#I have seen so many Spirits oO

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He missed me which was lucky but then I got downed when the exposed was almost over... Also I always feel dumb cleansing Haunted Ground but I've ignored totems that turned out to be Devour. The only hex perk I don't cleanse is Plaything. People often use it with Pentimento and I typically pay attention to my surroundings.

I find Unknown hard to play against in chase while I'm weakened. If I stare at him to remove it, I just run into stuff and get stuck... His power seems janky as fuck too. Like how did it miss me? I've missed easy shots as him too and it's annoying u8

Someone had dropped a medkit with a syringe because of Franklin's. I picked it up and moved it so it would be safe. I was either going to use it on Soma or Feng. I could have done a better job at protecting them... I thought cutting through the house would be best but I was wrong.

I was like "What Killer would send us to a farm map...?" A lot of hexes recently. What's up? Honestly not that unfun. I usually don't care for playing against Wraiths but this wasn't a boring match.

I feel bad dropping shack immediately but I'm not a confident looper so it felt safest to drop it...

WHO PUTS A PIPE THERE!? Also vaulting was dumb but I wouldn't have made it anywhere anyways. Maybe I could have faked it and she swung at it while I held W to the pallet. I wish I could use an exhaustion perk but I like my perks...

First time seeing a P100 Ghost Face! Also I had no idea where he was most of the match and that was terrifying 8u

Should have left a +Rep for being adorable... I always get anxious and just leave xD;

[trippygalaxy]

Sky isn't First's reincarnation, Warriors is.

Heads up, this is just a headcanon! I am using LOZ canon in parts to help fortify my thinking but again, this isnt to prove a point!

Also tagging people below! I was going to reblog my og post but this came out too long and would just be better as its own post!

I believe that Sky isn't the reincarnation of Hyila's chosen hero, but instead the hero's incarnation. While both the fandom (loz and lu) and the canon use the two words interchangeably, they truly do have two different meanings, even if they are considered 'small.'

So does this mean I believe Warriors to be the hero's direct reincarnation? In a way, yes I do. I believe that there are some threads in canon that can stablize this idea, but most are based on personal preference and headcanons.

If you wanna know more, ill be going more into it under the cut!

Firstly, the difference between reincarnation and an incarnation!

Reincarnation, defined as “a person or animal in whom a particular soul is believed to have been reborn”

an example of this would be Sky, Sun and Demise. We see many of these reincarnations, but most notably and factual would be Demise’s reincarnation to Ganondorf. They share the same soul, at least the one from OOT does.

Incarnations, Defined as “a person who embodies in the flesh a deity, spirit, or abstract quality.”

Now, there arent any solidly proven instances in LOZ but most can assume that Nayru, Din and Farore from the OOS and OOA games/mangas are incarnations of the deities they are named after. But a more well rounded example would be to look at mythos in the real world, specifically Greek mythos with their gods Gaia, Thanatos, Nyx, and more.

Sky, or SS Link, has been believed to be the reincarnation of the First hero (“First”), is it even easier to prove him to be a incarnation. Sky, in the canon of Skyward Sword (“SS”) is not proven to be the direct reincarnation of the chosen hero- he is said to be the chosen hero, and plays such roll in the story of SS but there is nothing that says he is the direct reincarnation of First. Perhaps there is evidence that states otherwise, that is likely in the vast canon of Legend of Zelda, but it feels (and is stated) that the cycle of ‘reincarnation’ starts with SS link and his Zelda.

An incarnation feels like the better fit for the character of Sky. He is, and would be, the incarnation of the Chosen Hero, a heroic spirit known for his courage and loyalty to the divine. Hyila in the uncanon manga stated that she would meet First again, but again we do not get any notion that this refers to any reincarnation like the goddess takes.

Now for Warriors, or Hw Link, there are obviously the visual similarities that connect Warriors with First as both are the only one seen to wear scarves, as well as the one shoulder pauldrons. But it should also be noted the similarities in the stories both partake in. The main concept is very similar to the rest of the courageous heroes, but these two seem to be the only was who have fought in war of sorts, both battling against a dark army as the only hero able to fall the mighty leader.

Now, most of the rest of these thoughts would be based on the frames of headcanons rather than facts, as the idea behind this thought was of the poetic similarities between the two characters rather than facts within the LOZ or LU canon

Warriors and First being the 'leaders' of a war, neither being ready for such responsibilities yet being forced to none the less because they are the only ones able to hold such responsibilities

Both feeling unworthy of holding such power for being 'unpure' (First; being imprisoned for 4 years, Wars; encounters with Cia and/or having Dark Link being created)

Being experienced, infield fighters compared to dungeon crawlers, both of which are used to working with others in planning/fighting

First has been characterize within the fandom (and canon) as a recluse, naturally from his trauma of imprisonment yet even then he still has this authoritative status and energy to him. And while Warriors is seen as anything BUT a recluse in the fandom, it is still canon within the canon that he was infact a mute. So, its interesting to note how similar the two's nature would of been if certain characteristics in canon werent there (ie, HW link getting overconfident and prideful, which First shows little to no traits of in his appearances)

Back to characterization, both tend to be depicted as chivalrous men, either because of their roles as important 'military' figures or their natural personalities.

These are really just my beginning thoughts on this! Im....I like this idea a lot- as you can tell!

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Your honor I love this man -Danny Words: 2,001 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Safe and Sound' -by Graham Colton

LV: I've Had a Vision (I'm Delusional)

"That thing is really red," Percy comments once they get upstairs. "I wonder if it's cherry-flavored."

"Why don't you swim over and find out?" Annabeth smirks.

"How about no."

"Get married already." Ara snorts and turns to Frank. "So what did you find out?"

"According to my Pylos cousins," he starts, "the chained god we're looking for in Sparta is my dad... uh, I mean Ares, not Mars. Apparently, the Spartans kept a statue of him chained up in their city so the spirit of war would never leave them."

"Oo-kay," Leo places an arm around Ara's waist. "The Spartans were freaks. Of course, we've got Victory tied up downstairs, so I guess we can't talk."

"The Spartans were quite vicious when it came to how they trained their warriors—I wouldn't be surprised if they thought chaining Ares was like, saying they had the upper hand in battle," Ara comments.

Jason leans on the railing and winces. "On to Sparta, then. But how does a chained god's heartbeat help us find a cure for dying?"

"Piper said something about visions in her blade," Hazel mentions. Everyone turns to the girl, but she's scowling at Jason's injury, not listening to their conversation. "Piper?" Hazel repeats.

"Sorry, what?"

"I was asking you about the visions. You told me you'd seen some stuff in your dagger blade?"

"Uh... right." Piper brings out the blade. Everyone throws nervous glances at Ara, and that doesn't feel endearing in the least. "I, um... I don't see anything right now. But one vision kept popping up. Annabeth, Ara, and I are exploring some ruins—"

"Ruins!" Leo pipes in, letting go of Ara and rubbing his hands like a fly. "Now we're talking. How many ruins can there be in Greece?"

"Quiet, Leo," Annabeth scolds him. "Piper, do you think it was Sparta?"

"Maybe. Anyway... suddenly we're in this dark place like a cave. We're staring at this bronze warrior statue. In the vision I touch the statue's face and flames start swirling around us. That's all I saw."

"Flames." Frank makes a face. "I don't like that vision."

"Me neither," Percy mumbles, eyes on the sea serpent. "If the statue engulfs people in fire, we should send Leo."

"I love you too, man." He scoffs. "I didn't keep the Polaroid, you know? No need to threaten me."

"You know what I mean. You're immune. Or, heck, give me some of those nice water grenades Ara designed and I'll go. Ares and I have tangled before."

Ara clicks her tongue and shakes her head, deep in thought. "No one said we had to fight him, you bubble-head. For all we know he might need saving..."

"Does Ares sound like a helpless god to you?"

"It does when he's chained," Ara argues.

"If Piper saw us three going after the statue, then that's who should go," Annabeth stops their bickering. "We'll be all right. There's always a way to survive."

"Not always," Hazel reminds them.

"Gee, guys, we can't all be depressed!" Ara scolds them with sarcasm. "Mom said it's my turn with the saddies!"

"I'm the one that's dying," Leo retorts in the same way.

"Which reminds me," Frank shows them the vial of poison. "What about this stuff? After the House of Hades, I kind of hoped we were done drinking poison."

"That's just one ingredient," Ara shrugs. "We might get to mix it with, dunno, some cherry-flavored coke?" She smirks at Percy. "You know, in the past, some people used to consume poison in small amounts to build resistance to it. Maybe it's the same."

Everyone turns to Annabeth and she shrugs. "Do I look like I'd know that sort of useless info? Ara's the one with the weird death interests."

"Don't worry guys, I'll figure it out," she smiles at the group.

"Not by testing it," Percy argues.

"I'll read a book."

"You can read?"

Ara reaches to punch him and Frank steps in to keep them away from each other.

"Store the poison securely in the hold," Annabeth continues while the siblings bicker. "For now, that's all we can do. Once we figure out this chained god situation, we'll head to the island of Delos."

"The curse of Delos," Hazel sighs. "That sounds fun."

"Hopefully Apollo will be there," Annabeth keeps talking still deep in thought. "Delos was his home island. He's the god of medicine. He should be able to advise us."

"I volunteer for that quest too," Ara says, trying to sound casual.

Leo immediately protests. "No way!"

"What? You can't stop me from looking at my favorite god from up close!"

"No, I agree with Leo on this one, you should stay here," Percy teases her. "Unless you still want to become her muse?"

Leo looks at her with worry. "You're not a kid anymore, what if he tries to woo you?"

"That's not why I'm going!" Ara blushes. "Listen, he still thinks I'm his biggest fan, right? If I ask him to help, give a few compliments, I bet he'll cave easier."

"Something tells me he'll cave to more than that," Leo mutters and Percy nods dramatically.

"We're derailing!" Ara huffs, getting redder.

The sea serpent blows out steam, distracting her brother. "Cherry has figured out we're not a dragon. Maybe we should take to the air for a while?"

"Airborne it is! Festus, do the honors!" As the ship rises, Leo checks out the monitors. "We should reach Sparta by morning—And remember to come by the mess hall tonight, folks, 'cause Chef Leo is making his famous three-alarm tofu tacos!"

Everyone scatters and Ara leans on the control board, nudging Leo's side. "You're not really that worried about Apollo, right?"

"Why would I? You're just like, madly in love with him since always," he punches buttons with unnecessary force.

Ara sighs. "You've been touchy today," she gently grabs his shoulder. "Please, tell me what's bothering you."

Leo looks up at her with annoyance. "What is your problem, huh? Isn't it enough to have me wrapped around your finger, you have to know every thought that crosses my mind?"

Ara holds back a grin. "I'm sorry... It's just that I, like Piper, had a vision. Except my vision is more like female intuition rooted in the fact that I'm in love with you and can tell when you're unhappy."

Leo turns away to operate the Archimedes Sphere. "Nothing important..." he mumbles, but Ara hears it.

"Hey, none of that," she frowns, circling his frame to face him. "You know better." The boy seems in a terrible mood, and Ara knows she's running out of time to fix things between them. "How about a spa night after dinner?"

Silence.

"Just the two of us?" He mumbles something in response, staring at the monitors with a pout. Ara smiles. "And you can stay the whole night."

"You had me at spa night, doll," he looks up with a sort of enthusiastic grin that lacks his usual energy. "Thank you."

Ara kisses his forehead gently. "It's your turn to lean on me."

Despite having a fun night with Leo, she still didn't get much sleep. Her eyes open at four in the morning and after that, she can't stop the noise in her head, so she slips out of Leo's embrace and makes her way to the showers.

Ara can be extremely tired before bed and still wake up too early to be considered a healthy rest. Most times she's lucky enough to not feel tired throughout the day, but this morning is not one of those. Her eyes feel puffy even after the shower, her head hurts, and as she watches Leo's peaceful expression pressed against her pillow, she has to suppress the urge to throw a hairbrush at him out of envy—and also because he was the reason why she stayed up so late.

No one is awake, so she eats alone in the Mess Hall, then spends an hour dozing off on the table trying to review their trajectory, jumping out of her seat every time something creaks or her muscles spasm. She considers going back and cuddling up against Leo but then he walks in, hair all over the place and eyes sleepy.

"You abandoned me."

"I couldn't sleep," she grumbles. "I feel like crap and it's all your fault."

Leo walks past her and gives her a light kiss, sniffing the top of her head. "At least you don't smell like it," he jokes, still having that sleepy voice Ara loves to hear.

He hands her a cup of dark coffee. Leo doesn't like it but Ara does, and even though a normal cup does nothing for her, a heavily charged espresso makes her brain jumpstart better than most things.

Leo sits down and grabs a bag of Fonzies, but Ara takes it away and places an apple in his hand instead. "You know," he moves his chair to face her, taking a bite from the fruit. "You do this to me a lot. I wake up and you're gone."

Ara takes a sip of her coffee and grimaces, then coughs a little. "Not on purpose. I don't know, maybe my body isn't used to sharing small beds," she suggests, rubbing her eyes.

"So your body doesn't want me near?" Ara glares at him but then realizes he's smirking. "Just teasing, sunshine," he bites the apple and winks at her, leaving his seat. "Finish your coffee, I'll check how long 'til we get to Sparta."

Ara wants to kill Percy after he explodes all the pipes in the Argo II—she also gets a little bit anxious after hearing Piper's dream, but spending a whole afternoon smelling like a toilet after his whoopsie isn't fun, so Leo takes the boy downstairs to repair the water system as punishment.

Once on the ground, and after walking for like half an hour, Piper and Annabeth find some ominous holes and conclude that they must jump in them, so the day is officially ruined. 

Ara stifles a yawn. "Am I allowed to jump in first or am I still not reliable?"

"They weren't doing this before..." Annabeth approaches the pits and examines them, her eyes are still puffy from the crisis she had five minutes ago. 

Ara doesn't want to think too much about it, but the older girl told them about that scary moment when Percy tortured the goddess of Misery, and Ara isn't surprised, her brother has shown before he's very capable of being callous, but Annabeth hasn't been paying as much attention to that side of Percy as Ara has.

"There doesn't seem to be any pattern. The timing, the color, the height of the fire... I don't get it."

"Did we activate them somehow?" Piper stands next to Ara. "Maybe that surge of fear you felt on the hill... Uh, I mean we all felt."

"All I feel is tired," Ara mumbles, yawning again.

"There must be some kind of mechanism..." Annabeth insists. "A pressure plate, a proximity alarm."

Ara shakes her head. "Don't feel any of that. Just steam and fire coming out at random moments. Could be some kind of uh..." She waves a hand vaguely. "Nature stuff."

"No." Piper glares at one of the geysers. "It's none of that, it's emotional."

"How can fire pits be emotional?" Annabeth asks with annoyance.

Piper reaches out with her hand over the hole, then retreats when a bunch of flames comes out of it. "Piper!" Annabeth yanks both girls back. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. I was feeling. What we want is down there," Piper gets to work. "These pits are the way in. I'll have to jump."

"Are you crazy? Even if you don't get stuck in the tube, you have no idea how deep it is."

"You're right."

"You'll be burned alive!"

"Possibly." Piper takes off her sword and throws it into the pit. "I'll let you know if it's safe. Wait for my word."

"Ara!" Annabeth turns to her scowling. "Tell her something!"

"I mean, if you die, Jason will let himself die too so he can be with you," Ara shrugs and rubs her eyes. "However you feel about that, act accordingly." Piper gives her a dry laugh, and then she jumps. A few seconds later, enormous flames come out, and Ara winces. "Damn, maybe she wants him dead..."

Annabeth's voice trembles. "Piper?"

"Yeah!" The girl replies, sounding way below. "Tell Jason he still has to recover!"

Ara sighs. "Alright, my turn."

Next Chapter –>

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Hellom my dear fremd I would like to give some questions-

(I had to place this meme here, I couldn't resist)

So 3, 5, 6, 8, 30

I know I gave you many questions

But you are nice and I wanna know you a little better :3

I hope you'll have a great day <3

STOP UR SO NICE IMM GONNA SCREAM

3. What ideas come from when you were little: Oo many things! but mentally I am still stuck in my warrior cats phase the most. I started drawing because of it and I still have some cat oc's that I doodle! I was (and still am tbh) also super obsessed with space, so now every time I draw I have to draw stars. Doesn't matter where, I have to. A lot of them disappear after the sketching phase but they're there in my heart.

