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freaks-and-facades-ravenloft · 1 year

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Freaks & Facades: The Introduction

Welcome one and all, to the beginning of Freaks & Facades, a 3e/3.5 Ravenloft campaign written recap series! I am your humble avatar of the Dark Powers, @aboleth-eye!

My amazing players are my d&d and ttrpg friends from my main blog’s discord, brought together across time zones (and even national borders) every two weeks to face the challenges I am compelled to set before them.

**Warning: this is a d&d horror setting campaign recap, there will be dark subjects touched upon. Currently we do not wish to delve into any truly adult topics, the horror is expected to be Rated T for Teens as of writing this.

**Multiple ttrpg safety net tools have been made available to our players, but as we are sharing this to the public we will do our best to tag our content to warn against possible triggers.

**Please do not hesitate to request additional tags and warnings, this project is run by one person with some friends so we will do our best to keep things updated and safe for a general audience.**

Below the cut, meet the Host, the Player Cast and the Premise!

The Host

A humble worldbuilder and sculptor of adventure, Aboleth Eye has been hosting games of the beloved tabletop roleplaying Dungeons & Dragons for over 10 years. They started sharing their thoughts and love of fantasy and tabletop roleplaying games through tumblr in 2015. Ever since, Aboleth-Eye has continued to evolve their ways of sharing their hyperfixations and inspirations. They are a stalwart believer in crediting artists, writers and all creators for their original work! They are also obsessed with tagging every post to high heaven, mostly to help creative minds find things they love. :-)

Classic Ravenloft (Sword & Sorcery) is their absolute favorite setting for Dungeons & Dragons. They are only a mostly-eternal Dungeon Master between multiple overlapping groups of players, and they love to create content for new D&D 3e/3.5 races, classes, etc. to share. They are extremely privileged to have gathered together fantastic and creative people to be a part of this project.

Inspired by several S&S Ravenloft modules and sourcebooks (as well as a re-listen to The Magnus Archives), Aboleth-Eye has gathered friends new and old alike to survive the gothic fantasy. They host the game every two weeks, recaps written by them with the aid of the players.

Dungeon Master - @aboleth-eye / @aboleth-workshop; AbolethEye on twitter

The Player Cast

In alphabetical character name order below, from whence their characters started the campaign:

Channa Devir - human duskblade - @aureliagaming

Fenri Sunwillow - halfling cleric - Redbrown (not on socials, recently a guest on Random Encounter Productions PvP tourneys)

Ludwig Hossler “Schrödinger” - human boneblade - @atlysium

Pryrrish Norfaer - star elf warlock - @moonstruck-vixen

Solange Therese Charron - banshee caliban gravedigger - @owldork1998 (owldork1 on Twitter)

The Premise

In the year 752 BC on the Core of Ravenloft, on an especially misty night, five strangers arrive at a mysterious tavern by unorthodox means. Each of these strangers, some plucked from realms far beyond the Domains of Dread, experienced great horror before their arrival. They pursued, fled from and sacrificed themselves to their fears and have all come together for purposes unknown. All strangers and outsiders in their own right, wearing masks of incompetence, delusion and apathy to hide their innermost selves.

What do the cards have in store for these strangers?

What to the Dark Powers have in store for these five Freaks?

Why did they arrive in the mysterious tavern? How will their adventures, starting in the elegantly bilious realm of Dementlieu, bring them together? Or will they be torn apart by the pull of the Dark Powers in the land of mad opulence?

Stay tuned. We welcome our audience to watch these adventures unfold!

**thunder crash, lightning flash!**

Love, Aboleth Eye

#Freaks & Facades #fandf #Aboleth Eye #Ravenloft #ttrpgs #tabletop games #dungeons & dragons #d&d #d&d recap #my campaign #Freaks and Facades

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deepintoforestwego · 6 years

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Oblivion at bay

The Prince has worse day.

To explain, to those unaware- Lost Prince can only have worse days, because every day is bad day for him. Never does smile cross his features, never does laugh find it’s way from his throat, never does ache leave his bones, never does he find motivation to do anything but languish. Sometimes he spends centuries sitting in one spot, frozen silent, frown marring his face, and not a sound comes from him, not a twitch of muscle. Nothing can move him- world could burn, planes could break, and Prince would sit there, apathetic and uncaring.

