#❅ FES / winterfes.

[snowsleeves]

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Get back here— !! ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀PIPING⠀down has never been her strong suit when met with the slightest resistance, and these enchanted marshmallow treats have been resisting all day long. She wasn't so short-sighted as to waste her limited use of flash step right away... Not for the first half-hour, at least. Now she was out of abilities, out of patience, and her hunger was damn near bottomless. As a group of three dart up a tree in a manner that defies all logic, she scales right after them with speed and dexterity that would put a feline to shame — such is the depth of her hunger.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Ahh-ha ! Nowhere to run ! ❜⠀⠀It's only through magical means that they've come to terrorize this side of Cotest Fantasci in the first place, so it's not like they have the capacity to understand her gloating, but that doesn't really dampen her triumph. Her cheeks puff out as she shoves all three in her mouth in rapid succession, sitting back against the tree limb to better secure herself... and it's only then that she realizes she isn't alone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ … Ah. ❜⠀⠀Rukia swallows rather hard, having to clear her throat of leftover residue before she can even hope to say anything else. ⠀❛ My apologies. Had I noticed you, I would've shared. ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀@sxnburst —— winterfes s.c. !

[inheirit]

⠀⠀⠀THE ⠀Mistwood's in full form tonight, Rin can't help but note as they stand just outside the maze's entrance, thick mist swirling between frost-covered trees. As the signage leading up to the attraction had warned, it felt as though the near-constant thrum of mana — something one can easily neglect to notice, much like breathing — was suddenly snuffed out. ⠀⠀❛ ⠀It's not as though we need any advantage,⠀❜ ⠀she remarks with folded arms, brimming with confidence that isn't the least bit misplaced ( and the slightest bitter note of someone that still likes having little advantages ).

⠀⠀⠀It doesn't matter that it's a spooky maze in the middle of December, and it doesn't matter that the prize for doing so is only a photo and some little keepsake. Hell, the prize actually matters less. What matters is that it's a challenge, and Rin simply won't be satisfied until she's conquered it. It isn't out of fear or nervousness that she's been hesitating outside; her neck cranes as the voices within the maze itself grow dimmer, the occasional screams punctuating the air much less sharply. When she's satisfied, her arm links with Shirou's own until the space between them becomes nonexistent.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀They all sound far enough away now. That should keep things interesting. So — shall we ?⠀❜ 

⤷ @originsword : winterfes / spine chilling fun.

[breakergorgon]

⠀⠀⠀❛ An uncanny likeness. ❜ THERE'S a special warmth that enters her voice solely when Sakura's nearby; likewise, her smile reaches her eyes that much easier in her presence. Her Master's hard at work designing a gingerbread cookie in her sister's likeness, and Rider couldn't help but voice her approval as she peeks at her screen. Of course, she wasn't there just to stand behind her and watch — she's been equally diligent in capturing Shirou's likeness. It wouldn't be a one-to-one comparison in either case, as the natural limitations of a cookie lend to more... cutesy aesthetic choices... but somehow they seem to be capturing the correct essences.

⠀⠀⠀❛ Are you intending to eat these, or will they be gifts ? ❜

✶❙  @springsfall​ ——— winterfes !

[sabhran]

⠀⠀⠀ONE ⠀thing she can't deny about this island is their ability to lean into the seasons. Most find winter cold and unflinching, a time where all things die and wither in preparation for new life in the spring... and yet here, they embrace that time. They dress it up with beautiful lights, comforting food, and reasons for citizens to congregate. Honestly, she feels like she should be taking notes ( not that she'd say that ).

⠀⠀⠀But it's also a very selfish desire that brings her here. Cnoc na Riabh just wanted to see something lovely and delicate, that was all. Many talked about the breathtaking spectacle once the sun went down, and like many of life's simpler things, she couldn't resist seeing it for herself. The ash falls like snow thanks to the glow of the lights, but it lacks the crunch when one walks. It adds to the surreal nature of it all, and she admits she's quite taken by it. But she isn't so taken that she can't feel when someone's stare lingers on her far too long. Like a prickling sensation along the nape of her neck, instinct urges her to look past the kaleidoscope effect playing out in front of her; it doesn't take long to find the source.

⠀⠀⠀The closer she gets to him, the more pitiful she thinks he looks. His expression is equal parts yearning and resignation, and she isn't sure which side has won him over. Her hands rest on her hips, and she appraises him with far more neutrality — albeit a hint of the natural amusement that comes with curiosity. She's used to being ogled at by those who don't know any better, even more so since coming to this island, but this is more than a fleeting fancy — it doesn't take much personal experience to see that.

