#event two

Hello everyone, and welcome to Femme Deities Net! We took a bit of a hiatus due to current events, but now we’re back and ready with a new event!

August is the time when some of us go back to school while others celebrate the last few weeks of summer. For this reason, we’ve chosen to celebrate the end of summer in the Northern Hemisphere! So our theme is:

Summer’s End

Choose a deity or something from mythology that you think fits the end of summer and make something for them! This could be in the form of an edit, a poem or short story, or even a playlist! The options are endless.

This is a free reign event, meaning members and non-members are strongly encouraged to participate! The event will run throughout the entire month.

Also note, we’ve expanded our net to include any male/masculine-aligned lovers, consorts, and family of female/femme-aligned deities, so if you find it difficult to make an edit for a female deity, you’re free to make something for her lover or relative instead.

Please reblog this post if you plan to participate (likes count as bookmarks). And don’t forget to tag #femmedeitiesnet in the first five tags so that we can reblog your creation!

Event Info Begins: August 03 Ends: August 31

Please caption your creations:

@femmedeitiesnet | event two | summer’s end | group name, if applicable ↳ [creation name]

Welcome everyone to our second event! Everyone has a favorite player (or more, let's be real) and we want to highlight all of them.

how to participate:

follow the network and check out our members

reblog this post

tag the network with #hockeynetwork so we can make sure to reblog it! make sure to tag us in the description as well, ex.

@hockeynetwork event two: favorite players ➝ player

↳ quote/description

create as much as you want to!

runs from May 9th to June 20th

Barbara Gordon’s arrival had been on Bruce’s radar, but with the grand opening of Wayne Enterprises on such a large scale he had a bit of running around to do before they could catch up. Now that it had been done and over with a time was set and he arranged for her to be picked up via limo and brought to the company’s establishment. 

Tink had been eating a pastry with a glass of red wine as the priest had been shot, dropping both she’d stained her dress with deep red from the cherry pastry and the wine. Chaos had erupted around her and it found its way to her. Her hands started glowing before she even noticed, having guards running at her she did her best to duck under swinging swords, blasting them with dust and light into a state of unconsciousness. Running from the pile of sleeping bodies she left, she saw some familiar faces of the rebellion, scooping down she plucked up a sword from a fallen guard that was not her own work, blood coating her fingers as she continued to run, the heavy long dress slowing her down. Glancing down at the thing she groaned loudly before slamming into someone.

The familiar mop of black hair and the green that she so often found accompanying her when she walked, she stared up at Loki, standing there and watching events unfold with a grin. “Please don’t let me interrupt.” Her sarcastic quip as sharp as the sword in her hand, she turned to fend off another guard, the poor man looking out of his depth at a battle raged on. Turning back to the man of mischief she yelled at him, “Do something!”

Welcome to the Osemanversenet, we’re excited to announce our second event! This month’s event is based around the theme of an alternate universe. This could be for an individual character, a ship, or an entire book if you want! Examples could be Alice's DBH au, Tori as a goddess (because we all know it's true), or The Ark in a different time period. Any creations are accepted, so you could do an edit, a fanfic, a drawing, a playlist, a poem, or anything else you can think of! You don't have to be a member of the network to create something, and we encourage non-member submissions! The event will run all month, so from today (April 1st) to April 30th.

He hadn’t been able to come back to the house, other than that brief stint to shower off multiple oceans and grab fresh clothes without seeing anybody, since he’d managed to drop Aeron off in the midst of the chaos.The panic that had drummed through his chest had overwhelmed him and he could feel every stitch of his brain start to unravel, reality coming loose around him. He’d even started to trust what some of the others had said, in purpose and stability and the other nonsense that they all spouted.

After he’d managed to exert enough will to end up back at the Lair and get Aeron back to safety, the afternoon and night had continued, only getting worse. Then the gaps between shifts lengthened from twenty minutes to thirty to an hour, before he stumbled out of a club and noticed that several hours had passed. But he didn’t care, reverting back to his old method of staying awake as long as possible to stop the shifts from happening. So he transported himself a few timezones along and let the party continue.

(Each shift took more and more out of him, the energy required to visualise somewhere he’d never been before overwhelming, but he didn’t care, didn’t bother to notice it amongst the rest of his fatigue) 

Then it caught up to him and he stumbled into a hostel and fell asleep on a solid bed, wishing for the one back in Washington. (Not home, never home) He woke slowly, groaning at the way his body protested and his legs ached, before pushing himself up and staring at the day ahead. But everytime he thought of Washington he rebelled, so he spent the day drifting between a cinema and a casino before his feet brought him back to the sky rises of DC as the sun set.

He shifted right into his room to shower and change again, blowdrying his hair as he emptied out his main backpack that he’d picked up before going out - how long ago? And then he was done and there was nothing to do and there was no-one he wanted to see. 

Perhaps he should check up on Aeron, or see how the rest of the Lair had been doing, with their various fritzes, if they’d all had it. But his bones felt like lead and he couldn’t deal with the falsehoods, with their certain mindsets and critical view, their judgement and power and individual chaos. His mind danced through the various people, the various locations, before he remembered one he’d made a small while back with Lailani.