#king and coven

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Folklore Friday

Someday I'm going to finish writing this story. It would help if I could actually remember where I put my notebook that had the outline and third chapter in it lol

This is a bit from the first chapter, setting up the main character, Dantes. For context, rulers in the kingdom of Hieracium are elected, and each takes the family name of the very first ruler of the kingdom -- an unlucky woman who was volunteered for the job because she knew how to do math related to switching currencies and nobody else did. So the Ulfric Clan isn't a bloodline, it's more of a title.

His father and mother had raised him to work as hard as any farmer or farrier or fisherman. Their particular branch of the ever-growing Ulfric clan had not always been rulers, the late Queen Mother had reasoned, and there had been no guarantee that Dantes would be elected as Maya's successor when she retired. Better to be a Jack-of-all-trades than to find yourself out of work with no practical skills.

But Dantes was more than happy to pull his share of the weight in both the capitol and the city. Perhaps his advisers did tend to gently poke fun at his habit of treating the staff like housemates rather than employees trying to do their jobs. And perhaps some foreign dignitaries looked down on Hieracium a little for having a ruler who was willing to scrub flagstones and scatter reeds with the scullion staff. But the Hieracia people loved him for it. It was a reminder to those within their kingdom and those watching from without that rulers were only mortals, like their subjects.

Dantes had just finished setting a cauldron of water to boil when the head cook shuffled into the kitchen. He smiled at her, dusted off his hands, and began to measure tea leaves into an enormous pot.

“Morning, Mrs. Bolton,” he said cheerfully, “Were the dormitories warm enough last night? I saw frost on the windowpane this morning.”

The elderly woman wrapped her pink wool shawl a little tighter around her shoulders and sucked on her teeth thoughtfully before pushing past the king to add several cups of dried oats to the cauldron. Her hands were not as steady as they once were, and she looked altogether too pale.

“Here, give me that,” Dantes said, trying to take the next cup of oats from the cook. “Sit down and warm yourself before you freeze!”

“Leave off, you!” The cook retorted, gently batting his hand away, “I’m a grown girl, I can handle it well enough.”

She made a face as the last of the oats for the porridge disappeared into the water, and held her hands out to warm them over the steam.

“Truth be told,” she admitted, “Twas a mighty cold night. I can’t speak for the others, of course. But me and Mr. Bolton, we do chill easier than we used to.”

Dantes tutted sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear it,” he said. “I’ve heard that in Nermorn they’ve begun using little coal stoves to heat rooms without fireplaces. Shall I order some for the dormitories? I’ve heard they’re a little messy, but efficient.”

Mrs. Bolton patted his arm with the bold familiarity of one who had known him for most of his life.

“You’re a dear, your majesty,” she told him fondly. “Now you seat yourself! And, and, take some breakfast while you can, afore the rest of my kitchen miscreants wake to scrape the pot clean! I’ll not have it said of me that I let a king go hungry.”

“Yes marm,” Dantes chuckled. He let her push him to a stool by the fire -- no mean feat for a little old woman half his size -- and hand him a steaming bowl of porridge. 

It was bland stuff. Dantes waited until Mrs. Bolton’s back was turned, and tossed two handfuls of nutmeg into the pot. He swiftly brushed his hand off on his trousers, lest the traces give him away, but his attempt at concealment failed anyway.

The instant the cook smelled the nutmeg, she crossed her arms and sighed. “Now sire, you know we need that for baking! You can’t turn every staff breakfast into something fancy.”

“I can try,” the king retorted, with a most unkingly pout.

A few of the other cooks, bakers, and kitchen staff trailed in as the fire warmed the stones. They each greeted the king respectfully, then collected their bowls of porridge and drifted away to begin their morning routines. There was bread to be baked, turnovers to be filled, and enough food to feed a castle to be prepared.

“Colin, get another pot of porridge going,” Mrs. Bolton ordered one of her assistants, “Tis cold enough to freeze the marrow this morn. Make up ten bowls for Jemmy to bring up to the night watch -- and mind you don’t let certain individuals meddle with the recipe!”

“We’re down to one more sack of oats, marm,” the flustered man warned, “All the rest went into the oat farls last night. For the upstairs’ breakfast, remember?”

“Nevermind,” Dantes interjected, pointing his spoon in Colin’s direction. “I’ll see to it that we buy more the next time we ride through Ainselv.”

