#amity celebration

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ the vendor had paused at her request : several wooden boats . zelda was a 17 year old , who needed several boats . and even then , several was not yet enough to carry all her memories . so , the vendor had stopped her at just seven .

allegedly , they're supposed to sink to the bottom of the sea .

purchases in tote . . . some days , zelda still felt like jumping into water and never getting out . some days , she felt like drowning in a spring would have been the correct option . some days , it felt too cruel of her to keep breathing . like running uphill , her chest tightened at the realization that climbing a peak wasn't an ending . . . but a midway point . it wasn't done and over , although it should be . being left alone with a memory was far more lonely than solitude could even fathom .

in silence , zelda knelt beside the bay , taking out her small boats one by one .

one for mipha . she had served her duty with the grace of a true princess and emblem of the zora's resilience in the face of adversity . one for revali . he had trained so tirelessly to stand brave against fate and represent the best and brightest of the rito . one for daruk . he had looked over her with an unwavering kindness and a strength . one for urbosa . she had dared believed in her -- dared to loved her when nobody else could .

throat strained and choked on her silence . this is supposed to feel cathartic , but it only feels heavy and threatening . seven boats , in total , and even then they couldn't hold the weight of her grief . a flower petal for each to remember life by , a coin to buy them some peace , and a torn prayer to forgive her by some grace of the goddess .

sweat-laced hands pass out her offerings when snot begins to run from her nose , and in shame zelda catches it with the back of her hand . a hiccup in her breath ; there wasn't enough oxygen in the world to make it easier to breathe . seven boats blur into one as the princess sits , unmoving and weighed by the heaviness on her mind . focus . focus on your training . you were born into this .

one for mother . she had died believing that zelda would someday grow to be a capable leader as she had been . one for father . he had died believing that her utter incompetence gave her no right to possess the name zelda . one for all the people of hyrule . they had become the ghosts to her guilt .

bubbling , festering , boiling : zelda dug her hands into the sands and threw a handful in a fit . and another . another . it just wasn't fair . life just wasn't fair to her . why did the world hate her so much ?? why did the goddess hate her ??

the girl gasps a breath . why , she was even terrible at being quiet !!

defeated , zelda folds inwards , hiding from the world as frustration turns to emptiness . she is 17 years old , and she needs several boats . she needed several , but the vendor had stopped her at seven . he didn't get that seven just wasn't enough .

[aevumisles]

╰┈➤ AEVUM ISLES :: APRIL FESTIVAL ❂

AS THE TWILIGHT SUN finally begins to beyond in the westernmost shores, citizens of Arcanus Isle count their blessings, and happily look forward to the rest of the spring-time season. 

Although the Amity Celebration has come to a slow close, the memories of loved ones continue to burn on. The Aether sighs, contented, and returns to rest...

In Conclusion:

All muses who have participated in The Amity Celebration (2024) will receive +300 Emblems! Be sure to add this to your currency pages.

Thank you all to those who have participated in this year's April Festival!

[butterstikk]

I definitely could/ should of spent more time on these, but I was just so eager to celebrate toh finally

[quadrantadvisor]

Sometimes I still think about The Owl House Gang all trying to watch ATLA together but then Zuko's backstory in The Storm retraumatizes Hunter so bad they have to stop

[mischiefmodig]

Amity Celebrations \ / @magnusmodig

Why are the celebrations of this world so... asanine? In Asgard the festivities would be for tales of glories and battles. Stories that were passed down from generation to generation, and regarded in the highest esteme.

Perhaps in some ways these "traditions" were largely the same. And perhaps Loki was biased, but that did not change the fact Loki saw little to no interest in engaging with anything of this world ( lest another beast come after him and force him to do so. )

But something was softened in the Ice Prince's heart. Perhaps it was seeing sons with their mothers, brothers playing in fields... it reminded him of an older time. a simpler one. where war was only a story they celebrated and they could fight it all together. Maybe what he felt was jealousy, maybe it was anger that these lives were happier than his. Mischief had already lifted his heart, but... perhaps... just this once...

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Loki had found himself in a secluded part of the field's. There were very few eyes that would be upon him as he strode his way among the freshly bloomed flowers. He saw the ones he was searching for. With a skilled and delicate finger, he took them from the ground and into his hands.

He had a sizable collection of flowers, which to any casual observer were nothing special. But to him, he knew them alone as his mothers favorite. He'd often spent hours collecting bouquets for her from the lush castle gardens. The light that shown on her face whenever she would recieve such a gift was something he always cherished. Her smile was the prettiest. He often wondered if she was ever truly happy.

Every stem weaved into the next. He lost count of the hours he spent on the field floor, while waltzing in his memories. Good memories. Happy moments with her... that was squandered. The wreath was only halfway done, by the time he became aware of approaching footsteps.

