#Lyra LOVES snow

[tragicotps]

[the-flower-named-fire]

Specific Trope of the Day

The Secret Child

You are hidding with who? By who? From who? With who?

From parents or by parents? By the other side of family? From the other parent? From a enemy? From a specific person? From their own family/faction? From the heroes?

Are they even aware you are alive or exist? Maybe they did, but decided to leave you alone?

What happened?

Kidnapped at Birth/Childhood? Lost? Unknown? Hidden? A Forbidden Love Child? Untold Pregnancy? Hybrid Child? Just a powerful person having a hidden child (and spouse?) nobody knows about, either he/she left them or visit them in a safe place? Child of a posmortum or missing character?

Their Role?

The Trump Card? Revenge Seeker? Throne Rival? Sole Survivor? Tragic Villain? Long Lost Bloodline? Heritage Denial? Long Lost Siblings Reunion? Long Lost Child?

Lost Missing Children from that survived the accident while their parents don't like Danny Rand (Marvel) or Koko (Pokemon)?

[book--brackets]

Summaries under the cut

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will be busier still.

By her brother's graveside, Liesel's life is changed when she picks up a single object, partially hidden in the snow. It is The Gravedigger's Handbook, left behind there by accident, and it is her first act of book thievery. So begins a love affair with books and words, as Liesel, with the help of her accordian-playing foster father, learns to read. Soon she is stealing books from Nazi book-burnings, the mayor's wife's library, wherever there are books to be found.

But these are dangerous times. When Liesel's foster family hides a Jew in their basement, Liesel's world is both opened up, and closed down.

The Giver by Lois Lowry

At the age of twelve, Jonas, a young boy from a seemingly utopian, futuristic world, is singled out to receive special training from The Giver, who alone holds the memories of the true joys and pain of life.

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Here are talented tomboy and author-to-be Jo, tragically frail Beth, beautiful Meg, and romantic, spoiled Amy, united in their devotion to each other and their struggles to survive in New England during the Civil War.

Charlotte's Web by E. B. White

Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte's Web, high up in Zuckerman's barn. Charlotte's spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur's life when he was born the runt of his litter.

The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini

When Eragon finds a polished blue stone in the forest, he thinks it is the lucky discovery of a poor farm boy; perhaps it will buy his family meat for the winter. But when the stone brings a dragon hatchling, Eragon soon realizes he has stumbled upon a legacy nearly as old as the Empire itself.

Overnight his simple life is shattered, and he is thrust into a perilous new world of destiny, magic, and power. With only an ancient sword and the advice of an old storyteller for guidance, Eragon and the fledgling dragon must navigate the dangerous terrain and dark enemies of an Empire ruled by a king whose evil knows no bounds.

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

Lyra is rushing to the cold, far North, where witch clans and armored bears rule. North, where the Gobblers take the children they steal--including her friend Roger. North, where her fearsome uncle Asriel is trying to build a bridge to a parallel world.

Can one small girl make a difference in such great and terrible endeavors? This is Lyra: a savage, a schemer, a liar, and as fierce and true a champion as Roger or Asriel could want--but what Lyra doesn't know is that to help one of them will be to betray the other.

The Maze Runner by James Dashner

If you ain’t scared, you ain’t human.

When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his name. He’s surrounded by strangers—boys whose memories are also gone.

Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade.

Outside the towering stone walls that surround the Glade is a limitless, ever-changing maze. It’s the only way out—and no one’s ever made it through alive.

Everything is going to change.

Then a girl arrives. The first girl ever. And the message she delivers is terrifying.

Remember. Survive. Run.

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

You'll meet a boy who turns into a TV set, and a girl who eats a whale. The Unicorn and the Bloath live there, and so does Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who will not take the garbage out. It is a place where you wash your shadow and plant diamond gardens, a place where shoes fly, sisters are auctioned off, and crocodiles go to the dentist.

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of very curious photographs. It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience. As our story opens, a horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow-impossible though it seems-they may still be alive.

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Mary Lennox, a spoiled, ill-tempered, and unhealthy child, comes to live with her reclusive uncle in Misselthwaite Manor on England’s Yorkshire moors after the death of her parents. There she meets a hearty housekeeper and her spirited brother, a dour gardener, a cheerful robin, and her wilful, hysterical, and sickly cousin, Master Colin, whose wails she hears echoing through the house at night.

With the help of the robin, Mary finds the door to a secret garden, neglected and hidden for years. When she decides to restore the garden in secret, the story becomes a charming journey into the places of the heart, where faith restores health, flowers refresh the spirit, and the magic of the garden, coming to life anew, brings health to Colin and happiness to Mary.

[the-name-stealer]

hello!!! Intro time!!!

Hi!!! Call me anything.

I steal names!

If you want your names removed, reblog/send ask/ privately message me! I answer anons so it’s hard to sort through who is okay with it.

Give me your name. Or someone else’s. I’m not picky.

names I’ve stolen: (will tag if they have blogs+who gave it to me if it was someone else)

Noah 1

bugg 2

Oakley :3

Rebekah (from @biggesthuskersimp589)4

Willow (^^)5

Lewis (^^^)6

Olivia(^^^^)7

all of @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan nicknames! 8

Samah! ( @that-0ne-sam)9

Bill Cipher! ( @billcipher-rpblog)10

Maryland! ( @maryland-officially)11

Hawaii! ( @hawaii-official)12

Lep! ( @leprechaun-stealerofgold)13

Squeaky! ( @postalignments)14

James! ( @more-trans-beans) 15

Pyramid Steve! (From @billcipher-rpblog, taken from @i-amsteve)16

Khriz! (From @the-lunacy-system taken from @khrizantema9869)17

Kaitlyn! ( @literal-trans-beans)18

buck! (By @17ghostsinatrenchcoat)19

Alivia! (^^)20

Cataclysm, Nibiru, Roav, 7-3, Ælr, nobaru! ( @planet-of-cataclysm)26

Holden! ( @hadoom) 27

quinn, ruin, yuri, and nikolai! ( @throat0fdelusion)31

penny, Margret, Samantha, Emu, and Warren! ( @pennyroyald)36

silver & milky! ( @official-milky-way)38

anon (anon) 39

PSR J0437-4715 & 1rxs. ( @1rxs-offical) 41

Rian (taken permanently from @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan) 42

neon! ( @neoninglitchen) 43

Katelyn ( @katiewolf) 44

banana, mango, grape, orange, melon, and lemon ( @fruit-tree-system) 50

Monaco ( @officially-monaco)51

peachy ( @importantpeachfury) 52

Colorado ( @colorado-real)53

Oregon ( @oregon-officially)54

North Carolina ( @the-fr-north-carolina-totally)55

Michigan ( @michagan-the-state)56

Violet ( @violetthediamondsblog)57

Vitreous ( @vitreous-official)58

faye! ( @f4y3w00d5)59

Misa! ( @minimuppetmisa)60

nɒʜɈƎ/γnnɒɔƧ ( @₴₵₳₦₦Ɏ₴-฿₳₵₭) 62

Liechtenstein ( @offical-liechtenstein)63

Jalapeño ( @floatingcamel23)64

Logan (permanently taken from @pennyroyald) 65

Rachel Roth ( @half-a-goat)66

Dubois (anon) 67

unknown entity of darkness ( @unknown-entity-tm) 68

Rose/Róża, Minty, Kali, Noodle, & Thing. ( from @blog-of-some-dummies given by @pennyroyald) 73

