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Robincina week, day 7, Free day, The Last Grimeal

So quick little side note, this was based on the Blizzard short called the Last Bastion.

Word count is 1250


Walking through the forest, one brave explorer was tracking through a lost battle ground, as the birds were singing.

There were rumors of a long lost and reactivated Grimeal unit wandering there, who was a devastating force in the Ancient Dragon Wars.

The unit that was reactivated was a rumored to be the Avatar, a being made of magic that would lead the Grimeal forces against the Exalted forces, and would devastate them.

Then the Avatar suddenly disappeared, without there any knowledge of what happened, and its disappearance caused the defeat of the Grimeal.

While the Grimeal were no longer a threat, there was a sort of fascination with something that could’ve destroyed the world, and she needed to find it.

Continuing to walk through the forest, she stopped at a creek to refill her water, when there was a sudden crack.

Freezing where she was, she sat there waiting, for who knew what else could be lost in this forest.

Followed with a sudden rustling, something came into her line of sight on the other side of the creek.

It was humanlike, with some draconic wings attached to its back. Standing near its feet, a seemingly stray dog was walking with it, and healthy to boot.

Observing it more closely, she saw that it had more masculine features to it, which was unsurprising considering that at the time period that it would be strange for a powerful figure to be female if it didn’t have to do with giving life

It observed her, tilting its head in curiosity, as the dog at its feet started to bark, feeling a form of hostility and anxiety from her.

Sitting down, she dug out her reference notes of witness accounts of the Avatar, with references from current and past witnesses to the being.

Most of witness accounts from the past had shown the male like traits, but varying from Grimeal and Exalted accounts, the Avatar would be either demonic in drawing or more angelic. And then recent accounts stated a simpler design, of a giant being with wings.

Drawing a quick sketch of what she saw, the dog ran across the creek, grabbed the note book, and ran back to him, as if to keep info of it from gathering.

“Hey!” she called out, running through the water to grab it back.

He picked up the notebook, seemingly wondering what the book was bound it. It’s plastic by the way. She stopped for a moment, fascinated at the reaction he was having, completely forgetting that her book was taken.

Then he wandered off.

Getting out of her stupor, she chased after them, trying to get back all the work that she had spent years, even her family, to collect.

Eventually seeing him walking into a cave, she stopped where she was and moved to the side of the mouth.

Glancing in, there were rows of fires that were lit; guiding back to what was nearly about twelve feet. She was fascinated with all the artifacts that he had collected, very much a treasure trove of current and ancient alike.

As fascination took to her again, she stepped on a large stick there, making it crack.

This wasn’t a dues ex, as when they walked into the cave, both he and the dog and walked over several of them, intentionally left to alert them of intruders.

They both quickly turned around, as the dog started to bark.

A spell was fired that kept her from moving, as they both approached her, the dog growling by her feet.

Bracing for death, she shut her eyes and waited, not feeling anything coming.

Seeing how nothing was happening, she opened her eyes, and found that he had also closed its eyes, as if mimicking her.

He seemed to wonder what it was supposed to do, and eventually opened his eyes, looking at her more in depth.

“Is this the first time someone has actually followed you?” she asked, even though she didn’t know if he could talk back.

Staring at her face, he looked like it was trying to figure out what she had said, as if she tried to cast a spell.

Looking down at the dog, he gestured that it was alright to go back now, and as in trying to move her, he tried to pick her up by her breasts.

She blushed scarlet, but seeing how confused at why he couldn’t pick her up, she wondered if he had forgotten completely about human anatomy.

Cause, if you could pick up someone by the head, why not her boobs.

And the longer you’ve been away from humans, the more it makes sense.

Eventually figuring out a little, he put its arms under her armpits, but still grasped tightly to her breast, as if to ensure a tight grip.

There was no way this could be real.

Putting her down about nine feet into the cave, he set her down on her side, and seemed to move an imposing gate made of wood up around the seven foot mark.

Looking at her and undoing whatever spell he casted on her, he looked in total fascination.

Taking her chance to look around as well, one thing that caught her eye was a sword, with no rust on it, but the marks of battle certainly showing.

That wasn’t what fascinated her though, it was the fact that it was the Falcion, the legendary lost blade of the Exalted.

Forget her notes, if she could bring this back, that would be a whole different story.

Putting it in her hands, she felt the magic that once glowed strongly in it, now nothing more than an ember, and tried to swing it around.

She was being careless, and felt it, as the front end of the body hit her host in the face, causing him to stumble.

