#citra bear

[happyhealthycats]

This cat has never made a typical cat noise in her life.

#yum yum yum yum yum #my cats #citra #citra bear

[bitterkarella]

Identifying furries by their fursonas

Fox- this is the default fursona for the default furry, namely a twink with a blown out fucked to death asshole

Vixen- Girl fox referred to as a vixen is an egg, girl fox just referred to as a fox is an out trans woman

Kistune - the same as above but weeb flavor

he-wolf - a greasy guy who weighs 12 pounds soaking wet and wears a fedora. republican.

she-wolf - the butchest bull dyke you ever saw

coyote - manic depressive. always on something. the drug connection at any furry party

Cat- always a woman

black cat - could be any gender but always goth

kitten/kitty - a trans sex worker, has an only fans they really want you to know about.

bobcat - older dude. wants people to think he's ex-military

Jaguar - an older black guy. will probably have the word "black" in his fursona's name

lion - just a huge asshole

tiger - another asshole. old. wants you to believe he's ex military or ex-police, probably a member of the dorsai irregulars. major grill dad vibes

jackal - a huge asshole and a slut. white gay racist, probably transphobic

cougar - either a trans woman or a terf. there's no in between

Horse - white woman who identifies as 2 Spirit or a guy who wants to be stomped on

Pony - gay nazi

unicorn - either the absolute gayest dude you can be or a 9 year old girl. sometimes a late in life transition

Tanuki - latino

badger - either a huge lesbian or an old avuncular straight guy. possible sex pest

Raccoon - nature's greatest mistake. too normie to be furry, too furry to be normie. dilf.

bat - either a goth or a real annoying shit (some overlap). invader zim fanboy. doesn't drink alcohol but claims to act crazy on "sugar highs." definitely has dabbled in webcomics

cow - a woman. maternal. mom friend or mommy dom. milf. possibly trans femme

steer - a big strong fat rough trade gay guy

sheep - mom vibes

pretty much any farm animal - mom vibes

domestic pig - wild card. might be a wet and messy fetish thing tho or a trash eating thing. loves to be stinky. loves to talk about being stinky.

wild pig - trans masc

skunk - either a fat beardy guy who has a tumblr blog about animation squash & stretch or a stoner gal. very straight. the straightest. a kinsey 0. has strong feelings about what the fandom used to be like before there were all these kids in it.

rat - is a huge asshole as a front, probably likes talking cigars

lemur - autistic

sloth - 420 blaze it. will never finish any commissions

chakat - an older cishet man who thinks the fandom is too political & refers to "anime" as "japanimation"

sergel - nazi

citra - the biggest dipshit you've ever met

procyon - furry equivalent of the thomas jefferson miku binder pic. you should not be talking to this person, this is a literal child

weasel - a girl with cluster b personality disorders

ferret - a person who has at least one pet ferret, but probably many

mole - this person thinks they're in a beatrix potter story

guinea pig/chinchilla/jerboa/gerbil/any kind of fat rodent you can keep as a pet - the sweetest person you will ever meet

armadillo/pangolin/anteater/aardvark - smug, contrarian. "i just wanna be different"

mouse - vore fetishist, prey. sub.

hyena - vore fetishist, pred. probably trans masc

otter - a dommy twink, possible enby

bear - gay

panda - absolutely a white person pretending to be asian. probably running a gofund me scam with a suspicious story about how they're a professional nintendo gamer who injured their hand or something

bullfrog - a huge fat hairy straight guy

any other frog - inflation or rubber fetishist

axolotl/newt/salamander - genderfluid enby

rabbit - trad wife trans woman

squirrel - autistic and gay

deer - gay

gazelle - zootopia megafan

monkey - punk DIY artist type, definitely loves weed

ape - absolutely baffling. nothing this person does or says makes any sense. you will be left wondering whether you're speaking to a child, a person with severe mental issues, or someone who doesn't have english as a first language

elephant - mom friend

hippo - a fat fetishist or a transformation fetishist

rhino - an older cishet dude who wants to project a curmudgeonly yet approachable aura

kangaroo - definitely not an australian person. extremely focused kinkster, usually feet or inflation. more STDs than should be possible to carry

koala - an asian woman

virginia opossum - anarchist/communist punk trans man who makes zines and/or comics

australian possum - just here to have fun. wants everyone else to be having fun too. wacky funster. (sugar gliders and flying squirrels fall under this category)

any other marsupial - poser

monotremes - extreme poser, don't even bother

doberman- gay dude who tops from the bottom or a cop (there is some overlap)

german shepherd - a nazi or a cop (there is substantial overlap). definitely a furry raider. he will wear his cop uniform to con and after con will post videos pretending that someone was rude to him

afghan - arch femme

basset hound - racist

puppy - sub, probably an egg. extremely draining. cries a lot

all other dogs - just dudes being bros (gender neutral)

dragon - the furries of furries. like to talk about eating "sammiches" and "chocklit." probably an adult baby lifestyler. they will send DMs that just say "hi." they like to RP and when they contact you about a potential commission they are actually just trying to trick you into RP

griffin - the same as above but also a brony

snake - sissy hypno fetishist

turtle - an old man, probably southern. an ironic grandpa.

other scalies - furry in denial. either a child or an old person from CYD. the world's last something awful goons

any fursona with latino vibes - white

any fursona with asian vibes - latino

any fursona with native american vibes - eastern european

avian - girl who's not like other girls. hippie. vegan.

raven/crow - agender voidgoth

chicken - mom vibes

dinosaur - the absolute biggest nerd. probably has an actual degree in paleontology. definitely dresses like miss frizzle.