So he can only get worse. There are days, ages he spends cupping his face and sobbing (none know for what, and perhaps neither does he), curling in ball and screaming, fainting from exhaustion and tearing his immortal flesh in panic (there is no blood, just darkness and dust beneath ever healing skin). His followers know this quickly- when pale, faded world around them goes gray, when kingdom that is always faraway no matter where you are going from becomes utterly hidden, when sky rains leaden tears, when broken tower starts falling apart even more, when abandoned corpse of city around it rots into dust, when shadows wail, and each inhabitant feels a gap inside themselves, something no food or treasure or person can feel, when ravens mourn and black earth bleeds.

(A note, to remember about lands of Faerie, which you may call First World, Feywild, Elphame or however you prefer- you can judge mood and fate of ldest lords by their domains. Some will tell you that power of archfey is so great that it forces capricious realms to bend to them and their feelings and wishes, others will claim that minds and lives of shapers are intervened with their kingdoms. Third will yet say that Lords and Ladies are but avatars through which land speaks, while fourth yet claim that holdings of Feywild’s almost-but-not-quite gods are just pieces of them thrown up outside. Perhaps none are right, or maybe they all are at same time, or it depends on Lord in question. It doesn’t explain quite bit about mercurial and whimsical nature of their servants-it isn’t easy being dryad in world where sunlight and seasons depend on your ruler’s relationship stability, which is also why all of them meddle in their monarch’s personal lives far too much to be safe or sane).

As first strangled whine left his mouth, so did each thing, a fey and mortal and demigod and beast (no plants, not anymore, not safe enough) cry out in horror and warning, and rush towards throne room- which is never in same place, and in these situations tends to hide away, to shield away Melancholy Lord from prying of others, and from it’s deep seated fear of him maybe ever getting better- after all, it is house built on mourning, and abandonment, and fact there is only one being that sees value in it’s shattered walls and broken roofs. Recovery would take it away.

Still, those fresh and mortal to this land of loss and pity still hope and pray to deities so far away, that they will soon fully leave, that land is not part of Prince, and that it can be convinced to reveal him, for neither does it want him to suffer and harm himself, or if tower is a part of him that there is piece of Prince that wants to be helped, so they run and hope.

Girl who arrives, without realizing at first, is mostly human, with bit of touch of Outsiders- grandmother of her grandparent’s grandfather was a banshee, who grew too close to her clan ( it could make him some sort of divine Father, she thinks, for they say banshees were screamed in existence when Lost Prince realized his mortal followers died, bound to watch and mourn their descendants). Her head is bald, her eyes gold and silver, her clothes wildly colourful, as if she was wearing carnival tent, and there are vials of poison around her belt, and deaths on her blade, innocent and guilty both.

,, My Lord. How can I help?’’ She asks, kneeling low before man who would look almost pretty and wholly gaunt and mostly human if not for red markings ghastly burning on his skin, like coal slowly dying (they like to believe those are symbols, that there is meager joy left in him that they can light up again) and empty eyes, holes filled with void that predated cosmos.

‘‘Get lost!’‘ He snips at her, words as bitter and painful as taste of nightshade, a barbed wire, or thorns sinking in veins. there is force in them, though they are quiet and cold, that makes skin ripple and wind whip at her face. She doesn’t care- Lost Prince never has kind word for anybody, but what it matters when he feeds you, helps you bury your sisters, finds you home, saves you from prison, all in different unremarkable guises until you put together pieces and find way into Feywild and beg yourself in his service.

‘‘ My Lord, what do you need?’‘ She asks again, watching man in front of her, whose age she can’t really guess, somewhere between sixteen and fifty ( in appearance at least), who is breathing harshly, muddy tears running down his cheeks and burning and melting stone below, barely hanging on his throne, hair messy and hands around knees. It is worthless question, but still she asks- they tried everything, brought therapists from every plane and time, but nothing could help this sorrow that existed for itself, that had no name and no history. Still, they have to hope.

‘‘To leave me.’‘ He almost spits, after what might have been minutes or hours.He doesn’t know he doesn’t see, he cries and is lost in fading memories, but he can’t remember name, anything before this tiredness and pain, nothing else.