The king visited the city of Ainselv often. It was only four hours’ ride from Iconos, the capital of Hieracium. As it was a little newer than Iconos, and a little larger, it had a much nicer library, and much nicer merchant stalls. Being so close to the shores of Lake Striga, they had first pick of the goods shipped across the lake from Nermorn. Being further east, Iconos often got what was left over.

“Ordering food is the cellarer’s job, your majesty,” the Assistant Head Cook said in mild reproof.

“Well I’m in charge of all the jobs, aren’t I?” Dantes defended himself, “I can give the cellarer less work today if I like!”

“Sure, and you’re not only looking for new tomes of frightful tales, your majesty?” Mrs. Bolton’s assistant teased.

“Now see here, Mrs. Poppy!” Dantes laughed, then spent an embarrassing two seconds cleaning bits of porridge out of his beard. “See here! That was one time! Heavens, come home with a book instead of a bull once, and you never live it down!”

“Who forgets an entire cow?!” Mrs. Bolton called from the dough table.

“A bookwyrm, that’s who!” Dantes retorted. “I’ll make that oat order, never you fear. Besides, I may as well find something new for the court intendant to read.” He made a face. “She’s up all hours like an owl with those tawdry war romances. May as well find her something with a little more substance, eh?”

“I...don’t know that the Lady Hawksbit is the sort who would care for your tales of knights and monsters, sire,” Mrs. Poppy muttered, but said nothing more about it.

Dantes poured himself a mug of hot mint tea, wished the kitchen staff a pleasant morning, and excused himself. “Off to work!” he announced, “It’s Thursday: out-of-doors work today.”

“Ooo! Mind you wear lots and lots of coats, sire!” squealed a scullion's child on the way to breakfast, “Mother said it’s wicked cold today!”

“And she’s quite right!” Dantes answered. “Oh, Charley, tell the butler I’m requiring a rotation of breaks by the fires today, won’t you? We want no frozen fingers here! Laundry will keep until the sun is properly up.”

“Yes sire!” the child chirped, “If there’s to be lots of breaks, will we get to play in the snow?”

“That’s a question for your mum, not me!” the king called over his shoulder. He took the stairs two at a time and came out in a cozy parlor that had once been an office.

Dantes had never really relished the idea of doing his share of the kingdom’s bookkeeping in the same windowless room his mother had favored. He found it unbearably stuffy in the warmer months. Upon taking the throne, one of the first things he’d done was to make sure his private office had windows that could be opened in the summer. That did incur the risk of pigeons coming to investigate the budget, but there were worse things in life.

Dantes hastily sipped his half-cooled tea as he backed out of the study and made his way up the north stairs to the grand hall. On Thursdays, instead of hearing from advisers all day, Ulfric Dantes was more accustomed to holding court for only four hours. Ministers of agriculture, water control, public health, and other departments related to the kingdom’s overall environment would present their reports to the king during this time. If anything was amiss, the king would ride out to personally contact whoever had been placed in command over the town named in the report. Married rulers usually delegated this sort of thing to their spouses, as that was the job of the vice-rulers. But Dantes remained cheerfully and stubbornly single, and liked to take care of things himself.

Thursday afternoons were generally spent in one of Hieracium’s six cities, holding town hall meetings with city government and civilians alike. They usually had much more specific ideas of what the royal court could improve upon than the advisers in Iconos did.

And, thus far, none of the civilians had tried to badger the king into some kind of political marriage. That was another point in their favor.

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.

[wendigo-volturi]

Y/n: *sneaks into the castle at 2am*

Marcus: *turns in a chair* care to tell me where you were?

Y/n: I was with… Uh......A....Aro!

Aro: *also turns in a chair* Care to- *keeps spinning* Marcus I can’t stop the chair.

[puppyeared]

Callbacks to older episodes

[fanofspooky]

Scream Queen - Kathy Bates

[jjands]

I aspire to be one of those artists who obsess over a ship, thus gradually improving their anatomy and general art skills by drawing the said ship exploring each other's bodies every day

[radiance1]

A castle mysteriously appears in Gotham one night.

Nobody who noticed it knows where it came from, nor how it got there as it seemingly appeared overnight. It wasn't anything big, as far as castle's were concerned, it seemed to be on the smaller side of things.

However, no one could truly estimate it's actual size. For there seemed to be an ever-present fog that never seemed to stray past the castle's gates.

Just like the fog, you always seemed to hear the cawing of crows and the flapping of bats whenever you step close enough. Yet their visibility was kept hidden in the fog.

