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junglewhisper · 3 months ago

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Wof Tribe Headcannons!

(this will prob be re-written once I'm happy with my tribe redesigns)All are from Pyrrhia, underneath the keep reading are specific.

When meeting a different dragons form different tribes most dragons use a fake name because of Animus magic.(unless the enchantment that is over a specific tribe or world an animus dragon needs your real name to enchant you.)

Icewings and Rainwings have social circles. Skywings and LeafWings are tied between best flyers.

Bloodmoon's last 1-5 weeks due to them happening every 1-3 centuries.

Rainwing- When at age 7 they pick the colors that they usually are seen in, there's a ceremony for this. Depending on the time of the year the colors do change from light(Summer) to darker(Winter).

Nightwing- Has very good night vision, they can see in day but their eye sight is really, really bad. So they are usually asleep during day and out at night. Lives in the old Night Kingdom.

Bloodwing-A Bloodwing is a Nightwing born with red scales due to a BloodMoon, when one hatches there a huge ceremony due to Bloodwings being very, VERY RARE.

Sandwing- Physically the second smallest out of all the tribes. For any sandwing hybrids the barb is usually there until the 3rd or 5th generation without any sandwing/???wing tango.

Icewing- Has very thick skin(especially with the wings) for warmth. And is considered the most dangerous tribe only due to their frost breath. They have deer like horns but every Icewing horns are unique. The spikes(+ the ball spikes on their tails) can be taken off and regrown like a porcupine same with horns but they only are willing to lose them if very necessary or its shedding season.

Mudwing- Strongest/biggest of all the tribes. They do not fly that much, they have the smallest wings of all tribes, most Mudwings do not even have wings.

Skywing- Are blue/white, fire scales are bright red/orange. they have 4 wings(the second pair helps go faster/slower/glide) but royals have three. Biggest wingspan of all Tribes. Have 3 beaks due to spikes growing on the original beak.

Seawing- Second biggest in the tribes. Most can breathe under water and on land but there's a small percentage some can only breathe in water, but there's only one in every few generations.

Silkwing- Similar like the Rainwings they change softer/darker shade of their color due to the seasons. Usually are in packs of 4-6(family). Look like butterfly's but due to simplicity they are all called Silkwings. Some do look like moths but they are usually only out at night and are darker in colors. Great builders due to having silk.

Hivewing- Second strongest tribe(only due to their venom). Has three Hives Main and Second and Third(in old nightwing kingdom). The Second is deep into the jungle and protected by the Rainwings due to what tribe lives there...

Leafwing- Are the best nest builders. And are known for being hostile. Being docile towards Rain, Hive and Silkwings. All Leafwings have Leafspeak, it just depends on how strong their Leafspeak is. Depending on the time of hatching their colors can be dark, medium, or light.

Beetlewing- Has the least amount of tribe members.(though this will hopefully change) They live in the forest second hive protected by all the Rainwings and any Hivewing who lives in the second hive.

Coralwing-They live in coral but some do live with Seawings. Physically the smallest tribe.

Tribe redesigns

https://www.tumblr.com/ihateasthma/767504425500704769/i-finished-all-the-tribes-a-fan-tribethe-non?source=share

How Coralwing and Beetlewings look

https://www.tumblr.com/ihateasthma/763446241414823936/uh-im-not-explaining-except-as-adults-they-are?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/ihateasthma/762717939334037504/so-i-found-out-that-wings-of-fire-has-an-extinct?source=share

Royal skywing shown here

https://www.tumblr.com/ihateasthma/763621569371209728/i-drew-silt-s-other-husbandrouges-dad?source=share

#writers on tumblr #wings of fire #wof tribes #headcanon

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stevenmeekslover · 2 years ago

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Ladies, Gentlemen, others. A collection of Stephen Meeks headcannons. (Part 1.)

1. He sorts his Halloween candy by brand and then gives it to his friends based on their favorite candy.

2. He doesn't care much for sweets himself.

3. He would've loved Richie Toizer in IT Chapter two. (I feel like they radiate the same energy.)

4. He's been top of his classes his entire life. He's made a 80 on a paper at the lowest.

5. He has daddy issues but his mother is a godsend.

6. When he first met Todd, it reminded him of a younger version of himself. That's why he was so kind to Todd.

7. He's either the token straight friend who's on very thin ice or a gay.

8. He & Pitts have been roomates ever since they were enrolled in Hell-ton.

9. He hasn't always been good at putting himself out there. He was the quiet kid in all of his classes until he met the poets.

