#rigantona

WHY DOES THIS NPC UMA REMIND ME OF FEM!LEONA Li0NgARB…

Aroace)

Admire Vega: Would rather be alone than deal with it all Curren Chan: Too driven for a social life to want drama from it Dream Journey: Professional hater & smoke wanter Ikuno Dictus: Too much of a control freak for anything healthy Maruzensky: Older queer who'd give advice Matikanefukukitaru: Who needs anything when orb pondering Neo Universe: Too tired to deal with anything Rigantona: She don't need no uma; she a independent uma Riko Kushimoto: PLEASE PLEASE I NEED THIS REP

Aromantic)

Etsuho Otonashi: FREAK when applicable Shinko Windy: Here to eat box & cause issues Sound of Earth: Absolute player Stay Gold: In it for the love of the game Symboli Kris S: Business only but will absolutely leave you with a fractured pelvis Zenna Rob Roy: Loves books more than people but will wear the strap

Asexual)

Fine Motion: Finds other ways to leave Air Shakur with achy hips Happy Meek: Is honestly not sure where she is Junko Hosoe: purely vibes and because I can Oguri Cap: Food is her only love in this case Victoire Pisa: Clingy Uma who'd leave you late for important events

Thank you for tagging me, @mariahwritesstuff! I was tagged sharp, damage, blue and forever.

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sharp

Julius shook his head. “No. You are the priority. Inform them that.” “I won’t”, Rigantona said sharply. “We can’t put our lives before thousands of people.” “Our house is the target! I told you what they did to Ignatus’ children!” “You also told me what they did to civilians.” Her voice went quiet. “You know the city won’t be fully evacuated by the time the enemy arrives. Every minute spend on the evacuation efforts saves hundreds of lives.” He covered his face. She was right, of course she was, but it didn't calm his fears.

damage

Valeri took off the fur coat slowly and carefully. It had soaked up a lot of blood, turning heavy and stiff. Biting his teeth and fingers shaky he opened the buttons on his coat and waistcoat. He pealed up the rest of the layers to reveal his side. Right below the lowest rib there was a small hole, which oozed thick blood on his skin. The bullet was close enough to the surface to be visible. The fur must have slowed it down, but the rib was most definitely broken. He lowered the blood stained shirts back and took a couple of deep breaths before taking a look at the damage in his arm. It was sore, but didn't feel broken. The dog's teeth had left only surface wounds, but there was plenty of blood still. The fur must have protected the arm too. Agrippa was back with the tools he had asked for. "The bottle", he said with a rough voice. She offered the water flagon. He shook his head. "The whiskey."

blue

"You didn't return in the evening nor in the morning to the palace." Marcus' voice was an accusation. Faerathos sighed and walked passed him to the narrow wardrobe. He took his sword from it's corner and strapped it on his waist. "Sorry. I had other things to do." "It's my job to know where you are." "Right. Fine." He folded the blue scholar's cloak over his shoulders and covered the sword with it. Marcus stepped in front of him, now eyeing him suspiciously. "Where are you going this time?" "If I told you, you'd try to stop me." "I guess I'll stop you without knowing then."

forever

Valeri left the reluctant Cúén outside and stepped into the liquor stenching mass of people. Tonight the officer club wasn't it's usual tidy and respectable establishment. Certainly the brass wouldn't be here. He pressed between people towards the counter, where the footmen were serving thirsty war-worn officers. He was aware, too aware, of his sober state in the middle of all this intoxication. He had not spotted anyone from his legion yet. After getting his drink, he comb through the mass for familiar faces. The voices blended together into a uniform ear-shattering row and the faces melted into a mass of laughing, shouting mouths. There was tingle in the back of his neck and the air was too thick to breath. Once the uncomfortable palpitation in his chest became intolerable, he joined Cúén outside. Cúén ran up to him and wagged his tail like it was years since they parted. Valeri sat on the low wall next to the street as Cúén tried to lick his face. Balancing to hold the drink inside the glass he tried to calm down Cúén. After Cúén sat down, he took a long sip and looked over to the dark sea. The outside air was very welcome. Really it has been couple of months, but the last time he had sat there felt like forever ago.

I'll tag: @dotr-rose-love @kainablue @aohendo @faelanvance @wildswrites @andromeda-grace @forthesanityofstorytellers @talesofsorrowandofruin

I made this new side blog to talk about Brythonic polytheism, i.e., polytheism centred around Celtic gods from Wales and pre-Saxon England, since I’m a primarily Brythonic hard polytheist, and the Brythonic gods seem to be talked about a lot less than some other pantheons I could name. The main sources for our knowledge of these gods seem to be archaological finds having to do with Roman Britain, and the remaining Welsh mythology.

I’m still fairly inexperienced at this whole “actively worshipping gods instead of just thinking they exist but not doing anything about it” thing, so we’ll be learning together as I go along.

The main god I’ve been praying to is Nodens, who Wikipedia will tell you is a god of the sea, healing, and dogs, but who I feel most strongly in the local weather, especially when it’s rainy, misty, or cloudy.

Other gods and goddesses I’ve prayed to so far, some more often than others, include Brigantia, Lugus, Arianrhod, and Epona. I expect this list to evolve in the future as I learn more.