any invertebrate - not a real furry, their girlfriend just made them get a furaffinity account before they could get ass. either that or they've never even heard of furry, they just came up with the idea of anthropomorphics from first principles. a biology teacher or weirdo (there is some overlap)

amoeba - this is a troll

#furries #fursonas

[peithoaphro]

updated list of names 2023.

name | meaning | origin

supposedly male: aras | eagle | lithuanian wolfe | wolf | english cillian | warstrife | irish elystan | noble stone | welsh daerion | gift | greek matteo | gift of god | italian lorcan | little fierce one | irish valko | wolf | bulgarian gavrail | hero | bulgarian nikolche | adventure | macedonian peithon | persuades | macedonian valerian | strong | latin abraxas | great | egyptian xerxes | hero amongst heroes | persian ives | yew wood | english azarius | god has helped | hebrew nicodemus | victory of the people | greek hesperus | evening star | greek casimir | destroyer of peace | polish arcturus | bear guardian | greek daedalus | craftsman | greek caliban | black | romanian hawthorne | lives | english maegor | red | english

supposedly female: echo | sound | greek adelaide | noble | german daisy | day's eye | old english cressida | gold | greek eirlie | eagle wood | scottish althea | healing power | greek manon | queen | welsh calanthe | beautiful flower | greek calithea | basket | greek juniper | young | latin citra | excellent | sanskrit solaris | of the sun | latin visenya | strength | english naerys | queen | english viserra | wisdom | english rosenwyn | white rose | cornish ottaline | prospers | french lethe | oblivion | greek caliadne | beautiful | greek daphne | laurel | greek nesrin | wild rose | arabian

unisex: august | great | greek emerson | son of emery | german callen | rock | gaelic

#baby name ideas #baby names #baby girl names #babynames #baby boy names #baby #girl names #boy names #unisex names #gender neutral names #peithoaphro

[f3v3rdreamz]

AOAS HEADCANONS >:3 PT.1

🦋•Citra•🦋

- Has a light mark around her neck from it being snapped before (Rowan ily but why??)

- Gives awkward hugs to those she isn't too close with, bear hugs to those she knows/cares for

- Sometimes it's a struggle to brush her hair so she'll have Rowan or Curie do it

- She gets really excited when she gets to ramble about gossip in the Scythedom

- Expecting her to have a calm, yet stern voice

🥀▪︎Rowan▪︎🥀

- Once tried to bleach his hair, never again

- Possibly sleep deprived

- Citra's able to carry him like he's a feather

- Stares off into space 24/7

- Has a photo of Him and Tyger when they were kids

🪶•Faraday•🪶

- A great dancer actually, especially when it's a slow dance

- Would sometimes give Rowan and Citra small gifts when he wasn't busy

- Hates looking back at how he acted when he was a junior scythe

- Has accidentally left Citra and Rowan at a Conclave once

🔮▪︎Curie▪︎🔮

- Has been a mother figure to various scythes

- Actually doesn't mind being called grandma, it makes her feel important

- Can be bitter at times, but is genuinely quite caring once you get to know her

- She's a great cook

- Gives off the vibes that she'd definitely have a locket with Faraday's picture in it

#arc of a scythe

[werewolf-cuddles]

i'm gutted by citra ending since 3ds eshop is closed. piracy used to be discreet. now you have people uploading to youtube playing leaks on emulators and gaming websites like kotaku advertising emulators for clicks and attention. well guess nintendo finally paid attention.

Yuzu's been poking the bear for a long time. They can't be surprised they finally got mauled. It's just a shame they dragged Citra down with them.

Putting compatibility updates behind a paywall could definitely be seen as profiting from piracy, so it's no wonder Nintendo finally had enough.

let's just ignore that dumbass first post I made about the issue, Nintendo were actually in the right for once

[insertsickusername13]

oh my god i like everything you like,,,,WHO is your favourite scythe trilogy character?

OHMEJEEZHELLOSCYTHEILOVETHATSERIES

okay it’s been so so long since I read it I was actually thinking of rereading it soon so bear with me if any of this is wrong but the character development of Rowan and (spoilers) how he went from such an innocent and kind boy- like in the very first scene he held the hand of a boy about to die for no reason other than to be kind- and how he developed into a morally grey protagonist willing to do almost anything to stand up for what he knew was right, to the point of ruthlessly killing for revenge? How when he (temporarily) managed to kill the villain, I should have been celebrating, but I cried not because someone had died, but because it truly showed Rowan’s loss of innocence- that everything that had happened built up to him not being a scythe, but a murderer? And the final scene when he chose the greater good over himself (and being with Citra for those 117 years) showing that even after everything- after the evil and the anger and the trauma- he still had that childlike kindness in him? Yeah. That. That is my favorite character.

#rowan damisch #arc of a scythe #I HAVE NOT HAD THE CHANCE TO TALK ABT THIS IN FOREVER YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’VE AWOKEN IN ME

[loftwingsuarus]

ouchie wouchie (bridal carry version will go here)