Falling down, there was a small scratch on his face, as the dog started to bark and tug on her pant leg, trying to defend its protector.

But what startled her the most was that the scratch had disappeared, and whatever mark it had gone.

There was only one recorded being in the entire Ancient Dragon War that had the ability to heal themselves like that, and it was the Avatar.

Dropping the Falcion, she stood there in shock, as the Avatar looked at her in concern, wondering what she was freaking out about.

Seeing how her emotions were starting to be unstable, he called his dog back, and hid it behind him, turning his back to her.

That only prompted her to run up from behind, embrace him, and kissed him on the cheek.

The dog still growled at her, but suddenly stopped.

Looking at the Avatar’s face, she saw that his eyes had lost their depth, and the dog was starting to whine, licking the Avatar’s face.

Eventually, the eyes regained their depth, as he started to float, glowing a light shade of purple.

Turning around, the Avatar started to scan her, before sitting down, as the dog sat in his lap again.

“There now, Morgan, it’s okay,” a voice came from him, as clothes that she had found to attractive on men started to solidify around him, and the dog, wiggling in closer to him.

Looking at her, the Avatar picked up Morgan, and walked toward her, seemingly unaware of all the effects his actions were taking.

“I’m Robin, is there a way I can help you, Lucina?”

The Great Flamingo Uprising

I told this story to a few guildies a while back and decided to archive it in a longer format; so here is the story of The Great Flamingo Uprising of 2010 as told to me by my favorite cousin who was a keeper at the time.

In addition to the aviary/jungle exhibit, our zoo has several species of birds that pretty much have the run of the place.  They started with a small flock of flamingos and some free-range peacocks that I’m almost certain came from my old piano teacher’s farm.  She preferred them to chickens.  At some point in time they also acquired a pair of white swans (Or as I call them, “hellbirds”) and some ornamental asian duckies to decorate the pond next to the picnic area.  Pigeons, crows, assorted ducks and a large number of opportunistic Canada geese moved in on their own. 

Now; the ponds that dot the zoo property (I don’t remember how many there are but the one by the picnic area is the only one with swans) were also full of ginormous koi fish, some of whom by now are at least three feet long.  Sensing an opportunity to cash in on the koi, the zoo put up little vending machines all over the place that dispense handfuls of food pellets.  I swear to god the fish can hear the crank turning, and will show up at the nearest railing, blooping expectantly at whoever happens to be standing there and doing their best to appear starving and desperate. 

Like this.^  And they weren’t the only ones who learned to associate the sound with the imminent arrival of food.  The Canada geese knew a good deal when they saw one, and had long since ceased to migrate anyway.  They formed roving gangs of thug-geese and staked out their turf around the vending machines, ready to mug anyone with pocket change.  Picture yourself as a small child squaring off with a bird fully prepared to strip search you while standing on your feet and yelling “HWAAAAAKK!!” in your face.  It’s traumatizing to you and deeply hilarious to your parents.

Anyway.

The flamingos had their spot near the zoo entrance and never seemed to mind the presence of the other birds, as they kept themselves to themselves and didn’t really like the taste of fish pellets.  The problem lay in that their shrimp pond was close to a vending machine.  Ordinarily that wouldn’t have been an issue at all, but eventually the goose population grew large enough that one of the gangs decided to annex it.  Being territorial little shits, they would harass the poor flamingos any time they strayed within ten feet of it.  The flamingos tolerated this for years until one day they snapped collectively.  Here’s a summary of the incident in chronological order.

