#Goodbye to old the past👋

[robin-birb]

Hetalia is no longer with me

I'm into Obey Me fandom

Beelzebub is my husband 💕💓

[bizkits-n-korn]

🎨- @/crownedinmarigolds

💣 This is an in character Vampire: The Masquerade/World of Darkness Blog💣 💥My Personal Blog - Call me Chiss👋 Any pronouns work 💥 💣Black Hand but, for all intents and purposes, she's masquerading as an Anarch :)💣 💥Another Wonderful Piece of Art 💥 👇Character Info 👇 [+ rules @ the bottom]

[Image Source: The Red Sign, p. 4] [Revised Era Sourcebook] [Artist: Vince Locke, his website]

The time has come, My Children, For me to bid the night goodbye. But know that I do not leave you. Await the time when I join you again After you have learned the wages Of your vanity, sin and pride. And mark well the heralds of my return For I do not leave the affairs of my house To be tended by the Children of Seth. - A fragment of the Book of Nod discovered by Beckett in the underground cities of Anatolia. [The Words of Caine After the Deluge, Encyclopaedia Vampirica, p. 209]

A "Brief" Introduction Judith "Moody Judy" Margolis || Mina Graham [Alias]

Scholar of the Convention of Thorns, Anarch. Black Hand.

A vampire of a mere 99 years of age, Margo is an undead scholar wholly dedicated to toppling undead tyrants when and where possible. An extended game of whack-a-mole, if you will. In tandem with insights gleaned from personal research into the not-so-distant past, she uses her resources from her beloved Death Cult, her personal history with the Anarch Movement, and preconceived notions about her clan [+ lineage] to infiltrate contingents of the Movement and inflame tensions enough for them to take action against [and, with the Sabbat's old structure having completely collapsed - leaving the Hand with a mighty need for cold bodies, the bulk of the damage from] their shared enemies.  Outside of that, she serves the Black Hand as a Remover; heavy hitters that are called in to target high ranking members of enemy factions with extreme prejudice.

Personal History

Initially embraced as an Anarch, Margo defected to the Sabbat out of necessity seeing as no one wanted to associate with her and catch flack from a halfway successful attempt on the life of her local Ventrue Primogen [and the very public diablerie of their Brujah counterpart]. The Sword of Caine was a lifeline to her... Having been a self-proclaimed Scholar of the Convention of Thorns, citing a need to use the past as a baseline for future praxis lest they fall into the same pitfalls ad infinitum, she was already, albeit quietly, sympathetic towards their plight given the two sect's shared origins. General Anarch infighting/and the accompanying displays of incompetence didn't exactly encourage her to stay anyhow. After that it was a simple case of speed-running straight into further radicalization after having received an invitation from the Black Hand.

Fun [mostly relevant] Facts

Brujah [Antitribu], 11th Generation [Originally 12th]

Sabbat Rank: Ductus || Black Hand Rank: Remover

She's a descendant of Tyler's, the Brujah responsible for diablerizing Hardestadt the Elder [The Ventrue. The Cainite that spearheaded the Camarilla's creation] [I have a bunch of info saved on Tyler if anyone wants to know more. please don't hesitate to ask 😌]

Tyler herself doubts that her actions led to effective praxis, but her childer and clanmates compare her to everyone from Robin Hood to Malcolm X, to Che Guevara, to Gavrilo Princip. [V5 Corebook, p. 397]

Born and died in Jacksonville, Florida. Her Black Hand training was in Mexico City.

She loves big jeans. [pinterest link]

Merits

Black Hand Membership (∙∙) [V20] 🤫

Mask (∙∙) [V5] Your Mask can pass a background check with the national police: FBI, Scotland Yard, or the equivalent. If you had a military or intelligence record in life, it has been classified.

Scholar of Enemies [Camarilla] [V20] [2 Point Merit] You have taken the time to learn about and specialize in one particular enemy of your Sect. You are aware of at least some or the group’s customs, strategies, abilities, and long-term goals, and can put that knowledge to good use… [mechanics follow]

Scholar of Others [Anarchs] [V20] [2 Point Merit] This Merit functions identically to Scholar of Enemies, except that it applies to a group that is not necessarily inimical to your Sect.

Linguistics [Spanish] (•) [V5]

Flaws

Dark Secret [Black Hand] [V5] (1 Point)

Folkloric Bane [Silver] [V5] (1 Point)

Prey Exclusion [Activists] [V5] (1 Point)

Obvious Predator [Brujah Specific Flaw] [V20] (2 Points) Your innate Brujah rage always percolates below the surface no matter how hard you try to project an image of calm. Mortals find you intrinsically menacing, and instinctively fear you for the violence you promise to unleash.