MY FRIEND @loermsdxzo DID ALL THE COMBAT WRITING WHILE I SAT WITH MY ASS ON MY THUMBS

“Why didn’t you write them doing bokator” well you see I’ve never taken on someone in hand-to-hand combat but I beat the shit out of my friends (consensually) with a staff many times

~~~

“We had some prior training with weapons before we moved here," Citra says. Not that Citra or Rowan need training in any capacity, but they need a safe area to spar in. "Mind if we use one of the mats?"

"Of course, that’s what we’re here for," says the person operating the training area. They have no reason not to believe Citra.

“Great. We have a score to settle.” Citra walks into the actual training room and grabs one of the staves. She gives it a little toss in her hand to test the weight.

"Yours is heavier," the woman says. "Go easy on him." Citra tilts her weapon so it’s held tight between her hand, wrist, and the crook of her elbow.

"He can take it,” she says. The woman gives her a skeptical look.

Rowan picks one of the weapons at random. They would get on with it if no one stopped them. 

“If you don’t use the safety equipment, you’re going to have to sign a waiver.” Citra and Rowan glance at each other. Neither of them used any kind of safety equipment during their apprenticeship. The punishment for failing to meet expectations was injury. Rowan shrugs.

“Which one’s faster?”

She sighs and pulls out a tablet before accessing the document. They each write in an electronic signature.

“Are we good?” Rowan asks.

“You can change your mind and use the safety equipment whenever you like,” she replies in exasperation. She was born post-mortal, but working here makes her wish for the caution that humans once had. People are stupid as fuck.

Citra and Rowan take the floor, which is a hilarious thing to write about two people who will not be ballroom dancing. They tap their weapons once before they start, if only because they were trained to do so.

There’s no reason to start by circling around each other, but they simultaneously forget that they’re sparring with staves, and not doing bokator. The woman watches them both like they’re crazy.

Citra always attacks first, and her first tell is always swapping the side of her staff. It catches almost everyone off guard. Except Rowan. The sound of their weapons clashing echoes off the walls. The staves slide off each other. Citra swaps her staff again, attacking from the side.

Every blow is parried. Rowan knows he can't beat her at speed. He plays a strong defense instead. Citra can swing at him a thousand times- she won’t break through when they’re facing each other head-on. No opening with him. 

Citra circles around, and pretends to slow down. Rowan finally strikes. She blocks fast, then uppercuts with the other end of her staff. He swings again with a weak downward cross. Citra’s staff meets it with twice the force- his weapon recoils. Citra pivots on her lead foot, and thrusts her staff into his ribs. The impact makes him stumble.

She starts bearing down on him from the side. Rowan is met with a flurry of blows. He’s cornered, but she doesn’t relent. He moves completely on instinct as Citra drives up the pace. She tests his defense again and again. But even from a weak position, he can match her full strength. And Citra is easily frustrated. Rowan is caught off guard when she slams her weapon down- and vaults off the ground to kick the wind out of him with her knee.

She doesn't mean to pummel the shit out of him, but she miscalculates. Citra aims low to knock him down. Instead something cracks in his leg. It’s a nauseating sound. A blow like that would take out anyone. Rowan doesn't even wince.

Citra’s heart twists for a second in panic. He finally takes her by surprise. Citra barely blocks him on instinct. She stops fighting after that. Something else drives Rowan to keep going- she’s never seen him like this before. When he knocks her to the floor, she lets him. The ground shakes as Rowan slams the end of his weapon into the floor, just beside her head.

"Yield," he rasps. She does not do that. Citra stares up at him with wide eyes. She's gasping for air. They both are. 

"How are you still standing?!"

Rowan tilts his staff to the side and lets it fall, making sure it lands away from her. A second later he collapses. Citra rolls onto her side, and pushes herself up. She shuffles next to Rowan. Even with clothes on, she can see a distinct fracture where she landed a direct hit on his leg. Luckily there is no skin puncture, but it doesn't look good either.

"Why didn't you dodge that!?" Citra yells, more out of panic than anything else. He lays there for a moment, and does not move.

"Too slow, I guess," Rowan mumbles with his cheek against the floor.

The woman working at the training center hurries over.

“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters. “How bad is it?”

Citra prods his leg as lightly as possible with her fingertips. He hisses in pain, then lets out a shuddering breath. Citra has officially grievously injured or otherwise killed three out of the four important men in her life.

"Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry. Why did you keep going?"

Rowan mutters something incoherent. He didn't even notice he got the shit beat out of him. Maybe becoming immune to his own pain response is not ideal.

“I can call for a drone,” the woman tells them, “But we need to get him outside the building for it to pick him up.” 

“I can do that,” Citra says. The woman gives her a skeptical look.

“He'll be easier to carry with two people.”

“Fireman’s carry will work. I can do it myself,” Citra says.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“I only need to get him out of the building.”

The woman doesn’t even know why she’s surprised. The situation doesn’t call for starting an argument, so she doesn’t.

“Fine. I’ll call for help then.” She steps back, and pulls her phone out of her pocket.

“Okay, we’re doing this.” Citra turns Rowan over so that he’s laying flat on his back. 

“Can you move your leg?” Rowan tries, but his body stops him.

“One of them,” he answers. Citra manually pushes his knees up and stands over him. She anchors his feet to the ground with her own, so he doesn’t turn into a pinwheel when she tries to pull him.

“Give me your hand.” Rowan does, and Citra pulls until his arm is fully extended. She pauses right there. “I’m going to lift you up. Don’t put any weight on that leg.”

“I won’t.”

In one swift motion, Citra kneels, flips him completely onto her back, and grabs his non-injured leg with her other arm. She reaches around to grab his hand, pinning it to the same leg. Rowan doesn’t comprehend anything until Citra stands to her full height again. He just swoons from her strength.

“Are you okay?” she asks. She can’t see his face from the way she’s carrying him. Rowan makes some incoherent noise. He is now a potato sack with a view of Citra’s ass.

"Congratulations on winning that match," she says, even though he did not. "Your prize is a trip to the healing center."

"I win a date with my girlfriend?” he says weakly. Citra would normally shoot back her own quip, but she already fucked up for the day.

“Yeah, you do.”

#scythe #arc of a scythe #myposts #Things to learn from my fanfiction: ❌ How to use a weapon in combat ✅How to correctly lift an injured victim #congratulations to everyone who voted citra on my poll

[legal-graffiti]

Live on In Infamy

WAIT I HAVE A WRITING BLOG WHAT AM I DOING quick repost!!! This is crossposted to ao3! I had a lot of fun writing this! Aint nothin more romantic than killing and murder 💞✨🌈

In which Rowan wins the ring instead. 2k words.