10. He can't work well if he's uncomfortable or too warm. His brain doesn't click like it should if he's too warm or near people who make him uncomfortable.

11. It's hard to distract Meeks. I have a headcannon that the poets tried to throw him a suprise party on his birthday but distracting him so they could organize it was the hardest part.

12. He hates spelling even the littlest thing wrong. Whenever one of the poets or a teacher points out he spelt something wrong, he gets so embarrased and tries to hide his face with his arms.

13. Neil used to joke around and call Meeks the "Next Albert Einstein," Which Meeks hated but never mentioned until he lashed out.

14. Meeks is generally good at speaking out about he feels about being called certain things or doing certain things, however there are periods that he just shuts down and forgets how to speak for himself. (Like during finals or any stressful situations)

15. Meeks loves and hates being called smart. He knows he is and appreciates the compliments but at the same time he feels like there's a pressure to live up to people like Albert Einstein when compared to people like that. (Which cordinates with no. 13)

16. Before he knew the poets Meek's didn't have any friends. Everyone saw him as too much of a teachers pet or a pushover.

17. If Meeks was in modern day society, I feel like he'd enjoy books like The Outsiders and Red, White, Royal Blue.

18. Meeks' would love The Cure.

19. When he's given the chance to play music, his go to song is Let's Have a Party by Elvis Presley.

20. He's a go to guy. He'd risk getting in trouble to do something both of you enjoy.

#dead poets society #stephen meeks #steven meeks #todd anderson #charlie dalton #dps #neil perry #stephen meeks headcannons

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twilightdragon9 · 1 year ago

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Since I've seen these been floating around and I've gotten back to rereading the series, I thought I'd give some color headcannons myself!

MudWings: They are mostly browns, blacks, and oranges, with yellows, greens, and reds being uncommon, and purple being somewhat rare. They often have spots, a piebald pattern, or what is called the muddy pattern, where either their feet or their whole legs has this soft wave of a darker color. This pattern is seen as a sign of strength in some circles. Their wing membranes are mostly solid in color, though spots and "mud splotches" have been documented. Their eye color can range from browns to oranges to the rare yellow, with hints of darker colors in them. Horn color ranges from browns, reds, grays, pinks, and rarely purple.

SandWings: Yellows, bone white, and beiges are common, and it covers most of their body so they can relax in the sand safely. Their sail, wing membrane, and underbelly are often the most patterned and colored, with copper colors, bronze colors, to rarely gold colors, including rose gold. This also qualifies to their tail barb, which also has black in its color range (some legends say gold colors used to be how you tell who had royal blood)

Sometimes a SandWing will have patterns, like the black diamond pattern we've seen, and the brown spot pattern on Queen Thorn, but they also have many other kinds, like the dapple pattern, where random scales on their sandy body are darker or lighter in color. Their eyes are mostly black all over, though around where their iris is, they have pops of sparkling color that ranges from orange to gold to white to the very rare blue. Horn color ranges from browns, blacks, and reds, rarely having veins of gold in them.

SkyWings: Reds, oranges, yellows, pinks, purples, and whites are super common, though white SkyWings are often mistaken as being "unlit", like how sometimes twins of firescales are. Uncommonly, a SkyWing can have a coal black in their scales, though none have been seen being completely coal colored. The rarest color is a fiery electric blue all over, looking like a living blue flame. SkyWings with this color are often seen as sacred, as they are the color of the hottest fire, so often they are pulled up in ranks so they can added to the royal bloodline.

SkyWings sometimes have piebald patterning, or, in slightly more rarer cases, the harlequin pattern, where all of their top scales interchange from two or more colors, looking as colorful as a RainWing. This often gets the dragon shunned. Their eye color ranges from red to orange to yellow to pink to the rare purple. Firescaled SkyWings always have blue. Their horn color ranges from browns, blacks, deep reds, to purple, and sometimes they have pops of gold in them.