Appearances aside, there did seem to be something... off, about the castle and not just because it appeared from thin air, no. It seemed to have a distinct aura of something... other.

No one knew how to explain it, but they could tell there was nothing natural about it. There was something fundamentally wrong with the castle, it wasn't the way it appeared out of nowhere, nor it's appearance.

===

When Sam finally became an adult, she didn't have to think twice about moving out. It was a bit difficult, with her parents not wanting to let her go just yet, but her grandmother managed to persuade them, thankfully.

When she was younger, Sam had always dreamed of owning a castle. Though its appearance did change in her mind when she grew older, from pretty and pink to one of darker colors and crows, which is why she never got one when she was younger, she realized.

But now that she was an adult, what was stopping her?

Nothing, that's what.

So, Sam buys one that matches her tastes and moves in. There was a lot of space, far more than she really ever thought about and now had to find a use for.

Magic.

Was something that enthralled Sam ever since she was young, that and the occult as a whole. So, for a few months after moving did she try and get her hands on things like magical tomes, items, scripts and learn it.

Surprisingly, she was strongly successful in her attempts of learning magic. It was surprising to be sure, but now that she compares it to the portal to the afterlife, having a half dead friend and having hunted down ghosts, she realizes that magic wouldn't be that much farfetched in the equation.

A fair bit of her time now was spent covering her castle in wards, sigils, and runes, ones that would strengthen themselves over time, various protection wards and multiple others that she found useful. Most of them were ones that she found through text, though others were ones she personally made.

After she finished the entirety of the castle, she studied thoroughly to gain more knowledge and power for herself, she even made a few spells of her own along with various potions. Unfortunately, she was interrupted in her studies by various other witches, because apparently having such a powerful fledgling witch on her lonesome was too tempting of an offer to pass up for the nearby covens.

So she had to... move, before they tried to force her to join them. As for how, well, she moved her entire castle! What better way to refuse, really?

Unfortunately, it was her first time using such large-scale teleportation magic and she messed it up. Not that her calculations on where the castle was supposed to be were wrong, but while in the midst of moving through space she was... thrown off kilter.

She didn't even know how or what caused her to mess up. But her castle both was and wasn't where she wanted it to be. Her original destination was coordinates near Amity Park, and while they were on said coordinates.

This wasn't Amity Park.

To say she worried was an understatement. She scrambled to find something about where she ended up, and realized not only was she thrown off kilter, but she was also thrown off so badly that she ended up in an entirely different dimension. Luckily, she managed to make the philosopher's stone.

To say making it was easy would be wrong, for even she didn't know how she created it. It was by accident and for a while she didn't even know she had made it, when she had and tried to do something with it the stone had, uh, well.

It fused into her skin.

It had placed itself right over her face, on her chest, and it granted her immortality it seemed. Though that wasn't the effect she was currently thankful for no, the effect of making gold would be valuable to her, she wouldn't have the Manson wealth, but she could at the very least sustain herself.

For now, though, she did have her studies to get back to.

[volturiprincess]

Hey,

could you do something like the mate is not interested in any romance things and the Volturi are really romantic with them

Hello dear💙, sorry for the wait. I might of did some small changes but I still stayed on topic. I also did a combination of short one-shots and headcanon's. I was going to add Jane but I was not sure what to do for her. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼.

Mate Who Doesn't Enjoy Romantic Gentures

Warnings: language, mentions of violence (Demetri), I might of put Demetri on the spotlight (not in a good way, again I apologize, love him😅)

Caius:

Hmmm, odd, it's cloudy and perfect for a walk with my mate and yet he is nowhere to be seen. Well I guess I will have a walk on my own. As i'm walking through the long halls, I soon feel a familiar presence on my side 

“You know I don't like it when you do that”

“I know and yet you never get mad”

We walked to the gardens in silence, something about the gardens with this type or weather just makes me feel relaxed. As we arrived I felt the cold breeze of the air weave through me. As if on cue he grabbed my hand and interlocked our hands. I pulled my hand away, not that I don't mind hand holding, but I don't want this to turn romantic.

“Do I disgust you or something?”

Oh no my love, I sided eyed him while he stared at me. 

“No it's not that Cai, it's just I don't want our outing to get–um…”

“Spit it out love, no need to beat around the bush”

“I just don't want this to turn romantic okay”

“Oh? Why?”