~~~

“Now, and forevermore . . . Rowan Damisch shall wear the ring of scythehood, and bear the burden of all the ring entails.”

The room was dead quiet. Citra did not congratulate him. She didn't even look at him. He hadn't realized how much her silence would hurt. And he did not dare to look at her. Did she hate him for winning? Did she know how heartless he had been in their last trial? Did Citra know, as much as he did, how unworthy he was? He wondered how she had done last night.

It should've been Citra. It should've been her, rising as a new scythe, standing for wisdom and compassion. Citra, who would honor the scythedom with her service to humanity. There was no justice in this decision.

Scythe Mandela turned to him. “Have you chosen your Patron Historic?”

“I have, Your Honor.”

“Then take this ring I hold out to you, put it on your finger, and announce to the MidMerican Scythedom, and to the world, who you now are.”

To take the ring and put it on his finger was a cold affair. It was no prize, especially with the cost weighing on him. He held his hand up, as he had seen other ordained candidates do.

"I choose to be Scythe Lucifer," he said. Until now, the scythes had been silent in their disapproval. Now a murmur rose from the crowd. He knew why, of course.

"The fallen angel," Citra finally spoke. He shivered at the sound of her voice. After all this time, she still had that power over him. "From the Mortal Age."

"Because what he does today will live on in infamy," came from the crowd. The words had been close enough to hear, but too far to discern who said it. It was one part pity for Citra, and two parts disdain for Rowan.

"I choose Lucifer because it means 'bringer of light'. He opposed corruption, even within the ranks from which he came." A new wave of controversy echoed to the very edges of conclave. The half of them who hadn't suspected him for the deaths of Scythes Goddard, Rand, and Chomsky were now reconsidering. There was no evidence, of course. Only the newly ordained Scythe Lucifer, and the cold look in his eyes. Soon he would have bigger problems than the death of his second mentor.

"You know what you have to do," Scythe Mandela said.

"I do. I'll need a blade." It was brought forward without delay, as a prop is to a stage. Citra let out a shuddering breath, only audible to him.

Scythe Lucifer caught her eye before he reached for any weapon. For a moment, it wasn't the death and the pain that terrified Citra. He stared straight through her as he lifted his chin. There was not a single sign of remorse or fear. She knew then that she was wrong about him. This new disdain for her had never been a show. Scythe Curie had told her that he changed. That voice in her head that gave her a hundred sleepless nights- it was right all along. He would be glad to end her. Scythe Lucifer looked as indifferent to her death as glass is to the passing of light. She only hoped it would be quick. Citra could already taste the blood as she chewed through her cheek. No matter what she felt, she did not look away from him. He took three different knives from the tray. Not stabbing, then. Butchering. She took a deep breath and considered her last words.

"It is my honor to be gleaned by you, Scythe Lucifer." Despite everything, she meant it sincerely. After all, Scythe Faraday had chosen both of them.

He didn't respond to her. Instead, he faced the elegy of scythes. Rowan wanted, more than anything, to comfort Citra. It took all his will not to keep his eyes on her, to hold his gaze away for even a moment.

"Commandment Ten." Citra saw it all play out before he finished speaking. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She wasn't the only one to make the connection. Scythe Curie shot to her feet.

“Thou shalt be beholden to no laws beyond these," he continued. "Even edicts of the scythedom."

Shouts started ringing in their ears, both confused and angry. Some scythes stood to their feet. Some stayed in their seats, uncertain if he was serious, or shocked still.

"Rowan, what the hell are you doing?!" Citra said. But she saw the three blades flash in his hands. He planned this. Regardless of her own emotional or moral dilemmas, this was untenable. It was Rowan against the only human government left on the Earth.

"Let someone else glean her and get it over with!"

"No, the High Blade should make him do it!"

High Blade Xenocrates, for once, could not afford to be stunningly mediocre.

"You cannot oppose the scythedom!" he declared. Lucifer stepped closer to Citra. Citra was reminded of every other time he irritated her with his ill-begotten sense of chivalry. None of the scythes approached him. Apprehending a junior scythe was beneath them, especially one ordained perhaps two minutes ago. Scythe Curie was lost in the crowd. For once, she was at a loss, even if she was the first among them to realize what would happen. If she tried apprehending Rowan, she was willingly putting Citra to death. If she tried to help him, she was opposing the law of the scythedom, and making their situation worse.

"I suggest taking Miss Terranova into our custody until the scythe cooperates!" the Parliamentarian said.

Two members of the BladeGuard stationed closest to the rostrum stepped forward. They handled over-enthusiastic civilians, and maybe some Tonists. Being tasked with defending the only killers left, they had never faced one before. They lunged from both sides, trying to leave him with no opening. Lucifer took a calculated step back, throwing them off balance. He sliced both their throats open in one elegant arc. The bodies hit the ground, one after another like a drum beat.

Before anyone else could move, one of the scythes in the front rushed forward with their hidden weapons. Citra recognized them as having been ordained at the last conclave, likely trying to make a grab for recognition. What happened instead was Lucifer swerved their attack, and used the momentum of their own body to carve a blade deep into their chest. They only fell once he freed his weapon from their corpse.