SeaWings: Greens, blues, purples, and grays are common, though gray is often considered unattractive due to it resembling the color of dead coral. Pink and silver is uncommon, and the rarest color is a bright dazzling red. Red SeaWings are sometimes called "sharkblood" SeaWings, and often are made into violent warriors, for red is considered a frightening color in SeaWing society. The most common pattern is the bubble pattern, where bubble looking spots gather around the face, feet, tail, and wings. Rarely, they have arrow shaped stripes going down their back, which can be a lighter or darker color. Wing membrane patterns have a lot of diversity, though the royal family has the most extravagant pattern. You can trace the family history of a SeaWing by finding their pattern in old scrolls of SeaWing bloodlines. Their eye color ranges from blues, greens, purples, grays, to the rare pinks, reds, and yellows. Their horn color ranges from deep blues, deep purples, grays, and uncommonly pink.

RainWings:.....☆~E v e r y t h i n g~☆ (unless deformed, then shades of green they are stuck with)

IceWings: Blues, whites, silvers, and soft purples are common, though purple IceWings used to not get as much respect for having an "undignified" color back in the day. Very rarely, they can be greens or yellows, though these dragons used to be killed off because they didn't conform to IceWings standards. Their underbelly is usually darker in color, back lighter in color, and they have dark markings near their eyes, which is how they can look at bright light and not blind themselves. An iridescent and glittery effect is always present in IceWing scales, making them shine and gleam brightly like stars.

Melanistic IceWings used to appear in the tribe, but they were all killed off for resembling NightWings. IceWing patterns come in spots around the face, wings, tail, and feet. The shadow pattern, like what Snowfox had, is sometimes seen in royal IceWings to this day. They can also be piebald with their other colors. The siamese pattern is also common, and quite well loved. There is one rare pattern called the diamond head pattern, where the IceWing's top scales on their head resembles a diamond, while the rest of their body has this soft, diamond dust pattern.

These dragons are seen as natural born leaders, so are often brought into the royal line. IceWing wing membranes sometimes have a snowflake pattern, or little colored gem shapes. Their sclera is black, and their eye color ranges from blues, purples, silvers, whites, to the uncommon greens, to the rare yellows. Their horns and ruff sometimes are tipped with a deep or light purple, blue, white, and rarely green or yellow.

NightWings: All kinds of blacks are seen in their scales, though, like the RainWings and IceWings, they too have a soft iridescence to their scales sometimes, which brings out pops of color. Common deep colors are green, brown, purple, and blue. Some common patterns are silver bands that can go around the snout, legs, body, and tail, like the single circlet we've seen on Fatespeaker. Albino NightWings have been seen, and were used respected and seen as sacred, until the IceWing war happened, and so they were killed off. Piebald NightWings are uncommon, though they are well respected when they appear, as they are deemed beautiful and "Still have enough NightWing in them, unlike those albinos.."

The silver scales under their wings can make out all kinds of shapes, from showing the plain night, to having a moon, sometimes even showing a constellation. The membrane itself can also have swirls of colors, making their wings look like the vast cosmos. In seer NightWings, they have a full moon-like scale in the middle of their forehead, like how mindreaders have teardrop scales from the corners of their eyes. Their eye color comes in black, brown, deep red, deep blue, deep purple, deep green, to the rare silver, sometimes having flecks of other colors. Horn color ranges from black, purple, gray, blue, green, to the rare silver and white.

#wof #wof headcanon #wow this got long #I like how this turned out☆#Tell me what you think!

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young-royals-confessions · 1 year ago

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Honestly, I don’t think I can even begin to fathom how much two swedish boys have changed my life in the past 6 months. I genuinely thought that it would be something I obsessed over for week or two in the summer, but then BOOM. It started way back over a year a half ago when my friend had watched it and told me all about s1. At the time I wanted to watch it but couldn’t because I didn’t have netflix. Early last year my family got it and then over the summer I realized I could finally watch yr. Like I said, I didn’t expect it to be something other than a show i enjoyed, but I don’t think I’ve gone a day without thinking about it. I’ve watched interviews, reactions, read countless analyses, headcannons, (basically everything i can find on tumblr) and fanfics. OH GOD FANFICS. I have only ever read fanfic from the yr fandom, including a few crossover fics with red, white, and royal blue. I’ll be honest, at the start I didn’t want to because I thought that would just be continuations of the show and I didn’t want to read a continuation of an unfinished story. But then I got sucked in by drabbles on tumblr and the best decision ever. The happiness I get from reading two boys falling in love over and over again is insane to me, especially since I try keep a good distance between them in real life. Anyways thanks for reading my absolute cluster fuck of a confession.

💜

#yr obsession #yr fanfic #young royals

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thepoetsdiedatthislake · 1 year ago

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Henry has a Beagle called David. When they got married Alex bought a cat called Bowie.

