#promisekeepers

[syntheticmortal]

“Ogiin?” asks Hardboots.

“Yes, my girl?” replies Ogiin.

“You told me... that I understood life was unfair already.”

“I did!”

Ogiin continues to smile. She finds fewer reasons not to these nights. Her child, 'Hardboots', looks far more severe. The changes to her body brought by the embrace into what the youth call the Nosferatu, and what Ogiin still calls the Promisekeepers, have left her lumpy and discoloured. Unlike Ogiin who, with her neck retracted, approximates an awfully hunched human, Hardboots would never show her face amongst the Kine again. Not like she used to.

But her Revenant Tribe, already familiar with the pain of an unintentional embrace, had not abandoned her. Even now they walk ahead through the dark forest, clearing the worst of the plants, harvesting fruit as they go, exposing tree roots for the Elder ambling behind them. However the Yearless are singing, and Ogiin suspects this is about how Hardboots is back here with her Sire, instead of with her kin in song.

Hardboots had been murdered by one of the Long Walking Folk, Blackbird, in a fit of his line's madness. Ogiin had saved her. In the old times, Blackbird would have been killed, and the Promisekeepers would have been judge. But instead they had gambled on Blackbird's recovery, instead of seeking justice.

Hardboots rolls her shoulders, and Ogiin forces herself to suppress a snicker at how her Childe's namesake make even her steps seem angry. “That doesn't mean I don't get fucking even,” Hardboots spits.

The Yearless use headlamps, and floodlights mounted on vehicles, but the Promisekeepers' pierce the dark with the glow of red eyes. Ogiin gestures at one of the prepared White Pine, and Hardboots gets on her knee without question. A hunting knife lets her spill her vitae onto the uncovered roots of one of the Great Lynx's trees. The blood will soak and spread, and the tree will grow, and strengthen. No one will be able to move through here except on foot, in time.

“And how do you plan to do that, my girl?”

“...I don't know,” Hardboots grunts.

Ogiin bobs her head. Those who hadn't met her feared her wisdom, but Hardboots is beginning to learn just how mischievous she is. Everything is a little game to her. The Yearless who age to become wrinkled and grey are exactly the same.

“Then I suppose, for now at least, we must busy your hands until you can think of how best to unleash your righteous vengeance, hmm?” Ogiin chuckles.

“You want me to wait?” Hardboots hisses the words, to keep her from raising her voice.

“Hardboots, my girl, you are about to live a very long time. The fire will dim, and then you will know what needs to happen. Until then, there's always more to be done. You need not rush your retribution, when something else is a little more urgent.”

“So, you want me to put it off until I stop caring?”

“...I chose to be a Promisekeeper, my girl, and I still remember what it was like to be rendered different. You will never stop caring. But eternity grants you endless time for clarity, and endless time for regret. So until you are ready, Hardboots.” Ogiin gestures at the next tree. “Here's something else we can do.”

THE EMPRESS | OZHAAWASHKO OGIIN

water from the vein, clean and nurturing.

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[supernaturalnowfaith]

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4‬:‭13‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

[jedischild]

@promisekeep liked a thing there for they get the thing.

"Aunt Leia really does not like you." Allea said, she knew why of course, it had never been a secret in their family that her grandfather had done horrible things.

"I'm honestly surprised she let me anywhere near you."

[badassbarmaid]

"Welcome to Balamb Garden. I'm SeeD commander Squall Leonheart. Cid wanted me to meet you before bringing you to him."

Tifa was admittedly nervous. Being new to everything, she was excited but also worried she'd mess something up on her first day. Bowing her head out of respect, her crimson hues rested on the commander's face.

"Pleasure to meet you, Commander Leonheart," she greeted in kind. "I am honored to be here."

@promisekeep

[dameien]

@promisekeep ; cont.

   When Kahlan had invited him over, he’d been a little unsure of the welcome. The way she had looked at him … like he was someone she knew and yet he’d had to disappoint her when he’d told her that his name was Damien. She never told him who she thought he was at first and likely that was for the best. “Well … thank you. It’s not often the devil’s son gets invited into strangers homes.” Maybe not such a stranger. He’d told her the truth of him because he was sure that she had sensed it along with whatever she thought he was before all of that too.