“I just want a nice quiet evening with you”

“Mmmm”

I went over to the rose arch that I caught myself spending hours admiring each and every one. I was so focused that I didn't notice the fairy lights and the beautiful sight of my mate holding a rose out to me. I just stared at him with a blank face. What should I do? I already told him countless times that I don't like to be romanticized. But he looks so perfect right now, and the small lights make his eyes sparkle in the softest ways possible. So much for being the ruthless king, he still knows how to make a simple day feel like a chapter out of a fairytale. 

I walked away and went to another section but he grabbed my hand at the last minute.

“Don't you dare walk away”

“Caius let go”

“Not until you tell me what you want me to do”

“What?”

“Your my mate, you know I love you, and i'm trying to be affectionate with you, but you are giving me nothing to work with”

He makes a point, the countless expensive jewelry, the bouquets and the most romantic trips one can only dream about. I always faked a smile when he makes such gestures, not that I don't appreciate his effort but I just don't like to be wooed like that. 

“Caius? You know I love you, right?”

“Well you make it seem I'm underappreciated”

“I'm sorry I have made you feel like that, that has never been my intention, but I have told you before I just don't like romantic gestures like that”

“You have but what I don't understand is what you actually want me to do”

“One of my favorite things about you is when you and I talk about anything, whether it be about history, the arts that lead to debates, I just love talking with you, I guess you can say that’s the most romantic thing you could do for me, talk”

“So let me guess this right, talking is the way to your heart?”

“I guess you can say that, my love language is talking about what others would considered ‘boring’ “ 

“I see, I can do that, I actually enjoy are times of talk”

He gave me a small smile and pulled me into a small hug that I returned.

Felix:

Oh no, another box of roses with chocolates. And is that a note I spot? I read the note first

“My little rose, my little love, you have my heart”

Wow, I'm speechless. He always does this, I mean I appreciate what he does but I don't even know how to take this in. Don't get me wrong, I love how cute he is when he sends me stuff like this but I don't really like gestures like this. Even if I don't like this kind of stuff, I like how when I see him later on in the day he has a cheeky smile and casually asks if anything interesting happened today (as if he doesn't already know). It's his smile that warms my heart. I might not like all his romantic gestures, but his smile is all I need in my life.

Or seeing him workout and or training newborns, there's just something so satisfying yet weirdly angelic in the way he moves. Yes he's a big guy, with muscle that can crush your head instantle, and has the title of ‘the executor’, but he moves with grace in a way. When he's throwing a newborn across the room, he does it accordingly and swiftly, it's not awkward or hesitant. I know he’s been doing this for centuries but at this point it really is  like second nature to him. 

I placed the boxes on our coffee table and lay in bed, waiting for him to return from some meeting the guards had today. Soon enough he arrived with that mentioned cheeky smile and something behind his back. I raise an eyebrow at his mysterious behavior but he just sits on the edge of the bed gazing at me like I'm the only girl in the world. 

“Soooo I see you got the gifts?”

“I did” “You like them?”

Such a darling of a mate and I have to break his unbeaten heart by saying I don't. I honestly don't deserve him. He deserves someone who treats his acts of love with the same type of love, but romantic gestures don't sit straight with me with all honesty.

“I…” I twiddle my fingers in a nervous way “didn’t”

I hesitantly look at him to be faced with a dropped face, his smile gone and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You didn’t? Did I do something wrong? What is it that you don't like, it's the roses right? Gosh I knew you didn't like roses, I told Demetri you didn't but he insisted you did and the chocolates well I know you liked them you enjoy eating them in your time of the month and you eat it on a daily basis so I just thought it would work and well-”

I grabbed his hand to give it a small squeeze and well to stop his cute rambling session that made me feel guilty. He looked at me with soft eyes as I reassured him

“Felix honey, I'm going to have to stop you there, look as cliche as this might sound, its me not you”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well yes I do love roses, not to receive them actually but I could stare at them for hours to see there spirals and to draw them too, as for the chocolates I love that too, you always know which one’s I like the most but I just don't like romantic gestures”

 “You don't? Well why didn't you tell me, you know I would hate to make you feel obligated to accept my gestures or to make you uncomfortable” I really don't deserve him, he's the sweetest of the sweetest.

“I know I should of said something sooner but the thing I loved to see was your cheeky smile, the way you would smile more on the days you would leave a gift or be romantic would just make my day”

“You like my smile? Well that's something I don't hear everyday”

I felt my heart break slightly at his confession, centuries of not experiencing love and not receiving compliments on something he wears so well. I gave his hand a small kiss that he returned with his said smile.