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself: Honestly I'd say a good 60/40? I post a lot of my art here and the ones that get kept to myself are either oc things or doodles! Not that much gets left in the offline world, even then I share a lot of them with my friends :>

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously: oo I mean,, probably the movies and series I watch! both art style wise and story wise. There's a lot of times where I look at either my art or a story I wrote for a character and just go "hm,,, I've seen this before". TMNT and spider-verse being the most often of offenders

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in: The Beyond the grave AU I think pff. It's a shame because I think I could salvage it,, maybe, but! My spirit (ha) just isn't in it at the moment. Also I was really into embroidery for like a month and now I have a bunch of unfinished pieces in my closet :(

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated: DONT MAKE ME ANSWER THIS hfdj I feel bad saying this because like I appreciate any amount of notes on any of my art posts! The fact that I get any is awesome and I honestly didn't think I would get this far <33 If I do have to choose I would maybe choose this one ! I spent a lot of time on it (read: I spent a lot of time trying to pick outfits lmao) <333

I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!!!

[egginfroggin]

OO! Also for the ask game. Galacta Knight, 7 and 8

(With regards to this ask game)

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Oug, I've barely been dipping my toes into the fandom lately, there are few things I can think of that the fandom really does with Galacta Knight on a regular basis. ^^;

At the same time, I kind of like the variety! There's very little to go off of when it comes to characterization, and what little there is comes from secondary sources (Galactic NOVA, Star Dream) or pause screen descriptions, it seems. But I love how the fandom has so many different portrayals of him, ranging from him being just the sweetest dork who never deserved what he got, to an absolute menace who I want to hunt for sport. :>

I do like, also, when people in the fandom write him interacting with the Ancients -- the people who presumably imprisoned him. It can be so fascinating, and so laden with characterization, and I love it.

I also like the pretty consistent portrayals of him being free-spirited -- perhaps to a fault, at times -- and I've seen like two or three people give him a love of strawberries, I think. I don't know why, I just love that little detail. It makes him seem more... human, which makes any angst all the more of a punch to the gut.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Again, there's not a whole lot I can think of at the moment that the fandom is really cohesive about when it comes to portraying Galacta Knight, and I don't think that I really despise any of them -- though despise is a very strong word.

The biggest thing I can think of is maybe shipping him with Meta Knight, but that's because I'm simply not a fan of romantic metagala (and shipping is something I tend to not touch in the Kirby fandom, anyway, due to some behaviors I've observed in the past). Like, ship whoever, but that one just doesn't do it for me.

The only other thing I can think of is taking away his emotions -- I can understand why, but I personally tend to like the portrayals of him that paint him as a highly emotional, volatile sort of character. Especially with being sealed away, presumably against his will, and presumably either undeservedly or with good reason, I like seeing those emotions pushed to a wild, virulent extent. However, that's less of a dislike and more of a personal preference.

Thank you for the ask! I wasn't expecting to get one for a Kirby character, but I'm really excited that I did! I don't talk about Kirby enough on this blog, it is like 50% of my childhood (the rest is FFCC and TLoZ:TP) and a consistently recurring obsession, and it's been on the brain lately.

So! Thank you! And I hope you have a very good day! ^^

[trashytoastboi]

Oo! Mihawk and female reader with fairy tail AU! It’s probably be like a vampire AU cause Mihawk, but honestly I wanna see you run wild with this scenario! Congrats on 207! Hope you get 2007!

Heyya! Thank you so much 🥺🍀 so in the end I did go a bit crazy with it, I only intended to loosely base it off one thing but it certainly didn't end up that way... this is the result of everything I threw into the cauldron ~ I hope you enjoy🍀

Askbox: Currently open

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200 Follower Event!

Scenario: Fairy Tale AU! Mihawk x F! Reader

Word Count: 2400 words

There has always been stories, in fact far too many to count. Tales of magic and strange happenings but one of the most prevalent stories was the one never to stand in the center of a fairy circle, those cute, quaint and unusual little circles which are often formed by the red toadstool mushrooms. {Name} loved fairy tales and she believed in them. She believed in every story she was told or read, since she believes they always carried semblance of truth or at the very least lessons in disguise. {Name} was also graced with a great sense of curiosity matched by her adventurous spirit which often led to contradictions in her attempting to adhere to those ‘lessons.’

There was not much in {Name’s} small village, neither fascination nor adventure, and no friends nor family; all of her friends were the forest animals that had grown accustomed to her. Seeing as she spent most of her days in the forest. Continuing her venture deeper into the forest as it became thicker, twisted and more confusing, finally stumbling upon a clearing between the trees where the sunlight poured down to the forest floor. Illuminating and highlighting the series of fairy circles which instantly sparked {Name’s} imagination. She considered each one of them to be a doorway, thinking that each might lead to a different place. Toiling over the decision of which one she would jump in, when she settled on one, she proceeded to jump into the smallest fairy circle, thinking that it must have been the most harmless amongst the others.

{Name} jumped in, closing her eyes with bated breath and anticipation as she suddenly opened them. Only to discover she was in the exact same place, her excitement wavered and soon dissipated but her curiosity was quelled which was worth the attempt. Stepping over the mushrooms as she left the circle and headed for pathway which led out of the thicker part of the forest, she began to get the slight feeling that something was off. This path was the same path she entered on and yet it felt so much longer than she remembered, spotting the edge of the forest as she anxiously ran towards it. Feeling a slight tug, noticing her sleeve had snagged on a low hanging branch which left a small cut on her arm. Expecting to see the same old outskirts of her village but instead graced with the sight of old ruins and in the distance…a grand castle. {Name} stood frozen with bewilderment at the unfamiliar place wondering where she was. Finally registering, that the stories about fairy circles were true and she had been taken somewhere else. She turned back, the path she had been one was completely gone and there was only the thick coverage of the trees. Deciding against the course of exploring an unfamiliar forest, she began walking towards the ruins when {Name} was surprised by an unexpected voice “You’re an unfamiliar face, who might you be?”

She turned around, looking for the source of the voice and saw no one there “Up here.”

Her eyes followed the voice looking up at one of the higher walls of the ruins and noticed a majestic bird which almost appeared to be made up completely of blue flames, something so mesmerizing and mythical. She continued to stare completely entranced “Hm? Have you never seen a phoenix before?” the phoenix asked in response to which she nodded. The phoenix suddenly approaches; perching closer to {Name} it appears to be inspecting her arm which she now became aware of the small amount of blood trickling down. Feeling worried, the phoenix placed a small amount of flames on her skin which seemed to soothe the wound, taking the pain away. {Name} inspected her arm to see the wound was no longer there, the bird began flying away, halting to give her a word of warning “I would advise staying away from that castle…it belongs to the Elf King.”

{Name} nods in response, waving goodbye and calling out “Thank you phoenix!”

“The name is Marco” the phoenix says and disappears into the distance. “The Elf King…” {Name} feels incredibly nervous over hearing that, since it was one of the stories she had grown most familiar with. The Elf King, was a ‘spirit’ of sorts who lived somewhere beyond where humans could find him and although his castle existed in the same world he existed somewhere in between. He had been known for luring children, rarely older people but there were instances. He lured them with promises of everything they could have wanted- everything and anything they may have desired, compelling them with things such as food, treasure, women, eternal life, endless drink and parties…but in exchange for gaining it all, your soul would be forever trapped in his world. Unable to escape nor leave but no one could say what came after that.

She felt a chill go down her spine, steadying her resolve. As long as {Name} resisted any temptation that he offered her, she would be fine. The setting sun however alerted {Name} to yet another pressing issue, where would she go and where would she sleep? Especially since nightfall is coming and in the unfamiliarity of this place there is no guarantee in knowing as to what may be lurking around after dark. She looked in every direction, the only noticeable places were the ruins and the castle, deciding that nightfall would better be spent hunkered in the ruins and she would stay there for the night before taking on the task of traversing the forest for the fairy circles. {Name} sighed, sitting on the cracked stone floor, settling against the wall. For some reason she felt extremely heavy and even more tired than she had realized. Her eyes struggled to stay open as she desperately fought against the grasps of sleep, finally succumbing to her exhaustion.

{Name} was feeling restless, tossing and turning in her sleep, waking up. Feeling as if she had been dreaming and all the events that occurred were just another part of that dream, her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the darkness. She noticed an unfamiliar room, a bed? It wasn’t a dream, {Name’s} eyes opened in shock as she registered that she was once again somewhere else, she was sure that she had fallen asleep in the ruins. {Name} cautiously opened the door, greeting a grand hallway that appeared to stretch on for forever with doors lining each side creating the illusion of endless rooms. “I’m in the castle!?” quickly clasping her hand over her mouth and looking around to make sure no one had heard her, stepping out carefully and nearly tripping on something. She looked down to see her clothes had been changed, what was more unusual it was a dress that she was familiar with. In one of her picture books, the queen had been wearing it – but surely this was just a coincidence? {Name} wandered aimlessly getting lost in the maze of hallways as she came across a green haired man who looked completely lost almost as much as she was. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned around, startled to see a beautiful girl with long pink hair pulled into pig tails, holding a small stuffed bear as she spoke curtly. “The king is waiting for you.”

{Name} felt shivers return, this was his castle then…but even more than that she was truly unsettled by the ghosts that had been flying around the girl. Following the girl as she was escorted to the drawing room, the girl whom {Name} had come to know as Perona knocked on the door followed by a voice telling them to enter as Perona opened the door, guiding {Name} in and closing the door behind her. {Name} looked at the drawing room in awe, it felt unreal, the intricate wallpaper that adorned the walls, the grand tapestries and paintings with the gentle glow of the chandelier and the bookshelves that lined the walls filled with hundreds of books followed by the soft and soothing music that tied the whole atmosphere together. There was a large chair situated in the middle of the room, though she couldn’t see the man sitting in it. Noticing a hand peak out from the chair, gesturing for her to come closer, he reached for a glass of wine that resided next to him on the small side table. Hesitantly obliging as she finally saw him the one known as the Elf King. He glanced up at her, his eyes were sharp and golden – {Name} was entranced by how mesmerizing and terrifying they were. She felt slightly nervous though, his eyes were predatory and she felt like prey caught in his gaze. The man gestures for her to take a seat, as {Name} does so with a slight stagger in her actions due to feeling overly self conscious and nervous in his presence.

“{Name}…” The man speaks with the closing of his book, watching her perk up as she hears her name being spoken by him. “Y-yes Elf King?” {Name} stammers out nervously not entirely knowing how to address him.

“My name is Dracule Mihawk” stating as he has a sip of wine, {Name} in her confusion accidentally misheard him… “Dracula????” stating her evident shock and feeling even more on edge than she had previously, beginning to incoherently mumble away “Not only is he the Elf King but he is also Dracula? Dracula is the Elf King, the Elf King is Dracula? How does that even make sense??” Mihawk clears this throat and raises his voice slightly “Dracule” sighing as he corrects her, which causes{Name} to blush from embarrassment, she chuckles, reigning in her over active imagination.

“Elf King…is that what they call me these days?’ he speaks to himself, which {Name} questions but chooses not to pry. “I do have a reason for bringing you here”

"Me?” {Name} inquires, as he nods “I intend to marry you” Mihawk states nonchalantly, the same could not be said for {Name’s} reaction. “Marry? Marriage? How?” She asks in quick succession, incredulous to the current situation.

“How? You exchange vows and –“ Mihawk explains but is stopped by {Name}

“I know how…I just don’t understand. Why marry me?” Clarifying her earlier reaction. A small smile spreads across Mihawk’s lips “I have fallen in love with you and I have been for a long time, ever since we first met.”

“Met? I don’t ever recall meeting you” {Name} thinks hard to see if she had ever met him before, that she perhaps could not recall. “Well, not in this form at the very least” Mihawk comments, hoping it will lead to her to the recollection. She begins to think of anyone that bore remote resemblance to him and cannot think of anyone, the only one who keeps coming to mind was an old friend of hers, and that’s purely because of their eyes. The striking similarity made her consider the improbable possibility, her friend was not human – he was a hawk. Her eyes widening and she looks at him “You couldn’t be!” Mihawk looks up at her, “I am the one you’re thinking of, do you understand now?”

The hawk in question was one {Name} had helped once upon a time, exploring the woods as she usually did, when she found a severely injured hawk whose wing had been cinched in a hunters trap. Gently she tried to free it, in its fright and fighting retaliation had cut her arm with its talons. That had left her with scars from their encounter, attempting to calm the frightened creature enough for her to help it. After freeing its wing, {Name} noticed the damage was far more severe than she initially guessed, but did everything she could to help it. Visiting everyday to make sure that the healing was on track, bringing along all of her books to read to the hawk. After getting to know him, {Name} had regarded him as a dear friend even if he was not human that never mattered to her. One day upon arriving to the same place only to notice the hawks absence, feeling slightly sad, {Name} was equally happy knowing that he was probably able to fly once again and go to wherever home may have been. {Name} found herself always returning to that spot however, whether from comfort, familiarity or in hopes of something she never knew why but she did it anyways. Reading her books as she did, noticing a shadow blocking out the light when she looked up to see the hawk once again, who had began visiting her daily. {Name} spoke to him, asking questions wishing to know about his life but the hawk was unable to answer and so, in return he listened to her earnestly instead.

It had been a long time since she last saw him, {Name} couldn’t believe that the man before her could possibly be the hawk she nurtured…but then again, she didn’t expect to come here by the way of fairy circles either. “Your favourite story was always the one about the Elf King…you read it to me many times” Mihawk says, with a slight creeping nostalgia. “Although it may not be as grand as your stories, I am luring you here with everything I have to offer, however, I want a lot more than your soul. I want everything. Your heart, your mind, your love – I am far more selfish than the Elf King” Mihawk speaks softly as he approaches her, his golden eyes looking into hers. Kneeling before her as his hand rests gently on {Name’s} “I want you to stay here with me, now and forever.”

{Name} looked at him, even in her fairy tales this was… hard to perceive and even harder to understand, her attention was brought back to the present by Mihawk’s lips gently kissing the scars he left. Waiting for her answer with silent anticipation, as he felt {Name} squeezing his hand. “I would like to revisit all of those conversations we had, all the things I wanted to know about you – I still want to know” {Name} stated with a small smile, “Of course my dear” Mihawk kissed her hand in a gentlemanly gesture.

“I would like to stay with you Mihawk” She says earning a smile of content from him.

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Food for thought: Was the story truly as he accounted? Or was he actually the Elf King and that was his temptation for {Name}?

[atmilliways]

On the 2nd day of Dethmas this writer gives to thee…

Dec 14 - Kissing under the mistletoe (or office party shenanigans)

Charles gets roped into the role of Santa Clause at the holiday office party. 

Charles/Pickles

~

The dreaded Dethklok Inc. office Christmas party was coming up—dreaded not by the band or most of the employees, who typically had a blast, but by the CFO who had to arrange and organize everything before and after, up to and including the inevitable handful of resulting funeral arrangements.

Charles was looking forward to it even less than usual, because the band had thrown an absolute shitfit to get him to agree to play Santa this year. He didn’t know why they wanted him to do this. The party didn’t even normally have a Santa. His first thought was that it was Toki’s idea, but on second thought Toki tended to lack the charisma to get the rest of the guys to throw in with him on niche interests like that.

But fine. Whatever. He’d agreed to do it once, and next year he could simply point to whatever came of it this year as an argument against repeating the experience.

He kept telling himself that right up until donning the red and white Santa suit, the iconic hat, and the fake beard. (The damn thing was so big that practically all he could see of his own face in the mirror were his eyes. At least they were letting him keep his glasses.) Then he took his seat in a throne-like chair that had been special ordered for the occasion, specially decorated with carvings of presents, the most unsettling depictions of Christmas elves that he’d ever seen, and skulls with real candles balanced on them, lit and already beginning to dribble red and black wax . . . and immediately felt that somewhere in life he must have made a grave, grave mistake to have ended up here.

The band took the stage in the center of the hall, half the room away from where Charles sat, and went into a jumbled “Merry Christmas, go fuck yourselves!” sort of speech. He mostly tuned it out until—

“And hey, errybody,” Pickles slurred into his mic, “don’t ferget ta sit on Santa’s lap and tell ‘im what you want fer Christmas!”