#red white and royal blue #Red white and royal blue headcannon #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry rwrb #alex x henry #gay men #David bowie #headcannons

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jointhearumanati · 19 hours ago

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MHA FAVORITE COLOR HEADCANNONS

Bakugo: Burnt orange 🧡

Kirishima: Crimson ♥️

Kaminari: Royal Purple 💜, Electric Blue 💙, Electric Yellow 💛, and Black 🖤 (don't ask him to choose he wont be able to)

Sero: Tangerine Orange 🍊

Mina: Hot Pink 🩷, and Teal 🩵

Jirou: Red ❤️, Royal Purple 💜, and Black 🖤

Shinso: Black 🖤, and Royal purple 💜

Midoriya: Red ❤️, Yellow 💛, Blue 💙, White 🤍, and Green 💚 (don't ask him to choose but it's probably red)

Ochako: Pink 🩷

Iida: Navy blue 💙

Todoroki: Navy Blue 💙 , and Green 💚

Tsuyu: Green 💚

Yaoyarozu: Red ❤️

Tokoyami: Black 🖤

Ojiro: White 🤍

Shoji: army green 💚 and blue 💙

Sato: Orange 🧡

Mineta: Purple 💜

Aizawa: Black 🖤 and Yellow 💛

Mic: Red ❤️, Yellow 💛, and Black 🖤

Midnight: Red ♥️, black 🖤, and Midnight Purple 💜

All Might: Red ♥️, White 🤍, blue 💙, and Green 💚(don't ask him to choose but it's definitely green)

Nezu: Sky Blue 🩵

#headcannons #my hero headcanons

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firstprince-ao3feed · 1 year ago

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Youre My My My My

You’re My, My, My, My… https://ift.tt/mgXD9tG by lilmissfanficwriter Alex and Nora attend the royal wedding in London representing the White House. After multiple times being ignored by his Royal Highness, Alex finally has a chance to talk to Henry. With the power of music. Words: 1572, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of RWRB/firstprince fics Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Nora Holleran, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Zahra Bankston (mentioned) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Random - Freeform, rwrb verse is so taylor coded, Fluff, headcannon: alex henry nora and bea are swifties, au where cakegate didn’t happen via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/wyxo3IL January 03, 2024 at 07:10PM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #lilmissfanficwriter

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch6 A Take Of A Prince, Queen, And Princess Of Flowers

(Warning: Death scene in this chapter. I do not know Snatcher's or The Florist's real names so Im making my own headcannon names for the two. Also mentioning of Death near the end of the chapter.)

You may have heard this story but not in the correct version you might've thought. Gather around children and I'll tell you the story of a Prince of Shadows, A Queen of Golden Hair, and an honorary Princess of Flowers. And it all took place one thousand years ago. Way before you or I was born.

Once upon a time there was a planet called Subconia and there are many different cultures and people who live on this world, but the two kingdoms we shall explore was two kingdoms that don't exist anymore. A thousand years ago there lived two kingdoms who lived side by side. The MUCH larger Kingdom Of Subcon, and the tinier Kingdom of Subconette. Though these two kingdoms shared similar names and people, they were worlds apart. A lone Queen ruled over Subconette while a kind King and Queen ruled over Subcon. Years passed as the kingdoms continued to stand, until one fateful day three children were born. A beautiful little princess with hair of the sun was born to the lone queen and a handsome baby boy of equal beauty was born to the Subcon kingdom. Their names? Princess Vanessa and Prince Philip of the Subcon Kingdoms.

Did you all remember me mentioning a third child born? Ah! Good. You're paying attention to my old tale.

Yes. A third child was born, but not of royal blood. A young girl, with hair of rose red and eyes of ocean blue was born to a small farming family just on the outskirts of the kingdom of Subcon, but it was fate that decided her role in the future. Her name? Poppy Rose Bloomington...But I'm getting a little ahead of myself aren't I? Let us proceed with the two lives of the royals before the three intertwined.