Xenocrate's gavel was thrown aside.

"Where is the rest of the BladeGuard!" he bellowed. If the weapons were props, they were the actors. That was their cue. Citra threw herself between them and her unbidden knight.

"He'll kill you!" she shouted to them. "Stop it!" Their hesitation and the wary looks on their faces told her they already knew. They were obligated to go on. Lucifer sidestepped her and continued his efficient work.

He couldn't muster the force to push his blade between their ribs and into their hearts while facing multiple enemies. Anyone with a pulse in his vicinity had their throat slit instead. Even the bolder scythes were taking their chances now, but they were no match for him. Lucifer killed them just as easily. He had no qualms leaving them on the ground to writhe and bleed out. They attacked first.

Citra had her own contingency plan to save Rowan if she was ordained. But it wasn't like this. This was insanity. Citra had no intention of being taken into custody, just to die at another hand, nor of letting Rowan continue with his slaughter. For this to end, she would have to be gleaned. Citra grabbed two of her own blades from the tray. It was the first thing that caught Scythe Lucifer off-guard.

She slashed at his arm. Citra could've disarmed him completely, but it only left a deep cut instead. Lucifer stepped back from her, gripping the wound with his other hand. Warning shot received. Anyone with the audacity to take him on was deadish on the floor at their feet. Certainly reinforcements would be coming in. But for now, the rostrum and most of conclave had cleared out. Once again, it was the two of them facing off.

"Let me die in dignity! You're a scythe; you owe me that!" Citra said bitterly. It didn't make him resent the truth less.

"I can't," he told her, as if the very idea defied nature. He remembered the last conclave, the deep abyss in her eyes, the sound of her last breath. He couldn't do it again.

Rowan's gaze was imploring and desperate. Lovesick. Blood dripped down his wrists and soaked into the lines of his palms. He carried the blades like they were his own fingers. Then Scythe Lucifer brushed his finger over the ring, and remembered that he had authority now. He took her arm gently, and held his right hand up to her.

In that moment, she saw both sides of him.

"Kiss the ring," Scythe Lucifer commanded. If she did that, she would be complicit in fighting her gleaning. Ben was still under the scythedom's jurisdiction. Nothing horrified Citra more than the idea that her family might be gleaned in her place, while she would be untouchable for a year. She pressed her knife to his wrist, hard enough that he had to pull away or risk having his hand taken off.

"I refuse."

Rowan loved Citra, adored her completely. But there was something about the viscera, the deep scent of blood, about the fury he felt in that moment, even if it was not aimed towards her. Once again, he felt like a omen walking out from a burning chapel.

"I am a scythe," he said, he voice low and dangerous, "And if I see fit to grant you immunity, you will comply." Citra put distance between them, although there was no fear in her narrowed eyes. It was righteous anger and resignation instead. He regret it immediately. "Please. I'm only trying to save you."

Her last words were only loud enough for him to hear, and she already had the blade at her chest.

"I wish I had never taken the apprenticeship."

She was precise and efficient, as Scythe Curie had taught her. Citra sank it into her heart, gasping as it pierced. She couldn't sever the vessel, but it was enough. Rowan reached for her, as she knew he would. Her last effort went into pulling his hand to the hilt.

Rowan screamed as if it had been his own flesh. Strong arms caught her before she ever touched the floor. He laid her down, as gently as if she were a saint.

"No, no!" Her eyes fluttered closed. A pained whine escaped her lips, and he ached at the sound. Blood flowed from the wound, and Rowan couldn't staunch the flood. All it did was stain his hands more. His fingers curled into the dark coils of her hair. His knuckles went white, as if he could physically tether her to the living world.

He had made his peace with death, but not with a universe without Citra. The purpose of her life would be to lose this apprenticeship, to be made an example of, and to die by his unwilling hand. He couldn't let it be. There was only one more thing he could think to do.

He desperately pressed his ring to her lips, still warm with life. Rowan would never forget this- the weight of Citra's body on his lap. The sight of her blood and the glow of his ring, dyeing her face in red. In short order, Citra Terranova was granted one year of immunity from gleaning.

The next moment, she was deadish. Rowan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He leaned down and kissed her face, all of it blurred by his tears.

"You're okay. I've got you," he whispered to no one.

Revival center. Now.

#arc of a scythe #scythe #damn not me giving straight people rights 💀

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💡 REVIEW

Incredible, fascinating book. Lots of thoughts on empathy, compassion, personal growth, consequences, and what it means to be human when your mortality is no longer an issue. Parts of the book were a bit predictable, but it wasn’t so bad that it felt like lazy or cliché writing...it felt like good writing with consistent characterization and world building. 

The book ends on a cliffhanger, but the ending is also satisfying enough if you were to just read the one book by itself. I already own the next two books (hurray for box sets!) and I cannot wait to devour them.

Spoilers and predictions below. Please keep spoilers out of the comments!

 🗝️ THEMES

The pain of empathy

Humanity and the loss of innocence

Duty and honor vs. passion and desire

Emotional intelligence and vulnerability

Worthiness (and who decides worthiness & unworthiness)

📖 TROPES

Coming-of-age

Teenagers selected for special assignment (Chosen Ones)

Teen angst

Starcrossed lovers

Good guy wants to keep things as they are; bad guy wants systemic change

Political intrigue

Life-or-death stakes

📆 PREDICTIONS

Rowan & Citra are star-crossed and I’m sure the romance will grow, but there will absolutely be conflict; this will probably be the differences in their opinions on how to behave as scythes and what should be done about the more “progressive” members of the Scythedom

The Tonists are going to be a major plot point moving forward (possibly an uprising and a desire to return to mortality, or at least giving people the option to be mortal)

Curie & Faraday will fall in love again and end up gleaning each other

Goddard sympathizers will continue to push for limitless gleaning

Rowan will find Citra’s “old guard” ideals problematic and Citra will think Rowan is going too far gleaning Goddard sympathizers 

💬 QUOTES

“Scythes were no more supernatural than tax collectors in the grand scheme of things. They showed up, did their unpleasant business, and were gone.”