Loresheets

Thorns Historian (∙) [LS: CONVENTION OF THORNS] [V5 Corebook, p. 387]

The Convention of Thorns was a complex, moving beast of diplomacy. Hundreds of small meetings took place between representatives of this clan or that, forging pacts that lasted years, decades, or centuries in some cases. You possess an encyclopedic knowledge of the convention’s minor meetings, and you can call on this knowledge to apply legal pressures on the participants or their descendants, where pacts may still be in force but not practiced or revoked without consent of all parties. Once per story, you can ask the Storyteller for a piece of known information regarding the convention.

Champion of the Cause (∙∙) [LS: Descendant of Tyler] [V5 Corebook, p. 397]

When vampires want a leader for a rebellion, large or small scale, they come to you for advice or leadership. They might even listen to your words, and providing your advice is not completely ridiculous, might even defer to your authority. You add two dots to your Status with them during such rebellions, but you might find the numerous contacts gained before a rebellion more valuable and certainly less dangerous.

Rules n' Such

Minors, away with you. 🫵(blocked where spotted) [have a good day, though!👋]

Note: I'm 21.

Judy is a bit more vulgar/crass/rude than I usually am. I generally try to avoid anything ~too~ pointed, but if anything ever crosses a line, please do not hesitate to lmk!!

To most Cainites she's outwardly portraying herself as an Anarch, though I don't mind in the slightest if any Sabbat members would know her as such.

If you ever have any questions ever/would like a source on a piece of lore I refer to/in general - I'm always happy to help!

Still new-ish to Tumblr RP, please have mercy on me; Caine bless.

Please don't be weird/overly rude OOC about her being Sabbat. IC is fine for the most part

RESOURCES [should you be interested in learning more about the Sabbat. They're much more interesting than just 'evil murderhobos', I promise :)]

The Book of Nod [it's a fun read. I'm not biased. Promise.]

The Ericyes Fragments [An alternative collection of apocryphal Noddist texts, originally held by the Cappadocians at Mt. Ericyes. It offers a less immediately sympathetic perception of Caine and the actions he/his childer/his grandchilder took, as well as things we don't see in the mainline Book of Nod such as the immediate aftermath of the Deluge or a description of Enoch's embrace]

Guide to the Sabbat [Revised Sourcebook] (a personal favorite of mine)

Caine's Chosen: The Black Hand [Sabbat Subfaction] [Revised Sourcebook]

[Image] (pinterest link)

[takiisieju]

Hi! 👋 Sending in some prompts for the SWARM drabble challenge :3

8. Sunrise in Koral

9. Sunset in Koral

Honestly all the characters from your SWARM universe are wonderful, but my favorite is Acid & Base <3

Hi! Thank you so much! This'll have to be divided into two parts, but I am very thankful for two prompts.

taglist: @roofgeese @poisonedtruth @theelderhazelnut @scentedcandleibex @spacestephh

tw: descriptions of insects

SUNRISE IN KORAL

The giant orange orb shows the tip of its flaming crown far beyond the Green Sea. The pinkish rays cut through its treacherous waves, and, as if swimming up to the Koral city, they paint the walls and cliffs with gorgeous golden hour watercolors. Even the many statues on the streets look alive in this lighting.

The city wakes up.

A flock of bats flies into the open window, swarms of bugs, moths, cockroaches and centipedes follow suit. A few rats crawl out of the walls. All of them seek the same place – a piece of yellow fabric lying on the untouched bedsheets. A small pile forms under the fabric, growing with every new creature joining the others. It grows and grows and grows until the red-haired head shows from inside the wide collar. The last of bugs crawl into the Swarm’s mouth, and he opens his eyes, inhaling sharply.

Another sunrise, another birth. Another dream of many places his nocturnal “pets” visited, many cicadas they heard and the sea that tried to swallow them whole. Not all of them returned, killed and eaten by stray cats, but Swarm always kept extras. Now, they crawled under his coat, settling on the thing’s body.

Swarm stands up, looks at himself in the mirror, mixes up one of the many different dirt and clay masks, covering his face with it. It is pointless, of course. Swarm creates a perfect body for himself – with perfectly smooth, soft skin, ever perfectly clean and neatly styled hair, even his signature makeup intact. It’s all just old habits, from his first, unhappy life. Shaking off the unpleasant thoughts, he cleans his face with a wet towel, and walks into the kitchen.