As months went by, the Prince and Princess's parents deemed it so that the two would be betrothed in holy matrimony, a union to bring the two kingdoms together at last and bring peace to them all. As the amount of years grew, so did the beauty of the princess. Her skin, was very fair and her hair a beautiful yellow rivalling any gold treasure, with a voice as tender and soft as velvet. Not a woman in the kingdoms could rival her own beauty....Or so she thought. Ever since she was small her mother always made sure Vanessa could have anything a young lady wanted. Servants, good food, exotic jewelry, expensive dresses, anything was hers at a moment's demand and she relished in the fact of being a perfect princess like in those fairytales her mother always read her, always fantasizing about her perfect fairytale like with her Prince Charming and having that perfect white wedding. And that spoiled thinking would ultimately lead this girl to doom. Her mother building her up so and giving in to every request only made her want what was truly a fantasy. An actual fairytale perfect life, whether anybody liked it or not. She fell hard for the handsome young prince of brown hair and handsome features. From the time she could understand to speak, her mother always told her Prince Philip was her betrothed, and were to her married when they grew. Her betrothed.....Her Prince. ALL HERS AND NO ONE ELSE'S!!! She would always be the kind Princess her Prince deserved and he WOULD be the Prince she knew he could be.

Prince Philip was more clear minded than given credit for. The young prince was a kind hearted young boy who cared for his people greatly and wanted to better himself and his country. Therefore it would only make sense for him to want to study the laws governing his kingdom so he may better them. And so his studies began. From a young age the boy studied laws enough to make his parents proud he was taking his studies seriously and at the same time was often taken on visits to meet his future beloved. It was love at first sight....at least at first it was. She was so beautiful and kind and wanted to spend time with him all the time. It was a kinda god send for someone who had no siblings or other children to play with. Having someone your age around you could play and talk to with was exciting. And her beauty only grew over time as well as his love for her, how couldn't he love someone as beautiful and kind as Vanessa? She was perfect.....Too perfect. Things couldn't last forever unfortunately. Vanessa's poor mother had started coming down with an illness that slowly started to make her waste away as her daughter grew and so he tried to be there of course and help console his future beloved, which is where fate intertwined these fated lovers. You see, if there was one thing that Vanessa loved more than anything was attention. Whether it be from her servants telling her how beautiful she was, or compliments....She LOVED attention from her Prince and ...'lightly suggested' it would be nice to receive things. And things she received, flowers mostly.

Did you notice how I pointed out flowers? Good eye.

You see, Poppy was always born with a green thumb, being from a long line of farmers of course helped. She could grow anything from potatoes to peach trees, but ever since she was small, she had always had one love. Flowers! Didn't matter what kind, she always loved growing them just as much as Vanessa loved receiving beautiful flowers from her prince. Which lead us to the fated meeting of the Florist. Poppy worked her whole life to build up her own flower stand and by the age of fifteen she had achieved it. A small flower stand within the Subcon Village, filled with lots of Merry children and near the famous vacation home of the famous Princess Vanessa. Sometimes she'd be lucky enough to see the beautiful princess walking around the village talking to the children but one fateful day to Poppy's surprise a young handsome man with brown hair and a golden crown on his head came to visit the small stand of flowers. Buying the most beautiful roses Poppy had before leaving. And this young ones is how a friendship began. Almost everyday of the week the prince would stop by the Florist's stands and pick out a new bundle of pretty flowers for his mourning and beautiful princess and everyday she would smile and talk to the prince. Business sales went up and she was giddy a well known man had taken interest in her flowers. Then he started asking what she'd recommend he'd get a lady since she was one, she proudly pointed to daises, and tulips, and tigerlillies. So many to choose from, so many to give. Gradually their conversations turned more business like and an unlikely bond began to weave with them. A friendship he had never had beyond any personal life or otherwise. He learnt her name too. Poppy. Named after those cute red poppy flowers she loved so much, with a spark and feisty temper to match. Made him laugh a couple times when she pointed out something snarky he liked. Slowly melting his heart with her passion and tales of hard work she had to do to get where she was know. And he admired her for that.

