#( ♪ ) a heavenly tune

[saintelia]

whenever a mogai coining blog deactivates / deletes their gender posts that the saint relates to, she goes through her own personal burning of the library of alexandria

[violetlunette]

This a a Prompt from my Disney Song Prompt List.

I'm technically stretching the rules here, but I guess since Disney owns Fox now, I can count on a technicality.

Song: Once Upon a December (Anastasia)

Requested by @singerkillerjaetch

~*~

The winter’s cold stabbed through straight to Silver’s bones, turning pink flesh blue and causing teeth to clatter.

‘I’ll have to find shelter soon,’ he thought. He searched the area, but his vision was hazy due to the thick mist his breath made.

Silver had no idea how long he had been in these icy woods, lost and alone. What he did know was that if he didn’t find warmth soon, Silver would never find it again.

Silver stumbled against a tree, his fingers so numb that he couldn’t even feel the scratchy bark of the tree.

‘I can’t… I can’t…’

“Stand up.” Ah, it was that voice again. “It doesn’t matter what you have to do. As long as you live.”

Silver closed his eyes against the sound. That voice always appeared at times like this, when he was lost.

He just wished he could remember who that voice belonged to.

‘Then again, if I could recall anything, I wouldn’t be here.’ With a shudder, Silver stood and continued to trudge through the thick snow, ripping his leg as the white gripped his knees.

A time ago, the boy had been found wandering with no memory of his past or even who he was. He only had his name due to his hair, and he hated the name “Gray.”

Silver began to worry that he would never find his true identity when fate, or perhaps luck, intervened. 

Silver met a pixie after he rescued her from a band of thieves who were going to sell her in a bottle. 

After the human shared his plight with her, she mysteriously told Silver that he should go to Briar Valley. There, he should seek out “Lilia Vanrouge.” Before Silver could question why, the other vanished.

Having no other leads, the teen made his journey to Briar Valley. 

Once he arrived, he was surprised to find the entire valley coated in snow.

Travelers had told him that this winter had been going on for some time, caused by the sorrow of the Dragon Prince, who had lost something dear to him. Silver, whose heart already twinged at the mention of him, went out to the prince. Whatever he lost must have been precious to create such a storm for so long--

Koff, koff!

Silver’s throat ached and nearly choked him. Silver came to these woods to find his past, but if he didn’t hurry and find protection from the cold, Silver wouldn’t have a future either.

There were many times Silver’s body nearly gave out and fell to the storm, but each time he did, the same voice would appear in his head, begging him to live.

‘I wish I knew... if only I could recall...’ Who that person was.

Silver pressed his lips tight, and his brow furrowed deeply.

It was faint, glowing as dim as an ember, but he could recall someone holding him as a child. In their arms, Silver felt safe and warm. He hadn’t felt that way for a long time.

If the human thought harder, he could hear a faint lullaby being sung. He couldn’t recall the song itself or the words—just the tune.

♬♪♬...♪♪♬...

Silver placed a hand over his chest as the muscle inside it ached. 

It hurt, but it was that pain that kept him going. For his heart to ache and yearn so strongly for something his mind could not recall, Silver must have loved it deeply and dearly. And, surely, those feelings had to have been returned...

Right?

Hope could only move a body for so long, and it seemed that it was going to fade when Silver's aurora-colored eyes spotted something.

In the distance, settled between one of the many large trees and a stream, frozen completely by the cold, was a cottage. 

The sight brought tears to the teen’s eyes as warmth slowly spread to his icy bones.

He knew this place better than he knew anything else. This...this was home. His home.

He was home.

Whoosh!

The door opened so fast that it was nearly pulled from the house. Light came pooling out. The only light in the dark, icy world. Framed by this heavenly glow was a figure that made Silver’s heart cry out, though his lips remained silent in shock. He held his breath until the other spoke.

“Silver?” That voice—he recognized it! It was the same voice that kept him alive all this time. This person was his...

“Father?”

~*~

Lilia stood, shaking not from the cold but from the emotions that filled him upon seeing the sight before him.