In-n-out burger ( @in-n-out-burger-official) 74

Diafain (anon) 75

🐍💍 (anon) 76

Tori Simons (anon)77

Felhair de Ziaman ( @pennyroyald) 78

Britain ( @real-british-empire) 79

Carl Fredrick Wilhelm Johannes Maximillian Napoleon Zeus von Neumann the Amazing the Great the Protector of Domestic Tranquillity, ForMemRS. (Anon) 80

Zero ( @z3r0th3h3r0) 81

Tereza (permanently taken from anon) 82

marsh,syll,silk , mallow, mochi, pastel, lucid, Celes, Limetta, maria, Felix, theo, Axel, alex, aqua, nova, aster, caelus, Doku, Aurous, ann, lucas, luca, lucean, jack, phi, ray, peace, alba, chaos, tart, cake, Led, Charlie, Lamba, Xeno! (Anon) 118

Snow ( @sn0w-o) 119

Fiona, Talia, Mable, Boa, Egg, Clise, Pancake, Hypnos, Elysia, Seraphina, Agnes, Marceline, Claire, Noelle, butterscotch, frigg, soup, strawberry, marsia, beate, makoto, sock, bug, Florian, bea, Rosalina, marinella, Finka, nada, Yuri, sky, Olivia, fischl, cinnamon, amity, Ada, Lenora, Aida, Romy, Lys, Eliana, Cherie, océane, Esther, marcille, Astrid, Clara, Lacey, flowers, natsuki, sayori, Petra, Aphrodite, hatsune, crimson, viola, Jenny, juniper, Annie, marie,Tina, kanaya, Callie, Bonnie, Velma, Phoebe, Sabrina, Tori, Natalie, Kim, love, Corey, Courtney, misty, Yasmin, Laika, Tabitha, primrose, Beatrice, circe, johnette, temmie, gumi, himiko, Anne, nessa, Sonia, akane, Diane, Miku, merlin, adagia, miyu, aradia, Illya, azure, maya, Mira, marina, Andromeda, Alya, Stella, celestia, Celeste, nova, Lyra, hope, April, pearl, amber, violet, Kirra, clover, iris, calliope, blossom, Millie, tulip, Bibi, amy, Reyna, ambrosia, page, Leah, Charlie, Lilith, ellsee, maki, edeustus, ellie, Samantha, Amelia, Tiffany, Alyssa, Luna, caoimhe, Judith, Natalie, kumatora, aurelie, Kate, moon, nerisse, serenity, Lara, Sarina, Vanessa, Monica, cherry, Helena, Sophia, tiki, luzia, Laura, Juliette, aurora, corrin, annette, Hilda, madalena, Anna, ivy, Cynthia, byleth, caeda, Alexandrea, chell, Maria, mia, Katie, Veronica, Susie, comet, Jessica, eve, Eva, vivisection, heather, Donna, winona, guinivere, Roxanne, Lillian, Octavia, étolie, Marnie, Gaia, daisy, desura, amnesia, sunny, clementine, bocchi, Cara, Agatha, Evelyn, angèle, Louisa, Camila, roseline, louane, Averie, Melina, Lena, minthe, Emma, acorn, Cassandra, bread, willow, raven, kali, Sappho, harmony, mango, Hellan, Katelyn, aria, Elyse, Marnie, blanche, frasie, Freya, Charlotte, amandine,  Vivian, Sylvia, Sarah, Jane, Ashley, Mongolia, Alice, Sydney, pikachu, Michelle, Gowan, Madeline, Ellen, Marissa, Lana, Lilly, Ella, rose, may, Ramona, melody. ( @bitch-with-some-4000-names) 363

Tera , elfilin , carol, taranza ( @tmhj) 367)

ash ( @i-give-worms) 368

Jayne bishop ( @thegreatgeodo) 369

Josie & Scarlett ( @knight-real) 371

sir A. Goetia. ( @pennyroyald) 372

swiper ( @mronion) 373

grammarly ( @unofficially-grammarly) 374

Walmart ( @walmart-the-official)375

Whataburger ( @whataburger-possibly-official) 376

Vemödalen ( @no-such-thing-as-originality) 377

Sydney (Anon) 378

roselyn (anon) 379

Saioa (anon) 380

hygiea 10 ( @hygiea-official)381

Alex, Allen, Asher, Caelus, Calxe, Dalisay, Ennui, Fae, Joy, Kai, Li, Liit, Loe, Mia, Nemo, Nihil, Noël, Oakley, Pelex, Sasha, Somnus, Tama, Ramasses, Rin, Rowan, Willow, Zephyr, Zora ( @joyliit) 401

Alexandria (taken permanently from ^^)402

James/jamie and Martin/marty ( @throat0fdelusion) 404

Caesar & Charlie ( @caesars-crazed-ramblings) 406

Cosmo or Nyx! ( @spacecatdraws) 408

Africa ( @pennyroyald) 409

choccy milk, shortcake, cakepop, mossy ( @analog-autistic) 413

Michael (anon)414

Sally (anon) 415

blue (anon)416

William Shakespeare (<-never heard of the guy/j) ( @shakespeare-official-account) 417

Haejin Min ( @the-name-gifter) 418

fae ( @the-name-asker) 419

vee ( @urlocaldisaster) 420 (hehe)

Dr. Graves ( @the-gimmick-scp-researcher) 421

Zeus (anon) 422

Copi-Copi, Elemento, Adjetivo, Mente en Blanco, Chaucha, Yo Soy, Calugoso, Duquesa, Reina, Coliforme, Tepo-Tepo, Yo no Fui, Fierro Malo, Palmerita, Neumatex, Cortachurro, Etcétera, Maletín, Duque, Guasón, Jefe, Moneda, Cucky, Pelusa, Tía, Legui, Reality, Chester, Chu, Ro, Playita, Palmera, Señor, Re Frito, Pescado, Chamuyo, Calendario, James Bond, Rata, Cabeza de Chaya, Neumático, Repetido, Añico, Rucia, Gonzo, Chino, Cortéz, Albertito, Also, Cabecita, Bigote and Mutante (anon)

jaiden and blook ( @blookdoeswhatever, @jaidentheautisticwurm) 424

jaya (anon)425

425

6/50 states

Items:

frog

worms x3

an Olive Garden I guess???

(Ooc: ^^the blog persona)

(Ooc: the blog persona (not mod) is pansexual, pangender, and demisexual! They like sewing and stealing names.)

(if you see me put your name on my main no you didn’t

my main is @buggz-owlz)

names that are given to us will be under #name giver

and names we steal will be under #name stealer

all asks will be under #name stealer questions

colors are just random colors we associate with the name given.

that’s all for now! Bye!

[queercontrarian]

Eris Week OC Project Masterlist

I wanted to do something community-focused for Eris Week 2024 so I drew a collection of drawings of original characters shipped with Eris for @erisweekofficial.

Original Project Announcement

This is my full masterlist for this project, which I am posting for the last day of Eris Week 2024, Free Day.

dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

These are our beautiful contestants seeking to become the next Lady/Lord Consort of Autumn:

From left to right:

@secret-third-thing's Gianna of Montesere

@sarawritestories's Estella

@klaus1387's Ashley

@fieldofdaisiies's Ada

@jon-snows-man-bun's Aisling

@zenkindoflove 's Alexius

@climbthemountain2020's Matilda

@separatist-apologist's Arina

@lucienarcheron's Iris

@nocasdatsgay's Celeste

@afandomangel's Lyra Castellan

Click the links to find out more about each OC and consider showing the fics and authors they were created for and by some love!

Happy Eris Week! Remember, every week can be Eris Week if you want it to be!