 ⠀❛ ⠀That look in your eye's quite brazen, you know. If the reason's good enough, I might overlook it.⠀ ❜ ⠀

For all the woes that this island has brought him—a myriad of pain and heartache he has felt throughout the years. There was still something to be said about the beauty one could potentially find here. The sense of awe it could evoke in someone. And here in the City of Glass, amidst the various lights and flowers whose colors seemed to dance around this tunnel—the ash looking more and more like snow falling gently across the path, forming a blanket upon whatever and whomever it may land on—Django Foley was undeniably mesmerized.

It's moments like this where he wonders if being summoned to this place—twice now come to think of it—was actually as bad as he made it out to seem. There are plenty of things that Django still longs for; his life as a gangster, his family and friends, the sense of excitement and power that running a notorious gang brought him. He misses the world he lived in and the opportunity he had to explore every facet of it. He misses the simple joys of life, his dogs, his hometown, and most of all his freedom.

But perhaps there is freedom in having to live on Radiale. There is a chance to enjoy life without the constant pressure of running a large criminal organization and having the vast majority of the world out for your blood. The never ending cycle of violence has been broken—albeit with the occasional island experiment causing Django to have to play his part. There is no reason to be tense. No purpose in having his guard up. If anything, this was always his chance to finally relax for once. To breathe.

Food for thought, surely. Seems like this tends to happen whenever Django finds himself in a calm state of mind. All manner of ideas bubbling up to the surface because for once they aren't being thrown under the rug haphazardly. Maybe it's something to take into consideration. I mean, it's what she would have wanted for him.

Speaking of; in an almost cruel twist of fate, as Django's eyes follow the beautiful array of lights being reflected off the glass, they would seemingly lead him to something he was, to be quite honest with you, not prepared to handle today, if ever.

She was like a ghost who had come to personally haunt him. A reminder of a kind of life and happiness that had vanished long ago without warning. Still as radiant as the day they had met all those years ago. My god would you just look at her. The poor bastard has no idea how to feel. Happy? Confused? Sad? Calling this a mixed bag of emotions wouldn't cut it. This was like a tornado; violent and powerful. Ready to bring him to his knees if it so wished.

Yet despite it all his features soften. He looks upon her with an expression of such bittersweet melancholy. Because despite all he currently feels, despite all the things Django wishes he could say or do right now, this isn't her. They may look nearly identical, but this is not the same woman he had once called his beloved years prior. The woman he had gone off to marry and spend a blissful existence with for just half a year more.

" ......... "

This was someone entirely new.

@sabhran

[grnkle]

STARTER CALL - WINTER FES EDITION!

like this and i'll write a starter of varying length based on a winterfes activity. i'll choose them at random, but if you have an idea feel free to comment! capped at three. i finished these fast, so i'm going ahead and allowing for four more ( 7 all together ) !!

[alphavanilla]

Something a little different, but still art!

My friend has a resin printer, and printed my HeroForge mini files of Carmen, Winterfer, Fe and Yrian, as well as a file we bought for a Tortle druid. I painted them at his place (my friend helped with Carmen and Yrian as this was my first time painting minis) - the tortle is a gift for one of my players of his character who is a tortle druid, and because I was also the one who he commissioned to design his character, I was able to paint and garnish it to be just like the design! I thought, what better birthday gift than a custom painted mini of your character! I hope he likes it :)

[mysticsever]

        ❝   This is so boring...   ❞   

             THWACK. 

             Another animated marshmallow struck down in its prime, right in the middle of an impressive leap to what it thought was safety. At this point, Shiki didn’t even really need to move. The stupid bastards just kept coming her way. And she, for one, had plenty of skewers to use as throwing weapons. It took a little getting used to the difference in weight, but compared to a regular knife, they weren’t so bad. 

        ❝   And it’s still the most exciting thing I’ve done all month. … Tch— Damn. I don’t even like sweets.   ❞  She’s eaten her way through six skewers so far.

@ordertorn​ : WINTERFES.

[painflares]

      ❝   … Well— something is amiss.   ❞   SHE   scans along the tree once again, gaze more critical than the last once-over. The lights are dazzling, so that’s covered. Ornament coverage looks... Uniform, at the very least. Has she just been staring at it too long ?  She folds her arms beneath her chest, conserving what little warmth she’s managed to build up. 

