putwingsonit:

gosiamahoney:

You are not made only to kill. Remember, you are not the sword, you only hold the sword.
Dubhenn haern am glâdeal, morc’h am fhean aiesin.

This one is so, so important – not only for your mission in the world and the good you can do, but for your own sanity. Remember to reach out with an open hand sometimes. It does not make you any less a defender of the good; it makes you more.

Source: gosiamahoney

The gods are not blind to the turmoil of the world, ma’am; they have chosen champions to manifest their aid more directly. Or, more simply, I’m here to help.

-upon returning to the mortal plane as a divine champion

OC asks

lanqu-e:

  1. What is your OC’s favorite color?
  2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?
  3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to?
  4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?
  5. What is your OC’s first memory?
  6. WWhat’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?
  7. What element would your OC be?
  8. What is your OC’s theme song? 
  9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?
  10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?
  11. What are your OC’s hobbies?
  12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?
  13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?
  14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?
  15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?
  16. What does your OC smell like? 
  17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?
  18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?
  19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?
  20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?
  21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?
  22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?
  23. What is a random fact about your OC? 
  24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?
  25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?
  26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?
  27. What kind of childhood did your character have?
  28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?
  29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?
  30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?
  31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?
  32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?
  33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? 
  34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?
  35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?
  36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?
  37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?
  38. What would your character do with a million dollars? 
  39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?
  40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?
  41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?
  42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? 
  43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?
  44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?
  45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?
  46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?
  47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?
  48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?
  49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?
  50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? 

Trying something new here – sharing excerpts of my stories and my adventures.

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Eliana knew, as the blows from the dagger started hitting her and tearing through her armor like paper, that she was going to die. She had no time to even think of fighting back panic – all that filled her mind was “not now, oh please not now, please please please…” She once again felt the insistent, insidious tug of the dagger’s dark magic, this time not simply nudging but gripping and yanking at the very seat of her soul, and she couldn’t help it: she screamed.

    And was suddenly filled with a feeling of light.

    Of peace.

    Of well-being.

    Of… honestly, of confusion. Because she wasn’t dead.

    She felt Altariel pulling back from his flurry of attack – she’d closed her eyes – and her heart still beat. Her soul was still safe. She felt possibly the worst and weakest she’d felt in her life… but she was alive.

    That cannot be possible. I know my body. I know my battles. I know that I could not have survived that attack, and that was not a healing spell I felt – not that, I believe, any of Gianni’s spells could have saved me in that moment. It felt… well, it felt like Her.

    The feeling returned, briefly, like a ghost of a warm breeze, with just a hint of admiration, encouraging Eliana to open her eyes once more.

    Altariel glowered.

    Her companions yelled – the dire bear was actually roaring.

    Eliana flexed her fingers, took stock of her body. No doubt about it – she was weak enough to fall any second. She knew that, before she’d trained herself to ignore her own pain, she would have fainted already. She knew that moving now would hurt.

    She also knew that she had one last major power left to her name. And she knew that whoever She was, she would approve. And since Eliana knew that She was the reason that she’d survived at all, this seemed like the best return gesture.

    So she held tight her sword, and let loose with a strike of retribution.

    As she felt the blade sink home, slipping between joints of Altariel’s armor, she watched his eyes go wide with shock, and she honestly felt like laughing. I may not be able to fell you on my own, she thought, but I am not alone. He winced as yet another crossbow bolt zipped into his shoulder, and again as a bullet struck his ribs, and yet again as she yanked her blade free.

    A sense of warning – no words, but a feeling. An almost regretful feeling.

    Eliana shook her head. The now-familiar sensation of Gianni’s healing crept through her limbs, but Eliana knew it wouldn’t likely matter. Altariel could kill her faster than Gianni could heal her. And whatever She had done, Eliana had a very strong feeling that it was all that She could give.. at least for now. But it was enough, because blood had started dripping from Altariel’s armor, and she could see him struggling to focus as he began the intricate gestures and chants of a likely-deadly spell. Since he was distracted, she tried another swipe at him, but she swung wide, and she knew she wouldn’t likely have time for another.

    So she closed her eyes once more, and took a deep breath. Take care of them. Let them know that I’ll come back if I can.

Let my children know – let Artemis know – that I love them more than words can possibly say.

She didn’t hear an answer, but she didn’t expect one. And she didn’t need one – because here, in the arms of her goddess, fulfilling her purpose, she had faith. This was what needed to be. This was what she was created to be. And all would be well.

I’m ready.

With one final shout, Altariel’s destructive power washed over her, a wave of pain shredding her into thousands of tiny pieces-

-and she was gone.

we-are-ninja:

mrbarnes:

ursulaismymiddlename:

mrbarnes:

How is Steve Rogers like the biggest rebel and the baddest bitch who fucks the system continuously but also the most righteous and honourable man who ever lived hOW

Maybe we’ve been tricked into believing that righteous and honorable means following the rules, when it really means following a moral compass for the betterment of others regardless of the rules.  And Steve Rogers exemplifies that.

Amen to that

@wearepaladin One way to answer some of your asks.