[kanekoii]

luxiem + confessing their love!

lyra’s notes -> yes i have a different banner for luxiem posts what about it

pairing -> luxiem x gn! reader (separate)

genre -> scenario, fluff

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> not established relationship, lowercase intended

IKE EVELAND •

he tries to make it romantic and special, since he sees a confession of love to be something not only intimate but something that doesn’t happen all too often. maybe it’s on a cold and rainy day, sharing an umbrella that ike decides he’s done waiting and keeping these feelings in the back of his head. it would be best written in a letter, he decided. of course, it’s old fashioned, but the novelist is naturally inclined to express his feelings in a letter. it would be folded with the most skilled of hands, left on your desk to be read when you had the time. the letter would be written beautifully with elegant and gentle handwriting, signed at the bottom with his beautiful cursive signature and a blue heart next to it.

LUCA KANESHIRO •

the mafia boss also tries to be classy about it despite his rough nature. it would likely be on a cool autumn day, the kind of day where the cold wind is harsh, feeling as if it’s biting your very skin. luca would give you his large jacket, brushing it off as him not wanting you to get cold. though, the more you pried, the more he told you. much unlike his usual, more secretive self, luca told you everything that day amongst the falling leaves tinted with warm colors. amidst the cold gusts of wind contrasting the warmly colored falling leaves was a shared confession of love and commitment. a whisper to one another meant only for the other to hear, a confession so intimately romantic and deeply personal that it felt it had to be hidden from the world.

MYSTA RIAS •

mysta chooses to be more playful with his confession. his love for you is a sacred thing, but why would he be so insanely serious about something that makes him happy? it would be the middle of spring on a warm day, the detective would take you on a small picnic. butterflies fluttered delicately around the both of you, gliding along the warm air. it was the kind of warm that’s just perfectly comfortable enough and leaves one feeling drowsy and longing for a nap with a loved one. mysta, in this case, was said loved one. when you rested your head on the detective’s shoulder, he couldn’t be happier. his gentle confession of love was whispered so as to not wake you. little did he know, you were listening the whole time. a gentle kiss on his cheek was your response to his hushed, half asleep confession.

VOX AKUMA •

this confession would happen in the middle of winter. the demon was trying his best to take care of you and keep you warm, but all you wanted to do was play in the snow. he eventually folded and went out into the cold with you to play with the fresh, powdery snow. the way you looked up at him, hair dusted with flecks of snow and ice, nose turned a blush color (if that applies to your skin tone, if not then ignore that), eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement. the confession that followed wasn’t remotely planned or even really intended, but vox just couldn’t resist telling you how much he loved you right then and there. in the powdery snow and bitterly cold air were you and vox, laughing and giving affirmations of love.

SHU YAMINO •

the sorcerer is by far the most nervous one of the group. he doesn’t exactly think he’s very cool or anything of the sort, so the fear of being rejected by you loomed over him until the last moment. it would be a warm summer night, one of those nights where there’s some sort of excitement in the very air around you, even inexplicably so. you would be looking at the stars with him, telling stories, joking, anything to channel the energy in the atmosphere. it would be a few moments after you fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. shu’s hand would find its way to yours, holding it softly with such care it was almost as if you were but an illusion that could disappear if he got too close. his confession would be a sleepy one, staring out at the stars. he’d gift you every star in the universe if he only could. you never let go of his hand that night.

[jimmyjims]

Day 2: Forbidden

Zelink Week 2023 ~ @zelinkcommunity

Sketch & lettering by @thismousedraws

Lines & flats by @jimmyjims

In the castle library, Zelda was browsing for a book to read for her enjoyment in the midst of her studies. Lyra, the energetic librarian who happened to be Zelda’s best friend, helped her in her search with a book already in mind. During the expansive search, Lyra finally spotted the red binding of the book that could change Zelda’s fate.

“Oooh this book was wonderful!” Lyra suggested with exaggerated enthusiasm. Zelda turned around quickly and grabbed the book from her hands.

“The Lord’s Mistress?” Zelda read, her curiosity coating her tone.

“This book is about the forbidden love between a lord and a farm girl,” Lyra explained.” I read this not too long ago. Their romance made me swoon for sure!”

“Why are you showing me this?” Zelda chuckled. Sure, she loved to read romance novels, but Lyra seemed a bit too enthusiastic about this particular book.

“I just think you will enjoy it,” Lyra lied, shrugging. “It’s not the first you’ve heard of forbidden love, so why not enjoy this one?”

Zelda pursed her lips in concentration as she read the first page of the novel. The story was written from the point of view of the lord, so she felt a sort of connection with him. This would prove to be interesting, she knew. A forbidden love…

“I will read it,” Zelda decided, closing the book. “I will let you know how I like it.”

Lyra gave her a wide smile and nodded. “You will not regret it.”

Raising an eyebrow at her friend, Zelda waved goodbye and headed to her quarters. She was acting very strangely, Zelda noted. Did she know something she did not? Shrugging it off, Zelda opened the book and read as she walked. After the first few chapters, she became enamored with the dynamic between the lord and the farm girl. She did not notice those who walked past her and greeted; her eyes stayed on the pages, and her mind racing with her imagination blocked her away from reality. 