Unfortunately fairytales don't last beyond pages, and the Prince learnt that the hard way when Vanessa convinced her still ill mother to make a new law. Telling him he's become fat and shouldn't eat bacon anymore to watch his health. Poppy was confused at such a ridiculous law and her friend was obviously upset about it, but he passed it off as Vanessa wanting to make sure he was healthy as her mother was still dying slowly. Then slowly by surely things only began to get worse. Vanessa wanting attention was fine and he vowed to give her all the attention she deserved, but now she demanded ALL his attention ever and always began scrutinizing him for not being Princely enough now that he began his advanced studies and would go back home within a few months time to finish his more difficult studies under one of the kingdom's best tutors. His only escape was when Vanessa was discussing her future duties with her mother and also taking her Princess classes with her tutors. He was then free to walk around and do as he pleased if only for a few hours a day, those were spent reading or walking around the village, but he learnt pretty quickly to bring some kind of gift or trinket back for her as an excuse for why he'd been out. Vanessa's jealousy could rival that of a child. He never intended for it to happen of course but the strain of the relationship getting to him and the way he looked so tired all the time. Barely smiling when he came in to get Vanessa more flowers. Against her better judgement, Poppy asked why he wasn't smiling anymore and let him rant about his day. Which was a daily thing for them after that. Him coming in, Poppy letting him rant, then he'd buy flowers and leave. Rinse and repeat for the next two years to a few weeks before their twentieth birthdays with Poppy cracking jokes and trying to be helpful and the prince slowly growing more and more fond over her unlady-like snorts and giggles, to her bold statements, to her bright smile always trying to cheer up her friend. All the while Vanessa continued to go down this rabbithole of perfection. He still made excuses for her. Her mother was dying, she was going to be Queen soon, she wasn't ready-.....Well for being Queen that is. Vanessa had already planned out their lives together and even built a BLOODY nursery for their future child that wasn't even born yet. One in her castle and one in the mansion he was staying at, but Vanessa would visit very often. Even stay a few days.

But what really concerned his friend was the hair incident. When he came in with his usual shoulder length brown hair was chopped up and a bad bleached blonde color, with brown patches here and there. He claimed he was alright. Vanessa just wanted to surprise him by doing his hair while he slept. He could tell his friend was concerned and told him as much. He smiled knowing at least someone cared about his well being. Then came the last month he stayed and then off he went back home he went. To spend his final year of tutoring under the wonderful Lady Winchester. She was a kind old lady who taught his father before him and knew the laws better than anyone. He bid his last day there to his beloved Vanessa who cried and begged him not too, and once he fled her clutches......uh Hugged her good bye, he couldn't help but feel very releived he'd get to spend a whole year away from her as hash as it may be. But he did make sure to bid his friend good bye as well. Having one last conversation and sharing a couple jokes before he finally left.

That year would be the hardest for our ill fated lovers and the florist friend. While the Prince was able to breath and see his loved ones again, he couldn't help but miss her. Not Vanessa surprisingly but with all the serious laws and classes he missed their little visits when she always cheered him up and her beautiful smile and that passion she always had for anything she set her mind too.....It wasn't very long before he came to the sudden realization. The prince had slowly but surely fallen in love with the young red headed gal. So many emotions hit him at once. Happiness and guilt being the biggest two. For one, he was engaged to Vanessa, betrothed to be married a few months after all his studies are over. He couldn't go against his parents or break Vanessa's heart after so many years of being together, and she needed him. They had been exchanging letters and learnt her mother had sadly passed during an accident. While he couldn't attend her coronation or her mother's funeral, he still sent her many letters. There was still a piece of him that loved and cared about the young kind girl he grew up with, but not the lady she had become....But his heart was tugging towards the Princess of Flowers as he nicknamed her. The sweet scent always following her around. He often found himself happily thinking about his friend....But that's all they could ever be....Just friends. Vanessa was still his priority as glum as that made him and he had a duty to be there for his future wife. Besides. He was only delaying the inevitable by studying, soon they'd be wed and he would be together with her always.......Though that thought did NOT put him at ease at all. Vanessa in the mean time only drove further into her perfect fairytale madness. WIth her mother passing and her Prince not being able to call her his princess anymore, she was determined to then make her prince her King Instead and keep him all to herself. Jealousy spiking whenever he mentioned this Lady Winchester teaching him, he spoke so fondly and highly of his teacher. What did SHE have Vanessa didn't?! Vanessa was perfect. She made sure every INCH of her was, he just didn't put in enough effort on his part. All he needed was her back so he could know where his true place lied.

When the prince ultimately returned to spend just a holiday week at the summer house before their wedding within a few months time.....It was worse than ever. Vanessa demanded more attention of him. Accused him of liking the lady in the letters he had sent her. Said she would be staying in the summer house with him until their wedding to make sure he wasn't getting cold feet. Still despite all this and him trying to calm her down, he still made poor excuses for her and justified his betrothes's behavior towards him. Falling deeper and deeper into his now rare visits to his friend and falling more and more in love with her as the drew on. Knowing he could never really tell her how he really felt about her. Until one fateful day, the end of that week was the royals anniversary, the prince wanted to appease his beloved by getting her a beautiful bracelet and flowers for their anniversary as a gift to her. She deserved something special for the occasion before he went back, and soon his lonely self went on to that same little stand to but some flowers for his beautiful bride to be. Unfortunately he had used all his remaining pons to pay the jeweler for the bracelet .....but it-....He-......He gave the florist the bracelet as payment. One last gift from him he'd ever get to give her sadly.