‘‘‘...I see. If you need us...’‘ he is rude, and cold Lord, but each member of his court has been saved in secrecy, and never has he tried to claim credit for that. Who knows how more he has actually saved, who never realized that. There is no creature here that wouldn’t die for him, whether in battle or by hanging themselves after his despair seeps in them too.

‘‘I won’t. Now please leave me alone.’‘ He begged them, commanded them, go, leave, leave me and this awful cursed place alone, but they wouldn’t, they insist on thanking him, on serving him, as if he wanted that, as if he would have hid his identity if he wanted to call in life debt (how many has he amassed, and let slip through his fingers as ones he saved lived good and happy lives, unlike his peers, who would have bound them unto eternal service).

,,And...sorry.’’ he whispers as doors close, and word spreads through his domain, and girl gets idea.

‘‘You are not one of mine. Not yet. Why are you here?’‘ The Green Mother asks, her bark skin perfectly chiseled, her dress of thorny vines creeping and moving, flowers growing and withering on it. She is beautiful, in way old tree near her former home was, in way flowers bursting through pavement are. Not a grandiose, elevated beauty that is glorious and frightening and overloads senses, but patchwork of ordinary and pretty thing cobbled together in something alluring and subtle. But she is a wooden statue, green thorns growing from her, with hands strong enough to crush skulls, and magic even greater.

‘‘Your Majesty, I am here to bring you information.’‘ The Feasting Flower is one of queens of Faerie. Not like Tiandra, painted by greatest artists with summer’s sun in her palm and costly spear tinged with blood of thousands, or Queen of Air and Darkness, whispered about by frightened mothers and weary travelers, winds searing through night at her command, thousands murdered by winter’s bite at her glance. She is thing of fields and deep woods, sang in ballads of peasants and bored, thief of babies and owner of hundred mortal lovers, not goddess bestowing favor upon virtuous knights and forcing Feywild to bend beneath her scorching fist, not plotter of frozen heart that topples empires, unleashing armies of dark upon world. And not any lesser and safer for that. Just smaller and more common interest. Which may in fact be more awful.

‘‘Are you? Then go on. I hope it is worth my time-you may be rewarded for that.’‘ Or punished otherwise. They call her in mortal world many things, sometimes slut and succubus’s sister and temptress. But carnal acts of lust and seduction are just an aspect of hers. She is intrigues woven in caves beneath earth, growth and decay of plantlife, the charming appeal of evil. Even her seduction is more of that of venus flytrap. She is hungry for secrets as she is for flesh and hearts, in literal and metaphorical meaning equally. Her tight smile is that of mafia boss, of information broker, and she is covered in green and red, like emeralds and blood.

‘‘My Lord-The Lost Prince- is feeling worse then usual. Me and several others have thought that maybe..’‘‘ The thorns writhe and dance, and trees burst in fruits and sap flows freely as girl suffocates from pollen, and Green Mother smiles wide and bloody. The Eldest of fey have lived for long time, and been many things to each other. The Green Mother has bedded each of them, and found sour and sorrowful Lost Prince worst and hardest-for hardly it could be called sex, as she laid over his bare and unmoving body, and he stared in emptiness. Seductress she is, and creature of pride, and she vowed she will show him pleasure that will snap him out of his melancholy. A obsession and hunger that slowly twisted in need to have him adore her, to possess him by whatever means possible.

‘‘Oh? Really? Lovely, perfect in fact. Well then, that is useful information. I would be glad to help- as for you, no poison of your planet’s herb will work on you, nor shall thorns cut your skin, and neither will treants or similar raise a branch against you, and dryads will know you as friend.’‘ The girl’s eyes are wide, but she nods and quickly mutters something in gratitude (not thank you, never that, she isn’t stupid) before running away, moving through still trees, which aren’t taller then mountains or full of diamond flowers and impossible fruits, but are still thick and would tear her apart in heartbeat if their capricious mistress demanded so.