Once in her bedroom, Zelda sat in the chair next to her bed and continued reading. For a moment, she wondered what Leon was doing but then remembered that he was helping prepare for the winter season. Satisfied with her memory, she kept reading until she came upon a scene where it was winter and the snow had made the farm girl sick. The lord noticed this and decided to bring her to his estate to receive the best medical attention—and to be beside her as her health returned to normal. Very romantic, Zelda agreed. The next scene caught the most of her attention. When the farm girl finally awoke, the lord helped her walk to the window to watch as the snow fell from the sky. Awed, the farm girl thanked the lord for his hospitality and for showing her that there is beauty within the most harsh season of the year. When she thanked him, the lord noticed that her pupils were dilated as she looked at him. A sign of love, he knew. Upon reading this, Zelda became more self-conscious about the way she looked at Leon. Did her pupils dilate when talking to him? If they did, Leon did not seem to notice nor mind. It was a bit disappointing for Zelda to think about this, but she wanted to be certain. She would devise a plan to instigate a reaction from Leon. There was a risk in executing this, Zelda knew. She would either ruin their friendship or she would create a new beginning.

~~~

Snow glittered the castle grounds, a sight that excited Zelda. She always looked forward to the cold winter days in which she could stay indoors and enjoy the comfort of the fireplace, but she was more excited at the thought of seeing Leon’s face when he saw his first snowfall—and the thought of finally being able to execute her plan. Rushing out of bed with a wide smile, Zelda tied her hair with a green bow and checked herself in the mirror. Her face was glowing with excitement and her cheeks were slightly reddened. She hoped her appearance would not give her intentions away, but she came up with the excuse of being excited for the first snow of the season. Satisfied, the Princess made her way to the door to Leon’s room and knocked. She allowed a few moments of silence before she started to make her way in.

She peeked inside with butterflies in her stomach as she slowly opened the door. Leon was still asleep, thankfully. She knew he wouldn’t wake up so early, but she began to grow a bit weary that he would not be so happy to be woken up at such an hour. Regardless, Zelda was too excited not to give him a glimpse of the snow that was piling up nicely outdoors. When she stood over him, she gave him a few taps on his shoulder.

“Good morning!” she greeted him. No response. Laughing to herself, she shook his arm.

“Good morning!”

Still nothing.

“Leon,” she called with a little more urgency. The sleepy knight shifted slightly, but he remained asleep. Rolling her eyes, she hovered over his ear and shook him as she called his name again.

“Leon, Leon, Leon!” Zelda yelled until he finally opened his eyes and rolled to the other side of the bed, putting himself into a defensive stance. When he realized there was no imminent threat, he lowered his defenses and gave Zelda a questioning look. Tradi flew out from behind him, ready to speak for him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” Zelda said, putting her hands up defensively. “I know it’s a bit early, but I wanted to show you something.” Leon raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tradi, sharing a look of confusion. Zelda smiled nervously and pointed to the windows. With a slight hesitance, Leon looked over his shoulder and gasped. The windows were covered in intricate snowflakes and the sun was beginning to give the sky a nice gradient. Zelda followed behind him to the windows and they watched the sunrise together.

“Do you want to touch it?” she asked, pointing at the pile of snow on the balcony. Leon looked at her with bright eyes and through the window again, then nodded. They opened the window doors together and immediately regretted their decision.

“Maybe we should have covered ourselves up first,” Zelda chuckled through her shivers. Leon nodded and went to grab his cloak. Zelda turned to go grab her own warm garment but, before she could, Leon placed his cloak on her and smiled. Her heart began to race and she held tightly onto the red cloak.

“Oh! Thank you,” she muttered. “What about you?” Leon gave her a small chuckle and placed a hand on her shoulder as he walked past. His warm hand caused her heart to throb. Maybe he did not need protection from the cold; he was already warm himself. Leon stood before the snow and inspected it. It shone against the rising sun in many colors, its glitter reflecting in his eyes. Zelda watched with a tender smile as he kneeled down and touched the frozen bits of water with his fingers. He laughed in satisfaction and pushed his hand into the snow, creating a handprint. Zelda chuckled and placed her hand into the snow next to his handprint. Leon smiled, his lips parted enough to show some of his teeth, sending Zelda into an internal frenzy. She had to stay focused if she was to pull this off, she had spent weeks making sure she was prepared to pull through with her plan. She began to doubt it and thought herself to be silly for trying so hard to prove the smallest thing for her own desire. Was she really apt in seeking love from her own knight? Was this love not forbidden?

Then, it finally struck. Zelda finally understood why Lyra had recommended The Lord’s Mistress to her. The forbidden love between a lord and a farm girl, Lyra had told her. Zelda felt her cheeks become too warm to bear and quickly covered her face with her hands. Leon turned his attention to the flustered Princess and furrowed his brow.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, Tradi floating next to him as he moved his hands. Zelda feigned a heavy shiver and laughed nervously.

“Do not worry! I just got a bit too cold,” she lied. Leon’s mouth twisted with worry and he scooted closer to her. Sensing her body warming more, and not from Leon’s body warmth, Zelda quickly stood and faced the sun. She heard a small noise escape Leon’s mouth as he also stood, his perplexion feeding Zelda’s anxiety. She took a few deep breaths before she tugged at Leon’s cloak and gathered her courage to follow her plan. She was ready.

Touching her chin with her index finger, Zelda looked off to the horizon with a thoughtful smile. Rubbing the nape of his neck in confusion, Leon followed her gaze, his lips pressed together. Taking one last deep breath, Zelda spoke.

“I read in a book once, that your eyes dilate when you look at the person you love,” she said in the soft, careful voice she had practiced. “I thought that was cute.”

Leon’s head turned quickly and he stared at her in surprise. Zelda glanced at him and made eye contact, her heart stammering.

“What?” she asked in a playful tone as she took in his baffled expression. She first noticed his eyes. His pupils were dilated, almost leaving no room for his blue-gray irises. Then, she saw his face burning redder by the second and his lips parting in shock. This was not the reaction she expected, but what did she expect? Unable to take it anymore, she forced herself to break their eye contact and instead focused on the sun that had finally made its way above the horizon line.

“N-nevermind that,” Zelda stammered. Blowing into her hands to warm them, she avoided Leon’s gaze and tried to regain her focus. Her plan had worked, much better than anticipated. She was sure her pupils had also dilated, so what now? She had taken a huge risk with such a small action. Zelda hoped it was worth it. Ever since Leon was no longer in a relationship, she had started to realize her feelings for him more. She felt guilty for feeling this way, and more so now that she knew their love to be forbidden. 

According to what? Lyra had asked her once after Zelda expressed her uneasiness. According to common sense, Zelda had replied after taking a moment to think. Lyra scoffed and shook her head in disagreement as she crossed her arms. It is not the first time this has happened, Zelda. Why do you think Hylia cares for her Hero so much? Lyra retorted. Zelda thought for a moment as Lyra’s question came back to her. Lyra tried to reassure her of this before her plan had been made. Maybe she was right, Zelda thought. Maybe she had a chance to prove that there was nothing forbidden about the Princess’ love for her knight. 

Finding her new resolve, Zelda broke away from her thoughts and finally looked back to Leon. He still had panic written on his face, but he looked at her with certainty.

“Can I hold your hand?” Zelda asked confidently. “My hands are very cold.”

This morning, Zelda was identifying new shades of red. The shy knight covered his face,  flustered, his tinted ears drooping. Zelda laughed at his embarrassment and patted his back.

“No worries, I can just keep my hands inside your cloak-“

 She was interrupted by his quick movements. He was still turned away from her, but he held her hand firmly. His warmth ran through her arm and warmed her heart, causing it to pulse in a new rhythm. Zelda smiled fondly and squeezed his hand in reassurance. She began to feel bad for frightening the poor man, but she also felt proud of herself for having the courage to do what she thought she never would. The last bit of courage she had left was used to intertwine her fingers with his. Leon did not pull away. 