That had not been part of the discussion, let alone the agreement, but at this point what was he going to do about it? Besides hope that grown men and women hired for their professional abilities would have no interest in sitting on the lap of the man who signed their paychecks.

~

“You can’t have a pony,” Charles said flatly. “There isn’t space for one in the employee barracks, and even if there were it would be both impractical and unsanitary.”

The Klokateer perched on his lap, crushing the feeling out of his legs, tittered and took another sip of his holiday punch through a straw poked up under his mask. “Oo-kay Mr. Grinchy-claus, no pony for me then. Aren’tcha going to say ‘ho ho ho, Merry Christmas’?”

“Ho ho ho. Now go away.”

Laughing drunkenly, the man lurched up and made his way off the Santa podium to get a refill of punch. The next Klokateer in line had an Online Division pin on one shoulder and a spiked eggnog in her hand. Charles braced himself for yet another request for fewer blocks on searching for porn using company computers.

~

“Hey look, it’sch Schanty Clausche!”

Charles grimaced behind his beard. “Hello, Murderface.”

The first of the boys to visit him, Murderface seemed to be in unusually high spirits. His ass landed on Charles’ knees like a ton of bricks. “Wow,” he crooned with exaggerated delight, “Schanta really does know all the namesch of the good little boysch and girlsch!”

“Very funny. Would you mind telling me whose idea this was?”

The bassist shook his head. “Hey man, I’m not here to narc on my bandmatesch, I’m here to tell Schanta what I want for Chrischtmasch. ”

“Alright. Fine. What would you like for Christmas.”

Murderface looked around furtively, then leaned in and whispered, “A dischguische kit.”

“A . . . disguise kit.”

“Yeah! I’m tired of being mobbed whenever I go out in public, scho I need it. For camouflasche. ”

Charles couldn’t remember a single incident of a fan mob forming for just Murderface; it only ever seemed to happen when one or more of the other band members were with him, though there were probably a few people who did wander up and ask for an autograph. There had been one unfortunately memorable band meeting a few months ago where Murderface had bragged about someone wanting to touch his penis for good luck, pleased at the recognition but at the same time calling said fan an ‘incredibly fucking gay regular jackoff.’

“I’ll, ah, make sure that’s added to the list,” Charles assured him, and breathed a sigh of relief when Murderface nodded in satisfaction and stood to leave.

~

“Hey, knock knock.”

Charles sighed from the depths of his soul at this second Dethklok visitation. “Who’s there.”

“Nathan Explosion,” said Nathan Explosion, dropping unceremoniously onto his lap.

Luckily, the beard hid Charles’ wince at the impact. He was probably going to have a lot of weird leg bruises tomorrow. “Nathan Explosion who.”

“Nathan Explosion, here to tell you you’re the party ho ho ho! ” Nathan broke into riotous laughter and clapped Charles good-naturedly on the back, causing him to accidentally inhale a mouthful of fake beard.

After a moment to catch his breath, Charles nodded along. “Very amusing. What would you, ah, like for Christmas, Nathan?”

“I need new pants.”

Well, that was unexpectedly straightforward. “New pants. You got it.”

“One hundred pairs. Exactly one hundred.”

“Okay.”

“Just, uh. A couple inches bigger in the waist. For the holiday weight that I am definitely going to lose in January.”

He couldn’t feel his legs; this was not the time to point out that Nathan wouldn’t have time to wear all one hundred pairs of new pants between December 25th and the start of January, nor that January as a deadline for such a drastic fitness undertaking was probably an unrealistic deadline.

“That’s fine, Nathan. One hundred pairs of pants. I’ll make sure, the, ah, elves get the message.” Maybe he would throw in some math flash cards while he was at it.

~

Toki weighed less than the first two, but was unfortunately so excited that he landed on Charles’ lap hard . Definitely, definitely going to have bruises.

“God Jul, Charles —I means Santa!” the guitarist chirped, bright-eyed and swaying slightly. Charles fervently hoped he wasn’t about to throw up; he didn’t even think being covered in vomit would do much to get him out of this holiday circle of hell. “Merries Christmas!!”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Toki. What do you, ah, want to ask Santa for this year?”

He didn’t have a watch, but he estimated that Toki’s list, plus miscellaneous excited chatter, took at least half an hour and mentioned many things he knew for a fact that Toki already owned.

~

“Eeuyghh, looks, it ams everys-ones favorites butler,” Skwisgaar said, then folded himself gracefully into a sitting position. After an hour or two of being sat on like this and having plenty to compare it to, Charles wondered if the man was eating enough.

This was in spite of the fact that Skwisgaar was toting around a small plate loaded with various cheeses, fruit, and greasy finger sausages skewered on toothpicks. Party food. To Charles, who hadn’t realized that this gig would take so long and therefore hadn’t eaten in advance, it smelled wonderful.

The Swede must have noticed him eyeing it, or perhaps heard the growl of his stomach over the noise of the surrounding party somehow, because he smirked and held it out in offering. “Pickle says for you to haves this. Gots to keep yous strengths up, you knows.”

Pickles, Charles noted as he balanced the plate off to one side on one of the less obvious and candle-less Christmas skulls. He also pulled one of the sausages free of its toothpick and reached under the beard to jam it in his mouth. Still warm.

“Thank you, Skwisgaar,” he said once he’d finished chewing. “Now, what can I get for you? Ah, as Santa. Ho ho.”

“Everyones know it ams three ‘ho’s, dildo.” Skwisgaar steepled his fingers. “But I woulds like five ins mine room to enjoy ons the Christmas morning. You know the kinds I likes?”

Charles didn’t know what he’d expected. “It’s my job to know, so . . . yes.”

“Greats.” The guitarist patted him on the shoulder of his Santa suit. “Glads that ams sorted outs. Keeps up that good works, yous.”

Then he got up and wandered away, leaving Charles to realize that he hadn’t had a chance to ask him who was behind this whole Santa idea.

~

Charles finished the plate of food before Pickles made an appearance. He also realized that he could persuade his increasingly inebriated employees to bring him more food, and also drinks, by threatening them with cleanup duty after the party. (He was not in a generous mood; the ones that tried to weasel out of it at first would get cleanup duty regardless of whether they eventually caved or not.) There was no way to escape the alcohol content in the drinks—even when he asked for water it came spiked with vodka or peppermint schnapps, because everyone wanted to see the company’s CFO hammered.

At least they knew better than to roofie him, because Charles would have them killed.

He saw Pickles coming from a mile away. Maybe it was because Charles knew that once all of Dethklok had a chance to visit with “Santa Clause” he would be allowed to escape this torment; maybe it was because he really wanted to know if Pickles was, indeed, the mastermind behind this whole thing; and maybe it was just a tiny bit because he was annoyed the drummer had forgotten to wander over earlier.

But being annoyed at any of the guys was a nonstarter. Putting up with their antics was just part of the job.

“Heeeeeeeeeeey,” Pickles greeted him as he swayed his way over and plopped onto Charles’ lap. Unlike everyone else who had visited Santa this evening, he didn’t stick to perching closer to Charles’ knees but scooted in as close as he could until they were practically nose to nose. Mingled notes of every kind of booze available at the party wafted the short distance from the drummer’s mouth (and shirt, and hands, and dreads), until all Charles could smell was Pickles. “Lookin’ hot in that suit, dood. Is the temp in here okay? Gettin’ a little warm in there?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Charles said, trying not to be too aware that Pickles seemed incapable of sitting still and his ass was rubbing against . . . things. “Ah. Merry Christmas.”

Pickles snickered. “Did Nat’en make that ho joke?”

No one could see for the beard that Charles’ lips twitched toward a smile at that. “Yes, he did.”

“‘M glad yer not a ho, Charlie,” Pickles slurred affectionately. “A'least, not no much'a one. That’d be a bummer.”

“Ah . . . okay.” He didn’t know what to make of that, or the continuing subtle lap dance, so he said, “What would you like for Christmas this year, Pickles?”

“Weeeeell. . . .” Grinning, Pickles waggles his double-pierced eyebrows. It seems like he’s trying to be suggestive, but Charles has no idea what that’s supposed to suggest. The drummer leaned even closer, lips brushing against Charles’ ear as he murmurs, “I kinda already got my present right in front’a me, chief. Just gotta unwrap it.”

All of this was sending shivers and goosebumps down Charles’ spine under the (admittedly warm) Santa suit, but for heaven’s sake, it was just Pickles. When wasted, which he was more often than not, man oscillated between being a destructive drunk and clingy one. Apparently tonight it was . . . very much so the latter. Not a good time to ask about the Santa plot, really.

He had dealt with this before, just not with Pickles literally draped over and inconspicuously grinding on him. Come on, Offdensen, pull it together . Do not get a boner at the holiday office party. No matter how long it’s been!

“Well, ah, sounds like you’re all taken care of then,” Charles hazarded. “All that’s left to do is, ah, enjoy the party. Why don’t you go do that.”

Pickles chuckled, a low, sultry sound that just made the situation even more difficult. “Workin’ on it dood, I’m workin’ on it.” He shifted thoughtfully again, then bit his lip through a grin. “And it feels like we’re gettin’ there, huh chief?”

“I. Ah, what?” At least the big fake beard was concealing his blush better than he’d been able to contain his body’s mounting interest in the increasingly distracting ass squirming around on top of him. This is a public place , he wanted to protest, but didn’t want to risk pointing out something that might be completely unintentional. After all, it was Pickles , who did this sort of thing fairly regularly.

But the next murmured words out of Pickles’ mouth stopped every single one of Charles’ thoughts in their tracks.

“Fuck, even in this stupid suit yer sexy. How d’you do that?” A brief nip, teeth closing and tugging on Charles’ earlobe before releasing with a soft wet pop .

Nothing but overwhelmed static on the other side of that ear; the quiet gasp was completely involuntary.

“C’mon Charlie,” Pickles all but whined, “you don’t have to do this anymore. Jest call it a night and meet me in the bathroom or somethin’, okie?”

The amazing thing, Charles thought distantly, was that from a distance, it wouldn’t look like anything was happening. Just a grown man, swaying drunk off his ass, sitting on Santa’s lap to whisper what he wanted for Christmas. Regular office holiday party shenanigans for a laugh. But under the surface, Charles was starting to feel like a shaken champagne bottle.

“You, ah,” he managed. “You do realize that you, ah, seem to be prepositioning me for, ah. Sex?”

Pickles leaned into him with a laugh. “Like I said, dood, that’s what I’m tryin’ ta do. Fer like, fuckin’ forever. For a smart guy you can be pretty stupid, y’know that?”

“Ah.” Charles shifted awkwardly and nearly choked when Pickles very pointedly pushed into it at the exact right moment. “There’s . . . a chance I’ve been told that before,” he hedged, already vowing to himself that he would never admit how many times. This isn’t something he ever would have looked for, but mistaking Pickles hitting on him for god only knew how long for just being an affectionate drunk? That was pretty fucking funny if you thought about it, and he'd consumed just enough alcohol so far to really give it some very serious thought.

And . . . his job was to keep everyone in the band happy.

“So, ah. There are several bathrooms off this hall. . . . Which one did you have in mind?”

[jokertrap-ran]

(时空中的绘旅人—For All Time—) Clarence Route Translations (Chapter 13-2 暴食: Gluttony)

*For All Time Master-list / Clarence’s Personal Master-list *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Maintaining Si Lan’s name as Clarence *Route Tag is #Chapter of Legacy

Clarence and I stood under the Maple Tree. 

Clarence fell back into his memory palace, descending into his thoughts, almost as if he was conversing with his own past. At that time, the surroundings around us were quiet, the stars before dawn twinkling in the night sky; it was as if the whole world had yet to awaken.

Suddenly, a voice called me back to reality.

???: Big sister…? Hey, big sis over there! Wanna eat breakfast with Aurora?

Looking back, I saw a cute little girl tugging at my sleeve.

Aurora: Pretty big sis! Come eat yummy food with Aurora!

Her voice was as pleasant as a song, speaking in that sing-song tune as she clung to my side. I suddenly recalled that Clarence hadn’t even offered me a single piece of bread ever since I entered the Mage Tower last night...

My stomach started to growl, and I shot Clarence a spiteful look.

Who in the world made him a human-shaped block of ice who didn’t need to eat, drink or sleep? Never mind; I can’t be bothered to argue with him about this.

I gently grasped Aurora’s hand in return, deciding to go along with her and enjoy the joy that food never fails to bring.

Clarence: You really want to eat with her? She's also one of the Nine Seats of the Mage Tower.

This thin, small, little girl is also one of the “Nine Seats”, the strongest Mages, in the Mage Tower? I was a little surprised by that, but I didn’t drop my hold on her hand.

I squatted down and looked at her.

MC: Well then, Aurora… Do you have a codename of your own? Like, what sort of sin you bear...

Aurora: It's gluttony~ Aurora loves food! But I don't mind sharing since big sis is so pretty~

Aurora: Come on, big sis! Eat breakfast with Aurora!

I hadn’t yet gotten back to my senses when Aurora pulled my arm along, leading me to her room.

Aurora was a cute little girl who looked like a small living angel in the flesh. She’d laid the entire table out with breakfast without saying so much as another word.

The spread was so lavish, that it couldn’t simply be called “breakfast” anymore; not to mention that every dish was all so delicious.

Looks like the Mages whose desires bear the sin of “Gluttony” have also paid special attention to how the food here ended up tasting like.

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I realized that Aurora only ate a little out of each and every dish of the lavish spread.

MC: You aren’t eating much… But these all taste really good...

Aurora: All's good so long as you like it, big sister! Aurora used to be able to eat them all, but now I can't eat so much anymore…

Aurora: Because Master Clarence told Aurora that she has to first eat all the Ice Butterflies properly before she can eat anything else.

Aurora: Ice Butterflies are yummy too! Aurora's not picky when it comes to food, but eating Ice Butterflies makes my tummy hurt… And then, I can't eat much of anything else anymore...

The little girl had on an innocent and harmless smile, seeing to take everything as a given.

I worried my lip.

Aurora: Did I upset you, big sister? Did I say something wrong?

MC: I’m just… A little worried about you. You have to bear burdens and carry responsibilities just because you have the talent of a Mage...

Aurora: Don't be! Aurora's eating every day, and I love eating!

Aurora: Aurora can only enjoy her food so heartily after being a Mage! I'm really happy! Plus, I can share what I can't eat with you, big sis! So, no food gets wasted!

Male Mage: Lady Aurora, please do finish up your breakfast as soon as possible. Master Clarence had issued a dispatch order.

Aurora: Oo? I'm going out to eat Ice Butterflies again? But I just went out yesterday; Don't I normally get a new task only on the day after?

Clarence: It should have been Holles on dispatch duty today, but he's currently incapacitated and unable to move.

Clarence: There are strong Magical fluctuations at the outskirts of the city; I suspect that a large number of Ice Butterflies are trying to invade, and that requires a High Mage, like one of the “Nine Seats” to go take care of it.

Saying so, Clarence shot me a reproachful look. Although, well… I suppose I DID pummel Holles to a pulp after all;

But you can’t blame me for that! He wouldn’t have been asking for it if he had kept his own perverted tendencies to himself…!

Clarence: But your Mana has started to become unstable, Aurora...

Aurora: That's okay! Aurora's happy so long as there's food!

Aurora: Come on, we're gonna go eat some Ice Butterflies~

Aurora: Lalala~

I quietly followed Aurora. Although she was also one of the “Nine Seats”, one of the strongest in this Tower whose Magic cannot be underestimated; I still couldn’t help but to worry for her, for some odd reason.

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Clarence: Aurora, you're not too well, take the carriage instead.

While carrying on the conversation, Clarence had personally seen Aurora to the entrance. Looks like he wasn’t completely emotionally dead when it came to his own Disciples.

Aurora didn’t say refuse or say anything about me following her.

She pulled me along by my hand, bringing me up with her into the carriage that rode all the way to the outskirts of the City. 

After getting off the carriage, I saw the Purge Guards who were sent to monitor the Mage.

They glared coldly at Aurora, for she was nothing but a dangerous Mage to the eyes of others.

The soldier from the Purge Guard pointed Aurora in the direction she was to go. Just up north were swarms of Ice Butterflies, all coming right at us!