For you see, the princess's jealousy had reached a boiling point. Delusionly thinking that her prince was courting another woman. In her range when he returned to the castle, a grim fate awaited him in the form of a curse and becoming locked within the cellar death did they part. Their kingdoms both in ruins from the curse. Anyone who didn't fall ill to the curse, fled the country never to return again. Vanessa now trapped within her own home, and the prince becoming a spirit of malice no one dares to challenge.

But what of the Florist you ask? Was she frozen by the Jealous Queen, or escaped with many other people? Well, we're about to find out.

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Cold. Darkness. All of it came rushed over so suddenly. Just like the two heavily armored guards carrying her kicking and screaming self towards the dreaded summer house that housed the royals deep in the snowed up world. That winter suddenly came that year unexpectedly with the freezing winds suddenly whipping around her when she just closed up her stand for the day, pocketing the expensive bracelet she was given as payment and what coins she received as payment, ready to go home. She didn't make much from her flower stand she always wanted, but that was always fine and dandy. She loved the smiles on the children's faces when they'd buy single flowers for their parents, or if she'd sell them flowers in exchange for small things like food. It was one way to get to eat around here. But the chills filling the air that after noon followed by the loud thumping sounds coming towards her were new. Especially when all of a sudden two giant armored men stood over her and seized her without warning. So naturally she resisted and fought against her captors as they took her away.

"LET THE PECK GO OF ME!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!"

The farther down the path they went the more horrified she became. There was ...snow. IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER!! Harsh white and cold wind glared all around her as she gawked around wildly....and then shrieked at the sight of a frozen person as they passed. Their feared expression forever frozen on their face. The poor girl went silent from the numb cold as those blue eyes widened in horror at all the suurounding frozen people as they walked past, never easing up on her grip, or giving any emotion to anything around them as the horrified woman went limp in their arms from shock as they approached the black gates and beyond that was the manor. Her blue eyes flicked up to it. It looked more menacing than it usually did as the entire house loomed over them the closer they got and a sudden feeling of dread filled her up to the very core of her soul as they were swallowed by the shadows and even more coldness bearing down on her. The guards didn't stop until they were going up the stairs and into the home. It was as dark and cold as the outside. Even more so if that was possible. She was still frozen and scared in the grip of the guards when the doors opened and they forced her inside. The inside of the manor was colder than the outside is that was even possible, and if she wasn't already in shock, she would've shrieked at what was awaiting them just a few feet away from the door.

In the darkness of cold and shadows, a hunched over monster made it's way over to them but dared not come further than five feet giving a hiss. Like she was a skunk and this red eyed thing was afraid of her. How strange, but that didn't stop her stop pointing a hand at her, and in possibly the most scariest, raspy voice Poppy had ever heard. Said:

"Take her to the room and lock her away. ...I can't to look at her for as my prince had done. Perhaps locking away her forever will teach her a lesson about gazing into another man's eyes who belong TO ME!!"

"...WAIT!! WHAT?!" She attempted to struggle again but their strength was too much.

Sadly be the fate of the innocent florist wasn't a pleasant one. As she was marched up the stairs to the very third floor of the manor, the coldness and shadows started to become too much to the point of her screaming and struggling body starting to be overcome by them all. the long hallway they were taking her down ended in a single pair of double doors, the doors suurounded by locks that haven't been locked yet. As her weakly numbing body was pushed into the empty room, she looked up just in time to see the two heavily armored guards slam the doors behind her. She struggled to stand with the cold seeping through all her body but wobbled to the door, vision blurring with nothing but darkness. Even as all the clicks and locks of the locks were put into place and the floor jostling with the heavy footsteps of the guards stopping away, she fell to her knees against the door and banged her fist against it. Screaming to be let out as the coldness and blackness seeped more into the room and still overtook her form.

Until it completely consumed her and upon the floor she laid. Beautiful red hair and blue eyes preserved by frost. Until a thousand years later. .....when a miracle happened...

And she once again got to take a breath.

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