It is truth of life that it always adapts. Lost Prince’s sorrow wrecks the tower, and they learn to live around it. Some leave, some die, some remain, more come, for still Prince helps as he cries. It is one day that they feel arrival, something old and powerful and wild tearing through magics hiding their joyless kingdom from all others, forcing Feywild to reveal demiplane of Crumbling Tower to it.

The doors of tower-one of them- are old wood, rotten and broken, and realm they were grown at is not there anymore. Parts of it turn to dust, others to black mush, held together by rusting metal, but they burst open, wood stretching and shifting, growing younger and greater, rejecting it’s chains, warping until it is young and healthy and alive, with heavy crowns and roots tearing apart stone.

‘‘AND MAMA HAS ARRIVED!’‘ Voice shouts so strong every creature, from giants to microbes knows it. Green Mother stands at entrance, waving, fueled with strength of joy that still can’t make her smile seem warm or her eyes soft, each movement obvious and overly dramatic. She struts along, roots and thorns growing in her steps, cloud of pollen spreading and making everybody cry and choke and flail until they are red in face, and withering once she passes away, not decaying as plants do, turning orange and brown then drying out, but crumbling in dust in seconds, for Green Mother is creature of desire and energy, sensuality and growth, and neither can be found here.

‘‘Hello. What do you need?’‘ Lost Prince asks once it becomes clear she won’t leave, when flowers bloom from his throne. He doesn’t call her by her name, or title, but in language of archfey elder then sylvan, a set of images and impressions describing her.

A dank cave, filled with dirt and clay and dust, stench of decay of decomposing plants, ready to give birth to new life, spiders crawling across walls.

A flower rises from earth. Brilliant and soft red-green, petals wide and spotted, full of pollen. Bees and butterflies come to it, and when they fly down they can’t leave, and it swallows them whole, as it does same to humans and fiends and fey.

There is man, and he is beautiful and wealthy and liar and has voice like honey, and he plans and plots and weaves his webs, and baits unhappy wives and daughters and sisters to his bed, because he has wild urges he will never let go unsatisfied, and he makes them pawns, and he becomes king and there is sea of blood and tears and so many lost, so many unmarked graves, oh the orphans...

‘‘Me? Whatever is needed at the moment. Now, only your smile and affection, my dear.’‘ She moves slowly, but swags and shakes her body (and who knows how it may seem to him, and he to her- for archfey know the truth of each other’s forms, even as they shift themselves in strangest ways. He thinks it reasonable to her to model herself after elves and dryads, for she is closest to them and has had hand in their history many times, and she finds it quaint and sweet how he makes himself in human, for they live so short and but a few will be known and remembered). And him too she calls by his nature.

A historian, old and grey, stands alone in library combs their way through artifacts found beneath ruins of civilization whose name nobody knows, and they takes books of their predecessors and colleagues and pick information from them, and travel through past, recalling what they know and have learnt about symbols found inscribed at walls.

They called children insane, called them abnormal and weird and unnatural, because their brain was missing few steps and didn’t work the same and it was easier to scream then to figure out way to accommodate, and so they made them mad, screaming and broken and crying and never speaking, when all they needed was rest, to calm down and clear mind and filter out so many emotions.

There is a queen, and she keeps her tears inside even as her grief crushes her, for she thought her beautiful husband loved her, but he is cruel king and liar, but she must make her family, her line, all who came before her proud, so she swallows down her pain and lets herself become symbol of loss and pain and strength, lets people put her on pedestal as he screams and hits and cuts her, only as long as she can keep pieces of his rage away from people...

‘‘You won’t find it then. You have wasted your time.’‘ He still breathes unevenly, and cries, and his episode weight heavily on all, even on her, who would have almost shuddered from pain and loss and something like shadow of regret if her power wasn’t as great, if her hunger wasn’t as deep, and if she didn’t remember time before this, when he could be happy. It is thankful that archfey can speak to each other by mind and meaning, for he wouldn’t be able to get a word out as much as he cries.

‘‘Are you sure? I’m good at digging out things people don’t even know they had.’‘ She shakes her body and puts her hands around his neck. Subtlety is lost on one such as him, and if she had human ideals she would have been ashamed of acting like some unskilled, fresh strumpet, but she is hungry thing and means never matter. She looks at him, and wonders whether he has sexual or romantic desires at all, which would mean she would have to make herself his best friend or surrogate sister or something. It is hard to figure him out, when he has desire for nothing, only some strange duty to help the helpless and remember forgotten. It is awful and makes her leaves turn brown at thought of help without debt, without betrayal and regret, but that is why it is so alluring-perhaps he could teach her something too.