   “No worries. Your place seems far nicer than mine regardless, so I’m used to it.” Damien had given up nice things when he’d been sent to the orphanage. Though he was well off, he didn’t see the point of being frivolous. “I brought you flowers,” Damien said as he pulled the orchids from his back. When he’d stopped by the shop, he’s seen them and thought of her. They were already in a vase too, so he said, “They should need water in a week. At least, that’s what I was told. Me and plants don’t usually mix well, but you seem like you might be better suited to them.”

[desireandduty]

"I think Luke takes after you the most and Leia, well... I'm sorry." Anakin said as the hover wheelchair brought him in the room Padme was staying in. They still were at the base until they could figure out where to go. Though Ani had an idea. "I've been speaking to Obi Wan and master Yoda. I think going into Hutt space is our best bet to stay off Palpatine's grid."

She looked up from where she was currently rocking Leia to sleep. Luke was already dozing peacefully in his crib. "She does seem to have her father's..... stubborn vivacity," she teased him with a wink. "Maybe you should be the one who has to get her to fall asleep." Her eyebrows rose in surprise at the news. "Really? You mean... go back to Tatooine? I didn't think you'd ever want to." To be clear, she didn't want to. As far as she was concerned, the only good thing to come out of that planet was her husband. If she never set foot on it again, she'd be fine with that.

[pagetreader]

{The Meme Escaped Me}

❝ I’ve loved you for more than half my life, and I don’t know how to stop it. ❞ (To padme from anakin)

With the advent of the war, things had grown terribly complicated, but the two had already confessed their feelings for one another. How could they ignore them now, especially considering they could be dead before peace was restored to the galaxy?

"Maybe you don't have to stop it."

@promisekeep

[forceconnected]

@promisekeep liked for a starter from Ahsoka for Anakin

"I know that Obi-Wan didn't believe in luck, but you, Skyguy are the luckiest person I know. How many times is it now that you've defied Death?"

[rindegbenro]

God Will Be With You Till The Very End | Dr. Rinde Gbenro

[mlisagray40]

Feeding WORD

‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:3‬ ‭NLT‬[3] “Come to me with your ears wide open. Listen, and you will find life. I will make an everlasting covenant with you. I will give you all the unfailing love I promised to David. https://bible.com/bible/116/isa.55.3.NLT

[aikoiya]

What if one of the ‘drastic’ things that Sans does is tell Undyne + Alphys about Tori?… Let’s say this takes place after Papyrus + Frisk enter the Hotlands, where Sans then finds Undyne at her house and tells her all about Tori as well as ‘the promise’ Papyrus made to her… Sans tries to convince Undyne that Tori is the ‘True Traitor’, not Papyrus… That Tori had tricked Papyrus into loving humanity… Sans wants to use Tori as a Scapegoat, so Papyrus won’t get thrown in jail! 🐐

Hey, that works.

But, damn. Won't that be an effing surprise when they raid her crib only to find, oh shit, it's the effing queen!! And they're trying to kill her kid & harvest their soul!

Like, what do you even do at that point??

[syntheticmortal]

The Promisekeeper Elders are some of the best OCs on the block (yes I am biased in several ways ;D) but if anyone wants to hear about them here you go!!

Seeing your latest art of the nossies in the group new years picture reminded me of Wolf Mother (and her childe) as characters and now I'm DEEPLY interested in them as people and characters! I love their designs, just how much the curse affected them and am interested in how they fit into the Moonrise Nation story. (not that you have to reveal anything, of course!) Just admiring.

You're too sweet! YOU'RE TOO SWEET 🥺

These two have a lot of lore behind them (which I'm sure folks don't mind) so for the sake of brevity I'll try to keep it simple!

The Kindred population in the pre-colonial states was never that big, and it was kept in check by Kindred themselves - because the more of them that existed, the less food there'd be for the whole. These old laws regarding Kindred creation and conduct state that a Sire is responsible for their Childe for their whole unlife, and forbade any Kindred from having more than one living Childe at a time. Wolf Mother, original name lost to time, is a seven century old Nosferatu that was Embraced in the St. Lawrence River Valley for the crime of sabotaging the hunting grounds of another tribe in the locality.