Their shared fate was becoming more apparent to Zelda. With their hands clasped together, they began to forge what the princesses and heroes had done in the past, abolishing what is forbidden.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

‘she’s gonna save me, call me "baby", run her hands through my hair, she’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet she wouldn't care’

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reader. writer. actress. pianist. dancer. singer. hopeless romantic.

heyy, i’m bella ᡣ𐭩

work too much. think too deep. dream too big. cry too soon. love too hard.

about me: I love to read and write, it’s literally become a personality trait . this is my first writing blog ever so I’m open to criticism and pointers on how to make my work better 🤍🤍 she/her, minor, 21+ DNI

my fictional idols: avery kylie grambs, rory gilmore, jo march, katniss everdeen, juliette ferrars, mare barrow, annabeth chase, savannah grayson, paedyn gray, gigi grayson, tris prior, lyra kane, nazeera ibrahim, libby grambs, beth march, lorelai gilmore, thalia grace, meg march, emmaline sommers, hermione granger, amy march, lucy gray, adena, luna lovegood, reyna ramírez-arellano, anne shirley-cuthbert (is the shortened list)

my husbands: grayson hawthorne, kai azer, aaron warner, jameson hawthorne, kenji kishimoto, kitt azer, nash hawthorne, xander hawthorne, florian beck, laurie, percy jackson, makoto khitan, finnick odair, tobias eaton, peeta mellark, coriolanus snow, jason grace, gilbert blythe (just to name a few)

music: tom odell, hozier, arctic monkeys, the lumineers, hamilton, standing at the sky’s edge, månoskin, twenty one pilots, x-ambassadors, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, marina, florence + the machine, harry styles, sia, taylor swift & moreeee

currently reading: king’s crown

note: music, rain, cinnamon rolls, dance, gilmore girls, piano, iced tea and fiction are my therapy <3

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- the inheritance games

- powerless

- shatter me

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Red General Head Canons:

(A/N: Felt like posting more of my pokemon head canons. So here's mine of the OG character ^^)

Red is a male with he/him pronouns. I also head canon him as Bisexual. Is 18 by Sun and Moon.

Is practically immune to temperature. Whether it be the cold of Mt. Silver, or the hot summers of Alola. His pokemon are immune to the cold as well (well, Lapras is obviously immune).

Pikachu is always by his side. Rarely ever is it in its pokeball.

Is selectively mute. Prefers to only speak if it's absolutely necessary! Only his mom, Green, and his pokemon have heard his voice. His voice is quiet and soft spoken.

Dislikes crowded places and prefers quiet areas. Mostly because of fans and paparazzi.

Loves his pokemon with all his heart! Will 100% spoil them at a given opportunity.

He finds no need to speak when in battle. His pokemon just know what he plans. All through their strong bond.

Has a bit of a poker face, can be a bit hard to read. Though you can tell what he's feeling through subtle gestures. Like a faint smile when he's happy/excited. Or when he pulls his cap over his eyes, meaning he's scared.

Is autistic and is bad at trying to communicate. He'll try to make gestures about what he wants to say. But if they don't understand, he gives up and writes it on a piece of paper.

Carries a notebook and pencil to help with communication.

His friend group is pretty small. Only including Green, Leaf, Gold, Lance, and Lyra. But he's the closest to Green.

Has only left Mt. Silver for his birthday, his mom's birthday, Mother's day, Christmas, and Green's birthday.

Loves his mom very much. Will spend the day with her doing what she wanted to make up for the time he was away.

He misses exploring so was actually really excited when he and Green were invited to Alola.

Afterwards, will probably ask Green to take him to other regions. Even begged him if he had to. It was like he was ten years old again. Excited to see the world.

Gets along with the other members at the Battle Tree. Admires Cynthia's strength, and feels a brotherly bond with Wally (will 100% buy him some candy if he's upset). Is also curious about Elio and Selene. Especially since they tend to zone out a lot.

Thinks that Alolan Raichu is adorable and would love to hug one.

Having isolated himself from the world for 8 years, he is baffled and amazed by Mega Evolution and Z-Moves.

If he ever visited Galar, would 100% have a Gigantamax Pikachu.

He would also love how sparkly his pokemon will be when Terastallized, if he visits Paldea. His favorite would probably be the Tera Ice or Fairy crystals.

Would battle Green with these new ways of battling for both a challenge and fun. He would prefer normal battles over all, but Terastal would be a close second.

His Pikachu sees Green's Eevee as its rival. They would constantly try to outdo each other much to the amusement of their trainers.

Loves to sleep alongside his pokemon. Especially with his Charizard, Snorlax, and Pikachu.

Has thoroughly come up with proper care plans for each of his pokemon. What their preferred tastes are, how to massage them, and proper cleaning and grooming

Really loves it when it snows or rains. Finds it very relaxing.

He also really loves hats. Definitely doesn't have 30 of them.

Likes sour and spicy foods.

(A/N: Hope you liked my head canons for Red. I also have romantic head canons for him if you want to see that. Also feel free to request other pokemon characters if you wish ^^)

[livelaughwhump]

Worthless - Part 21

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Content: mention of past captivity, briefly implied past noncon, emotional breakdown, dissociation, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know

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Elliot stared blankly into the fire, watching the flames dance and crackle and reduce the wooden logs to ash. A warm towel, fresh out of the dryer, was wrapped around his shoulders and a fluffy pillow was positioned beneath him as he sat before the fireplace. Elliot could hear hot water filling the tub from the bathroom, but the sound was distant and muffled and Elliot didn't pay it much mind.

Despite being sat in front of the fire, Elliot was still shivering. His sopping wet clothes clung to his underweight body and the snow in his hair melted and dripped down his face. He could hear people talking all around him, but his mind was too fuzzy and muddled to listen. His eyelids were heavy and his body felt weak and useless.

Elliot's thoughts were stuck in a loop, replaying the events of the past few hours over and over, unending. The warmth of the towel began to disappear the longer it was wrapped around Elliot's half-frozen body, but he barely noticed. He was used to the cold.

Yvonne slowly kneeled down beside him, careful not to startle him. "Elliot, darling? Would you like some hot tea? It might warm you up."

Elliot slowly turned his head to face her, but he wasn't fully present, and Yvonne could tell.

Yvonne set the mug down in front of him and gave him a warm smile. "I'm making soup for dinner. That might help too, if you want some."

Elliot didn't respond. Instead, he turned his gaze back onto the fire, letting the damp towel slip from his shoulders.

Yvonne frowned. "Love, is there anything you wanna talk about? No one here is going to judge you for what happened, if anything did happen."

Elliot didn't move.

"Yvonne," Karine said. "Just give him some space. He's probably dealing with a lot right now."

Yvonne sighed and stood up, leaving the mug of tea in front of Elliot. She motioned Karine into the kitchen, where Landon and Colleen were sitting at the table. Colleen had her arm wrapped around her brother as he laid his head on her shoulder.

Yvonne glanced back at Elliot from the doorway before she turned to Karine and said, "He hasn't said a word since we got back, Kar. I'm just worried about him."

Colleen looked up at them from her seat at the table, but didn't offer any input.

Karine nodded. "We're all worried, Yve, but he was just kidnapped again. We don't know what that creep did to him."

"Broderick said he didn't have any injuries, except for a couple minor scrapes and bruises," Yvonne pointed out.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he wasn't hurt some—" Karine glanced in Colleen's direction and then lowered her voice. "—some other way."

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know, but what do you think I was trying to do? I just wanted to see if he'd open up a little. I wasn't trying to press him for details."

Karine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, Yvonne, let's wait to interrogate him until after he warms up, okay?"

Yvonne grimaced. "What is it with you and coming down on me whenever I try to help him? Do you think you and Lyra are the only ones who can help him? I practically raised four of my siblings. I think I know what I'm doing."

Karine started to massage her temples. "Yvonne, can we please save this conversation for another time? I have work to do."

"What kind of work is more important than helping Elliot?"

"Nothing is more important than helping Elliot!" Karine shouted. Yvonne's eyes went round as she took in the force behind Karine's words. Colleen and Landon now both fixed their gazes onto Karine. They could all recognize the fury in Karine's eyes after she returned from interrogating Elliot's attacker, but she'd clearly been trying to hold it in.