“Silver?” Was it a dream? Or perhaps he was seeing a ghost. Could this be his son? The child he had lost what felt like ages ago?

Crack!

His grip broke the wood of the entryway. He didn’t dare hope. He didn’t dare dream. Not after all this time.

And yet--

“Father?” Lilia’s heart, numb from grief for so long, began to beat once more.

Only to break as the lad fell.

“Silver!” Lilia bolted from the doorway to his son’s side, pulling him from the snow as he called the other’s name again and again. Sadly, there was no response.

“Silver!” Surely fate didn’t deliver his boy to his doorstep just to have him die before the father. Such a thing would be far too cruel.

“Silver, please! Please…”

Once upon a December, Silver vanished from his life.

Lilia would not let that happen again.

[ariparri]

Hoshimatsuri

╭──────────────────────────────────► Hello

✦ Found some inspiration to write another ThoYu fic! Thanks to my friend @chrystabelleblaumferge for giving me ideas for this storyline! ☆彡

│││ Word Count: 1906

││✧ Pair: Thoma x Yuna (OC)

│✧ Tags: OC insert written in 1st POV (I/me/my), no use of Y/N or Yuna's name, fluff, established relationship, set before archon quest.

✧ Synopsis: It is believed that when a couple makes a wish during the Tanabata festival and a shooting star appears in the sky, it is a sign of their love being blessed for eternity by two star crossed lovers.

✦ Listened to Kiseki in the original Japanese, the acoustic cover and the English cover while writing this song (๑>◡<๑) But I feel like the acoustic version fits for this fic ♪( ´▽｀)

Kiseki by Greeeen

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Genshin Masterlist

❌ NO REPOSTING ❌

With summer finally in season, all of Inazuma gather to celebrate the star festival. Having the rest of our evening off, Thoma and I were thrilled to finally spend our free time together. The both of us strolled hand in hand through the bustling streets, surrounded by the vibrant colors of festival decorations and the cheerful chatter of attendees.

The summer night felt enchanting with lively anticipation. The air was warm, and the delicious scent of festival foods like yakitori and sweet dango were being carried in the breeze. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs cast a soft, colorful glow, illuminating the lively streets and bustling stalls. There's a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves of nearby bamboo trees, adding a soothing background murmur to the people’s chatters. The sky above is clear, sprinkled with countless stars that twinkle like tiny lanterns themselves.

The atmosphere is filled with a sense of joy as people of all ages come together to celebrate under the canopy of stars. Laughter and music mingle with the occasional sound of the taiko drums and flute performances, creating a symphony of festive sounds. The night was perfect for celebrating the star festival.

Street performers played traditional songs suited for the night, their instruments filling the air with festive melodies. I happily hummed along to the tune of children singing as Thoma and I strolled through the crowded street. While wandering between the stalls, something caught my eye, and I quickly pulled Thoma in its direction. He didn’t seem to mind; his smile widened as he watched me dart excitedly from booth to booth, admiring the colorful trinkets and merchandise.

“Thoma, look over here! They have little charms of Orihime and Hikoboshi!” I exclaimed, cooing over the adorable character charms. “Aren’t they cute?” Thoma took one from my hand and inspected it closely. “They really are. But, can you tell me who Orihime and Hikoboshi are?” At his question, I stopped in my tracks, staring at him with wide eyes as if he had said something shocking. Thinking he must have offended me, Thoma quickly tried to defend himself. “Well, you know, this is my first festival here! I’m not yet familiar with all of Inazuma's myths and legends!” He laughs awkwardly holding his hands up in defense.

“Oh that’s right. This would be your first Tanabata since you first arrived in Inazuma!” I sheepishly chuckled, “Sorry, I just get so excited for the star festival. It’s honestly my favorite out of all the festivals we have.” Thoma smiled warmly. “No need to apologize! I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself. So, tell me about Orihime and Hikoboshi.”