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ when link finally admits that his first choice is an impossibility . . . it almost seemed fittingly hopeless . ears sink with a gentle weight , a stutter placed in her weave . but upon amending his choice , hope is reborn . the may flowers with their ripe , warm orange hue that reminded her of watching the summertime sunset on the horizon . they almost looked a bit brighter than they had before .

then , its decided . zelda reaches for a may flower next .

. . .

the conversation helps to keep her mind occupied on things other than how well she is crafting , for she practically can see his woes before he even admits that he'd . . . half neglected the single most important prompt she'd given . she told him so .

honestly . but for all the trenches he digs , link dares to go one step further -- the tug of a smirk just pulls on her upper lip : what a painful pun .

and yet it . . . rings with a strumming on the mind . it resonates . he's . . . quite something when he allows himself to be . such glimpses of humor were whispers of a past zelda was not part of . the elusive chumminess of a boy who was just a boy . this felt . . . like friendship had always looked from the outside . it was nice .

" i warned you . i told you they're ferocious . the may bees and their queen will go to every length to protect their territories . " she settles with a warm huff , " . . . you weren't stung too badly , i hope ?? "

LINK HUMMED BENEATH HIS breath . a favorite , huh ? his eyes flit between one small stack of flowers to another . colors of all shades lay in neat assortments all around them . warm reds , oranges & . yellows , cool purples , violets & . blues . after some thought , link nodded out towards the grassy plains all around them . ❝  i didn't pick them - they're too small for crowns - but the bluebells here are really nice. ❞ though he was sort of wondering if they GLOWED at night . he was pretty sure some of these flowers glowed , at any rate . ❝  if i had to pick one of these though ? the may flowers are pretty nice. ❞ link said , after some extra thought . only to duck his head down with a short , exasperated chuckle as he remembered their brush - in with DISASTER at the base of the echo trees . his hands had been numb for a half - hour after the encounter , but it was worth it for their botanical bounty. ❝  your book wasn't kidding about the may bees being territorial . ❞

pause.

❝  . . . they really weren't pollen any punches . ❞

[bluestringpuppeteer]

When Badou had suggested they go out to see the Luminescence Concerts, Legato hadn't thought much of it. A musical show at the Amphitheater? It sounded like a good time to him.

That was before he knew how many people came to concerts. They were surrounded by people, pressed in on all sides, and Legato wasn't wearing his spiky coat on advice from Badou. Which meant he wasn't protected from the press of bodies by anything except Badou himself.

And the drink Badou had shoved in his hand, that Legato had been nervously sipping. He was pressed up against Badou to avoid as many other people as possible, using him as a shield from the press. The alcohol was helping, though slowly.

"You could have warned me about the amount of people here," he huffs, trying to cover nerves with irritation.

@brokeassgoing

[imadhatt3r]

What if Clawdeen got into monster music once she joined monster high and Catty Noir became her favorite... What if she tried to make friends with Toralei and started to talk about Catty bc she knew that Toralei's into music and found out that Toralei also loves Catty and they talked about her all day... What if they started to talk about Catty more and more often and made merch to swap and planned to go on a concert together and all that plus other, additional things like Clawdeen helping Toralei with her mom made Toralei falll in love with Clawdeen... What if, once Catty joins the school, Toralei isn't nearly as excited as she would be before meeting Clawdeen because she's jealous that Clawdeen isn't paying as much attention to her anymore AND she's subconsciously worried that Clawdeen will start dating Catty and she won't have a chance to confess anymore... LIKE WHAT IF

[googlyowo]

Rejoice. Judaism be upon ye

I hc that the Nocedas are Jewish and Luz taught the hex squad how to celebrate Hanukkah

Chag sameach!

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ simply put , he's quick . quick to help , quick to offer . . . and quick to out himself as some sort of gentleman ( or at the very least a very good con . ) grateful , zelda puts a hand on his arm , using that link as a way to not separate in the crowds .

it is just a little too loud as the band picks up and another dance is underway . a little faster than she knows , a little louder than she can stand . like thunder on the horizon , the drums roar from their electronic speakers . strained to hear , zelda's brows furrow deep , trying to catch her escort's words .

its what the eye catches , that stirs her attention most : little bird , wings fluttering .

urbosa had told her once . . . that she behaved like a little bird when her interest peaked . words flapping a mile a minute , vision alert with the twist of her head , hopping eagerly to investigate . and from the outside . . . perhaps urbosa had been onto something .

" -- what was that ?? " her ears perk , lips pointed to the sky . she has to strain her voice to fight over the music . and as she follows him , eyes still scan the sky above for where it went . . . clumsily bumping shoulders with strangers as she walks blind to anything else , " how was that toy capable of flight . . . are you a street magician ?? why , i've never met a street magician before , how did you do that ?? "

her questions never cease . and suddenly . . . she's forgotten that she's in a crowd .

Oh man, the girl was definitely out of her element here, wasn't she? The way she carries herself, the way she talks, Deidara gets the distinct impression that she's some kind of nobility. Besides that, she didn't feel like one of the Aercons, the natives. Seems like all types got dragged off to this place between places.