‘‘Like this! A great kingdom, known all over it’s realm-now nothing but dust, because it’s emperor became lich, called upon Old Ones and tried to ascend to godhood. You know, classic. But I preserved it’s capitol. Only for you.’‘ She hands him a glass globe, and inside is truly beautiful capitol, and he holds it and watches ruined buildings, watches bodies covering them, hands of dead clutching each other.

‘‘ I see... I think I heard of this. Some centuries ago-yet already ti is gone from memory. had some very unusual trees.’‘ She smiles wider, grasping for compliment, feeling proud of herself, as he stares on thorns and brilliant red flowers covering city, as he stares on all dead families and destroyed buildings.

‘‘I will gift you for this. Now leave my domain.’‘ he stops crying, and she counts it as win, as he stares at globe, hands shaking. With a mimicked kiss she leaves, planning how to continue this ‘‘romance.’‘

‘‘My Lord?’‘ An old woman comes, dressed in colourful clothes, eyes silver and gold. Prince says nothing, just goes over and hugs her, tight and strong, face frowning and eyes narrowed, hands cold, but he isn’t crying as he puts his head over hers, as he gives her globe and says look.

She doesn’t regret it.

#d&d #pathfinder #crossover #fantasy fic #faeries #for my friend owldork1998 #a pathfidner eldest s adapted in dnd archfey

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grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales · 5 years

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Anybody interested in fairy tale/folklore/myths discord server?

Me and my friend @amalagam discussed it some time ago, and would anybody be interested in (and have suggestions for name) for discord dealing with different lore? It would have chats for illustrations and art, retellings (non Disney ones, possibly organized as movies books animation etc), writer’s chat, chat about analysis, creatures, jokes and memes, and other suggestions... So would anybody be up for it?

Tagging: @amalagam, @owldork1998, @laskulls, @kiarazuri, @beanstalked, @surroundedbyselcouth, @lady-janet, @girlwithouthands, @tomtefairytaleblog, @fierce-little-miana , @jr4cats

#ideas people?#what you think?

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nyodrite · 6 years

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@becausemyfriendskeptasking said:

BYE IM YELLING THIS IS ABSOLUTELY THE GREATEST THING

THANKS I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT

@kunoichi-ume said:

okay I am onboard.

Yessss, join usssss

@kitsune0neko said:

Yyyaaaaaaaaaaaay! I really like this. Especialky bc dragons r awesome and a love for them would totally transcend death.

This is absolute truth, dragons are awesome and love of dragons transcends such flimsy barriers such as d e a t h

@seladorie said:

... i didn't know i needed this but i do

i want this so bad

i wanna see this team 7 meet kakashi

i want charlie!sakura to needle sasuke ONLY to see his fire dragon technique

plz

*CACKLES* REVENGE!

Kura meeting Kakashi would be a bit like, "HAVE YOU BEEN TO KIRI? DO YOU KNOW THE MIZUCHI MYTH? HAVE YOU SEEN OTHER DRAGON-BASED JUSTU? WHERE DID THEY ORIGINATE? HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE EXISTENCE OF A REAL LIVE DRAGON?"

While Kakashi is internally just,,,okay so apparently this one is obsessed with scaly, sparky flapper cryptids but at least she's not a fangirl??

@ruelukas22 said:

oh wow O.O senpai noticed me!

Does this mean you’re actually going to fic it? Because that could be amazing!

Would anyone else be reincarnations?!

How does Charlie like being an only child?

Does he refer to himself as a he in actual conversations sometimes?

Does he get a wild hair cut?

Does he like kunoichi classes?

We see the beginning of him interacting with Naruto, how does that continue, does he like Kurama and the other Bijuu? (“Giant, village destroying creatures. I love them.” “Honestly Sakura…”)

What does he think of giant summons? (“Sakura! The snake is trying to kill you, stop fawning over it!”)