Aurora: There's so many things to eat… Aurora loves it!!

Aurora skipped along towards the Ice Butterflies, singing a merry tune and attracting hundreds of them to her…

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Aurora: Lalalala…. 

Aurora: Lalalalala…. 

She opened her mouth wide, singing loud and clear.

Magic swirled in the surrounding air as she sang, ensnaring the swarms of Ice Butterflies into a stream as she sucked them all into her mouth.

The Ice Butterflies struggled, flapping their wings wildly. The shards of ice that shot out from their wings collided with the magical air that Aurora created, causing a dark blue magical vortex to form around her.

It was a stunning sight to behold; just like the night sky, filled with stars.

But I knew, that this beautiful deep blue was caused by the Ice Butterflies, and that it was also very, very cold; But she didn’t seem aware or bothered by the frostiness of it all.

She was fully immersed in her singing and the continuous swallowing.

Ice Butterflies were just like delicacies to her… It was something that brought her great joy. I was thoroughly shocked by the true combat power that the High Mages had against the Butterflies now that I’d just witnessed it for myself. 

The fact that the Imperial Capital is still surviving till now, was really due to Clarence's Mage Tower.

These people who are called Mages, they bear sins and suffer through a great deal of pain, and suffering. Yet, at the same time, they’re also the last line of defense that Yemsaiel counted on for survival.

Thinking about it now, I was not willing to let Aurora fight this battle alone. Calling forth the Painting Spirit; I joined her in battle.

───⋅𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊…⋆⋅☆

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[ganymedesclock]

Ghirahim and gendered expectations of sensuality

So, as people who’ve seen my previous Zelda posts might gather, I have a mixed relationship with Skyward Sword. On the one hand, I think many of its characters have tremendous potential. On the other, I feel like the game largely did not live up to that potential, and in some areas, it feels rather deliberate. But suffice to say, elements of Skyward Sword have meant that certain characters- Batreaux, Groose, Fi, and Ghirahim are not far from my mind.

A brief primer, for those who might be unfamiliar: Ghirahim is the main antagonist of Skyward Sword, and a bit of an aberration in the common Zelda formula, which tends to introduce a ‘decoy’ or “lieutenant” antagonist who dominates for most of the game and then bows out towards the end as the prelude to the true final boss- usually Ganondorf, in Skyward Sword’s case, it’s the demon god and a figure we are clearly supposed to scan as Ganondorf’s divine progenitor, Demise.

Ghirahim is quite openly a harbinger of, and servant to, Demise- where he breaks script is by being extremely proactive. We run into Ghirahim in most dungeons in the game, where he is not waiting idly for us, but doing actions that veteran Zelda players might recognize as comparable to Link’s: he breaks into dungeons either chasing Zelda, or chasing information that will allow him to proceed. We also have not one but three different fights with him, personally, and several other times he concedes that he doesn’t have time to play with Link and instead sics a boss monster on him.

The other thing about Ghirahim is, I will outright say it: He is written as a caricature of a predatory queer man.

He’s shown to be literally bloodthirsty, and presented by the narrative ostensibly as someone who has a sinister, perverse interest in both Link and Zelda, a contrast to their saintly, chaste union (which is supposed to read as a union; pursue a romantic sideplot with Peatrice, another girl in the game, and Fi will pretty much openly admonish you for cheating on Zelda, saying that Zelda wouldn’t be happy to know Link’s seeing someone and that Link should know that)

This is, really, a bit jarring, when Ghirahim’s actual dialogue suggests that he has very little interest in Link and views him much like a butler tending the master’s house while the latter is away might view a feral golden retriever that’s running loose in the place and getting mud on everything. His emotional range runs from warmly patronizing to exasperated to a truly dangerous degree (since, in this metaphor, the butler has also been tending the master’s house in near-total isolation for something like several centuries not having real conversations with the other servants and nobody’s at their psychological best in those situations even if they weren’t implicitly born and raised to murder).

Basically: that Ghirahim has no real interest in Link- not his body or appearance or anything. In his own dialogue, he seems confused by the idea that he’s at all interested, is apologetic that he’s wasting his time or dawdling and in his final scene, offers a genuinely flummoxed “you... who are you?” He offers colorful, violent threats, but when Link obstinately faces him again, he’s shown to be almost embarrassed and disgusted by them, and tries something else that almost no Zelda antagonist does: on multiple occasions, he tells Link to just walk away from the situation with what appears to be every intent of letting him go.

Ghirahim does not want Link for himself. He seems to, begrudgingly, against his own intentions, value Link as someone to fight against, but this connection does not actualize within the story- they are not really rivals. He isn’t even that deeply fond of the idea of Link’s blood, though he’s a proponent of blood as a vague concept.

Now, I like Ghirahim. I don’t think that even the read of Ghirahim as a queer man is a terrible one. But it definitely is interesting the lens in which Ghirahim’s implicit sensuality is cast. Basically, he is depicted as creeping on Link, without any real sense that he wants Link. Because it isn’t about what he wants- it’s about that implicitly he has a sexuality, and the idea of a man who might be attracted to other men is threatening, evil, and scary. Ghirahim wasn’t made queer-coded for representation’s sake. He was queer-coded to suggest he was depraved and motivated by a sinister lust. And the cruelty of this depiction is I think made immediately clear by- Ghirahim’s actual interests, passion, or preferences do not factor in here. That Scene Where Ghirahim Does The Tongue Thing is about how it is expected to make the player feel, and how implicitly Link feels.

What is Ghirahim’s type? Does he consider Demise beautiful? He makes it pretty clear he considers Link a brat. These are questions that aren’t asked, because it’s wrong that Ghirahim seems to have any sexuality at all- and, since Link is our lens and our guidepost for how we’re supposed to feel about characters, if Ghirahim behaves in a sensual manner it happens to Link, and to Zelda, invasively. Even though it is shown he feels no desire for any of these people, so that sensuality basically comes across like the game is firmly expecting us to find the idea of even an e-rated sensual male antagonist repulsive.

This led me down a very odd sort of rabbit trail.

Because Ghirahim- a bit indirectly- is inspired off a figure skater.

Specifically, Fi’s design was stated to evoke a figure skater, and we even see her ‘skating’ in several of the cutscenes. Ghirahim’s design matches Fi’s quite strongly; they were designed to be two of a kind.

I am not, myself, a figure skating buff, but a while ago, I happened across youtube videos of a skater named Johnny Weir. 

Quickly, you can see the sword spirits’ inspirations; the close-fitting leotards, the lithe, acrobatic capabilities.

But here’s the thing about Johnny Weir: this is a guy putting on a sensual performance that is not a gross-out, a joke, or a threat. It’s basically impossible to find nothing suggestive in his choice of backup movement or the movements he makes running his hands along his body- his costume even asserts these more with the mirrored details on his gloves. This is a dude, acting in a way you could say is objectively sensual even if it may or may not stir every viewer given the individual nature of preference.

But there’s a world of difference to Weir’s performance. Not just that this is a voluntary choice made by a real person, while Ghirahim’s choices, even if they have in-game logic, are largely about Link and about the player- but Johnny Weir is having fun. He has a charming energy to him and is performing to a song he loves.

Watching Johnny Weir, it occurred to me, that regardless of Weir’s own orientation- that I do not know and will not speculate on- there’s a preconception around “being sexy”. Women are seen as supposed to be sexy (but, in many circles, not too sexy. Can’t insinuate they know what they’re doing, or have opinions and tastes...), or, more, “sexy is seen as a job that women do for men specifically.”

So, to homophobic audiences... a man deliberately enacting a sensual performance- a sense of what sensual looks like from a dude- is seen as weird, wild, and out there. If you’re not shocked by the implications that Ghirahim may be attracted to men, may be into Link, may be into the idea of torturing Link- then a certain amount of his writing kind of falls apart. 

And comparing the way Ghirahim is animated and shot to Johnny Weir’s performance, it’s kind of... weak? Like, at one point in Weir’s routine, he lifts one leg and slides his fingertips down it in a smooth stroke from knee to thigh. It’s a steamy looking move, and this coming from someone who is so prodigiously ace I thought sexual attraction was made up for the first seventeen years of my life.

Ghirahim does not do that. He’s got thigh cutouts in his very close-fitting outfit, and has lines in his second fight about his body and how beautiful it is, but he does not make these movements that deliberately catch and draw the eye along the planes of him.

To me, I feel like besides this being a general affront against real queer people- the Zelda games have a concerning habit of depicting “eccentric, effeminate” men as either neutral characters or open villains and virtually always with this air of being the brunt of a joke (it’s very hard to imagine ALBW’s Yuga was designed by someone who earnestly loved this character)- it is also a bit rude to the character of Ghirahim himself.

Because Ghirahim, at the end of the day, is someone who ends the story heartbroken literally and figuratively. The entire game, he is driven by loyalty to Demise. He does not care who he hurts or threatens- and this comes back to the seeming implication that he is somewhat bloodthirsty, but vastly plays up his appetite for torture. When he thinks his goal is out of reach, he continues slogging away at it anyway, but listlessly. Everything he does, is for Demise. He is devoted enough to, late in the game, throw himself on Link’s sword for the third boss fight purely to stall for time until Demise revives.

Demise does not speak to Ghirahim, or acknowledge him, or even seemingly notice or care that by the time he comes back, Ghirahim’s metal heart has been torn open by being repeatedly stabbed by Link. (third boss fight is not kind.) Instead, he rips Ghirahim’s sword form out of his chest.

Ghirahim is a danger to Link, Impa, and Zelda, because he attacks them, and his own subordinates, because he threatens them. But to his master, he’s just a disposable pawn. This is a character driven by passion such that many of his poses and scenes show him nearly breaking into an actor’s soliloquy as he explains something to Link- and this is one way he does seem to like having Link around: he craves an audience.

And his passion is, in two ways, depicted as completely futile. First, in the dubious amount of oo scary gay man, watch out Link, he’s doing something weird with his tongue- and second and far more seriously, that everything he works for leaves him with nothing because his life never mattered for a second in the eyes of the person he lives and dies for.

Ghirahim is made a sensual character, but in a manner that feels bad faith- that feels like it has not thought about male sensuality in any direction besides “that’s wrong and icky, so we’ll attach it to our villain, who we want to be wrong and icky, and absolutely not suggest there’s anything particularly sad about what happens to him. His fault for being wrong and icky.”

[akitsune-lune]

Character ask with Cinderheart, Holyleaf, and Willowshine.

Thanks for the ask!!

Cinderheart

Sexuality Headcanon: aro-ace

Gender Headcanon: usually I think of her as cis and a little gnc or maybe transmasc

A ship I have with said character: I don’t have any <:

A BROTP I have with said character: Hollyleaf, Mousewhisker, Lionblazeee

A NOTP I have with said character: nah I think all ships I’ve seen with her are great. HollyCinder, CinderWillow, CinderHeather, LionCinder, go off

A random headcanon: she has some leftover memories from cinderpelt even after Cinderpelt’s spirit got yoinked. she freaks out around fire, thunderpaths, cats coming into the nursery unexpectedly, but also always felt fond of Cloudtail and Brackenfur, confident in her path in life, n such.

General Opinion over said character: Cinderheart’s a sweetheart. I like her a lot! she seems like such a hilarious character to choose for a reincarnation subplot? like she’s kind of just laidback nice jock like ‘o worm a spirit? aight’

Hollyleaf

Sexuality Headcanon: that There is a lesbian

Gender Headcanon: femme cis woman

A ship I have with said character: I love HollyHoneyyy so much.

A BROTP I have with said character: she and Ivypool would make good comrades.

A NOTP I have with said character: I uhh really don’t like HollyFallen. I mean I used to be ambivalent on it before I got aggressively into gay shipping dskjfldksj now it seems like the only straight pairing people can come up with for Hollyleaf while they ignore the two hundred excellent F/F ships right there for her. And though obviously it’s not an especially egregious example, I am also fiercely not a fan of immortal men and young women in a pairing.

however if we’re gonna write Calypso-esque myths about Fallen Leaves falling in love with everyone who wanders down into the tunnels only to be doomed to a solitary existence no matter what he tries I am Onboard With That

A random headcanon: after the DF battle (where she survives) she adopts like, every DF trainee.

General Opinion over said character: god she was like, my Number 1 when I read the series as a kid. The OGs will remember that my disclaimer tag was ‘I don’t own warriors (because if I did, Hollyleaf would be leader of ThunderClan)’. I identified really really strongly with her impostor syndrome and goody-two-shoes vibe, and also had an edgy streak that enjoyed the idea I could be driven to murder...? uhh

but yeah I don’t think she’s number 1 but definitely still close to my heart.

Willowshine

Sexuality Headcanon: oo this is tough. Most of my ships for her involve ladiesss so I’m going to say a sort of unlabelled sapphic asexuality.

Gender Headcanon: trans gal. both a cat and a cat girl

A ship I have with said character: I can’t really think of any that I would say are ‘my’ ships, I just enjoy seeing other people Brambledawn’s ship content involving her. So maybe HollyCinderWillow

A BROTP I have with said character: she and Kestrelflight would be iconic

A NOTP I have with said character: another where I haven’t really seen many ships involving her that I don’t like lol. I can’t see her and Jayfeather working as a couple without actually murdering each other but is shrug, I also understand why people would ship

A random headcanon: detroit become Mothwing’s daughter. I think their relationship would just be the most wholesomeeee thing

General Opinion over said character: Willowshine’s good! she’s not the sort I usually immediately flock to but I totally see her appeal. also I want to see Leafpool and Mothwing adopt her sdjkfsklldsf

[fairyqueenofthedragons]

The Magic Begins

Fablekingdom chapter 2

As I'm following canon set up of chapters, it starts with set up still. I am trying to show a slightly different dynamic between the siblings, while keeping the spirit of it. There will be bigger changes later on, but obviously the beginning is hard to change majorly, especially just arriving lol.

(Find Chapter One with a server of “Fk ch 1)

Hope you enjoy the chapter :D

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Kendra had been sitting in the car for hours.

She and Seth had done just about everything they could think of to handle the boredom, but she’d finished her two books, they’d played a dozen rounds of tic-tac-toe, and he’d moved onto trying to beat her at chopsticks (that game with your fingers). Seth had had a few comics, but he’d gone through them faster then she had her books. Even his handheld video game couldn’t hold his attention anymore.

“I thought you said that Grandpa Sorenson lived in Connecticut, not India,” Seth grumbled.

Mom sighed, having listened to Seth’s complaints for the last hour, “It won’t be much longer. Enjoy the scenery.”

She’d said that the last six times.

“It’s boring! I’m hungry, can we stop for food?”

Kendra was on Seth’s side here; the scenery was boring.

Mom pulled up the grocery bag full of snacks, “How about some Peanut butter and crackers instead?”

Seth shot Kendra a pained look but reached for the crackers regardless.

“Ooh, I want some Almond Roca,” Dad said without taking his eyes from the road.

He’s still managed to keep to his New Year’s resolution of keeping Almond Roca on hand at all times.

“Do you want anything Kendra?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Kendra turned her gaze outside as Seth munched on his snack. When was this drive going to be over? At least Grandfathers house can’t be as boring as this drive.

Honestly, Kendra wasn’t happy they were being sent off to stay with their grandparents just because of some cruise. She wished her family would just let them come with… or maybe just her, Seth might be too young (and too annoying).

They would be gone for seventeen days! Kendra couldn’t believe they’d just leave them like this.

They’re getting it for free, them and all the aunts and uncles on her mom’s side. They didn’t win a contest or anything to get it, they got the cruise because Kendra’s grandparents had asphyxiated.

Grandma and Grandpa Larsen had been visiting relatives in South Carolina. Unfortunately, the trailer they lived in had some gas leak and they’d all died in their sleep. The grandparents had specified a long time ago that when they died all their kids and spouses were to use an allocated sum of money to go on a Scandinavian cruise.

Grandchildren were not invited.

“We’re almost there kids!” Kendra’s dad said cheerfully.

“Yay,” Seth grumbled. “Then you guys can abandon us for your fancy cruise.”

“Won’t you get bored stuck on a boat for seventeen days?” Kendra asked hopefully.

Dad caught her eye in the rearview mirror. “The food is supposed to be incredible, top reviews. Snails, fish eggs, the works. It’s gonna be great.”

Mom wacked his arm.