      ❝   I feel as if the answer’s right in front of me.   ❞

@leafslash​ : winterfes ! 

[shadowflashing]

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ I never did get to ask Arval, but why won't these powers let me go through walls ? It would make things so much easier. ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀SHE'S lost track of how long she's been wandering this 'crystal funhouse,' but it's sure starting to feel like a maze. She may have slipped through the shadows once or twice already... but last time she came dangerously close to knocking over some ice sculptures in her haste, so she's since thought better of it. That, of course, only leaves exploring the old-fashioned way. And it's starting to feel way too cold for the old-fashioned way ! … Not that it stopped her from buying some shaved ice along the way.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ I guess I could just cut my losses and try again another time. It's not like it's far from my place... but I'm not much of a quitter, and I'm starting to think I'll hear these chimes in my sleep if I don't find out what they are. And how did these even get in here ? ❜ She mumbles to herself with more than a little exasperation, having stepped right on another of those weird flowers as she rounded yet another corner. The pollen's pesky, that's for sure; her boots and calves are pretty sporadically dusted as is. All this is to say that when she does round that corner, only to see a ghost emerging from a hallway just a little ahead, she's ill-equipped to respond.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The heels of her boots all but skid along the ground, having come to such an abrupt stop. It's very much unlike her, but she freezes completely in place. Hell, she's lucky she didn't drop her shaved ice. This is her first time encountering someone who shouldn't be walking around anymore — much less someone that she put in the ground. It unsettles her more than she thought it would. … No, it unsettles her just the right amount. It's just like all the clichés in the books she's read; for the third time in her life, her blood's running cold. Of course, what comes out of her mouth does absolutely nothing to betray any of this — and certainly not the rapid variations of 'fight' and 'flight' that flit through her head in rapid succession.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Hey there. Fancy meeting you here. ❜

@gautiheir ——— winterfes s.c. !

[clarentheir]

          ❝   Man, everyone who comes up here puts up so little fight. It’s getting downright embarrassing... !   ❞   AND   that was even with pulling punches, something Mordred only considered because it was snow and not a legitimate fight !  Maybe the stronger people in this place were too uptight to enjoy a good snowball fight or two... ? 

[bornofrose]

Hello!! Helloooo- I need to do the thing! This is a starter call for winter fes/croucus related threads with Gyess! Imma leave it uncapped, though it’ll be selective (any old partners wanna skip ahead in time a bit I am down for this).

I haven’t decided how she’ll respond to the truth flower, but we will see when it happens. She can probably be found at any of the winterfes locations. I’m super open to plotting though, and will likely reach out to message about what you’d like our muses to do ^^

[inheirit]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀They should really have someone sweep these overnight or something...⠀❜ ⠀⠀THE ⠀mage mutters to no one in particular, using the side of her boot to clear up a couple of the steps leading up to the next market stall. It's a long, long way down if one were to slip — but that's par for the course amid the Sky-Strewn Isles. Factor in eager crowds wanting to get limited-edition holiday items and that risk factor jumps up astronomically.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀If the price markups don't kill you, the fall will.⠀❜ 

⤷ @grmadon : winterfes / an uplifting(?) winter fair.

[animasend]

  yes i’m using u-chan icons for ooc things i love her but. anyways. 

  i have realized that despite my undying love for winterfes i’ve done...no fes things all month long. a crime, truly, so to fix that consider this a winterfes starter call with no cap. the activities will be decided with a randomizer because that makes it ten times more fun! and if i don’t get these all done then feel free to hunt me for sport

[hopeled]

   i’ll most likely pin this due to the nature of the fes, but this is a starter call for winterfes! as it’s a month long little thing, i’ll keep this uncapped and will get to posting them throughout the week since there’s no rush for it! ritsuka will probably be doing a little bit of every activity 

[acerbicaccoster]

#TBD

{ SO... I know I owe people some replies but uhhhhhhh I want to also do winterfes stuff too

Capped at 3 so I don’t die! If you have anything specific you want to do with BK at the fes, feel free to reply instead of liking! }

[alphavanilla]

Day 3 of daily pose sketches! This time I drew Yrian and Zeldove - since I had all 4 of them in sitting poses now, I also threw them together in a campfire scene! As Zeldove is a paladin, Winterfer is a cleric and Fe & Yrian are rogues, I kind of have a whole adventuring party!