.....sen...pai..? .....suddenly i feel more powerful then ever before.

Tentative yes on a fic but, whoa do I get distracted easily.

As for any other reincarnations, no? Not here, but @owldork1998 and @cassandrasdreamworld and I did talk about two people being reincarnated as Sakura around the same time. In fact there was talk about Charlie being reincarnated as Sakura while Newt Scamander was reincarnated as Inner Sakura.

Being an only child after being one of many is kind of lonely, but there's Ino whose kind of like a sister and who comes as part of a package deal with Shikamaru and Chouji so Kura makes do with pseudo-siblings.

While it wouldn't really matter or be noticed in English, since personal pronouns like don't lean towards a gender, Kura does do that. Kura's personal pronoun is "ore" all around instead of the expected "watashi", it's chosen simply because it's shorter and thus easier to say. This does, however, kind of affect things.

it's been, due to the time spent together at the academy, normalized for Kura's generation - in fact some of the younger girls at the academy start doing the same

ninja, on a whole, really don't care because there could be worse quirks for the kid to have - like peeping in bath houses, or wearing green spandex

clanfolk, even ninja ones, kinda do a double take but are generally just huh, alright then.

older people, even ninja, like the Council are disapproving it's partially about propriety but mostly about this fool kunoichi will endanger the mission if she is ever to go undercover or otherwise infiltrate some place

civilians range from shrugging it off as "ninja weirdness" or being scandalized, Kura's parents (who are in fact civilian in this) are on both sides - father shrugs it off and is even amused, mother is Not Happy

there's also little, awkward side conversations with first Iruka then Kakashi about if Kura is experiencing gender dysphoria and if it were better to use different pronouns or look into having a sex change

Wild hair? Kind of? Less cut though. Kura's hair is long, it is messy and pulled into a ponytail until it eventually grows so long - takes so long to clean in the shower - that Kura just hacks it off with a kunai. So, yep! Wild hair cut! (eventually)

Kura is ambivalient about kunoichi classes; sewings only practical, as is cooking, tea ceramonies and kimono are interesting in a foriegn way, make-up is kind of weird but mostly tedious given he was still around when little Ginny wanted to play with their mum's make-up and demanded he let her make him "pretty" and is now resigned to it, but he's actually good with flowers - entirely Bill's fault who once tried to impress a girl be carefully selecting flowers that were meaningful

Bijuu, yes Kura loves them. Once he finds out that they are actually real - and how are giant chakra monsters more believable then dragons?!? - he's stoked and all NO INO/NARUTO/SASUKE/SENSEI YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I HAVE TO MEET ONE I WILL LITERALLY DIE IF I DO NOT. Then he finds out about them being sealed away and is just WAT NO YOU CAN'T CAGE SUCH WONDERFUL CREATURES THIS IS A CRIME OF THE HIGHEST CALIBER

Giant summon, he loves them also and yes that's pretty much how it goes - that and a mix of frantically taking down notes because there's no Newt Scamander here to learn and write about the creatures of this world so now it is obviously my solemn duty to do so in his absence

and yes! i love you're tags - these ones also! sasuke is definitely the one shoved into the place of the Voice Of Reason between his two teammates - Let's Be Friends! and Can I Pet It Sensei, Please!? - and Kakashi is despairing the the tiny, traumatized ball of rage is the voice of reason out of his genin

kit123 said:

This was so much fun! Lol Ino acting like she is too popular to read but secretly being super smart. Hahaha Charlie "I don't have time for that stuff when I have to find dragons" Weasley KILLED me. He's going to annoy every Uchiha ever figuring out how that fire dragon came to be. I bet Shisui ends up semi-adopting him. The Uchiha massacre is averted just because a seven year old was obsessed with dragons.

nooOO YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO K N O W

more seriously, yes i was toying with the idea that the massacre is averted because Kura is just PLEASE CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT DRAGONS I NEED TO KNOW and shadowing random Uchiha who are too bewildered by this - usually people want to know about their eyes??? not??? dragons???????? - to do anything can even be misinterpreted as negative so the entire village sees the Uchiha tolerating a tiny, pink haired civilian girl following them around and pestering them and are just maybe they're not all bad???

on the other hand if the massacre were to happen and Sasuke gets his same team 7 intro, Kura would just be "Mate, don't lose you're nose" while thinking about Voldemort while everyone else is jusy "???"