Karine took a deep breath to regain her composure. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to smother him. The poor kid's been through enough. Let's just let him work through this on his own time. Like I said, we don't know what that man did to him."

Yvonne nodded. "I understand, Kar, I do. But he went through so much and had to deal with all of it all by himself. He's not alone anymore, though. He shouldn't have to deal with this by himself."

Karine suddenly looked exhausted. She ran a hand through her long, greasy hair and sighed heavily. "Fine. Do what you think is best. Just please be gentle."

The corner of Yvonne's mouth turned up. "I'll do my best."

. . .

Once Elliot was bathed and dressed in warm, dry pajamas, he sat on the couch beside Yvonne as she read to him from one of the many books she owned. The moment he'd been dressed, he was handed a fresh cup of tea, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and sat on the couch in front of the fire. He didn't protest to any of it. He didn't have the strength, nor the energy, to do anything but let his body be moved and washed and dressed, like some kind of soulless doll.

Elliot could hardly pay attention to the words Yvonne was reading. His eyes remained trained on his cup of tea as he watched it slowly cool, not taking a single sip. The sun began to set, bathing the house in shadows. The fire helped to dry his damp hair and warm his frigid bones.

As Yvonne finished the chapter she was on, she looked up at him with concern in her eyes. "Did you enjoy that chapter, love?" His slow nod was almost robotic, like an involuntary response to a question he didn't even hear. Yvonne didn't know what to do. "Would you like me to read the next one?" Another robotic nod was all she got in response. Yvonne sighed, marking her spot in the book before closing it and setting it to the side. "Elliot, darling? Are you okay?"

She waited patiently for any kind of response, though she really didn't expect one. There was a glisten on his cheek, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. It was so brief that Yvonne wasn't even sure she had really seen it. Perhaps she was so desperate for any kind of response from him that her mind had started conjuring up its own.

Then, there was another one, and another. Yvonne tilted her head to get a better view of his face, and her heart dropped at the sight of the silent tears trickling steadily down his sunken cheeks. Her eyes widened as he slowly shook his head in response to her question. "Wh-Where's L-Lyra?" His soft, trembling voice asked.

"They're resting," Yvonne said. "They wanted to be here for you, but Karine wouldn't let them. They were exhausted and they wouldn't eat. They're okay, though. I promise."

Elliot choked on the sobs in his throat, a pathetic squeak coming out instead. "I-I'm so sorry." With those words, his walls completely broke down and tears burst from his ocean blue eyes, sobs erupting from his sore throat. He buried his face in his shaking hands, unable to quell the trembling of his muscles.

Yvonne scooted slightly closer to him, careful to still keep her distance. "Oh, darling. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong." Elliot continued to weep, his chest and shoulders heaving all the while. Yvonne wanted to hug him, but she couldn't bring herself to invade his space without his permission. He'd experienced enough of that in his lifetime and she wouldn't disrespect his boundaries.

The concerned faces of Landon, Colleen, and Karine appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. Karine looked about ready rip Yvonne apart, but Yvonne paid them no attention, her focus trained on the sobbing boy to her left.

"Elliot?" She said gently. "Do you need a hug?" Almost instantly, he lifted his face from between his hands and reached out for her. Yvonne quickly wrapped him in a strong, warm embrace. She carded her fingers through his hair and rocked him back and forth. "Shh," she cooed. "You're okay. You're safe now, you're home. I've got you, love. I've got you."

Yvonne glanced up at where Karine was staring at her from the kitchen. Her facial expression softened as she watched Elliot melt in Yvonne's arms.

Yvonne glanced at the forgotten mug of cold tea on the coffee table and mouthed to Karine, Please, heat up his tea.

Karine nodded and quietly drifted over to them. She stared at Elliot's back with grief in her eyes as she took his tea back to the kitchen.

Yvonne rubbed Elliot's back. "Darling? Do you wanna talk about anything? I'm here if you do." Elliot shook his head. "That's okay. I've got you. I won't let go until you say the word."

"I'm-I'm so s-sorry," he repeated, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

Yvonne gently shushed him. "It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for."

"B-But..."

"Shh, it's okay. No one here blames you for any of this. We don't know how that man got to you, but getting kidnapped again is not your fault."

Elliot lifted his tear-stained face from Yvonne's shoulder and looked at her with wide, bloodshot eyes. "I-I wasn't k-kidnapped."

Karine paused in the doorway with Elliot's tea in hand when she heard that. Yvonne motioned for her to set it on the coffee table as she said, "What do you mean, love?"

"I-I wasn't kidnapped," Elliot repeated. His face turned bright red and he averted his eyes as he said, "I-I r-ran away."

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A new worthless chapter that didn't take a million years to come out?! Shocking, I know.

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ough okay hi everyone i'm finally fucking posting callakirsch for lyra's 1k halloween event @blackclover-emc

interactions are welcome but don't feel pressured :3c

word count: 704 words

pairing: kirsch x oc (calla m. eucidot)

summary: calla and kirsch go to a halloween ball, and calla is nervous about it.

“For the last time, it’s not a costume party,” Calla said, getting out of the carriage. “There’s no need to dress like that, you know. You’re going to embarrass me in front of God and everyone at this god-damned ball.” 

“I look fabulous,” Kirsch said, delicately lifting his cloak as he followed his husband out into the snow. He was wearing a peacock themed mask, which would’ve been fine if he hadn’t themed the entire rest of his outfit around the bird. Calla took a deep breath in, and counted to ten, silently begging whatever God had informed his husband that it would be a good idea to dress like that would bless the rest of the party with that opinion. He tugged at his blue-green suit. The necktie had too much pattern. 

How the hell had Calla gotten roped into this?

It was a sort of crisp night, making the little magical lights outside the venue sparkle. Calla felt distinctly uncomfortable. He was nervous about noble venues, and the last time he’d been to one of these, it had been before Sherry was born, and he’d been too nervous with anticipation that someone would start talking or mention him, that he’d had no fun at all. 

Speaking of Sherry -

“Are you coming out, Sher?” Calla asked, and then his child stuck her head out of the carriage, grinning. Their copper-gold hair had been pulled into a low braid, threaded with peacock feathers and he had managed a very fancy suit-dress combination. 

“You look very nice,” he said, and kissed his child on the cheek. She giggled. “Very fancy.” 

“Thanks, Dad. Why are we dressed as peacocks again?” Sherry asked, and Kirsch lit up. 

“Well, I’m the squad captain,” Kirsch said. “We have to represent the Squad, of course!” 

“Dad was a Praying Mantis,” Sherry said. “Why don’t we dress like bugs?” 

“Hey, yeah,” Calla said. “Why didn't we dress as bugs? You wouldn't have had to dress up.” Kirsch gasped so loud that half the arrivals turned to look at them. 

Great start. Calla adjusted his bow tie. 

“I’m gonna go see if anyone cool’s in attendance,” Sherry said. “I’ll see you guys inside!” With that, they bustled off, lifting his skirts. Calla swallowed. 

“Are you nervous?” Kirsch whispered. 

“Now you gain emotional intelligence?” Calla whispered back. Kirsch sniffed and pulled his cape tighter around himself. “Well. None of my friends go here. It’s all a bunch of high society - and y’know, Sherry -”

“Sherry’s going to be fine,” Kirsch said, and offered an arm. Calla took it, clinging to his husband like a lifeline as they headed toward the venue. “And you’re with me, so you shouldn’t worry.” Kirsch tossed his hair. 

“God, right, I’m with you,” Calla bemoaned. “And you’re dressed like a bird. Nozel Silva is calling, he wants his aesthetic back.” 

“You are so cruel to me!” Kirsch gasped, and Calla laughed at the comical expression on his face. 

“You’ll survive my cruelty, y’know,” he said, and Kirsch huffed. 

“Nobles and royals are crossing the class divide more,” Kirsch said, and Calla bit his lip. “You’re not going to be out of place.” 

“I guess,” Calla said. “But y’know, I’m-” 

“You look like you fit in,” Kirsch said. “Because we match.” They did. Matching set. Plus, Calla loved teal and he didn't have to wear pink. “You’re going to do great. And if we make it through,” they made it to the top of the stairs, to the door. “We’ll go to one of the common realm’s parties next year.” 

“Deal,” Calla said, and leaned up for a kiss. Kirsch delivered, whipping a cocoon of blossoms around them - meant for privacy but just drawing more attention to the both of them. The gesture was nice. 

“Mr. and Mr. Vermillion?” the poor doorman said, and Kirsch dissolved the cocoon, holding out their invitations with his free hand. 