“I'm sorry I didn't say I don't like romantic gestures, they never sat straight with me and believe me in another lifetime I would loved to be serenaded by your gestures”

“I know little rose, but what would like for me to do for you then or what are you comfortable with”

“Well never stop smiling that's for sure” his smile widen slightly at the mention “But my version of romantic is when you ramble to me about your day, how a certain newborn was a pain in the ass to you or how Demetri somehow managed to lose his footing during combat training, your absolutely a darling of mate when you ramble, one of the hundreds of reasons I love you”

“You never fail to amuse me with your words, my little love, I will take what you said to me and put into action for you, but could I, you know, maybe just give you a single rose then, maybe one that has a lot of interesting spirals?”

“That’s fine by me Fe”

Demetri:

Hello!!! He's a casanova of a Vampire

Nobody just gets that name, he got it for a reason 

When you came into his life, his mission was to show you  love in every way 

Trips to secluded beaches, to the most romantic cities in the world to even trips to the Volturi’s private island 

Those are just trips, the gifts he showered you with would put Eros himself to shame 

Rose petals would be around your guy’s shared chamber, with the most expensive wine he could get his hands on and your favorite chocolates (he would do that once a week at least)

You have told him to tone it down a bit, you even mentioned even some fuzzy socks would be fine by you (according to him “Those are hardly romantic enough amore”)

After months of being romanticized in the most extravagant way by him and not really showing much enthusiasm toward his effort, he became conflicted 

Is it too much? Has he gone overboard? Talk to him already? He’s freaking out? He’s panicking internally too, oh no his walls are closing in, the world is spinning faster, he can somehow hear his unbeaten heart beating fast, all of this is happening to him and yet he shows no emotions

“Demetri? You good?”

“Fuck off Felix” (Ouch that hurt, why must he be rude to my hunk of a vampire, look at Felix’s sweet face, he does not deserve this type of attitude from his best friend)

Demetri stays in a bad mood for a while, but he sneaks in some sweet talk towards you and manages to leave little homemade gifts for you in places he knows you would find it

And yet none of that seems to work to get you to react ‘appropriately” (his thought)

He thinks you just don't want him or love him the way he loves you 

He grows more restful and his hidden sadistic side starts to creep up more often when he's training with Felix

Felix as always worries for a long term best friend, why is he like this? Never in a hundred years have I seen him so hungry to rip a newborn's head? So desperate?

It seems its just got so bad that he finally approached you 

“Is it me? Am I the problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I tried everything I have known about romance and you just brush it off, you don't even genuinely like what I do, you always fake a reaction”

“I guess I was not convincing enough then?”

The way his face feel when you didn't even deny his accusation hurt him more than it needed to be

He was about to make a run for but you grabbed his hand 

“I didn't mean to say it like I don't appreciate what you do for me or if I love you, gosh Demetri I love you more than the ocean needs the moon”

That caught him off guard indeed, you love him that much? So then why have you been so weird with him about his gestures?

“I guess I should come clean, but I haven't really been the type to enjoy romantic gestures,  it doesn't fancy my feathers, I should of told you from the beginning but I just didn't know how”

“I see, so it was never me then, oh cariño you should of told me sooner, I would of loved to have a conversation with you about what you like and don't like, we are mates after all, I want you to talk to me about anything that comes into that pretty head of yours”

You confess you actually did like his little homemade crafts, to his paper butterflies, to his pipe cleaner rose, there was nothing romantic about them but it warmed your heart indeed 

Alec:

Look when you two became mates, it was a bit strange and a little awkward to be honest 

That phase only lasted a week and half because you soon found out he loves to read as much as you 

You bonded over books and that's what made your mate bond grow strong 

You two didn't really do your typical romantic thing, he didn't get you flowers or gifts or sweet talk you, and you loved that about him 

Sure he would casually quote cute lines from your latest read or from your favorite poetry but you were fine by that

Life was fine like that, until Demetri happened (man i'm just picking on him lately, what is my deal with him lately, sorry:)

Demetri has been watching over your guy’s relationship, mostly watches over Alec (Alec remind Demetri of a long forgotten person he knew but he couldnt put his finger on it)

He suggested to Alec to get you flowers, and to recreate some scenes from your books, one them being a little candlelight dinner on a boat with sea themed decor 

Alec at the time thought it was a great idea at first until he saw how you slightly cringed (but hid it right away) at the sight of him by the mentioned dinner

He thought maybe he got something wrong and then he started to feel awkward, he started to feel like a foolish teen all over (that was an era of his human life he wanted to forget)

So with Demetris help he got more ideas of other romantic gestures 

But the more he did more stuff for you, the more you pulled away from him slowly 

You tried to go along with it but you didn't feel comfortable, after each encounter you felt your bond with him shift, there’s awkwardness all over again, as if you were meeting for the first time 

It was like this for who knows how long, with apology gifts (all more romantic than the last one) that unfortunately didn't work  

So he came up with a better idea he went up to you with Lei of Lotus Blossoms and asked for a minute 

“Alec is it what I think it is?”