“It’s refreshing to be challenged. You have no idea how tedious it gets--the pandering, the obsequious flattery, the endless parade of sycophants. A slap in the face is bracing. It reminds me that I’m human.”

“We’re roughage. If we don’t cause a little intestinal distress, no one knows we’re there.”

“Good intentions pave many roads. Not all of them lead to hell.”

“Nothing we learn is useless.”

“Scythes wished to be seen as the many facets of light, not of darkness.”

“There are no accolades for the unworthy.”

“Motives can easily be beaten into weapons.”

“I live here not because of its extravagance, but because my presence here is the only way to preserve it.”

“It’s not about age, it’s about stagnation. Some people grow stagnant before they turn their first corner. For others it could take hundreds of years.”

“Learn how to show compassion in the face of tragedy. It was emotionally exhausting, but rewarding. It was preparing her to be a scythe.”

“The idea of irrevocable death without the controlled hand of a scythe was too much to bear for a world that had conquered mortality.”

“In a profession where conscience was a liability, who would want one?”

“I am legend. Yet every day I wish that I was not.”

“I think all young women are cursed with a streak of unrelenting foolishness, and all young men are cursed with a streak of absolute stupidity.”

“Although scythes may be the most powerful humans on Earth, they are also the most vulnerable.”

“There are times I feel I am fighting a losing battle against an old-fashioned apocalypse of the living dead.”

“He wanted to be a failure, because only by failing would he know that he held on to a shred of his humanity.”

“My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There’s no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.”

“Martyrs testify far more effectively than the living.”

“In our line of work we must hold on to every bit of honor we have.”

#aoas #scythe #bookreview #five stars #read #books

[windtowee]

Citra x Link

Cuddling fluff?

When Citra is having a bad day

Citra flopped onto the bed after a long day of keeping Link out of danger and away from death.

Link flopped down right next to her in a hug. He nuzzled into her neck and held her like a teddy bear.

“Sorry, Princess for putting up with my sorry ass…”

Citra just hummed in acknowledgment, being too tired to actually speak to him right now. So he just held her tighter.

“I love you…”

Citra didn’t respond but she did pull him closer which caused a small smile to grow on his face

[nwbeerguide]

Exclusives "Another Life" and "Mystic Shadows" are included in the latest edition of Firestone Walker Brewing's IPA Mixed Pack.

image courtesy Firestone Walker Brewing

Press Release

Paso Robles, CA:  Firestone Walker is rolling into summer with limited-edition releases of Another Life and Mystic Shadows, two new treasure beers available exclusively in the brewery’s second round of IPA Mixed Packs for 2023.  

The canned Firestone Walker IPA Mixed Pack featuring Another Life is rolling out now to all Firestone Walker markets and locations. This pack also includes Hopnosis, Mind Haze and Union Jack. 

Concurrently, a parallel bottled IPA Mixed Pack featuring Mystic Shadows is rolling out to the California, Arizona and Nevada markets. This pack also includes Hopnosis and Union Jack. 

Another Life: Cold IPA | 6% ABV

Greet the sun with Another Life—a bright blonde Cold IPA featuring a blend of Citra, El Dorado, Centennial and Chinook hops. Melding classic Pacific Northwest hop flavors of citrus and pine with new age notes of pineapple and watermelon candy, this is a crisp, clean IPA that’s built for summertime enjoyment. “We brewed this beer with a simple bill of pilsner malt and rice and fermented it with lager yeast to create a true-to-form Cold IPA,” said Brewmaster Matt Brynildson. “The Pacific Northwest hops shine through while the mouthfeel stays light, refreshing and perfectly cold.”

Mystic Shadows: New Zealand IPA | 6% ABV

Mystic Shadows is a new-age showcase for New Zealand hops. A light malt base provides the perfect canvas to feature these captivating hop varieties, lending notes of white gummy bear, blue raspberry, strawberry, green mango and bubblegum. This is a lighter-bodied, crushable IPA with a unique hop profile. “We blended a few of our favorite New Zealand hops, Nelson and Motueka, with a couple of other newer discoveries called Rakau and Moutere,” Brynildson said. “We had just enough supply to create this limited release, which blends West Coast style with Southern Hemisphere character.”

Hopnosis: Cold IPA | 6.7% ABV

Hopnosis is the culmination of Firestone Walker’s 15-year quest to master the IPA style. Brewed with Mosaic Cryo Hops®, Hopnosis is a seamless, aromatic and explosively tropical beer, employing Cold IPA brewing techniques to create an ultimate new-school expression of a West Coast IPA. The resulting beer delivers pure hop character with minimal bitterness, loaded with flavors of mango, passionfruit, white grape and lychee.

Mind Haze: Hazy IPA | 6.2% ABV

From the coast of California comes Mind Haze, a free-spirited beer made to elevate your perceptions—juicy, fresh and loaded with an imaginative array of tropical hop flavors. This is a hazy IPA done the Firestone way. Mind Haze is ultimately a beer that breaks the mold with explosive hop aromas; juicy, fruity flavors; and a true hazy-style mouthfeel.   