“Renata!” he calls. No response. He calls her again, but she never wakes up from just that.

He sighs and walks into her room, shaking the woman a little.

“It’s sunrise, Renata,” he whispers.

She groans but crawls out of bed. Paying no mind to the thing still being here, she starts to change her clothes. Swarm turns around politely, walking back to the kitchen. There’s water to boil, food to cook. They eat together, then Renata collects her plants and heads to the market, and Swarm returns to his room to carve out another woodblock of his illustration. It has to be done by tomorrow.

There are no clocks in Koral. The sun itself decides when the locals wake up and have midday rest and go to sleep. Even Acid-und-Base wakes up with the sun. She stretches her muscles, getting ready to spend the day swimming, hunting for fish and whatever treasure the Green Sea keeps from the earth-walkers. She looks at her stone beloved with a sorrowful sigh, and as she kisses him goodbye, the only ticking clock she found at the coral reefs showing it’s half past four.

Which means that Royal Deluxe and his mother have awakened ten minutes ago. The Fortune Teller boils the water, cooks whatever her son cuts beside her. Then, as they are about to eat, she takes two cards out of her deck. It’s The Hands for her and The Lion for him. Half of the seaweed pirozhki go into Royal Deluxe’s bag to be brought to his girlfriends.

One of them, Torophya, is particularly busy in the morning, standing beside a big cauldron, tossing in eggs, seaweed, herbs and fish, until something akin to a soup is ready. People of all sorts flock to the community diner, each one well-remembered by the cook, each one well-remembering her as well.

Each one gets a plate of warm food, a quarter of flatbread and hot water, infused with mint, basil or lemongrass. Soon, the entire hall is filled with people enjoying their free warm meal, discussing work and leisure and this day’s food. Kali Kali comes in too. A hearty meal is essential for her, having hours of labour ahead. There’s always cement to mix, rocks to carry and sand to dig. And so they promise to go to Royal Deluxe together.

The first pigeons start to deliver mail, white like a surrender flag. Neela has had her breakfast already, now busy with her beloved birds. The strongest ones are to deliver mail to the mainland’s cities, the smartest – to the ever-travelling Ark, and the youngest – around Koral.

The many pigeons rest atop of the ship-building docks. People there are already making and fixing boats and ships, as if there’s no task more important, at least in their lives. It smells like resin and wood stain and sea salt. One of the workers, a crowned man in greens, is measuring the wooden boards for a young fisherboy’s boat. And while he is a professional and a worker first and foremost, Avaritie knows the dishonest boy a little too well to let it slide. The boat will be finished, and it will be one good boat, guaranteed to serve the boy for long. But as the boy’ll be thanking Avaritie’s brigade, a small red orb will fall out of his mouth into the water basket near him, the one they drink from to prevent fainting from hard work and the chemical stench.

Perhaps that makes the boy reconsider his life choices and stop selling yesterday's fish as if it were fresh.

Or, perhaps, his soul now belongs to Avaritie forever.

[mechformers]

Hi Mech!

How's life treating you?

Heyo sweetest anon ❤️👋

Life went from manageably chaotic to a steep descent into pure chaos. After moving to a new country back in November, my previous job started causing problems. Then we had to say goodbye to our dog which hot harder than we thought it would, as we agreed and understood that he'd had a long and happy life. The emptiness without him shadowing us was one we weren't completely prepared for though... Then the previous work caused even more troubles, forcing us to move back again so that we could slap them with the big old doomsday of legal actions. As if all of this wasn't enough, our now oldest dog has bad hip dysplasia which he underwent surgery for last May, removing his right hip. Well... No more than two weeks back in the country, the left hip started acting up and he was rushed in for surgery to remove the left hip too. The surgery went very well and he's doing absolutely beautifully! 🥰 We're so proud of him! 👏 But beside the court stuff and his daily rehabilitation, and vet visits, there hasn't been much time to just sit down and have fun with writing.

The shadow of Ma Miles constantly hangs over me, but I've had to prioritize what's important IRL for now. Chapter 22 is almost ready though, but I don't dare jinx anything by predicting a release date for the chapter.

I'm really so sorry that Ma Miles suddenly hit a lengthy hiatus though. These past ten months has been absolutely wild and I'm so ready for all of this to be over soon! 😮‍💨

So yeah... That's how life is treating me atm 😅🤭 I do hope that your life is easier than this though! 😁❤️

[dayseternal-blog]

Hi👋 Your Naruhina Time Travel recs are so good! Are there any more new time travel recs?

omg for the longest time, I was like...no, I can't think of anymore. But actually, there is *one* that I hadn't recommended before! I came across it again when looking for a different fic...