“We’re not all that excited about the trip kids,” Mom said sadly. “I doubt your grandparents envisioned an accidental death when they made the request. The cruise is to honor their memory more than for fun.”

“What kind of death did they plan then?” Seth muttered.

Kendra couldn’t help but agree, who planned their death?

The ship stops in ports as you go,” Dad said, deliberately redirecting the conversation. “You get to disembark for part of the time.”

“Are you at least going to get us something?” Kendra asked. “If you’re just going to leave us at your parent’s house.”

“Of course we will dear,” Mom reassured. “We’ll get you some chocolates, maybe some books, maybe there will be cool jewelry!”

“I want a sword,” Seth said. “A sharp one.”

“I think it’s great for you kids that you get to stay with my parents,” Dad added. “I mean, they never invite anyone to stay with them. It’s definitely better than some cruise.”

Kendra shared a look with Seth, their parents were full of it.

“They’re hermits,” Seth argued. “We barely know them!”

“They’re my parents,” Dad said. “I survived, you’ll have fun.”

The car passed through a small town, only a few buildings lined the road, many seeming old a run down. There didn’t appear to be anything more interesting than a small library at the corner.

“It’s very exciting,” Dad continued. “Like I said, they never invite anyone. You’ll have a blast.”

Kendra tried hard not to roll her eyes. She knew for a fact that they hadn’t been invited. Kendra had overheard their mom when she approached Grandpa Sorenson about letting the kids stay with him at the funeral.

The funeral itself hadn’t been fun at all, it was creepy seeing her grandparents all dressed up fancy with lots of makeup. It didn’t look like them at all.

Those grandparents, the Larsen’s, they were the ones that they’d known. They’d come to lots of holidays and done many long visits with Kendra’s family. But Kendra couldn’t remember seeing the Sorenson’s much since Seth had started second grade.

Grandma and Grandpa Sorenson had inherited an estate in Connecticut around the time her parents were married. All the stories she’d heard were fantastical, filled with fairies and demons and witches. They were obviously fake, it made her think the place was something very boring.

Honestly, everyone was shocked when grandpa Sorenson had shown up at the funeral. It’d been more than eighteen months since either grandparent had visited anywhere.

He’d apologized that Grandma Ruth hadn’t been able to come, she’d fallen ill, but it really was the norm for only one to show up.

But at the end Kendra had overheard Mom talking to Grandpa Sorenson, cajoling him into watching her and Seth. She’d been heading to the bathroom but paused when she’d overheard them at the corner.

“Why can’t they stay with Marci?”

“Normally they would, but Marci is coming on the cruise.”

Kendra had risked a peek and seen Grandpa Sorenson standing across from her mom.

“Where are Marci’s kids going?”

“To her in-laws.”

“What about a baby-sitter?”

Grandpa had seemed almost pleading then, his expression tight.

“Two and a half weeks is a long time for a sitter. You’ve mentioned before something about having them over…”

“Yes, I do recall… But does it have to be late June? What about July?”

“The cruise is on a time frame. What’s the difference?”

He’d rubbed his face with a sigh.

“Things are extra busy then… I don’t know, Marla. I’m not that good with kids. Is there no where else they could go?”

“I’m sorry Stan,” Mom said, sounding on the verge of tears. “I know things are busy for you, and I don’t want to go on this cruise. You did so good with them when they were younger, I know you don’t see them often but… This cruise was important to my parents, so I want to go for them. If you can’t take care of the kids we can stay behind-“

“No,” Grandpa Sorenson interrupted with a sigh. “It’s fine. I’m sure we can find some place to lock them up.”

So, no, Grandpa Sorenson did not invite them.

Seth finished his crackers and pulled his game back out, flipping through the cartridges.

“Which game should I play?”

Kendra leaned over, “The fashion one.”

He rolled his eyes, “That one is just for character design.”

“Then make an elf.”

“I don’t want to!”

“You asked which you should do.”

“Nevermind, your suggestion is dumb.”

Seth ended up picking a fighting game and started it up.

Kendra got bored of watching quickly and turned to look out the windows. The trees were large and dark, little light slipping through the branches.

She jolted when they turned onto a gravel driveway.

“Look at that sign,” Seth said.

She followed his finger to see signs hanging on the side of the road.

Private Property

No Trespassing

Trespassers Will Be Persecuted

Please respect our privacy

“What are all these signs?” Kendra muttered.

“Oh, you know Grandpa Sorenson,” her dad said cheerfully. “Such a sense of humor.”

“I think they’re funny,” Seth declared. “Can we get some for our house?”

Kendra frowned at them as the car continued up the long driveway, no house anywhere in sight.

There were more signs as they went.

Beware of the Dog

We do not call 911

Beware of .12 Gauge

No Public Access at any Time

Owner Shoots

Kendra leaned back. This seems so… pleasant.

“I like that one,” Seth said pointing at the Owner Shoots sign.

Kendra shook her head as they finally reached the end of the driveway. Before them was a wrought-iron fence topped with fleurs-de-lis. Open in their path was a large double gate. She peered around but couldn’t see the end of the fence through the trees.

Even after passing through the gates there was still no sign of the house through the trees, until suddenly the trees cut off.

A large house came into view suddenly. It wasn’t quite a mansion, but was definitely larger than most houses Kendra had seen.

It was constructed out of dark wood and stone, old looking but solid and in good shape. The grounds around it were much more impressive though. There was a massive flower garden blooming in front of the house, with manicured hedges and a fish pond. It seemed to wrap around the side of the house too. Kendra wondered what flowers there were, and if there was a vegetable garden as well.

Further back Kendra could see a massive barn, at least five stories tall and topped with a large weather vane that she couldn’t quite make out but seemed shaped like an animal, but not a rooster.

“Oh, it’s lovely,” Mom said. “I wish we were all staying.”

Kendra blinked, “You’ve never been here?”

“No,” Mom said sadly. “Your father came here a few times before we were married.”

Dad nodded, “Yeah. There are some wild stories about this place, haha, I’ve told you a few of them.”

Seth yawned, “Yeah, like the evil witch in a shack.”

“Or the demon in the chapel.”

“Aren’t there trolls over one hill?”

Their dad laughed, “Yeah, my dad used to tell some wild stories. You should hear the ones Aunt Sophie would tell sometimes. She swears she met satyrs one time.”

The two shared an exasperated look.

“Anyways, you’ll have a blast. We never stayed long, but it was always entertaining. Worst comes to worst you can just hang out in the pool.”

Kendra rolled her eyes. Honestly, they were too old to believe all those fairy tales.

The car pulled to a stop just outside the garage as the front door open.

Grandpa Sorenson stepped out, followed by a tall, lanky man and a thin, older woman. Mom, Dad, Seth, and Kendra hopped out of the car.

The older woman was unfamiliar to Kendra, and so was the man. The woman had white hair streaked with black strands, and yet her face seemed ageless, her age impossible to place. Her skin was a tawny olive tone that appeared completely flawless, her black hair was pin-straight and framed her face.

The man had messy brown hair to go with matching brown eyes that studied them intently. He came over to the van, helping Dad open the back and begin removing suitcases.

“Just place the things inside,” Grandpa told Dad. “Dale will take them up to the bedroom.”

“Where’s Mom?” Dad asked looking around.

“She’s visiting your Aunt Edna.”

Dad looked surprised. “In Missouri?”

“Edna’s dying,” Grandpa said grimly.

Kendra had barely heard of Aunt Edna, and never met her, so she wasn’t that affected by it. Dad seemed upset thought.

She shifted awkwardly, studying the house to distract herself from their conversation.

The windows were cool, with bubbly glass. And there were bird nests under the eaves. She also noticed a lot of butterflies fluttering around.

Mom suddenly drew their attention and Seth and her scrambled to gather their things from the car and shove it all in their backpacks to bring in.

“I’ll grab the pillows if you grab the blankets?” Seth offered.

“Sure,” Kendra agreed, reaching for the blanket Seth had brought for napping on the car ride while he snagged her pillow.

Seth also snagged his ‘emergency kit’, a cereal box filled with odds and ends he thought would come in handy.

The two hurried after their parents, reaching them at the front door.

“Oh, there you are,” Mom said. “Got everything?”

“Yeah,” Seth huffed. “Except a ticket to go on the cruise.”

Mom sighed, ruffling Seth’s hair. “We’ll miss you too.”

He groaned, swiping at her hand as she turned to Kendra.

“Watch out for your brother, and both of you stay out of trouble, okay?”

Kendra nodded, “We’ll do our best.”

“So who’s this?” Dad was asking Grandpa.

“This is Lena, our housekeeper,” Grandpa said. “She helps around the house while Dale helps me tend to the grounds.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dad said.

“A pleasure,” Lena agreed with a soft accent. Kendra couldn’t quite place it, yet it reminded her of the ocean.

Lena opened the door, beckoning them inside.

“Oh, the home is beautiful,” Mom said. “I wish we had time for a tour.”

“Maybe when you get back,” Grandpa offered.

Kendra looked around. The house really was beautiful.

The glossy wood floors shone in the light and a low table in the entry hall held a beautifully painted ceramic vase with wilting flowers placed in it. There was a tall, brass coatrack off to one side beside a black bench with a high, carved back. It looked old and very interesting.

“Thank you again for letting the kids stay with you,” Dad said. “I don’t know what we would’ve done without you.”

Grandpa nodded, looking a bit awkward.

“It’s our pleasure.”

“I wish we could visit some,” Dad said. “But we’re on a really tight schedule.”

Grandpa pat his shoulder, “I understand, another time. Don’t let us keep you from your trip.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

Dad turned to Kendra and Seth, ruffling Seth’s hair.

“Have fun kids, we’ll be back before you know it.”

“Be good,” Mom said, hugging Kendra then Seth. “Do whatever Grandpa Sorenson tells you.”

Kendra sniffed, tears welling up. She swallowed hard and nodded, “Have a fun cruise.”

“Bring us back souvenirs,” Seth reminded.

Mom laughed, “The best ones.”

“We love you kids,” Dad said as he headed to the door.

Mom hugged them both one last time then went after him.

Kendra hurried after them, watching as they climbed into the SUV and start it up. Dad honked the horn as he pulled out, turning around and driving away. Kendra watched until the SUV vanished into the trees.

She tried not to think that her parents were probably relieved to be off without Seth and her. They were probably delighted for the vacation, not caring that they’d abandoned their two kids alone in a pretty, but creepy home with a grandparent they barely know.

Seth was poking around the entrance room, poking at one of the cabinets and picking up one of the intricate pieces of a decorative chess set.

Grandpa stood awkwardly, watching Seth and wincing when Seth put down a piece too hard.

“Leave the chess pieces alone,” Kendra told Seth. “They look expensive and breakable.”

“It’s fine,” Grandpa said, looking relieved when Seth put them down. He cleared his throat, “Shall I show you to your room?”

“Okay,” Seth said. “When’s lunch?”

Grandpa coughed, “It’s a bit past lunch but we can make you a snack to hold you till dinner.”

Seth nodded eagerly, “I’m starving.”

Kendra followed silently as Grandpa went up the stairs and down a carpeted hall to the foot of a narrow wooden staircase leading up to a white door.

“We don’t often have guests, especially children,” Grandpa explained. “I think you’ll be the most comfortable in the attic.”

Kendra was expecting something dark and musty, like the attic back home, but when he opened the door she saw it was actually very nice.

It was set up like a cheerful playroom. Spacious, clean, and bright, the long room had two beds at the far end, one wall covered in bookshelves and a couple of dressers, and the other held two wardrobes and some toy chests. There was a unicorn rocking horse sitting to the side, and a full dollhouse in one corner with a small piano in the other. Sitting beside of one of the dressers was a hen in a cage.

Seth went straight for the chicken. “Cool!” He poked a finger through the slender bars, trying to pet the soft looking feathers.

“Be careful, Seth,” Kendra warned. “Be gentle.”

“He’ll be fine,” Grandpa soothed. “Goldilocks is more a house pet than a barnyard hen. Your grandmother usually takes care of her, but since she’s gone I thought you kids might enjoy taking care of her for now. You’ll need to feed her, clean her cage, and collect her eggs.”

Seth looked delighted, “She lays eggs?”

“An egg or two a day if you keep her well fed,” Grandpa confirmed, motioning to a white plastic bucket full of kernels. “One scoop in the morning and in the evening should be good. I’ll show you how to change the lining of her cage in a few days. Make sure she has plenty of water and a tiny bowl of milk each morning.”

“Milk?”

He smiled mysteriously, “That’s the secret behind the eggs.”

“Can we take her out?” Seth asked, now stroking her feathers.

“Be gentle,” Grandpa said. “And put her back after.”

“Is it okay for us to play with the toys?” Kendra asked, studying the dollhouse. “Some of these look expensive.”

“Toys should be played with,” Grandpa said. “Just try to take care of them and that will be enough.”

“Awesome,” Seth said, going over to the piano and banging on the keys.

Kendra blinked, the notes sounded different than a piano. She couldn’t quite place what was off.

“While you stay here, this room is your space,” Grandpa said. “Within reason of course. I won’t pick up this space, nor bother you about it, as long as you treat the rest of the house with respect.”

“Alright,” Kendra agreed.

“Sounds good,” Seth nodded.

“I also have some unfortunate news. We’re in the height of tick season, have you heard of Lyme disease?”

Seth shook his head, but Kendra considered for a moment.

“I think so, but I can’t remember what it is.”

“It was originally discovered in the town of Lyme, Connecticut, not too far from here. You can catch it from tick bites, and during tick season the woods here are full of ticks.”

“What’s it do?” Seth asked.

“It starts out as a rash,” Grandpa said. “But it leads to arthritis, paralysis, and heart failure. And on top of that, ticks in general are bad to have. If you try to pull them off the heads detach, makes them hard to remove.”

“Gross,” Kendra muttered.

Grandpa nodded, “They’re very small and hard to see, at least until they fill up on blood, then they get as large as grapes.”

“Wow,” Seth said. “Can’t you just use bug spray?”

Grandpa nodded, “That can help, but isn’t a guarantee. The point is, you kids aren’t allowed to go into the woods. Stay on the lawn, play in the pool, explore the gardens, but stay away from the woods. I won’t be taking you to the hospital for Lyme disease.”

They both nodded.

“Good. As long as you follow that rule it’ll be fine. Break it and I’ll have to take away your outdoor privileges for your own safety.”

Seth winced, “Right, got it.”

“We understand,” Kendra assured him.

Grandpa nodded again, looking satisfied.

“One last thing,” he continued. “You’ll also need to stay out of the barn. There’s a lot of old tools and ladders and rusty pieces of farm equipment. I don’t want to risk you getting injured or getting tetanus.”

“Okay,” Seth agreed easily.

“Sounds reasonable,” Kendra said.

“Is there a TV?” Seth asked, poking at a canvas on an easel by one of the toy chests.

“No TV, or radio. We don’t get good reception out here, and it’s very expensive to run lines out.”

“When’s dinner?”

“In a few hours, Lena will be bringing up a snack for you soon. On that note, if you need anything, go to Lena. I’m very busy handling the upkeep of the property, so Lena will help with whatever you need.” He motioned to a purple cord hanging against the wall near one of the beds. “Tug the cord if you need her.”

“Alright, will we eat in one of the dining rooms?”

Grandpa nodded, “When I’m able to join you yes. On the days I’m too busy, like today, you can eat in here, in the kitchen, or anywhere else in the house. As long as you keep everything relatively clean you’re free to eat where you’re comfortable.”

“Wow,” said Seth. “Mom and Dad never let us eat in our rooms!”

Grandpa’s lips twitched, “Well, if it seems you can’t clean up after yourselves I may put a limit on it. But for now, you’re free to eat where you please.”

“Awesome,” Seth muttered.

Kendra’s smiled, that did sound nice.

“Now then, I need to go and complete my chores. I’ll likely not see you again till tomorrow.” He turned to leave but paused, pulling out a tiny key ring from his coat pocket. “Each of these keys fit something in this room. See if you can figure out what each unlocks.”

Kendra accepted the keyring curiously and Grandpa headed out, shutting the door gently behind him.

Seth had opened a toy chest now and was examining the contents. The toys were old-fashioned but in excellent condition. Soldiers, dolls, puzzles, stuffed animals, wooden blocks, some blocks shaped like logs, and others.