#the threads of an old life au #Charlie Weasley #sakura haruno #team 7

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kunoichi-ume · 6 years

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11 Questions

I was tagged by @cinlat Thank you!

Rules:

-Post the rules -Answer questions given by the tagger -Write eleven questions of your own -Tag 11 people –As an added thing, I’m putting my questions under the cut

1: When you are old, what do you think children will ask you to tell stories about?

Well assuming I ever publish a novel, that is what I would like them to ask about. More realistically I can see being asked about things like 9/11 for school assignments the way I was told to ask elderly people about The Great Depression (which was a terrible assignment to give someone whose grandparents had all passed away, I didn’t know any elderly people).

2: What is your dream job?

Novelist. It’s been lots of different things, like most kids I went through the paleontologist and doctor stages but I have wanted to write professionally since I was in high school. I don’t see it changing again.

3: Where do you get your news?

Um a mixture of John Oliver, The Daily Show and websites like NPR and CNN.

4: What movie can you watch over and over without ever getting tired of?

The Decoy Bride honestly. I’ve seen it so many times. It’s one of my go to movies to put on when I am down or need someone to listen to while studying or playing video games.

5: What’s the best / worst practical joke that you’ve played on someone or that was played on you?

Honestly I haven’t really pranked anyone, and no one ever really pranked me either.

6: Where are some unusual places you’ve been?

I don’t know that they are unusual per say, but I have been to the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah, Quake Lake in Montana, Mount St. Helen’s in Washington. Most of my trips have been into the local mountains, Yellowstone, Las Vegas, and Las Angeles.

7: What’s the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten?

I am the whitest of white girls when it comes to spicy foods. I avoid it like the plague because I just can’t handle it at all.

8: How did you get started in fanfiction, whether it’s reading, writing, or drawing?

Well I started making up stories for anything I was doing when I was a little kid, even the DOOM player character had a whole backstory. But actual fanfiction started in junior high when I would tell my best friend stories about my ocs in Harry Potter during gym class.

9: What was your original fandom? What drew you to it?

The first one I was really into was Harry Potter. It came out when I was 11ish so it was perfect for my age at the time. My friends were all really into it as well and that’s what really drew me in, it was something we all shared.

10: What is your biggest obstacle when it comes to your passion/hobby?

Distractions. I am easily distracted and often find excuses to do anything but what I should be doing, like writing.

10: What are your most important rules when going on a date?

Um, wow. I haven’t been on a date that wasn’t with my husband in years. I’d say dress nice, show interest in your date’s interests, and don’t try so hard that you forget to just be yourself. If they don’t like you for who you are there’s little point in dating them.

Okay now for my questions:

If you could go back in time to change one thing what would it be?

If you could live anywhere, where would that be?

Is there a T.V. series you can watch over and over? What is it?

If you could be fluent in another language instantly what would it be?

What do you typically have for breakfast?

When was the last time you hurt yourself/got injured, what happened?

What’s your favorite way to wear your hair?

If you had to describe yourself as a flavour, what would it be?

What’s your favorite aspect of fandom?

Do you prefer towel drying, blow drying or natural dryin your hair?

And I shall tag @nyodrite @cassandrasdreamworld @owldork1998 @acrossthetallgreenriver @thatshipcat @nindorkfish @alrtist @ashley0-0maltese @raendown @purple-possibilities @denilmo

#thanks for tagging me!#11 questions

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acrossthetallgreenriver · 6 years

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Get To Know Me

Tagged by the always wonderful @veilfireshadows, thank you!

Rules: Answer these questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

Nickname: You can call me River

Gender: Teenager trapped in a young adults body

Star Sign: ☆☆

Height: 5’ 1’’ - I am bitter

Time: 3:00

Birthday: In November

Favorite Bands: Um..I guess Imagine Dragons, Skillet and Three Days Grace?