“Sorry about him,” Calla said. “It’s Kirsch-” Kirsch gasped again, and Calla squeezed his husband’s arm. 

“Our child’s inside,” he finished. 

“Welcome to the party,” the doorman said, and held open the door. Kirsch smiled at him, and Calla swallowed, took a deep breath, and smiled back. 

I’m going to have a good time.

[tragicotps]

"His hands, still clasping her head, tensed suddenly and drew her toward him in a passionate kiss. Lyra thought it seemed more like cruelty than love, and looked at their daemons, to see a strange sight: the snow leopard tense, crouching with her claws just pressing in the golden monkey's flesh, and the monkey relaxed, blissful, swooning on the snow."

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

MRS COULTER LAY IN LORD ASRIEL’S BED HEAVY WITH LONGING IT WAS SIMPLY THE SOUND OF LORD ASRIEL’S VOICE THAT SHE WANTED TO HEAR WE SHOULD HAVE MARRIED SHE SAID AND BROUGHT HER UP OURSELVES HE TOOK HER IN HIS ARMS AND THE GOLDEN MONKEY EMBRACED THE SNOW LEOPARD’S NECK AND BURIED HIS BLACK FACE IN HER FUR DUST IS BEAUTIFUL I NEVER KNEW HE KISSED HER SHE FELT AS SOFT AND LIGHT IN HIS ARMS AS SHE’D DONE WHEN LYRA WAS CONCEIVED THIRTEEN YEARS BEFORE BUT I LOVE LYRA WHERE DID THIS LOVE COME FROM I DON’T KNOW IT CAME TO ME LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT HE STROKED HER SHINING HAIR ALL SET ABOUT WITH GOLDEN DUST HE KISSED HER AND SAID CALL HIM NOW MARISA MY LOVE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK

This is dedicated to all the Masriel fans struggling with the deepest betrayal of all time. Available on my redbubble *cries into oblivion*

[ladysanza]

Jonsa - The Americans Au inspired

Right hand firm, she slowly stands the gun from the side table and points at the door. The clock-lamp says its only midnight but, in her mind, it could have been anytime at all. Between feeds, naps, changings and crying – God, so much crying – she doesn’t have a sense of time anymore, she just knows that she finally managed a quick shower and that she should probably get some sleep now, even though she knows that she won’t.

Not that it matters anymore.

There is someone inside her house.

Please don’t wake up, she begs internally as she slides the bassinet under the bed without taking her eyes from the damn door. She can hear the steps approaching, whoever it is it’s not even trying to be quiet. They must be in the very last flight of stairs now… and coming directly to the room. She puts her back to the wall right next to the entrance and looks at the handle slowly turning…

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After a day of sneaking around, trying not to get caught as he made sure those recorders were inside the office of the Secretary of Defense himself, the last place Jon expects to be attacked is inside his own home by his own wife. But as soon as he opened the bedroom’s door she had him face on the floor, knee on his neck and a gun to the back of his head.

“What the fuck?? Sansa, it’s me!” he tries to say while getting a tight grip on his hair.

She is breathing hard and not letting go of him.

“Sansa, breathe, it’s me” he asks calmly and then more softly “Let go of my head, love”. That seems to snap her out of it, and she relaxes her hand while slowly sliding her knee of to the side.

He winces and starts to turn on his back. She was not joking around. If he was anyone else, he would have a bullet making home in his skull right now.

“Jon?” she asks, and he can hear the tremble in her voice “No harm done” he says, taking the gun from her and reaching to put above the bed. “Come here” he takes her to lie above him, shushing her as she sobs on his neck.

He shouldn’t be surprised. He knows she is good in combat, has seen it firsthand a few times. But Sansa’s abilities have always fallen more on the realm of disguise, manipulation and perfect to a t strategic planning. She has half of this suburban neighborhood in love with her and if anyone asked, yes, the Snows are as normal as a young couple can be, with just the right amount of American pride and cynicism towards their government. Nothing to see.

“You told me you would be home late; how could I forget that?” she says once she is calmer.

“It’s ok, we are both tired.”

“I almost killed you, Jon! Trust me” and he can hear the desperation in her voice.

“oh, I trust you all right, but you didn’t” he says making her look in at him “you didn’t.’’

“How can you be so calm?” He sighs and the movement makes him aware of a throbbing on several different parts of him. He is going to take at least two Tylenols before going to sleep tonight. “We hardly live normal lives and the matter of fact is, we are tired, you even more so with Lyra all the time insi”- he pauses looking around – “Sansa, where is Lyra?” he asks starting to feel a panic bloom in his chest.

“Oh” she jumps from the floor and goes to the side of the bed “I put her under the bed.”

He goes close to her while she gently pulls the bassinet.

 “I can’t believe she didn’t wake up after all this.”

She really didn’t seem bothered at all, Jon noticed, while looking at his sleeping daughter. Every day he comes home and he is amazed anew when he looks at her. Not too long ago he didn’t even dare entertain the thoughts of having a family of his own. And now they have Lyra. The moonlight coming from the window makes her look like a little angel delivered to them straight from heaven.

“Sometimes when she is sleeping.” Sansa breaks the silence “I get scared that she isn’t breathing. So, I just stay up looking at her. Seeing if her chest is moving.”

He frowns.

He did not know that.

“After finishing this assignment today” he says pulling her to him “I don’t think we are going to be called for another task for some time. You will sleep more; I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thank you” she says softly.

He kisses her shoulder “We are a team.”

“Perhaps you can start wearing a bell then.”

“Too soon” he says even though he chuckles.

“Jon” she turns in his arms, serious “I am so, so sorry.”

“I know Sans” he kisses her forehead and then her lips for good measure “I know.”

[princessmacedon]

{ happy anniversary!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is. Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing! Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together. Template courtesy of Neffi! 💕

Name: Red, more commonly nicknamed Reddo

Pronouns: they/them preferred, she/he OK!

Birthday (no year): December 28th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? moved to kentucky when I was young, and for sake of ease i use EST (TOAST)! i live near a timezone line, so i get to be flexible like that >vo)v HAHA

How long is your roleplay experience? with a few on and off breaks, roughly 15 years? i forgot about a period of my life where i 'moderated' (read: was the most active user on) a warrior cats RP site; my first foray into rp proper was in pokemon rp on tumblr, my first muse was lyra but i didnt have an internet name until i picked up and settled into writing (you'll never guess who)

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? kind of half answered this above oops, but with warrior cats i genuinely dont remember? i probably just googled warrior cats and wound up there HAHA. for pokemon...... honestly probably the same thing

How were you introduced to TOA? key had mentioned it to me in passing a few times, so i knew she was there, but it wasn't until my friend zyra mentioned it to me and suggested we write macedon siblings together again that i actually joined, hahaha

Do you have any pets? i do! i adopted a ?? year old dog from the shelter about six years ago, so now he's x+6 years old :] pretty sure he's some kind of border collie mix, but not certain! his name is tobin, but he'll answer as long as you say 'ob'. he's a sillyhead

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) it used to be winter because i love the snow! but as i get older and more harrowed by weather conditions, i appreciate how normal and not-trying-to-kill-me autum is HAHA

What is your IRL occupation? (finger guns) figuring it out

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? drawing was my first love! i like reading, especially comics, and writing; i like video games and immersing myself in stories, and have passing interests in things that i don't commit to trying out (like resin, charms, etc etc)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? FFXIV, mainly; genshin impact and hsr; various farming-ish sims (story of seasons + old harvest moon, stardew valley, rune factory, currently fields of mistria); to a lesser extent dragon age, ace attorney, various VNs / otome / rhythm games, pokemon until roughly scarlet/violet era and then my wallet couldnt keep up with it HSDFSGVSD

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: as a kid it waffled between fire / dark, but not sure i have a dead set favorite type anymore. favorite pokemon still lucario and appletun for sure though!

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!) - i love christmas and thinking about gift giving! when i was in school my christmas spreadsheet hit like, 50 names HAHA nooooo way do i have that energy anymore, though - i'm reasonably fond of baking and also reasonably terrible at it! something always goes wrong but usually (usually) stuff comes out pretty tasty in the end. except for that time i set my oven on fire