Wolf Son, going by the name Jack Skinner modern-day, was Embraced 600 years ago by Wolf Mother for the crime of banditry. Probably like most Embraces, the relationship between them started out strained and unfriendly. Getting Embraced in the old tribe days was definitely a form of capital punishment and not something anyone really wanted. This of course is doubly true for an Embrace via Nosferatu, and the man that became Wolf Son took a long time to settle into his fate as a hideous living omen. When he did manage to overcome his grief and horror, he became a proper student to Wolf Mother and served alongside her in the assigned role of the Promiskeepers (The colloquial name for the Nos at the time) - which was to safeguard and dispense knowledge from both Kindred and Kine of generations gone. Things like: what to do when the seasons are uncharacteristically unfavorable, how to respond when a certain disease starts spreading, what to do with land that refuses to yield resources, etc. (Nos like Grandma Oginn also used to provide matchmaking services to her local tribes ;D) Additionally, in the old Kindred society, the Promisekeepers were tasked with keeping track of debts and contracts made between Kindred. The Nos of pre-colonial North America (at least on the East Coast) were basically your archivists and judges.

As the modern Moonrise Nation is attempting to reclaim some of the old traditions, both for Kindred and their human relations, Nosferatu who come into the faction are expected to take up this mantle of advisors and story keepers, to learn and preserve history, and be there to aid humans and other vamps alike when they're not sure what to do about a problem. Wolf Mother herself was a bit of an isolated Kindred back in her day, she roamed a huge tract of land and only encountered other undead and humans rarely. Still, she was widely known to be a neutral or friendly presence, and her child inherited the same nomadic lifestyle.

The pair would be separated when the first waves of Sabbat Kindred arrived on the continent on the crossings from Europe. They thought each other dead until very recently.

Wolf Son met with immigrant Camarilla Kindred in the 1700s and would later travel to Europe, where he would be installed as Sheriff over a Midlands Domain for several decades. Modern-day, he has come home to America, and is now serving as an Archon.

Wolf Mother spent most of the last few centuries in torpor near Lake Erie, and in the few years she's been awake again she's been singing into the night in hopes her long-lost Childe might still be around... Poor thing...

You can imagine the eventual reunion between them is gonna be super emotional. Not least of all because the Moonrise Nation is explicitly not joining the Camarilla, and seek to make themselves an independent faction.

I'm sure it's fine 🙃

[supernaturalnowfaith]

“But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you.”

‭‭John‬ ‭14‬:‭26‬ ‭NKJV‬‬ https://bible.com/bible/114/jhn.14.26.NKJV

[destruqtivist]

'Ben. Come home.' Leia hoped her force connection was strong enough to reach him. She knew her youngest, Seth had enough confrontations with him and that alone was worrying.

askbox : always open !

The words are haunting. He can feel the dread manifest its way through his body. The voice is warm, familiar, and compassionate in a way that burns. What was worse for him? Knowing she wanted nothing more than for him to regain his connection to the light or that she even thought it possible. He feels the rage and the suffocating sorrow surface. After everything, Leia ought not be a mother to him. She ought to be his enemy—but even for him, someone so lost in his own ways couldn't manage to make the distinction.

❝ I have no home. ❞ The words come from a voice that is strained, not quite his own, and yearning. His place no longer belonged near her. And he suspects it never did. Kylo's childish pains and hurts reminded him of this. He's never been able to bolster himself with wit and unshakable confidence like she can. There is no disillusionment. Her voice had never been able to reach the voice that had ensnarled your mind. Kylo is rotten and this he has accepted. ❝ You and Seth should bury your feeble-minded sympathies for me. This ends only in two ways: me or you. ❞

[ofclassifiedscavengers]

We learn to live with the pain. (Seth Solo)

"You don't need to tell me about pain." Rey smirked as she looked out into the jungle. She was sat with her elbows propped up on her knees as she caught her breath, having run until her lungs hurt. "Broke this ankle once. Walked 4 kliks on it back to the outpost. Paid ....three portions to have it reset. I was 10, I think."

[swayaminfotech]

Happy Promise Day!

Every year, on February 11th, Promise Day is celebrated with utmost love and fervor. Make real promises, sweat your efforts into them, and experience a wonderful world of love.