Favorite Solo Artists: I don’t have one

Song Stuck in My Head: Pain without love, pain I can’t get enough, Pain I like it rough because I’d rather feel pain then nothing at all~ Pain by Three Days Grace

Last Movie I watched: Eagle Eye

Last Show I watched: Criminal Minds

When I created this blog: November 2016

What I post: I mostly reblog things from whatever I’m interested at the time. I’m too shy to post anything original

Last thing I googled: Movies that will be showing in the local cinema

Do I get asks? : Only from my internet friends

Why did I choose my URL? : Because of this;

Thranduil: (assumed meaning) Across the Great River

Oropher: (assumed meaning) Tall Beech Tree

Legolas: Green Leaf

Following blogs: *quickly checks* 390

Followers: 75

Favorite Colours: All of them Blue and Green

Average Hours of Sleep: Anywhere from 3 to 8, insomnia seems fond of me

Lucky number: Er..9?

Instruments: Sadly, I don’t play any, but I want to learn to play the piano or the guitar

What I am wearing: Sweatpants and an oversized hoodie

How many blankets I sleep with: 4

Dream Job: I’ll tell you once I figure that out myself

Dream Trip: To Italy or Britain

Favorite Food: Pasta~

Nationality: American

Favorite song right now: um…Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson

Languages I speak: I speak ‘American’ English and Spanish, though I have no formal education for the latter.

Tagging: @willcraftapple11, @somehownagisa, @cassandrasdreamworld, @owldork1998, @nyodrite, @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon, @everythingisnightvale, @skepticallysighing, @anyone else who wants to

#i talk occasionally #tagging game

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pfkoolkitty · 6 years

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Tagged by @bambams-hoe, Thanks for tagging me! Judging by your blog we’re friends already.

1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

@nadzofsteel @goaliesarethebest @gayxavier @acherik @snjorkmaiden @0vergrownruins @quoyuo @owldork1998 @77uchiha77

(Don’t feel like you have to do this by the way^^)

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE:

- I am 5'7 or taller

- I wear glasses

- I have at least one tattoo

- I have at least one piercing (I have 3 rn)

- I have blonde hair

- I have brown eyes

- I have short hair

- My abs are at least somewhat defined

- I have or had braces

PERSONALITY:

- I love meeting new people

- People tell me I am funny

- Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine

- I enjoy physical challenges

- I enjoy mental challenges

- I am playfully rude to people I know

- I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it (many, many All of the times)

- There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

- I can sing well

- I can play an instrument

- I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

- I am a fast runner

- I can draw well

- I have a good memory

- I am good at doing math in my head

- I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

- I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling

- I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch

- I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

- I enjoy sports

- I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

- I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

- I have learned a new song in the past week

- I exercise at least once a week

- I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months

- I have drawn something in the past month

- I enjoy writing

- Fandoms are my #1 priority

- I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

- I have had my first kiss

- I have had alcohol

- I have scored a winning point in a sport (I was pretty alright when I did play sports)

- I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting

- I have been at an overnight event

- I have been in a taxi (Ubers count right?)

- I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

- I have beaten a video game in one day

- I have visited another country

- I have been to one of my favorite bands’ concerts (I saw Halsey, she counts)

MY LIFE:

- I have one person a few people that I consider to be my Best Friends

- I live close to my school/work

- My parents are still together

- I have at least one sibling

- I live in the United States

- There is snow where I live right now

- I have hung out with a friend in the past month

- I have a smart phone

- I own at least 15 CDs

- I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS:

- I am in a Relationship

- I have a crush on one a few celebrities

- I have a crush on someone I know

- I’ve been in at least 3 relationships

- I have never been in a relationship

- I have admitted my feelings to a crush

- I get crushes easily

- I have had a crush for over a year

- I have been in a relationship for over a year

- I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM:

- I have break-danced

- I know a person named Jamie

- I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce

- I have dyed my hair (I have had literally every color)

- I’m listening to a song on repeat right now (I cycle through the same songs every day)

- I have punched someone in the past week

- I know someone who has gone to jail

- I have broken a bone (Technically no, but I came close to it)

- I have eaten a waffle today

- I know what I want to do in life

- I speak at least two languages (Working on it)(Duolingo will tell you I’m not, but I am)

- I have made a new friend in the past year

#get to know me #lets make 2018 the year where I make more friends on here

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