1.) It was a hot day, so everyone in question both human and avian, were cranky by the time the zoo even opened.
2.) A few flamingos (let’s call them The Jets) strayed into the radius of the vending machine and were immediately confronted by the indignant hissing geese (The Sharks)
3.) Possibly due to heat and the simple fact that the geese had been giant douchebags for far too long, the flamingos decided fuck it, this time they were going to FIGHT BACK DAMMIT, and swarmed the geese en mass.
4.) Chaos ensued.  The geese were outnumbered 4 to 1 but had the advantage of being able to scream for back-up. 
5.) Hearing the shrieking Canada geese and the bellowing of the enraged flamingos, the peacocks came to the conclusion that the apocalypse had come upon them and began to gather in the surrounding trees in droves and wail in despair.  Or cheer them on, whichever.
6.) NOISE
7.) Apparently one of the siege tactics employed by the geese is to shit explosively all over the sidewalks. Never in the grass. 
8.) The geese, having secured reinforcements from all over the zoo, went berserk and proceeded to attack EVERYBODY who had come to watch be they human or otherwise.
9.) The flamingos were chasing/being chased by the geese through the crowd accompanied by cheers/wails from the peacocks in the box seats.
10.) Complete pandemonium when the zoo tram became stalled on the tracks by the flamingo pond due to battling birds.  The Jets, sensing these were somehow reinforcements on the side of the Sharks, charged the tram.  Adults were doing the duck and cover.  So were the ducks.  Small children were screaming, adding to the noise.  People were slipping on goose shit and hitting the ground in the fetal position, only to be stampeded by the rampaging flamingos.
11.) The koi continued to bloop hopefully for food.
12.) Two of the geese were cornered by a rival gang of their own and were chased into the swan pond.  Cue slow-motion.
13.) The swans detected an enemy presence in their territory and by god, SOMEBODY was going to PAY. 
14.) The staff were having no luck in breaking up the fight and on the verge of giving up and just building another zoo elsewhere when the hellbirds stormed the battlefield, trumpeting battle-cries, to dispense feathered justice.  The staff promptly dropped their brooms and fled.
15.) The uprising was squashed in less than two minutes.  Number of casualties was unknown, feathers were flying everywhere and there was enough goose shit to build another bird.  One staff member had been knocked to the ground and was left with a melon sized bruise courtesy of one of the hellbirds.  Several children were traumatized, probably for life.  The zoo eventually removed the vending machine by the flamingos. 

The geese went back to being giant douchebags. Because geese.

Can we just take a min to appreciate that the Adventure Zone is a podcast written and starring 3 straight Southern young men and their straight Southern father(not to imply all or even most southerners are homophobic bc obviously no, but im pretty sure you get the idea) and it has the best LGBT relations in something not centric on that that around? AND several nonbinary characters who are also treated with respect? And no one ever says anything or makes a big deal out of it. Just. Yeah, Carrey and Killian go to pottery nights together. Of course Taako gets a skirt as his summer outfit. No, they’re literally a bunch of clay in a suit of armor, why would they have a gender? So good. I wish everybody was like these guys.

ananbeth  asked:

so, soph. you should share with the world the missed potential for amazing sons and daughters of aphrodite that riordan short changed us on

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes 

  • sons of Aphrodite with “mom” tattoos who are scared of their sisters and practice magic in the form of sonnets 
  • sons of Aphrodite being trained as soldiers, means to defend the realm of their mother at all costs
  • aggressive sons of Aphrodite whose eyes burn with anger and rage whenever someone mentions playing with peoples’s hearts for sport 
  • sons of Aphrodite who fall hard and fast; who preserve the art of writing love letters and poems; who study romantic languages, wanting to know every possible emotion they can evoke with the use of words; who rest their heads in their sisters’ laps as they gush about how in love they are 
  • sons of Aphrodite who take their cues from the smoothest men in history, taking suave to another level; men who remind the world what it means to be a master of love 
  • sons of Aphrodite who are just so impossibly passionate about everything they do and are willing to  fight for what they love 
  • sons of Aphrodite who pray to their mother and thank her for all of the ways love can manifest itself in life 
  • and then there are her daughters- 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who worship their mother’s raw power and dream of harnessing it
  • girls who paint their nails with poisonous varnish as they talk about how their mother could make Zeus looks like a minor god if she really wanted 
  • daughters of Aphrodite whose weapons and bodies are decorated with images of Medusa and Sirens and passages from Medea and Antigone; daughters who who use their voices to amplify the drowned out voices of women who came before them 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who use their bodies as weapons, completely unafraid to use their Goddess-given looks to achieve their goals 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who love the Hunters of Artemis as sisters, respecting them endlessly for choosing to abstain from something that has swallowed innocent girls whole for as long as anyone can remember 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who use doves as messenger birds during battles and who say a prayer for every soul lost, because when the world loses someone, it also loses the love they gave off 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who study ancient texts about their mother and wonder what she might have been depicted like had women been writing the stories 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who who plan their wardrobes around what weapons they want to carry with them on any given day 
  • girls whose nails are as sharp as their knives and who kiss their celestial bronze the same way they might kiss a lover 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who unabashedly love cheesy rom-coms just as much as they love the feel of slicing through a monster 
  • daughters of Aphrodite who only buy high end jewelry because the cheap shit breaks when you punch stuff 
  • children of Aphrodite who worship their mother as the impossibly powerful, priomordial goddess that she is and work to embody that power in everything that they do. 
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Trying to get use to my new tablet. X]

Spitfire’s got a secret admirer whOEVER COULD IT BE~ 

(She’s dyslexic, by the way!!)

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