“Okay!” I clapped my hands, preparing to dive into a quick storytelling session. “You know how the star festival is called Hoshimatsuri? Well, this evening is also known as Tanabata, and it's celebrated in honor of two star-crossed lovers, Orihime and Hikoboshi.”

“The Sky King, Tentei, ruled over the heavenly river known as the Amanogawa. His daughter Orihime was known as the Weaving Princess. She was talented for weaving these beautiful cloth that her father adored and would always spend her days by the river weaving. Though, because she spent so much of her time on her craft, she never had time to find love and felt lonely.”

“Worried about his daughter’s loneliness, Tentei arranged for her to meet Hikoboshi, who lived across the Amanogawa herding cows. When the two met, they instantly fell in love and married shortly thereafter. But their newfound happiness caused problems—Orihime stopped weaving cloth for Tentei, and Hikoboshi let his cows roam free in Heaven.”

Thoma listened intently, his eyes tracing my animated gestures as I spoke. He could tell just how much I loved this story by how I waved my hands around as I spoke. He didn't seem to mind my dramatic storytelling; instead, he appreciated my expressive nature. Captivated by my passion, he wore a fond smile, happily engaged in the tale and occasionally contributing his own thoughts.

“In anger, Tentei separated the two lovers across the Amanogawa, forbidding them from meeting. Orihime became heartbroken at the loss of her husband and asked her father to let them meet again. Moved by his daughter’s tears, Tentei allowed the lovers to meet on the seventh day of the seventh month if she worked hard and finished her weaving.”

“And that would be Tanabata.” Thoma interjected, “the evening of the seventh day.”

“Mhmm, yes exactly!” As I nodded and chuckled along with Thoma, feeling his warm gaze fixed on me throughout our conversation, I couldn't help but admire how he always seemed to understand my excitement for these stories. Seeing the genuine interest on his face, I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell. He truly loved how passionate I was about anything.

“Though,” I closed my eyes and let out a quiet sigh, “the first time they tried to meet, they found that they could not cross the river because there was no bridge. Orihime cried so much that a flock of magpies came and promised to make a bridge with their wings so she could cross the river.” This was the part of the story that always got to me, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness. It breaks my heart to know they can only meet once a year. I could feel tears starting to form as I thought about how lonely they must have been throughout the rest of the year when they couldn’t meet.

“They say that if it rains on Tanabata, the magpies can't come because of the rising river, and the two lovers must wait another year to meet. The rain on this day is called ‘The Tears of Orihime and Hikoboshi.’” The tears in my eyes threatened to fall. “It’s so unfair, Thoma. They can only see each other once a year.” I let out a few sniffles and wiped my eyes. “Imagine having to wait so long just for one fleeting moment together. It's heartbreaking."

Thoma’s expression softened, and he gently cupped my face with his hands, replacing mine. His thumbs wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. “Hey now, seeing each other only once a year is tough, but it didn’t stop Orihime and Hikoboshi, right? They were willing to wait because their love for each other was that strong.” He paused, looking deep into my eyes with a comforting smile. “Their story is sad, but it’s also a testament to the power of their love. It reminds us that love can endure even the hardest challenges. Besides, you know I’d wait an eternity to see you if I had to.”

His words warmed my heart, and I felt a sense of reassurance wash over me. “You’re right,” I murmured, placing my hands over his. “Their love is a symbol of hope, not just sadness. You always know what to say to make me feel better.” Thoma smiled and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “Anytime,” he whispered wiping away the rest of my tears. “No more tears now, we still have a festival to enjoy.”

“Ah!” I suddenly pulled away, excitement bubbling up inside me again. “Before we do anything else, we have to make a wish!” I pointed towards a crowded stand adorned with colorful slips of paper and decorations. People were eagerly writing their wishes and stringing them up on the bamboo nearby. Thoma chuckled and followed my lead, his eyes sparkling with the same enthusiasm.

As we wrote our wishes, I glanced up towards the sky, remembering a popular myth that came with the legend. "You know, there’s a myth that many people believe," I said with a twinkle in my eye, sighing dreamily. "If a shooting star appears on the night of the star festival, your wish will come true, and the love you share with someone will be blessed for eternity."

