d been taking being Winter Schnee more than hard enough as it was.

“Hello to you too, Oz. I know you have my scroll contact, would it have killed you to let me know you were coming ahead of time? I really am rather busy, right now. But you know that, we all are.” His voice was level, his hand now lying flat on his lap. Everything was perfectly fine, just another day. He did wonder just what Ozpin needed from him to make an unscheduled visit, but with just how distracted he looked, he might well not have meant to. That had happened a few times before, back when his friend was still an adult. Things occurred to him and he acted on them without thinking things through. At least he tended to apologise after the fact, but then most of that was probably an Oz thing. He remembered times when little Winter had done that, too.

“I know and I apologise, but… a few things came up. Would you be able to get me access to Fria, by any chance?” Tip’s own voice was rather less level, fingers twitching.

James blinked, having not expected that request. He knew that they had been friends once, but he’d never really considered the possibility that Oz might want to visit her. It was sweet, in a way, though it wasn’t a request he would normally have even considered granting. It was Oz, though, he’d never take advantage of her in the state she was in now. It wouldn’t do him any good even if he was to try, she was too protected, but Oz? Oh no, he knew damn well that his friend wouldn’t even consider it. His gaze flicked back down to the papers he was clutching. Ah, so he knew about their connection then. It might even be good for both of them, he knew how much Fria had missed her family over the years. It was one reason amongst many that he’d volunteered the only Winter he’d known was still alive back then to be the next one. Even if she didn’t know, the specialist was still her niece. Still family. He doubted they’d ever met before their first encounter in the hospital, but it was nice to think that a part of Fria knew, too.

He couldn’t really see a reason to deny Oz’s request. He just hoped he knew what he was doing, the shock might actually kill her…

[un-fantasma-en-las-nubes]

Dios me libre de personas tibias, sin empatía y superficiales ☁️

[suicida03cruz]

El amor no esta hecho para mi, en cambio el dolor, el miedo y la soledad es lo unico que me acompaño toda mi vida...

-suicida03cruz

[electronica-1]

No pienso tomarme un solo segundo en chequear la veracidad de este posteo. Firmo a libro cerrado...

[desorden-en-letras]

Yo era una persona completamente cálida ahora solo llueve y hace frío, con miedo a la tempestad.

Mabel-llin

[etinceelle]

So what do you think the yellow color when penny gave her power to winter meant?

So I have two main ideas for that :

It has something to do with Jaune's Semblance, that he used right before Penny asked him to kill her.

I don't think we really know how his Semblance can expend exactly, we got some hints in Volume 7 with Vine asking him if he "ever thought about extending his Aura". So did he mean that like physically like Vine and Emerald did ? Or an extension in a different way, in time or space for example ? For now there's no confirmation, but it feels like there's something they will do (or have already done) with that.

So yeah, I was thinking that MAYBE, Jaune's Semblance impacted Penny's Aura, maybe it only changed colors because of it, or maybe it also gave her some strenght and reinforced her Aura ? Idk but this is one idea.

2. It has something to do with Ambrosius' work and actions after "recreating" Penny.

I noticed in a recent tiny rewatch of the chapter "Creation" of Volume 8 that when Ambrosius "recreate" Penny, there's this similar gold light kinda coming out of her body, my interpretation of that is that it's when her Aura was removed from her robot body. But we see right after through the robot body's vision that her Aura is really green inside her new flesh body, and we see it again while she fights and fall on the bridge at some point with Weiss. So her Aura REALLY should be green during the transfer, that's what would be logical since Fria's was blue. So I thought that maybe it was Ambrosius' actions, I know a lot of people said that Penny was only made of Aura after that and didn't have a flesh body. I mean, I believe she still had a flesh body (she bleeded after all-). But what Ambrosius did to her, maybe it made her body special ? She wasn't born in a flesh body after all. So maybe this particularity made her body glow in a different way, because her body was made differently than everyone. But it still doesn't really explain everything at all to me...

One last idea, more boring (krkr), is that it would be because of the place they are. This isn't a physical place, they kinda met in the "mind", or somewhere not on Remnant. It wasn't imagination but it was still somewhere not physical. So I guess it would have to do with that maybe, while we saw Fria's transfer in the physical world of Remnant. But yet idk, even if it's a different place, WHY would it be gold, like I don't really see the reason, it should have been green for it to be logical from the start x)

That's why something's a bit weird here for sure to me-

[objetivoreggaeton]

Enrique Iglesias aterriza en las plataformas digitales con Final, Vol 2, un álbum que ofrece ritmos variados y artistas de diferentes géneros

Enrique Iglesias acabò de estrenar el que será su último álbum discográfico de su extensa carrera musical titulado Final, Vol 2.

El artista español de 48 años anunció que ya no hará más álbumes, pero continuará sacando sencillos y conciertos.

https://www.objetivoreggaeton.com/es/album-es/enrique-iglesias-aterriza-en-las-plataformas-digitales-con-final-vol-2-un-album-que-ofrece-ritmos-variados-y-artistas-de-diferentes-generos/

[fernthewhimsical]

Made rose-lemonade with pink food colouring and edible gold glitter as an offering for Freyja ♡

Also did some divination for some suspicions I had and yeah, three constructed deities I thought were connected were in fact all Freyja.

Like I said on Discord. Three Freyjas in a trenchcoat xD

And the Veiled Silence has revealed herself as Holle.

So quite some changes in the personal pantheon! Both have shown interest in teaching me magic and Otherworldly travel, so this will be interesting

[chernobog13]

Gorgeous Flash Gordon Sunday page by Alex Raymond.

Although immensely popular, Flash Gordon was exclusive to the color Sunday pages from its inception in 1934.  It wasn’t until 1940 that a daily newspaper strip, by artist Austin Briggs, was introduced.

[n7raul]

[leregirenga]

La han roto tantas veces que ya no fue divertido volverse a enamorar, optó por mantener la mente fría, las pupilas fijas, los sentimientos apartados, la emociones de lado.

Se dió cuenta de que nada es para siempre, ni siquiera un buen amor, todo tiene un principio y un final. Así que ya no más de encariñarse, menos enamorarse, va a evitar a toda costa un dolor, una tristeza, una perdida más.

Leregi Renga

[weathermanpolls]

You guys snuck in during the last half hour to make Yang tied with Ilia, so Yang gets in, regardless of this poll.

[labikinaaa]

[suicida03cruz]

"El miedo a ser amada es mas grande que el de amar sin ser correspondido, uno pega en el ego y el otro en el corazon"

-Suicida03cruz

[celticcatgirl2]

“…and If she asks why I “haven’t found a good man yet” or when “I’m going to “stop my duke phase” one more time take her off fucking life support….”