Union Jack: West Coast IPA | 7% ABV

Huge flavor that packs a punch. This is Union Jack—an icon of the West Coast IPA style, for those who like their beer loud and proud. Union Jack is the IPA that helped blaze the trail for the revolutionary West Coast style. Named for the British Lion who co-­founded the brewery, Union Jack is intensely hoppy yet eminently drinkable from start to finish. A fad-proof IPA for any hop head.

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 Founded by brothers-in-law Adam Firestone and David Walker in 1996, Firestone Walker Brewing Company is a California beer company with three innovative brewing facilities. Firestone Walker’s main brewery in Paso Robles produces a diverse portfolio ranging from iconic pale ales to vintage barrel-aged beers. The Barrelworks facility in Buellton makes eccentric wild ales, while the Propagator pilot brewhouse in Venice specializes in R&D beers and limited local offerings. Firestone Walker is also the brewery behind 805, one of the nation’s fastest-growing beers. Firestone Walker was recently named “Best American Brewery of the Decade” by Paste Magazine.

from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/43DzTne

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[happyhealthycats]

"Hey Citra."

[Dial up noises.]

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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Wanita Hutan Part 2- Boromir x OC

Boromir x Citra

Description: Boromir doesn’t know how to stay down after battle, which understandably upsets Citra. 

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He’s gone. Boromir was gone. Not dead gone though. He was literally missing from his bed in the healing wing of the MapleElm palace. Any happiness Citra had coursing through her veins vanished instantly, now replaced with panic. That wasn’t right. He should have been resting, he had literally died after all. 

It had been only a few weeks after the Fellowship of the Ring had left MapleElm. The Wanita Hutan had been recruited by Gandalf via letter to aid Rohan in a battle in Helm’s Deep against a new army of Sauron called the Uruk-hai. Though the Wanita Hutan had never associated with any other kingdom for the most part, the desperation in Gandalf’s letter is what moved the Queen to agree to offer aid, and sent out soldiers. 

Citra had been a part of the group of soldiers sent, being there to assist the healers in anything they’d need. On their way there, someone (Citra wasn’t quite sure who) exclaimed that there was a boat from Lothlorien floating down the great river Anduin, which the soldiers had been following on their way to Helm’s Deep. Something was off about it though. Why was it empty? The soldiers looked amongst themselves, then decided to reign it in after a brief debate. Citra watched curiously, then was shocked to hear that it was the Steward of Gondor that she had professed her love to just a few weeks ago. It was Boromir. 

At first, she was heartbroken. She hadn’t known pain as much as when she witnessed Boromir laying dead in the boat with his sword in his hands. Three small wounds adorned his body, most likely from arrows. The more Citra stared at him, the more tears began to blur her vision. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Reza, the captain of their fleet, rested a hand on her arm. The woman offered her a sympathetic smile that she couldn’t bear to look at while she said that they had to move on if they were to reach Helm’s Deep in time. Citra hesitated, but ultimately nodded and began walking towards her horse when she heard a fairy healer speak. 

“He’s still alive,” she said, sounding shocked. In an instant Citra whipped around and demanded that she explain herself. The healer, Rayla, said that she could still hear a very faint heartbeat deep within him. He was still alive! Without a second thought Citra turned to Reza, begging that he be taken to MapleElm and healed. Reza was very hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed. Citra went back to the forest with them, though she wasn’t allowed in his room as the healers began working their magic. 

It was nearly a full twenty-four hours before the healers were able to bring him back and stabilize him. Thankfully Queen Indah very graciously excused Citra from her position so she could be with Boromir while his body did the rest of the healing. And she refused to leave the man’s side. Every single day she sat with him from the moment the sun came up to when the entirety of MapleElm was already in bed. While there she decided to talk to him, hoping vainly that he would wake up from hearing her voice. Topics ranged from her talking about her day to her silently begging him to wake up, wanting to see his gorgeous blue eyes she so adored. 

The best day of her life was when Boromir woke up. It had been a seemingly normal day. Citra had been taking a break from her daily talks with Boromir when it happened. Granted, it was only for a few seconds, but in those few seconds that he had been vaguely conscious, he said a single word. 

“Citra,” he breathed out weakly, which made her almost jump out of her seat as she moved closer to him. For a moment she thought that it had been a hallucination, but then Rayla ran in saying that she could hear Boromir’s heartbeat spike for a split second before returning to its normal slow pace. Citra most definitely didn’t want to leave his side after that. 

But then Queen Indah had gotten word from King Theoden (under suggestion from the Fellowship) about the battle that would be taking place in Pelennor Fields right outside of Gondor and was requesting aid from the Wanita Hutan. Because Denethor, the reigning Steward of Gondor, hadn’t been the one to send the call for aid, Queen Indah was hesitant to comply. It wasn’t until they also received word from Gandalf begging for her help that she finally began sending out soldiers once again. 

Only few were left behind in MapleElm, those being the ones who hadn’t been trained for battle yet and a few healers that would help when the Wanita Hutan returned. Citra wasn’t a part of either of those categories, so she was forced to fight as well. She begged Queen Indah to let her stay, to let her be with Boromir until he awoke, but to no avail. Every available soldier was needed, so off she went with the others. 

The battle ended up being successful! The Wanita Hutan had provided enough aid that Gondor reigned victorious as the One Ring had been destroyed by Frodo. Celebrations were shared between everyone before the soldiers began going their separate ways to tend to the wounded as well as prepare for King Aragorn’s future coronation. The Wanita Hutan were all in good spirits as they returned to the MapleElm Forest, where the Queen and council were there to celebrate with them before going off to discuss something. As the excitement began to die down Citra decided to go check on Boromir and hopefully tell him the good news (if he was awake) which is what led her to this point.