Thoma looked up at the sky alongside me, his expression thoughtful. "That's a sweet myth," he said softly. "I hope we see a shooting star tonight." We both finished writing our wishes and hung them together on the bamboo. A smile graced my face as the colorful slips fluttered gently in the night breeze. The act felt intimate and special, like a shared promise of our hope and dreams under the starlit sky.

Thoma gently led me away from the wishing stand, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. "Come on, the fireworks are about to start. We don't want to miss them, do we?" His question brought me back to the moment. "Oh no, I almost forgot!" I exclaimed, slipping out of Thoma's embrace and taking his hand eagerly. "Let's hurry if we want to find a good spot!"

"Don’t worry, I already have a spot in mind," Thoma assured me, gently pulling me back before I could rush off. Confused yet intrigued, I looked at him, but he just winked and led me confidently towards where the fireworks would illuminate the sky.

Following Thoma, we found ourselves in a cozy spot with an unobstructed view of the area. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw a blanket, cushions, and a basket already set up. "Of course you'd manage to find a secluded spot away from the crowd! How did you have time to set all this up?"

“Right before it was time to meet you at Komore Teahouse,” Thoma said as he sat down on the soft blanket, patting the space next to him for me to join him. “Since I finished my tasks early and got the rest of the evening off, I spent a little of my free time preparing all of this.”

I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're such a workaholic, Thoma. Even when you're supposed to relax, you're always finding something to do." He chuckled back and produced a small container, unveiling perfectly crafted tricolor dango. "I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you," he said warmly, offering the treat to me.

I smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his thoughtfulness. “A picnic under the stars? How romantic~ You always go above and beyond, don’t you?” I teased, taking a bite of the dango. The sweet, chewy treat melted in my mouth, and I savored the familiar taste. Thoma watched with satisfaction, his eyes twinkling under the soft glow of the moon light. “You deserve the best,” he replied softly. “Seeing you happy makes it all worthwhile.”

We continued munching on snacks and chatting to pass the time before the fireworks began. As soon as the first firework illuminated the sky, we settled down to watch. My excitement grew with each new burst of color that joined the display, painting the night in vibrant hues. Amidst the dazzling explosions, a brilliant streak flashed across the canvas of twinkling stars and colors, its radiant light cutting through the darkness.

“Thoma,” I gasped, eyes wide with wonder. “Was that a-”

"A shooting star," Thoma finished my sentence, confirming the answer. He squeezed my hand, a smile spreading across his face. "Our wish," he murmured, pulling me close and resting his head on mine, "looks like the myth is true." I matched Thoma’s smile with one of my own, leaning into him. Together, we watched in awe as the shooting star disappeared into the horizon, a symbol of the promise for our future together, blessed for eternity.

[saintelia]

how the saint feels pretending to understand how to use gender flag bases when it comes to gender systems:

genuinely she doesn’t know how people use the flag bases.. the black and white ones… heuhhh?

[saintelia]

queued up 2 New genders for the congregation ( aer followers & mutuals )!! these genders have Diff post formatting from my Older posts, something Fancier. trying to be Cool :p hopefully you all Enjoy!

[saintelia]

favorite thing to do is set on some good music & start making flags like crazzyyyyy

[saintelia]

one thing that bothers the saint slightly abt the coining community is that no one seems checks to see if someone’s already coined smth before posting.. che thinks Generally most people won’t mind other’s reimagining flags and such, but he finds it a little Sad that coining credits don’t seem to actually matter much (?)

to be fair, che is not Innocent in this, che’s sure some of my posts are Accidental recoins, but he does try to check before he posts, especially with media flags like genshin or even yokai watch ( although che has reason to think che’s the only yokai watch fan left in this world, Justice for the heavenly saint and the yokai gang )

tldr: che thinks credit is an important thing, not to be a narc or fed or Annoying loser. again, accidents happen, of course. but che thinks a a quick search could help lower the accident rate.