How did you get into Fire Emblem? my friends were talking about how much fun they were having with the new game at the time, awakening! it looked fun so i decided to try it out

What Fire Emblem games have you played? - Beaten: Genealogy, Blazing Blade (FE7 if youre like me and still cant remember which one is which), Shadow Dragon & New Mystery, Awakening, Fates (Conquest + Birthright), Three Houses (Blue Lions) - Started: Binding Blade (FE6), Sacred Stones, Path of Radiance (FE9), Fates (Revelation), Shadows of Valentia, Three Houses (Black Eagles & Golden Deer), Engage

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: Awakening -- still Awakening! possibly tied with 3H, though. i really enjoy games where i can peacefully level grind

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! vaguely ordered, it's: Wolf, Maria, Cordelia, Seliph, Katarina...? if you think you're seeing a trend you're probably right, hahaha ^^ writing a character is an expression of love for me, so inevitably my muses climb higher and higher on my list over time

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! the clearest one i can remember is wolf, because when i was playing fe11 i was passively using him because he was pretty, and then he got 7 crits in a row and i was like :pika:

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳i'm weak toward green haired women AHSJASFDSF but actual game crushes, hmm... not sure!

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: chrom -> still chrom! - Fates: takumi -> hmm... silas or flora? - Three Houses: dimitri -> still dimitri, except now he's duking it out with yuri - Engage: i have the ring in my pocket as we speak, suffering from the burden of choice... probably diamant though?

Favorite Fire Emblem class? whatever class my blorbos thrive in

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? in all likelihood i'm a villager with just absolutely baffling AI. not entirely stupid, but you cant in good conscience say it's smart either HAHA as a playable unit though, i might be a recruit-type? i could do well if you help me grow, otherwise i'm just this scruffy shitty thing tucked into your pocket. middling-high skill growth, paper defense, and you wish you knew what my speed growth was because i don't (probably fast as a mage but realistically NOT as anything physical)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) my heart says blue lions, but if i'm just some guy (unaffiliated civilian) i won't be surprised

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? - Boons: Reason - Banes: Authority, Gauntlets - Budding Talent: Flying

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) hmm... probably either Firene or Lythos! i'm too much of a weenie to be from brodia HAHA

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) toah, like noah! to all my xiv gamers out there this definitely applies to job shorthands too. durg. dirk. whum blum sidge. rurpur and rogg...

Current TOA muses: Maria & Katarina

Past TOA muses? Cordelia my beloved

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Maria! unless something unprecedented happens, i don't see that changing. writing her, her want and determination to love and find wonder in the world, to spread and be joy -- it just puts me in a good place! it's really, genuinely helped me a lot, even if her extroversion is exhausting to my introvert ass sometimes HAHA

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) uhhh... i definitely tend toward characters who are in some regard defined by a form of love or strong emotion, romantic though it need not be -- people who have some sort of powerful, aching tenderness in their heart. i've not really done as much as i've wanted in terms of bringing that out of them, but it's definitely something that draws me in to a character in the first place!

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? ooh, there are lots of characters i like who have a brusque edge or manner, who might be harsh or cold... i wish i could do that! i'd like to try, i think. and also the funny, energetic, boisterous types -- i love to see them and be around them, but i definitely can't pull it off hahaha

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) it's been a while since i've gone all in on this kind of scene, but i love emotional scenes and heart-to-hearts -- the sort of thing where you're communicating your feelings with everything you have and trying to reach someone else! i usually rein myself in well shy of that though, hahaha. i worry a lot about getting too lost in the sauce and derailing a conversation/thread, or making it all about what my muse/what they want to communicate.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? for katarina, i'd love for her to make some friends! she's her own worst enemy in this regard, separating herself from friends/friendships whether consciously or subconsciously. for maria... well, i'd love for her to have a real heart to heart with someone!

Favorite TOA-related memories? to this day i miss and adore annie's frederick! his dynamic with my cordelia at the time was so much fun to write and to talk about and we had such thoughts for how their relationship would evolve -- it's one of the most interesting and endearing relationships i've had the pleasure of writing! on a sillier note, i often think about leif hauling ass after kanoesa's lewyn HAHA

Present or past tense? it used to be past tense, but i think toa's successfully converted me to defaulting to present hahaha ^^;; consciously at least, i try to match whatever my partner does!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? it doesn't matter to me, but i do hate fighting tumblr to keep all of the small text small.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 the wolf app/blog i've been refining on and off for the better part of three years is no secret HAHA, but i've seriously contemplated writing a few other characters! radd and boucheron, to name a couple. i get super attached to my characters though, so it's a bit tricky

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Details I noticed in The Last Wish pt 3

I always get too invested in the story at this point to notice any details so this list is making up for several detail-oriented rewatches. It got so long I'm going to split it into two parts. This is going to cover everything from the pocket full of posies to when the bears are in their cabin. It also includes lines I wish were talked about more lol

I think it's so funny when Kitty and Puss are trash talking Perrito as they go through the pocket full of posies. "Ughh, his path is so corny." "And cheesy." "And lame." "And weird. Like him." "Yeah. Why are you so ridiculous, dog?"

Jack has to push off a baker's face with his foot to pull Excalibur out of his magic nanny bag

When Jack's tank gets stopped by the posies, he says, "Well?? Start chopping!" There's this one baker who says, "On it! You don't have to tell me twice! I'm going to chop the heck out of this Ficus lyra-" He then gets eaten by a flower and another baker falls to her knees and goes, "Jerry, no!!" I think the fandom should appreciate Jerry more; the baker who was overeager at his job and knew a lot abt flowers lol

Jack has basically no eyebrows (they're a very light purple that's only visible in close ups) and crow's feet

When Jack is using the phoenix as a flamethrower, it cries a single tear

Jack also sets one of his men on fire when he's flamethrowing

Kitty has gold embellishments on the end of her sash

Kitty sees Puss scratch at his beard twice before he tries to get her to say he should shave it so she definitely knew he didn't like it

When Kitty's shaving him, there are some hairs that stay longer even after she went over that area. It really gives it the look that he's being shaved by a dagger on a boat lol Not the most precise shave, but it gets the job done

Kitty brushes Puss' fur off her hands as he gets rid of his stick sword after the shave

During the fight on the bank of the river, Puss sneezes out a bunch of confetti after the second unicorn horn explosion

During his panic attack, Puss lightly pets Perrito's head. I'm sure this is common knowledge but I always thought that he just put his hand on his head, not actually pet it too

When Mama bear says that they're a "crime syndicate family," it triggers the map to bug out. Goldi's holding it at the moment and the map could probably tell the confliction between her wish and her reality

The map's message right after also has more foreshadowing for Goldi's wish. "To find your wish, adjust your view. What you seek may be right in front of you." It's trying so hard to tell her that she already has her wish but she doesn't get it lol

It must be winter wherever the bears are from. They keep bringing up hibernation, their cabin is covered in snow, and both Baby and Papa are asleep in a matter of minutes of entering their house

The library stamp in Goldi's book reads "Crying Tears Orphanage Library." What kind of name is that??? Also, it proves that Goldi was at an orphanage first and then probably wandered into the woods on her own accord; her parents didn't leave her there. It does still have lots of angst tho because everyone in the town/orphanage probably assumed she died

The other kids who checked out Goldi's book were Hansel and Gretel

Mama has a scar on her nose. It's pretty big too

I love Baby's line after they find Puss hiding under the table with the map. "Oi! You crime-ing us when we just crime-ed you? No. No crime backs!"

Part one, Part two, Part four, Part five