“Yea just like from the book”

“What are you trying to say”

“Well look you and I are new to this whole bond, we are still figuring things out, but I know one thing for sure is out mate bond was perfect before Demetri meddled in”

“Demetri?”

“He might of given me pointers to woo you”

“I should of known, made sense why you suddenly got all Mr.loverboy”

“Yes well I soon noticed you are not quite fond of that, now are you”

“Your assumption is true”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was unsure in how to tell you without hurting your feelings”

“Cara, I think I can handle the truth, and if I didnt I could of just used my ability on you” he finished that sentence off his devilish smirk that never fails to make you smile

“Wiped that smirk of Alec, now why the Lei?, gifts in our book always had a reason behind it”

“Well from what i learned from this lotus is mostly to represent rebirth or purity but for me it means I want to rewind our bond back to when we were both happy with each other”

“I would like that”

“Me too”

And from there the mate bond was rewinded and everything just clicked like together like a puzzle

[bishie-in-tamriel]

~𝘈 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳~

[radioactivepeasant]

Zekiel, an important secondary character in King and Coven

I realized I really like the Studio Ghibli style for him

[grandcovenant]

who's pulling the strings of the puppet king?

[wendigo-volturi]

Marcus: *cleaning Y/Ns wounds after she got into a fight*

Y/N: *Sitting with her head down*

Caius: So....did you win?

Marcus: CAIUS!

Caius: what? I need to ask

Y/N: *looks at caius* of course I won

Caius: that's my girl

Marcus: don't encourage her

[sn0wp1anets]

ive been rewatching alot of x-life stuff recently and joel talking about being a fan of hermitcraft and not knowing the hermits very well and not thinking hed ever be invited feels so insane

[puppyeared]

Remember how they pointed out that Palistrom wood was becoming rarer? Because Belos kept over harvesting it and not giving it time to grow back?

The University’s tree is blue. Its a big ass Palistrom tree

[the-dawn-star]

Hello! I just had a thought about the Volturi king Aro! I was thinking to myself about the Volturi kings (as I do because I love them) and I was thinking of Aro a lot I was thinking about what he would do if his mate LOVED to hear him speak Italian and when he would speak Italian his mate just stare at him like "WOAHHHHHH" You know? I was wondering what you think the kings (and others in the Volturi) reaction to their mate loving it when they speak Italian would be like? Feel free to ignore! This is just something cute I thought of! Much love and support!! :3

A/N: I don’t know Italian so be gentle with my mistakes! And also, I know nothing about learning new languages (it took me so long to learn English). Also, thanks for the ask! 

-S 

+200ish words.  

Aro... 

Aro loves that you are so intrigued by him speaking Italian. I mean he lives to impress you, so this isn’t something to miss.  

He has proposed to teach you Italian, so you could have any idea what he was saying but at the same time he doesn’t want the magic to disappear by you understanding what he says.  

Aro also enjoys the fact that him doing such a basic thing makes you go all heart eyed.  

Caius... 

Caius is kind of weirded out by you loving to hear him speaking Italian.  

But he also loves to make fun of you for not understanding what is strange because he was the one so excited about you moving to Italy. 

If you were to start learning Italian, Caius will make fun of you for not being fluent in seconds (don’t worry he will give you private lessons if necessary). 

Marcus... 

Marcus finds your intrigue kind of funny. It’s the fact that him just speaking gets you so invested even if you don’t have any idea what is being said.  

Is very adamant about you learning Italian as well so you could understand him and be part of the fun. (Also, I think he really appreciates learning new things and wants you to enjoy the process as well.) 

Marcus has read to you multiple (short) books in Italian, but you really haven’t picked the language from those. (You are too concentrated on Marcus’s voice.)

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So one of those abandoned stations on the conclave is definitely the witch of the wild west right

Cowboy witch …