"Sure, gimme a second and I can find something, un. Not much one for crowds, yeah?" He reaches into his ever present clay pouch, grabbing a piece but letting his wide sleeve fall to cover the mouth on his hand as it molds a figure for him. No need to unnerve a lady who's already distressed.

"Here, I'll get you out of the crowd, yeah," he says as he offers his other arm, as if he's actually some kind of gentleman. Deidara can play the part, when he wants to.

A moment later and he flicks his sleeve back, a little clay bird perched on the back of his knuckles. It hops back and forth for a moment before it takes off, spiraling up above the crowd. Deidara starts off, following without looking up at it.

"Name's Deidara by the way, un. Pleasure to meet you, yeah."

[hyperfixated-artist]

That feeling when @toh-tagteam-au breaks into your house and holds your entire brain captive. Again. (We've all been there, right?)

Anyway, I am thoroughly Unwell so take this quick Tag Team!Grom sketch before I completely lose my mind :D

[the-lark-ascending69]

Lumity is very cute but it seems like the kind of ship that would have a fandom so toxic it'd make you dislike the ship in time and I think that's sad.

[magnusmodig]

unprompted / @mischiefmodig / always accepting !

In the spirit of this holiday, and because Loki is feeling extra he has purchased a very special product that he only had noticed today. Mostly because of the ingredients that it was made with. And even more special was the fact that it had been made into a delicacy that he knew someone, in particular, would adore. Loki bought this pastry as a gift. A sentiment, if you would of good nature... but it was anything but. ( though perhaps it was still of gaiety, even if strictly speaking it was out of curiosity of what would happen to someone who ate the thing ) And so he arrived upon Thor's door and knocked. In his hand, he held the box of Danish-style pastries with Logus Fruit Filling. Four of them to be precise. When answered, he presented the items to his brother, with hardly any emotion or tell. ❝ Here, brother. I saw them this morning and thought of you. ❞ The perfect test subject.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 door , he was less surprised to find loki behind it , and MORE surprised at the offering. his eye scoured the treats hungrily. danishes. his favorite. and quite lovely ones from the look of it. and still thor found them odd. loki was not the sort to dabble in apologies he did not mean. nor did thor expect to be graced by a sudden wind of familial kindness either.

their ships had blown too far away from one another to entertain that.

he would not leave them disregarded and left in loki's hand , but . . . ❝ brother , what so happens to be the occasion? ❞

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Coating Colors Day. It was something Vash had decided to observe from the side for the most part. Until some younger children who wanted to join in the fun decided to try and get him to play as well. Which he would, quite happily.

Vash was jumping and scrambling all over, making the kids work for their hits. He had ditched his coat and marksman glasses, leaving them with a kind elderly woman who was helping to hand out the balloons. He was dressed now in some work clothes which he didn't much mind getting stained or pigmented in various colors. They got dirty enough at the farms anyways so it really didn't matter.

He had taken a break, telling the kids that he'd just get some water and then be back to continue playing with them. At the moment he was was splattered with blue, orange, and yellow. He caught his own reflection in one of the shop windows along main street - it was strange to see his hair "blonde" again. The gunman leaned against a brick wall beside the tiny pastry shop. He observed everything from a relatively clear spot with a small plastic cup in hand. He spotted a familiar figure then.

Badou! That was a bit of a surprise… he wouldn't have exactly thought that the man was one to get mixed up in the paint-throwing event. Maybe other things but this seemed a little out there from what little he knew about the man. Regardless, here he was. The redheaded was wandering down the street. Vash raised a hand and called over the noise from his small space that was relatively clear of others.

"Badou! You playin' with the kids too?" Although the man looked far more haggard and weary than play might suggest. In fact it looked rather like he had been attacked by a gaggle of kids or teenagers.

@brokeassgoing || Amity Celebration - Coating Colors Day

[drunkelreporter]

"Hey, Star, have a look at this." Roberto hummed, pressing the newspaper he'd been reading while sipping his coffee out flat on the kitchen counter. Among all the talk of Amity Celebrations and all the events scheduled over the city was an advertisement talking about tapestries, woven from special threads only the Padedeu Temple had access to. Things that drew on memories of home and family and wove them into a real piece of art.

"Kinda interesting. Think I might go see about getting one made. Might be nice to have, especially with Wolfwood hovering around now. More often I can shove that he's adopted in his face, more likely he'll get the idea and stop thinking he's gonna protect me from himself or something." He checks the number written in the paper and, slowly since he's really still not used to actually using his phone, adds it in to his contacts.

"Looks like there's a lot going on this month. I'm gonna be busy writing stories. Guess this is why so many people wanted new spring outfits made, huh?"

@fangsanddaggers

[dragonhcrt]

@magiccuco

"What do you think? Does it fit your palette? Not too salty? A perfect balance? is there anything missing?" Marcellus has always been known to take constructive criticism when it comes to his dishes. He can't expect someone to enjoy his dish if he doesn't ask the people for their input after all.

"Hopefully the spice isn't too overpowering."