Day 20 from "The Wonderful and Heartfelt Times of NaruHina by @journalsofagoddess - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Prompt: You're drunk.

Here are all of the ones I've recommended in the past:

NaruHina Time Travel AU

"A Single Effect" by MidnightRain19 - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. "What are we looking at here?" Naruto questions, barely keeping fear out of his tone. "I…I think that's us." Hinata whispers out in reply. But if that's true then the scroll they used worked forward, not backward taking them far from their original goals, far from what they wanted, and more importantly, how are they going to get home?

“The Time Strangers” by MidnightRain19 - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. “Wait Mama, you forgot to give Papa his goodbye kiss!“ Himawari called out, waving her arms up for Naruto not to leave yet. Hinata froze, face burning as she glanced back to Naruto. "His what?”

“Yesterday Morning” by MidnightRain19 - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Perhaps Boruto had spiked his coffee and now he was seeing things, but then he saw what looked to be like his 12 year old self along with his old team 7 staring at him widely in shock and realized that no, this isn’t one of those bizarre dreams of his!

“Time Travel Lovers” by EmpressAelin - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. After the Hidden leaf is destroyed, Naruto and Hinata must face the aftermath together.

“Family Bonding” by @itachiboutit - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. What happens when you accidentally travel back 20 years in the past and are stuck with your teenage father, who, spoiler alert, is even lamer than he is in the future? At least that’s the way Boruto sees it.

“The Things That Change” by pupeez4eva - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Wherein Hyuuga Hiashi, doting grandfather of Boruto and Himawari, ends up years in the past, and thoroughly confuses everyone.

“Shine Bright, Shine Far, (Oh Sun of Mine)” by Applepie - Rated G, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. This Konoha is not the one Himawari knows; everything is wrong, and everyone is gone. A strange man who’s not Papa is claiming to be the Hokage.

“Hold Me in Your Memory” by @badluckbrebis - Rated E, Police/Crime AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. When 2008 rookie Detective Uzumaki Naruto discovers that he can communicate with 2019 Crime analyst Hyūga Hinata, they embark together on a manhunt that defies space and time. But, can the two of them really face the Rinnegan Killer, the serial killer that destroyed both their lives?

If anyone knows of other time travel fics, please add them!

[onlyoneofupdates]

[220120] Yoojung on fancafe

오늘 날씨 만 같아라 🥺

라이온 안녕 👋 ❤ 🧚‍♀️ 🐰 유정이 🐰 🧚‍♀️ ❤ 에요 오늘은 출근하자마자 욱진 이랑 과자 랑 떡을 왕창 사서 들어 왔어요 👻 평소 보단 얇게 입어서 추울 까 봐 너무 걱정 했는 데 🥺 오늘은 뭔가 따듯?! 하 더라고요 ㅎㅎ 🌞 아참 !! 그 리고 오늘은 오래간만에 잠을 좀 많이 잤는데 예전엔 하 루 종 ~~~~ 일 자도 허리가 안 아팠는데 나이 먹는 게 슬슬 느껴지는 지 허리가 좀 아프 더라고요 ㅋ ㅎ ㅋ ㅎ ㅋ 😭 그리고 오늘 점 저는 스쿨 푸드 먹었는데 요즘은 분식에 꽂혀서 어제까지만해도 3 일 연속 떡볶이 만 먹은 거 있죠?!?! 헐 그러고 보니까 오늘도 떡 샀네 🤣 그럼 4 일 연속 떡돌이 오늘 하루도 무사히 잘 보내고 그럼 안녕 ❤🤘

Just like today's weather 🥺

Hello lyOn it's 👋 ❤ 🧚‍♀️ 🐰Yoojung 🐰 🧚‍♀️ ❤ As soon as I got to work today, I bought a lot of cookies and rice cakes with Wookjin 👻 I was worried that it would be cold because I wore it thinner than usual 🥺 But it's warm today?! It's like that hehe 🌞 Oh !! And today, after a long time, I slept a lot. In the past, my back didn't hurt even after I slept all day ~~~~ but it did, I feel like I'm getting old 😭 I also ate school food for luch, but these days, I'm obsessed with snaks. I ate only tteokbokki for 3 days in a row until yesterday?!?! Huh, come to think of it, I bought a rice cake today 🤣 Then rice cake doll for 4 days in a row... Today I hope you spend the day safely, goodbye ❤🤘