Kendra went to the window, a telescope put before it. She tried to peer through the eyepiece but couldn’t get it to focus right no matter how much she adjusted the knobs.

Pulling away she studied the window, realizing they were made of bubbly glass like the front of the house.

She unfastened the latch, pushing the window open. Even without the telescope she could see far into the forest. She moved the telescope closer and peered through it. After a moment of adjusted the knobs she could see even the leaves of the trees in clear detail.

“Oh, let me see,” Seth said, peering over her shoulder.

“Give me a bit, I just started looking.”

“But I wanna see.”

“Go play with the toys some,” Kendra huffed. “I’ll let you look after I’m done.”

“But sharing is caring,” Seth insisted.

“I said you could look, let me use it first though. I was using it already.”

Seth squinted, “What are you even looking at?”

“The trees.”

“Boring, let me see. I’ll look at something more interesting.”

Kendra rolled her eyes but stepped away, not wanting to deal with his whining.

“Fine but let me close the window. I don’t want bugs to come in.”

“Sure, whatever,” Seth studied the telescope as she closed the window and went off to study the dressers.

They were carved elegantly with fairies and unicorns and fiery birds.

She ran her fingers over the intricate patterns, she wished she had something like this at home.

She shook her head, going to look at the wardrobes, it reminded her of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. She wondered if she stepped in would she find a mystical land on the other side.

“This stupid thing won’t even focus,” Seth complained.

Kendra smiled.

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Donning the Mask of the Mastriss: An Adaptation of the Rite of the Headless One/Stele of Jeu

Bathe, then tie a Bull Rush, the leaf of a Cattail, or a strip of Goat skin on your head with the formula pictured above written on it.

Face North and gaze up towards Orion, stretching the emblem across your forehead from one of your temples to the other and reciting the six names written on the leaf:

“AÔTH ABRAÔTH BASYM ISAK SABAÔTH IAÔ” (Pronounced: “AH-OATuh AHB-RAH-OATuh BAH-SOOM EE-SAHK SAH-BAH-OATuh YAH-OH”).

Then recite:

“Make all spirits become subject to me, so that every spirit, no matter where they dwell—that they who dwell within the stars and planets, the winds, the lands, the depths, and the waters would all be obedient to me, and every enchantment and power that is under the dominion of the Mastriss of this World be under my control.”

Now, read aloud the summoning of the Mastriss of all Sorcery:

“I call to You, Headless Hunter Akephalon, who shapes the Sky and the Earth, who separated Night and Day, beautiful Ruler Who dies and is reborn each year—none have ever seen Your true face, Mastriss OSORONNOPHRIS (pronounced: “AH-SAH-RAHN-NAH-PuhREES)! You are IABAS (pronounced: “YAH-BAHS”)! You are IAPOS (pronounced: “YAH-POSE”)! You are the true God of this world, the one Who humans have long said of, “I’ve found the One!” yet few have.

Because You dwell in the middle, You show good from evil, just from unjust, dividing pleasure from pain. You made men and women as the divine Sun and Moon, Your eyes; revealing seed and fruit and teaching humankind how to plant and harvest, you manifest Your presence. You make people love or hate one another as is Your good pleasure, spreading Your madness to the ends of the Earth.

I am Solomon the King/Moses the Mageia/Isobel Gowdie the Witch (insert whichever mystical occultist you’d like here), Your seer in the Dark Glimmering Land Below to whom You have revealed Your Mysteries celebrated by the scholars of Alexandria; You cause the rains to fall and the mist to rise, the breeze to evaporate, and provide nourishment for all. Hear me, for I am the angelic messenger of PHAPRO OSORONNOPHRIS (pronounced: “PuhAH-PRAH AH-SAH-RAHN-NAH-PuhREES), which is Your true name, handed down to the prophets of Ees-rah-el!

ARBATHIAÔ REIBET ATHELEBERSÊTH ARA BLATHA ALBEU EBENPHCHI CHITASGOÊ IBAÔTH IAÔ! (Pronounced: “AHR-BAHTuh-EE-AH-OH RAY-BET AH-TuhEL-EH-BEHR-SAYTuh AH-RAH BLAH-TuhAH AHL-BEH-OO EH-BEN-Puh-KuhEE KuhEE-TAHS-GAH-AYE EE-BAH-OATuh YAH-OH”)!

Listen to me and turn away all spirits contrary to my sorceries and my health! I call upon You emptied of breath, Old One, for I am in awe of Your might! AROGOGOROBRAÔ SOCHOU MODORIÔ PHALARCHAÔ OOO (Pronounced: “AH-RAH-GAH-GAH-RAH-BRAH-OH SAH-KuhEW MAH-DAH-REE-OH PuhAH-LAHR-KuhAH-OH AAHH”). Windswept Headless Hunter, deliver me, (Full Name), son/daughter of (Mother’s Maiden Name), from all spirits which restrain me, ROUBRIAÔ MARI ÔDAM BAABNABAÔTH ASS ADÔNAI APHNIAÔ ITHÔLÊTH ABRASAX AÊÔÔY (Pronounced: “REW-BREE-AH-OH MAH-REE OH-DAHM BAHHB-NAH-BAH-OATuh AHSS AH-DOH-NIGH AHPuh-NEE-AH-OH EETuh-OH-LAYTuh AH-BRAH-SAHKS AH-AYE-OOOH-OO”)—mighty Headless Hunter, deliver me (Repeat Your’ Name As Above) from all spirits and powers that restrain me!

MABARRAIÔ IOÊL KOTHA ATHOREBALÔ ABRAÔTH (Pronounced: “MAH-BAHR-RAH-EYE-OH YAH-ALE KAH-TuhAH AH-TuhAH-REH-BAH-LOW AH-BRAH-OATuh”), deliver me (Repeat Your’ Name As Above), AÔTH ABRAÔTH BASYM ISAK SABAÔTH IAÔ! (Pronounced: “ AH-OATuh AH-BRAH-OATuh BAH-SOOM EE-SAHK SAH-BAH-OATuh YAH-OH”)!

The Mastriss is the Ruler of the Spirits; They are the Ruler of the World, the Wild Man, Azazel Who stole the blacksmith’s tools, Prometheus Who stole the fire, Who taught humans the civilized arts, Baal Hadad with the voice of the Storm; all the Winds obey Your command and call out, “my Liege!”; You can create all things by the utterance of the Words of Power which You know!

Liege, Mastriss, Helper, Good Skin-Walker, fill my soul with Fire, IEOU PYR IOU PYR IAÔT IAÊÔ IOOU ABRASAX SABRIAM OO YY EY OO YY ADÔNAIE (Pronounced: “YEH-EW POOER YEW POOER YAH-OAT YAH-AYE-OH YAAH-OO AHB-RAH-SAHKS SAH-BREE-AHM AAH OOOO EH-OO AAH OOO AH-DOH-NIGH-EH”).

Hurry, hurry, Good Goblins of the Huntsman, ANLALA LAI GAIA APA DIACHANNA CHORYN (Pronounced: “AHN-LAH-LAH LIE GUY-AH AHP-AH DEE-AH-KuhAHN-NAH KuhAH-ROON”).

I am the Master/Mistress of Spirits and Beasts with eyes in My feet! I am the Turnskin Trickster Who has stolen the immortal Fire! I am the Good Judge Who hates the injustice of humankind! I am the lightning and My voice is the thunder that announces My will! I am the rainfall that fertilizes the Earth! I am the One Whose mouth is always flaming! I am the One Who creates and destroys! Fate favors Me: I am the apple of the Dark Mother’s breast! My name is Heart-Encircled-by-a-Serpent! Let them come forth and follow Me!”

This rite invokes the names of the Mastriss, the Skin-Walking Ruler of the Spirits, for a delegation of Their authority. Out of Her love for Her Child even the Dark Mother may bend Her pronouncements of Fate through the use of this rite. This being, called “Pan” among so many other names, was said to elicit the joyous laughter of all the gods. By the mere pronouncement of it, spirits may suddenly manifest and be plainly seen and the sorcerous conjurer may even soar gloriously into the very Depths, meeting the Strange Beings there. It will cause any spirits trying to keep you in the dark, any powers which are casting their glamour upon you, and anything opposed to your sorcerous work and Night flights to depart. It will give you the intuitive knowledge necessary to put on the body of the Double and walk about. Any evocation of any spirit will become successful to you, and hedge-walking will become as simple as waking from sleep. You may meet your Guardian Paredros Angel and/or have a visit from the “Man in Black” by the pronouncement of it alone.

The most important aspect of this is the timing of it. In the Northern Hemisphere, it must be done just before sunrise in August and September, around 4 am in October, 1 am in November, 11 pm in December, 9 pm in January, 7 pm in February, just after sunset in March and April, afternoon in May, noon in June, and mid-morning in July. Do the rite EVERY DAY until you are successful in it, which will be quite obvious when success is won. You should also be performing Dark Communions out of worship to the Mastriss as a payment for this authority. You should never perform the rite on either solstice, since Orion is headed by the Sun at the Summer Solstice and the Moon at the Winter Solstice, and it would therefore be sacrilegious to refer as such. Performing the rite on the day after the Full Moon in December is a very powerful time for its performance, as the energy is high and Orion is newly beheaded.

It should be noted that Orion was said by the Aztecs to be the final cause of the world’s end. Each year, at the rising of Orion in August, they performed ceremonies that lasted through the Winter period designed to forestall the world’s end. The Mayan doomsday clock is based on these stars. The constellation is the inspiration for the engineering of the pyramids at Giza, Gobekli Tepe, and the seven ancestral Hopi cities. In Aramaic, the constellation is called “Nephila”, and is said to be the creator of the Nephilim, who are, of course, the parentage of the witches, progenitors of the witch-blood.

This rite is based on that of the “Stele of Jeu”, PGM V. 96-172.

[ofmythsandmadness]

i wanna dance with somebody...

...who loves me.

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She’s spinning.

He told her that it was a bad idea, that it will only make her throw up, but there was no reasoning with her intoxicated mind. And so she spins. She's drifting in stumbled circles, her laughter echoing through the small living room and bouncing off the walls, trapped in the tiny room. It's haunting, and beautiful, and all those stupid things he would never say allowed. She hates her laugh, but he adores it, and at that moment he wants to die only hearing that sound, the little hiccuping giggles and snorts of pure joy.

Her hands are raised above her head and her body twirls and twists and it’s almost beautiful, the drunken ballet she pulls off - even though she looks ridiculous and crazy and he would think it stupid, if it was not her doing it. As it is, he can't take his eyes off her.

He wishes he could be as happy as her. Or maybe just half that. Half that carefree, half of that laughter sending shivers down his spine. How long has it been, since he's laughed that hard?

They both had too much to drink. But where alcohol raises her spirits, it brings him all the way back down. Makes his misery rise to the top and drowns any good thoughts with the reminder of his own self-hatred. He becomes self-reflective and then self-destructive, seizing his insecurities and making them ever so much worse than when he’s sober. It’s a silent tragedy building in his mind, and Diego can only breathe through it, downing more and more of the liquid poison as though it’ll make things better. He’s staring forward, watching her, but as the daze grows his eyes glaze over and he only sees her shimmering, shaky silhouette amongst the blur. And then he’s sucking in a breath, trying to control himself but-

“-come dance!”

He’s broken out of the daze, forced back into reality by her voice. Her sweet, sweet, voice. In the mere seconds of his broken reverie, Diego had missed her ceasing her moves and springing over to him. Her hands extend and they towards his own. A bright smile dances up her lips. An angel, in the form of a snarky, extremely drunk woman who dares to say she loves him.

He shakes his head. "Sorry," he murmurs, downing yet another gulp of poison. He barely feels the sting as it goes down. “I can’t dance.”

“Ha, right. Bulllll-shit.”

“That’s the tru-”

-she’s laughing, cutting him off with a teasing remark of, ‘there’s no way you move like that in your little leather getup and you can’t dance'.

She pauses, waiting for him to just so gently break a smile before asking again. "Come on, baby.” Her hands press against his, pulling slightly. “Dance with me.”

She has a point - though she does not know it. Diego can dance, at least he could long ago. Memories dance in his mind, flashing images of Grace holding him, smiling gently as she guided him across the kitchen floor. His father had scorned it but he always appreciated her teachings, finding it a reliever of his real life. Took him away, at least for a little while.

But he has not danced in far too many years to count, and besides. He has already said no, he can not just give in now. And the insecurities still pull him down, dragging him into the depths, forcing his head under so he can’t breathe, so that all he can do is flounder haplessly.

“Baby…”

He makes the mistake of looking up again and immediately regrets it. She is glowing. Her lips pout as she looks down at him, but they still hint at a joke he has not latched onto yet. Her face is coated with a thin sheen of sweat and her hair’s going in every which direction, but right then, he truly believes she has never looked prettier. How can he say no to such an angel?

Diego chuckles, glancing away if only to save himself. Just then, she was like those sirens, pulling him to his death. Why is he so willing to go? “You’re too drunk.”

“Off my love for you? One hund-a-red percent.” She finds his hands again and pulls, harder that time, determination building on her face. God, he loves her. Too much. “I just want to dance with you, baby.”

“C’mon, Y/N…”

“I wanna dance, with somebody,” she chants, in a half talk, half singing voice that breaks his frown into a shy smile. “I wanna dance with somebody-yy, somebody who loo-ooves me!”

Her singing voice is terrible, but it is infectious and at that point, he could no longer hide his smile. The darkness still builds in his mind, but it is easier to push away, better to swallow back dry and forget about. As she talk-sings, his will wavers more and more, until he finally gives in and stands.

Immediately, she cheers and her hands pull him into the centre of the room. He had not even seen her move the table, but it was suddenly on the other side of the couch, giving them a whole stage to perform on. And she’s loving it; smiling from ear to ear, hands moving up his body until they intertwine around his neck. One pulls back at his insistence, though, and he moves it to hold in his. It’s almost deja vu as they assume position, only he’s no longer a small kid looking up at his mother. He’s almost a head taller than the woman in his arms, and there’s a sloppy closeness that was never there before. And a way that she touches him that heals all his wounds, tugs him away from the cliff he previously stood upon and back towards the light.

His heart’s beating harder, too, though maybe that’s just the alcohol moving to finally end him.

Her hips roll sloppily and they both struggle to stand straight, but neither one cares. What she cares about is him. It's evident in how she holds onto him, raking her eyes over him, blessing him with a stupid smile that still makes him blush like a schoolboy. It makes him want to do anything, feel like he could do anything - wrestle a bear, climb a mountain, swim to the darkest depths just to ensure she would never lose that crazy grin.

As he spins her around, her eyebrows raise. “Ooh, wee…you’ve been holdin’ out on me, baby.”

“Shud’up.”

“No, look at you!” she sings. Her hands dance and trace swirls into the back of his neck; he shivers. “You’re fucking incredible!”

He feels his cheeks run hot. Compliments were never easy, but when they come from her, teasing and light, he knows he’s a lost cause. Diego mumbles something back, but he can hardly process the words.

Y/N smirks even harder. She knows what she’s doing, surely. She has to. She moves in closer, pulling her hand away from his so it can join the other around his neck. Suddenly, his are on her hips and the two of them are spinning slowly like those middle school slow dances he never got to go to. He really can’t breathe, at that point, not with her looking up at him with those big eyes and teasing grin. He really knows nothing about astronomy, but in that moment they are two stars locked in orbit, left to twirl around one another in the midst of inky black space. And she’s glowing hotter and brighter than ever, so much that he can hardly stand there with her- but he has to, because she fuels him. Keeps him smiling, keeps him holding onto that feeling of forever floating off the ground.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” she mumbles, suddenly quieting down. Her smile is no longer a smirk but it’s gentle and sweet, telling him her words are genuine. She stumbles slightly, but is easily adjusted by him. “You’re so, so beautiful, baby. How’d I get this lucky-y?”

“You’re-you're crazy.”

“Hey, no no no-oo,” she hums. “I mean that, Diego. You’re - you’re - you’re fucking amazing-g-g.”

Her breath dances across his skin before her lips find his, pressing sweetly before slipping away. She moves just the slightest bit away, just enough so he can see her big, wide eyes, take in every fleck and speck of colour swirling. He’s floating higher and higher, and she’s coming with him - she’s pulling him up, really, and they might fly into the fucking sun but he could not care less. Just so long as he has her.