Citra ran through the halls of the MapleElm palace in a panicked state. Netra wasn’t far behind her, though she was trying to calm her sister down rather than panic as well. The elder Underlake burst into the throne room, where the Queen and council were discussing something, likely the trip they would be taking to Gondor. Upon the girl’s abrupt entrance, they instantly quieted down and faced her in shock. 

“Citra,” Annisa started, but was further surprised when the girl cut her off (something that she never did). 

“Where is he?” She demanded, alarmed and sounding as if she were on the verge of tears. “Where has the Steward of Gondor gone? Has he-” 

“Citra,” Indah called firmly, instantly silencing the girl. She stood from her throne and walked towards her, ultimately resting her hands on her shoulders when she reached her. 

“Sir Boromir hasn’t been in MapleElm for almost a month,” she explained, which made the girl freeze in place. “He thanked us for our help in his revival, informed us that he was going to go fight for Gondor as well as look for you, then left when the final fleet of Wanita Hutan left the forest.” Citra had no idea what to say. She was expecting them to say that his health had ultimately failed and he had passed while she was gone fighting. The absolute last thing she anticipated was them saying that he had willingly left while he should still have been resting. 

“What?” She asked, almost breathlessly. “But…but I thought that he was still healing.” 

“He was, but he insisted on fighting as well. It’s not like we could really force him to stay, Citra.” Logically, she knew that the Queen had made a logical point, but that didn’t make her any less upset. Without another word she walked out of the throne room, actively moving out of her sister’s reach. 

Her mind was reeling with this information. Surely Boromir hadn’t been that idiotic that he ran blindly into battle without being fully healed, right? Wrong. Despite her continuing to look for him, she knew that he was too valiant to not fight in arguably one of the biggest battles in all of Middle Earth. But she didn’t want to believe it because that meant two things: 1) there was a very high chance that they literally crossed paths and didn’t know/realize it, and 2) there’s also a huge chance he died in the battle. She didn’t even want to consider the second part, it was just too painful. Yet, it was still a very real possibility. He likely hadn’t been fully healed before he went off to battle, and that would hinder him significantly against the enemy. Citra felt her heart shatter into a million pieces for the second time in a matter of months. 

Citra stood at the forefront of the Wanita Hutan in the Pelennor Fields along with Indah and her council. A proud look appeared on her face as Gandalf placed the crown on Aragorn’s head. It truly looked like it belonged there.

“Now come the days of the King,” the wizard announced with a proud smile. “May they be blessed.” The entire field erupted in cheers and applause. Aragorn, meanwhile, walked up the steps and turned towards the crowd. 

“This day does not belong to one man, but to all,” he announced, holding his arms out a bit. “Let us together rebuild this world, so that we may share in the days of peace.” That caused the people to cheer and clap once more. Petals began falling down upon everyone, which made the scene all the more magical. She tore her gaze away from Aragorn as he began to sing the song of Elendil and her eyes scanned the crowd idly. 

After he sang, he began walking towards the people. Faramir and Eowyn bowed low to him followed by Eomer. Once he returned the gesture, he faced the Wanita Hutan. 

“Words cannot express how grateful we are for all of your help during our journey,” the King spoke truthfully, bowing to her as he had done to Faramir, Eowyn and Eomer just moments ago. “Thank you.” Indah stepped forward then bowed to him, followed by the rest of the Wanita Hutan in thanks for his kind words. Wordlessly, he beckoned Citra forward, which she did after shooting a confused glance at Indah, who offered her a knowing smile. 

“There is someone waiting for you to your left,” he muttered just loud enough to hear before moving away. Citra only became more confused, that is until she turned to her left. Her eyes widened as she realized someone she held very dear to her heart was standing there, watching her with a patient smile. Instantly the rest of the world fell away to Citra as she stared at him in shock. 

“Boromir,” she whispered. It was as if the man could hear her voice because he held his arms out for her. Without a second thought she began walking over to him, gradually picking up her pace until she was almost running at him with full force. She slowed herself down just before she reached him so that she wouldn’t knock him over, then basically jumped into his still open arms. 

“I can’t believe it,” she whimpered, looking up at him through her happy tear-filled eyes. “You’re alive.” 

“I am,” he whispered, a bright smile gracing his face. “And so are you. You look absolutely radiant, Citra.” The girl blushed at his compliment, then shook her head amusedly. 

“You are the only one I know that could almost die twice in a row then flirt with me right after seeing me.” 

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t find it charming,” he retorted, mimicking her mirth. The girl shrugged, hugging him closer to her. 

“Maybe so,” she muttered before her amused expression molded into a more vulnerable one. “I missed you so much.” 

“And I missed you as well. Every moment without you felt like an eternity. And now that there is no longer a threat to us, I can finally say that I love you without fear.” Citra’s heart soared at his words, and without thinking she leaned up and kissed him passionately. He was quick to reciprocate it, but was ultimately the one to pull away for air. Citra didn’t mind though, she simply rested her forehead against his as a sign of affection. 

“I love you too,” she muttered genuinely, receiving a chuckle in response before he pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her even closer as they turned back to the King. Nothing could ever dampen Citra’s mood ever again because he had kept his promise. Boromir had returned to her.

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[polhmatic]

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[thedaily-beer]

Bear Republic’s Citra! Citra! Double IPA (Picked up at Windmill Farms). A 3 of 4. A nice old-school big IPA with lots of, as you might guess, Citra notes. A lot of citrus peel and grapefruit pith, as well as some candy-like fruit notes. A bit boozy and bitter in places and, while not prominent, a malt sweetness that helps balance.

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