“And not to mention, your dance moves, I mean-”

-it’s then that he cannot bear it any longer, and finally Diego tugs her into him and finally kisses her, properly. Diego was never too good with words - not sober, and definitely not drunk off his ass, but he hopes in some way or another she somehow understands how much he loves her through that kiss.

And she just smiles.

[thatcreepylithuanian]

Elsa/Honeymaren: Learning to Love (Snippet)

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"You never cease to amaze." Honeymaren cradled her own head as she stretched out to watch the firelight dance across fractal ice that allowed it's glow to spread out over the entire area in which they laid. The poles that created the pyramid-shaped support leaving the wilderness around them completely exposed, "How do you even think of these things?"

"What do you mean?" Elsa adjusted the bowl carefully making sure it sat directly beneath the hole meant to let the heat rise out and not melt the ice around it. The last thing she wanted was for it to come crashing down over them.

"I mean, don't you have to visualize something to make it happen or does it just...appear?" Honeymaren rolled into her side as Elsa came to sit beside her. Her fine brows furrowed with thought.

"I definitely have to visualize it... especially when I want to make something specific but other times the magic just takes over... It leads me, into seeing what I need to make." She sighed softly and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"What other things have you made? Things you've visualized." She let her fingers lightly trace some of the ice made beads along the hem of Elsa's jacket.

"I made, Olaf this you know of course...I uh, made some toys a couple of times for the kids of the Kingdom...The fireworks or whatever you'd call them at Anna's wedding. An ice rink, ice skates..."

Honeymaren frowned at her tone. She spoke as though she wasn't proud of any of it. She pushed herself back up to face her properly, "Let me rephrase. What's something you've made that you made for yourself? Something you're proud of?"

Elsa blinked dumbly for a long moment before her brows furrowed deeply with thought. She'd never even thought about it before. Her only focus on her magic had been to be careful with it. Keep it from hurting anyone. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she'd nearly always made something at request. Usually—no, nearly always—at Anna's excited request in terms of frivolous creation.

"Surely, there's something...?" Yelena had told her to practice her craft. Encouraged her to do things she'd never believed she could. Of course, Honeymaren hadn't been privy to those sessions. As the elder had taken Elsa deep in the woods so as to reassure her that no harm would come to anyone should she do so. Even then, that didn't count. She'd been told to do it. Wasn't there anything that she'd done for herself?

"I-um..." She curled her lip in as she continued to think back. Then finally it hit her, "I made a place once. Well, twice but the second time it was for Marshmallow and the snowgies..."

"Hold up... you made a palace? Entirely of ice?"

Elsa tensed unable to read the smaller woman's reaction, though when she let out a bark of laughter and took hold of her arms with the same joy that she'd seen in Anna's eyes so many times her entire body relaxed.

"Like, an entire palace? With rooms and everything?" The small sheepish nod made Honeymaren want to shake her, "You can do that? And you're living in a small wooden house?!"

"Well to be fair, if I made a house of ice I'd be the only one who could actually live in it... aside from the snowmen."

"Okay. Fair point. But still," She let far hands run down her arms before coming up to cradle her jaw, "That's absolutely incredible, you must take me there." She glanced down at her less than winter-ready clothes, the drop of the spring night already making her a little chilly, "When I'm more appropriately dressed of course."

Elsa smiled into her hold, her head tilting outside of her conscious thought into her palm, "Of course."

"It's so wonderful learning more about you..."

"It's good to be known..." Elsa spoke truthfully, her eyes lowering down just a touch to just appreciate the woman in front of her.

How nice it felt to allow herself to feel just a little bit special not just because of her gifts but because of who she was as a person. The compliment felt so much different coming from Honeymaren. As she wasn't her sister, who would love her no matter what or the people of the Kingdom of which she had reined filling her with polite platitudes because of her status.

In the Northulhdran's eyes, her magic was apart of her just as much as her hair and when Honeymaren questioned her it never felt like she separated one from the other. Her compliments on what she'd done like a carpenter being commended in his craft.

"You know...I was thinking..." The fingers that had been resting on the curve of snow lowered down to the deeply shadowed mark peeking out at the hollow of Elsa's throat, "If you wanted to practice sparring, I think I'd be a much better teacher."

Elsa winced slightly from the touch, the bruise heated and sore, "Are you sure you have time...? I mean, you're the Chieftess... don't you have responsibilities?"

"My only responsibility is to keep the peace between the spirits and our people. Everything else is for me to decide." Her fingers dipped just a little beneath the fabric before a sharp intake of breath forced her retreat, "Do you remember... What we talked about before...? After we got back from Arendelle?"

Hot, everything suddenly felt hot. From the tips of her ears down to her sandaled feet, "About starting over from the beginning...?"

"Yeah." The hands that glided down impossibly soft fabric left behind a warmth that was very distracting, "I do..." Elsa swallowed thickly, her eyes lowering down to their joining hands.

"Do you... want to try something more than kissing?" It had been such a wonderful night. Elsa hadn't looked so relaxed in a long time.

Elsa tilted her head up, that same feeling coiling slowly in her stomach. Her magic seemed to be calm where they were as if just being out in nature was enough to keep it satisfied, "Like... what?"

"I want you to touch me..." Maren was careful when she pulled on Elsa's wrists, resting her curled fingers below her collar, "Any way you like... as long as you're comfortable. Any way that makes you feel... good."

"Good?" Still hopelessly lost, her brows furrowed slightly, her gaze locked on her fingernail that was lightly ticking at the fabric of Honeymaren's tunic.

"You know... good." The younger woman grinned despite herself and ducked her head to catch her lover's eyes before pointedly looking down into her lap.

"Oh..." A bright blush ran up her neck, "But... aren't I supposed to make you feel... good?"

"We're supposed to feel good together. Trust me, anything you touch will make me feel good. Just... start with what you like and go from there." She didn't stop herself from gently running her palm over Elsa's thigh, the muscle therein flexing at her touch.

Elsa licked her lips slowly, her eyes flicking up for just a brief moment before she took a deep steadying breath, "Like... this?"

Her heart pulsed when she leaned in, closing the gap with a hesitant kiss. A soft hum of appreciation passed into her and she felt her body slowly unwinding. Ever so cautiously she let her fingers uncurl, trying to picture her magic as a soft summer wind instead of a raging storm of ice.

The fabric beneath her palms pulled with each breath, the muscle teasing her fingertips. When the kiss broke her lashes fluttered down to look at her hands, no ice, no snow. Mildly confident, she leaned forward once more and let her lips trail down along her pulse, the smell of Earth filling her senses. grounding her.

Honeymaren let her head fall to the side, her lashes opening to watch the spirit's descent. Her own hands twitched to take hold but her heart stayed them, "Yes... just like that..."

The soft whisper made Elsa smile, another small kiss pressing just to where skin met cloth. Timidly, she raised one of her hands and pulled; exposing more skin for her lips to explore. Her other hand curled instinctively into her own stomach, while she turned her focus on the one under her jaw. Conceal, don't feel... keep it under control... Despite her fear, her magic didn't seem to be coming to the surface, in fact, the heat that was growing in her stomach seemed to be keeping it quite restrained.

Emboldened, Elsa shifted just a touch closer. Leaning up to watch the back of her fingers trail down the V-shaped neck where a small metal clasp held the neck in place. Before she could even ask, tanned fingers deftly pulled the metal from its place, releasing a soft sigh from both women. With only a fugitive glance, Elsa returned her knuckles, lightly tracing down the valley before leaning in again to press her lips to the bone.

Maren had never before been touched so gently in all her life. It was completely intoxicating. It sent every one of her senses into overdrive. Her palms burned to touch the Goddess in front of her, her chest aching to return the favor. Her lashes fluttered again making her legs shift just a little further apart. She could do this, she could restrain her childish desires. She could keep herself under control. If Elsa could do it, so could she.

Elsa's gaze was beyond focused, her vision completely taken in by the sharp contrast of her fingers against sun-kissed skin. The hand around her waist tightened when she allowed herself to turn her hand, knuckles to fingertips. The small jump of muscle made her recoil near-instantly but the hand that came to her wrist in the next breath kept her in place. Fear flickering over deep sea blue eyes.

"It's okay, it just tickled..." Honeymaren leaned down without lowering her eyes, her lips reverently pressing against soft nails, "Do you... want me to...?"

Elsa curled her fingers lightly into her palm, her brows furrowing just a little from the hanging question. It took a long moment before her brain was able to supply her with all the possible ways their present situation could go wrong. The sound of the stream nearby filling her ears like a raging river.

"It's okay if you don't...I mean...I understand."

Another slow heated breath left Elsa's chest as her courage took its sweet time in coming out from behind its door. Like a child peeking out into the darkness of night, her heart thudded heavily before she managed to nod ever so slightly.

Honeymaren did her best not to allow her victory to overtake her senses. Her smile twitching to beam, "Okay."

A lick to her lips lowered her hands to the hem of her tunic, her eyes watching the hand she'd just released curl into the fabric over her love's heart. Patience, strength. Slowly. Carefully. Don't scare her, don't overwhelm her. Just, take your time. She wants this, you want this. There is no need to rush.

A deep sigh left her chest when the chill of the night raised her skin. Despite the springtime temperature the sight of the woman before her kept her skin heated. She laid the tunic down to the side, a brow-raising when blue eyes turned near to black from dilation. Another step, another breath to keep herself restrained. This was probably the best and worst situation she'd ever found herself in.

"You're so beautiful..." Elsa didn't even realize the words had escaped her battle-torn mind until Maren whispered back at her with the same sentiment and a gentle caress of her cheek that had her turning her lips into a soft weathered palm.

"Go on... it's okay..."

Silken knuckles returned, tracing along a muscled collar. Down to the raised skin of a defined chest before trailing along the cloth wrapped tightly both for modesty and agility.

Honeymaren sat up straighter with a swallowed moan. Her head tilting back to look into the endless night sky, the stars therein seeming even brighter than ever before. Another shift brought her up onto her knees, her torso stretching out like a taut rubber band as her entire body ached with need.

Elsa adjusted herself as well, coming from her hip to rest on her calves. The hand around her own waist finally coming free to join its mate to run down a broad square-shaped waist. She could almost feel every individual hair, every single pulse of the heart beneath her fingertips. The sensation completely blocking out all other thought. More, she wanted to feel more.

Head nearly to heavy to lift, Honeymaren felt a flash of worry when the palms that had surely memorized every single curve of her waist retreated. Her breath catching as she made to speak only to realize that Elsa had pulled back to remove her jacket.

The world around them suddenly felt brighter as her pupils exploded. Elsa had adjusted her magical shirt into nothing but a tight-fitting camisole, exposing her arms and shoulders to the light above causing her pale skin to almost glowing in its light.

Honeymaren's hands rose outside of her command, her brow going tense to the spotted bruises that marred her otherwise flawless skin. They had to hurt, how could they not? How had she hidden the pain so flawlessly? How she wanted to kiss them all away.

The mood between them faltered as Elsa turned her head down to the hands that ran up her arms, gingerly tracing the spots of heated and abused flesh. Her fingers twitched in the air between them before gingerly resting against the elbow of the arm that explored her own skin. The heat in her stomach clouding her thoughts and making it impossible for her to think.

A whimper slipped between Elsa's lips, her body arching forward as though led by another. Her head lowering down to press a soft kiss to the shoulder that had come level with her chin. Her arms wrapped behind, pulling the Northulhdran closer so that her heat threatened to melt the ice that formed her clothes. A sharp breath and a near full-body tremble came from the woman in her embrace and she found herself completely lost inside a storm to which she had no control.

"Does it... is it...good?" Elsa's tongue almost failed her. Her breathing near painful from the contact, the strange want to be even closer, to feel her skin against her own.

"So good..." Honeymaren pressed her lips into her hair, one hand coming up to tangle into silver locks while the other slipped just beneath the fabric of her lower back. There was still too much between them, so much more to feel. They'd come this far, could they go further? Should she risk it?

"What do you want right now?"

Elsa wasn't sure how to answer that question. All she knew was that she wanted more, more of something. Something that lied hidden behind the fog of alcohol, of a memory distorted, "More..."

As though called by a siren, Honeymaren pulled her head back just enough to capture bruised lips. A soft whine of her own mixing with the whimper she pulled forth. Her arms flexed and her legs moved out from beneath her, lowering her down and tilting her head up. The kiss remained, heavy and chaste. A small pause to catch their breath before she recaptured her lips. The smaller woman leaned back into the arms that held her close. Her weight pulling them backward and forward simultaneously.

Elsa tried to move fluidly but her body was still new to this amount of stimulation running through her veins. A small gasp had her sliding her lips away into a furiously pulsing neck as strong legs moved outside of her own. Her hips shifted and when her lower stomach pressed into bone a sharp hiss from the woman beneath her stuttered her heart.

"I'm okay," Honeymaren rushed to relive the tension she felt snap tight through the woman now laid completely overtop of her. Her weight unimposing. Her hips bucked when she shifted again and her control began to slip, "Just...ah... It feels good..."

Elsa shook her head, her arms shifting out to support part of her weight on her elbows. Despite her words, her face didn't look like it was good. She definitely looked as though she were in pain, "Are you sure?"

Maren forced her eyes open and took the deepest breaths she could manage, letting her fingers trail up Elsa's soft neck and under her jaw, "Positive... Do you... still feel good?"

"I think so..." She felt many things, too many to possibly analyze. It was as though her mind had fled, "What should I do...?"

"Whatever you want... whatever feels right..." Oh, it was so hard to speak. She wanted so desperately to return every favor. Every touch, every kiss. To simply show her how good everything she'd done felt.

Still unsure and with her arms otherwise occupied, Elsa shifted her weight eliciting another sharp hiss. Her brow furrowed and her confidence fled, "I.. I don't know..."

"It's okay... just... relax okay? Breathe..." She wasn't sure to whom she was giving advice to at the moment. Her body was throbbing with a need that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore, "Do you... want to stop?"

A pregnant pause held the air between them, soft blue eyes searching for answers to questions they weren't sure to ask. Everything felt as though it were climbing to a dangerous peek. Into a darkness that had every potential of washing away all the progress they'd made thus far.

Honeymaren was screaming inside her head, begging to every God, Goddess, and Spirit she knew. Pleading with them for strength to hold herself back. She'd never felt such a rush, such a carnal need as she did at that moment. If only the Spirit that laid so perfectly against her could hear her thoughts, her silent pleas.

"No... But I... my hands..." Elsa found herself similarly calling out to the powers that be. For guidance and courage. She wanted this, she wanted this and more. She just didn't know what it meant, what exactly more was. She felt so incredibly naive, so incredibly unlearned. Why couldn't she recall what they'd done before? Why did her memory elude her now? It never had any problem showing her every mistake, every misstep.

"Use your mouth..." Her entire body pulsed at her own words. The taste of summer honey recalled to her tongue. It felt like lifetimes ago though it was only two weeks. Two weeks... Was she asking too much? Too soon?

Elsa's body thrummed like the string of a perfectly tuned violin. She curled her lips in, worrying them with her teeth. She did very much like it when Honeymaren would kiss along her shoulders. A kind gesture when she held her close. Her eyes lowered down from the heavily flushed face of the young Chieftess, her eyes tracing along straining muscle.

Nervously, she lowered her head. Her heavy blonde hair spilling out from around her shoulders. It completely blocked out everything around her. Zeroing in her focus, clearing her mind of everything but the gentle scent of Earth and herbs.

Her lips trailed, pausing only slightly to pay homage. The hand that had moved into her hair felt weightless and guiding. She allowed herself to follow its subtle pull, lowering her further. Her nose traced lightly, her breath frigid as she exhaled heavily against caramel skin. Her lashes fluttered, leaving butterfly kisses along the fabric bifurcating the solid plains of flesh.

The intense mixture of hot and cold made Honeymaren's head spin. Her eyes rolling back as her hand reflexively tightened, tangling in the hair that flowed down her waist. Her back arched into soft lips that nearly burned when they reached the hollow of her stomach.

A sharp crackling sound came to her ears next as the soft fur beneath her grew stiff, the frost growing inside it chilling her spine and making her hips arch towards the furious heat between her legs.

Elsa's eyes snapped open to the familiar sound that was nearly lost in the rushing of her heart that pounded in her ears. Despite the firm hold on her head, she found herself pushing away, her eyes wide with fear that made her heart flip sideways painfully when she caught sight of the frost continuing to grow on the discarded tunic.

"No..."

"It's okay...shhh..." Still reeling, her hands fumbled to both untangle themselves and push herself up. Chest heaving and head threatening to float off into the stars above, she reached out near blindly to keep Elsa from pitching completely backward out of her hold.

A desperate barking sob twisted the Fifth Spirit's flushed features as her hands quickly wrapped around her waist, the ice in her camisole growing stiff and cold, "No..."

"Wait, Elsa!" A whisping gasp stumbled her forward and the fifth spirit backward. The thick blanket tangling both of their legs as the partially frozen hide gave an awkward resistance. Honeymaren's eyes opened wide as they lost their balance sending them tumbling down in a tangle of limbs that left the blonde pinned and struggling beneath her much heavier frame.

"Calm down, just breathe!" Honeymaren groaned softly as she pushed herself up, the wind partially knocked out of her from the fall. Her hands reached out as she pulled herself up and took hold of freezing cold wrists with bruising force, "You didn't hurt me!"

Elsa couldn't see, her eyes closed tight as memories of the past shot across the blackness. Her heart racing with emotions she'd rather have left buried somewhere deep inside. She didn't even register that she had started to try and push the other off of her until her hands came down with a leafy crunch just beside her head. Her legs kicking out uselessly at the blanket that had felled her in the first place.

"Breathe," Honeymaren tried to take her own advice as she shifted her weight back to Elsa's hips, firmly planting her to the ground. Her eyes taking in the unfathomable pain etched on her lover's features, "I'm okay... you're okay..."

Her hold relaxed when the arms in her grasp stopped pushing against her, "You're okay..."

Elsa forced her eyes to open to the voice above, her eyes going in and out of focus for a long second before she was able to take in the loving eyes, "I'm sorry..."

"Why are you sorry...?" Another shift brought them just a bit closer, "You haven't done anything wrong..."

"I ruined it... again..."

"No, you didn't..." A gentle nuzzle with the tip of her nose returned deep ocean blue, "It's okay, you got excited. That's good. You kissed me back, that's even better."

"But the ice..." Elsa sniffled as a few tears rolled over her temples, her fingers flexing against her palms.

"We'll get there... You just need... more practice." Honeymaren smiled cautiously and released one of her wrists to clasp over top of Elsa's, "I told you..." She pulled the arm from beside her head, the limb giving only the smallest of resistance, "I love all of you." Reverently, she pressed a kiss along the backs of her knuckles before pulling it over her heart where she pressed it firmly.

Elsa shook her head only just, her fingers curling up tighter, "I don't want to hurt you..."

"And you won't, I know you won't." She pulled up its mate and pressed them together inside her own, resting her lips over top, "You did good, so good. Come here..."

Despite the resistance, Honeymaren pulled the elder woman to her chest, letting her wrists go out to get sides where they clenched tight. Her arms wrapped around quaking shoulders as she rose herself up on her knees to pull the Goddess' head down over her heart. She held her impossibly tight as freezing tears trailed over her skin. Her eyes turning up to the stars that seemed to grow dim.

"You did so good... My beautiful moon..." Her words filled with affection and understanding. Calm and soothing. Her hand on her shoulders moving in slow circles to console.

Snow had begun to fall now, soft and light. Causing the fire above to sizzle and wane. Still, the Chieftess held tight, whispering words of comfort. Her lips kissing away now silent tears as The Spirit continued to tremble against her.

[riskeith]

oo.. a read more.. how mysterious ;)

shsjjdhdjf hi! it’s pretty and fluffy yes ! some of it have melted away though sadly.. 🥺 how are you? hope your day has been amazing <333

i tried to go to dragonspine last night because albedo’s quest opened up for me a while back and it took me there and i failed like two seconds after so i just went to bed all angry shekdhskdbncj i kept thinking about how easy it would be if you had diluc, xiangling or klee on your team since they do ‘big’ fire attacks that would help with the frost... :(

have you decided that you want to build your whole team or just focus on 1-2 characters? i’ve heard some people say that it’s better to do just 1-2 but i’m hesitant over it... they’re your main team for a reason you want them all to be reliable yk..?

“LEGEND OF KORRA?” omg..... fun fact the first klance fic i ever wrote (never released it though since its still unfinished hskshdj) was a klance lok au! imagine the boys as rival probenders... 🥴 lance waterbender... keith firebender..... 🥵 but thank goodness you decided to give it a shot sjdkfjdk look where it lead us.

i meant that exactly! that’s not negative that’s just life because same here. i ended up just deleting everything when i started uni (the only thing i have left is tumblr) because it’s kind of hard keeping up with fandoms and stuff when the weight of the world is on your shoulders ... :/ even lost contact with practically all my internet friends lmao sheesh. do you still find it difficult to find motivation to write n stuff? (this is such a heavy topic soz)

us on our date.... chillin... suddenly hilichurls attack. incredibly romantic.... <3333 venti to your xiao i wish!!!!! #bringventiback2k21pls 🥺.. dude you reminded me!!!! i was on ao3 the other day (as one usually is) and did you know there are so many genshin fics? i was SO surprised?? kind of fun tho, have you checked them out?

no need to promise!! but you have my undying support <333

ohhh?? you wouldn’t? i mean your reasoning is absolutely valid!! the end was most definitely very disheartening in so many ways lol.... i probably would still tbh i just miss them a lot. like getting a chance to see lance and keith again with the same voice actors n everything??? i think i’d do anything for that LMAO when it comes to story though i have no idea... not really sure what they could do with it. maybe something with lotor?

YOU WATCHED SPIRITED AWAY????!!!?!? BABY I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!! i’m so so so so so glad you like it oh my gooooood this is the best news ever <333333333333333333 i take it you’re now finished with it; what did you think? 🥺 also howl’s... girl my heart is soaring. i just know you’re gonna enjoy it so much!! aaaaah, let me know when you check it out <3333

icb you’re teasing me like this....,,..... ‘just wait until you read the last section’ i’ll just go die then. that was already so beautiful and there’s more??????? let me go back to my original roots and ask; hand in marriage? 🥺💍 multiverse.... i have questions.... is it like, a one shot for each or is it like.. jumping between the universes? 🥺

stay safe, stay healthy mwah!! 🥰

hiyaaaa~

awww does snow not stay for long where you are? or is it not cold/thick enough to stay 😔 and i’m good! didn’t get as much done as i wanted but tomorrow certainly.. (i say every day FHSKFSD) hope yours is amazing as well <3 :*

FHSDKJFHSDKFHSJD omg ripppp im sorry 😭 but one day!!!! you will conquer dragonspine i can feel it. oooo wait do you not have xiangling yet? :o and also you mentioning diluc reminds me of this tweet i saw here, maybe he isn’t actually optimal for that enviroment AHAHA

yeah i agree with you! I kinda focus on building the traveller most bc i use him a lot of the time, but recently i’ve been trynna build everyone else up too and balance them out. like you said we want them all reliable and they all have different uses and functions, so.

PRO!!! BENDERS!!!!!!!!! omg wait were they gonna be... forced to work on the same team?? 🤪🥵 either way S tier concept. but also um excuse me?? you write fic too?!?!?! “first klance fic i ever wrote” implying there are more??? maybe published ones??????????? i won’t ask for links in case it like outs you LOL but omg??? excuse me?? how is this the first time i’ve heard about it >:(

shit that sucks :(( ugh im sorry you felt the need to do that! :( is it also kinda freeing and relaxing tho? that you’re not involved or have any connections or obligations.. idk sometimes all that overwhelmes me too. sometimes i have a really hard time writing yeah, but that’s also due to various other reasons unrelated to school. like twice a month i tell my friends i’ll quit FHSJFKDSHK but i never do lollll and then sometimes i’ll just get hit with such an intense urge to write and then im like?? i was so stupid for thinking otherwise? (and no worries at alll <3)

FJHSDKFS couples that fight together stay together 🤪 i think that was in one of my todobaku? fics LOL. okay but i saw some leaks (which i don’t condone but welp) suggesting that maybe... venti would return 2 banners after xiao or something so hopefully!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was looking at tier lists too and he was really high up so now im like fuuuuck maybe i can’t spend on my primogems for xiao i’ll have to save again FHSDKJFSD. ngl i was pretty surprised to see so many fics too! but nah i haven’t really read anything, hbu? also did you know there’s an official genshin impact webtoon? i haven’t read it but i am considering itttt

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AHAH yeah that’s fair tho. i think s8 ruined it so much for me that anything else would make me feel empty sighhhhh. but i was also gonna say something about lotor! honestly i feel like if they did make something else, it’d be a prequel or something, maybe even the prior paladins, so we wouldn’t even get to see klance at all fhkfhsksd.

i really liked it!! not sure if it was bc i zoned out towards the end tho, but i felt like the ending came pretty quickly? or maybe i was just so immersed i didn’t want it to end... ahaha. but i still stand by the fact i love haku sm..... i think i’ll watch howl’s tomorrow! i considered starting it tonight but i still wanna soak in spirited away for a bit so... we shall see <3 but ofc i’ll def let you know all my thoughts when i do

YOU ALREADY HAVE MY HAND BOO!!! you have my whole heart too just take it i’m giving it to you 😩❤👐. it’s one shot for each! I was actually considering making it a multichap with each chap as a new universe, but i have a horrible track record with those and idk that i could make each universe long enough fhdkfjs. ugh honestly i’m tempted to just like send you what i currently have anyway bc i honestly don’t think i’ll ever finish it fhskdf but there are some good moments in there that deserve to be Seen..

thank you!! you too, hope you’re all nice and warm 😘🤩

[kirishwima]

Hi! How about Juminv for 🍯🍋🍌⚡🌙🌝🌔☀🍍🌻🌽✨🍻💫🔆💛⛅🌟 I sorry if this is too much :'(

not at all! 

🍯 do they give each other nicknames ? have them list a few of their favourites !

* Jumin’s not really the type-but if V gives him a nickname he’ll love it and chuckle to himself anytime V uses it!

* He’ll simply call V ‘Jihyun’, unless V specifically asks him to call him something else-he just...doesn’t understand the appeal of nicknames lmao

* V too isn’t all that fond of them-he loves Jumin’s name, why should he change it? Though sometimes he’ll call him ‘Ju’, like he used to sometimes when they were kids :’)

🍋 do they like cuddling ? what’s their favourite or the comfiest cuddling position for them ?

* They both love cuddling! Especially Jumin, though he won’t admit it out loud-but the moment V’s near him he’ll just hold him close, big spoon, small spoon, laying on top of him, no matter, he loves it all!

* V loves classic spooning-he doesn’t mind what spoon he is lol, be it holding Jumin close or feeling Jumin’s chest on his back, he loves it all, it really comforts him to feel his beloved so close to him <3

🍌 which one is usually the one to initiate any kissing or just any plain touching ?

* V! He’s a very touchy-feely guy, he needs to have his hands on Jumin at all times-even while simply talking he’ll lean his shoulder onto Jumin, or he’ll hold his hand e.t.c

* Jumin will often be the one to initiate kissing though, mainly because V’s a little apprehensive about it at first-it’ll take him a while before he’s fully confident to initiate it himself!

⚡️ how do they prefer to show affection ? are they more touchy or do they show it in ways other than contact ?

* For Jumin, affection comes in actions-how he’ll always make sure V’s favorite wine can always be found in their home, or how he’ll book them tickets to V’s favorite theatre show, things that show he cares, because he’s not used to showing affection, but caring-that he knows and he’ll show how much he cares constantly

* V is more fond of physical affection, but it’s not his main form of showing his love either-his love is seen through his art, how all his photographs have Jumin as their model, how he paints in Jumin’s favorite colours, how he’ll draw the most gorgeous painting of Elizabeth the 3d because he knows it’ll make Jumin smile-that’s his love language :)

🌙 be honest , who’s the little spoon and who’s the big spoon ?

* They switch it up! They really don’t mind who’s what lol

🌝 what’s YOUR favourite moment of them together ?

* it’s not something in canon, but it’s implied that they hang out and drink wine every so often and i can imagine that SO it’s my favorite semi-canon scene lmao

* Otherwise I love their first meet-up it’s so cute, little horrible driver JuJu and ConfusedYetCaring V :’)

🌔 do they like wearing each other’s clothes ? who’s usually the one wearing the other’s clothes ?

* nah, neither of them sees the appeal for it-or rather....

* V would love to see Jumin in his clothes, but the idea of bringing it up to him is so embarassing he can’t bring himself to do so lmao

* They’re rich kids who have suits tailored to their exact measurements-unless it’s casual clothes they wouldn’t really wear one another’s outfits lmao

🔆 do they see themselves together for the long run ? like , getting married , starting a family , and all that jazz ?

* YES. Neither of them talks about it, worried of how to bring it up but...absoloutely. V wants the whole packet, whilst Jumin...well, he wants love, and a family of his own, and V is so so down for that (plus they’d be such good dads???)

💛 what’s your favourite aspects of their relationship dynamics ?

* I LOVE how much they care about one another, and how they  know one another so well-plus I’m SUCH a sucker for the friends-to-lovers dynamic just. Fluff fluff and more fluff. I love it!!!

 🌦 i know this one sucks to answer , but least favourite thing about each other?

* Lmao for Jumin it’s absoloutely how secretive V gets to ‘protect him’-he HATES it, for him trust is everything, and hiding things=mistrust, and that’s that.

* For V, it’s how absoloute Jumin can be on certain topics, how he leaves little room for arguement-for Jumin, many topics are only black&white, no gray zone, whilst Jihyun can find the gray zone in most things, so that really furstrates him.

🍍 which one surprises the other with more gifts ? what kind of gifts are most common ?

* They’re both RICH AF, they’d one up one another with gifts all the time, like birds trying to impress a ladybird with fancy nests djdjdjdj

* Not really, but they love giving gifts to one another-V buys a lot of things for Elly since he knows Jumin adores her, and he makes a lot of paintings for Jumin <3 

*Jumin loves buying art supplies for V, and accessories, since he likes wearing necklaces and bracelets! He wants the best for his boo <3 

🌻 what does each of their families think about their partner ?

* Mmm...tricky topic. V’s dad...well he has no opinion since he has such little interaction with V. He’s shocked at first, but he has no say in their relationship, so his opinion is nonexistent lmao

* As for Jumin’s dad, he was shocked at first-he might’ve even tried to deterr them over their relationship, but eventually he gave in, realized his son is happy, and approves of them! He’s a little confused but he got the spirit pretty much lmao

✨ have each partner describe their favourite thing about the other ! is it a physical feature or a mannerism , or something else ?

Oo let’s do that as them talking about each other hahah~

Jumin: “What I like the most about Jihyun? Is this something one should answer when dating? I see...well...I suppose my favorite thing about him would be his stubborness. Yes, of course I understand how contradicting that may be-but his headstrong attitude, how he does his best at anything he does-I greatly appreciate and adore that. *cue small smile here*”

V: “What’s my favorite thing about Jumin? Hmmm...how can I choose? His small smile, reserved just for me, or his dark piercing eyes, how he calculates each situation, but hides more emotion than any one person could ever see...no, I don’t think I can choose *laughs* I’m sorry”

🍻 what would be a typical date night for them ?

* They’re both suckers for a classic dinner-wine-then back home thing ;) Only for them it’s like, one step above us foolish mortals, we’re talking the fancy resturaunts and hecking expensive wine

* Every so often though they go on roadtrips, per Jihyun’s request, and they kinda are their favorite kinds of dates, away from everyone and anything else hehe <3

💫 which one secretly looks at the other like they put the stars in the sky when the other isn’t looking ?

* JUMIN!!! 

* He doesn’t know V catches him staring way more often than he thinks but, it gets V so flustered he doesn’t ever bring it up hehe~

🌟 what’s their favourite moment together ?

* The moment they confessed to one another-it was so natural, they both loved it. They’d been sitting at the balcony at Jihyun’s apartment, the sun slowly falling, they’d been standing shoulder-to-shoudler, Jihyun putting out a cigarette when he turned and saw Jumin staring. 

* He simply smiled, leaned closer, and let Jumin kiss him-and that was that. Nothing fancy, nothing extra-just them, together, like they should be-how they’ve always been <3

******

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