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monkeydluffy19920 · 5 years ago

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I also noticed he’s wearing the circles like Nami does. Is there a reason for those circles?

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Greetings @icantthinkof1posts and many thanks for the submission :) I’ve never paid attention to this detail while watching Heart of Gold-tv special before so thanks for pointing this out! Now that I look at the jacket pattern it surely reminds me of Nami’s skirt and jeans’ circles and after browsing her outfit gallery in One Piece fandom wiki it seems like these circles appear in many of her outfits:

The reason how those circles ended up in Sanji’s jacket in Heart of Gold probably remains a mystery forever but it indeed is a nice detail from the perspective of shipping. However, I think it is partly a coincidence, they both enjoy fashionable clothings and maybe they like same clothing brands. An interesting topic and for example my fellow shippers @pernanegra [x] and @sanjiafsincedayone [x] have written nice thoughts about clothing related to Sanji x Nami for Sannami week- event.

But in general, it’s actually pretty interesting to notice that Sanji and Nami indeed do seem to have some similarities and/ or “parallels” when it comes down to their style and clothing. For example in the following cases there seem to be something:

Sanji’s Alabasta’s outfit

First one might be very far fetched but I admit when I first saw the desert outfit after a long while, the sun on his sleeve reminded me of the logo of the Sun Pirates and guess who was part of the Sun Pirates? Arlong and then who was working under Arlong? Nami!

It’s hard to say did Oda-sensei mean any foreshadowing in this but now to think about the connection to the Sun Pirates came up later in the story line when Jinbei revealed to be close to Arlong.

Sanji knew about Nami’s backstory because Nojiko told it to them earlier when Nami struggled to fight against Arlong’s terror. She didn’t know Sanji knows so she was probably surprised why it was difficult to Sanji to face Jinbei’s confessions.

Actually the Nami’s backstory that returned in Mermaid Island arc turned unexpectedly into a parallel at the latest in Zou arc where Nami became the one who learned about Sanji’s backstory (well there was also Brook and the others but the point is, they both know their backstories)

A bit similar pattern in shirts

Before the Strawhats arrived to Alabasta, Nami wore this colorful heart-patterned shirt and later she changes it to the black/blue bikini top. Sanji also switches his outfit in Skypiea to this red-shaded and flowery patterns too that are a bit similar to Namis (who knows, maybe the same brand?)

Punk Hazard style

Sanji’s winter outfit after the main adventures in Punk Hazard is stylish and has Nami’s colors and those S-patters partly resemble Nami’s iconic pinwheel tattoo. Her jacket instead follows a bit of Sanji’s suit jacket style (with 6 buttons)

Of course those swirls in Sanji’s jacket and in Nami’s could also represent the symbolism behind their names. My fellow shipper @eleamaya wrote a interesting analyze about their names: Sanji = whirlpool // Nami = Wave both things are linked to swirls.

The swirls can also be symbolism for Sanji’s curly eyebrows and now to think about, the symbol of the Arlong Pirates reminds a bit of a whirlpool if one looks quickly.

wearing blue and orange

There are obviously dozens of outfits Nami has worn but one thing that crossed my mind after browsing the One Piece’s fan gallery was that she wears a lot of blue, either the top or the bottom part which is nice because blue is a nice color.

(and yes I am color blind, I can’t distinguish blue and purple-ish well *laughs*)

Also Sanji likes to wear blue but also he has worn a lots of shades of yellow/orange. Shipwise this is an interesting thing to notice because their theme colors are blue and orange. Eleamaya linked it to the colors of the sunset which has these two very colors and she also pointed out there the common link in their names (related to the element of water).

(btw @sanjiafsincedayone‘s post about orange and blue sums ups well this theme)

ties

Both Nami and Sanji have been seen wearing ties both in canon and in Color Spreads, if we return into a earlier subject, Nami wears blue again in Water 7.

Offering the suit jacket to the lady

Sanji is a gentleman so it’s natural nice gesture for him to offer his jacket. First time he offered it to Nami when they survived the ordeals in Little Garden. Nami’s reaction was annoyed.

Later he gave his jacket when they were freezing in Punk Hazard’s cold side. Then Nami’s reaction was more friendly (she seemed actually be surprised about him doing it again). This is most likely because they’ve known each other for a longer time in Punk Hazard arc.

Number 3 in clothing

There has been great analyzes about this topic but to sum it a little bit: Oda-sensei has given each Straw Hats a “theme”number that is based on their birthday and names, Sanji’s is 3.

He has worn number 3 in his outfit in Whole Cake Island arc in flashbacks when he was a child, mostly so their father and his minions could distinguish Sanji and his siblings. Nami as well has worn number 3 in Water 7 arc. Actually Luffy has also worn numbers in the flashback arc. but they are linked to his own birthday as far as I remember, Nami is only strawhat who has worn numbers “just for fun” so far but correct if it’s false.

Of course it might be that since Nami was the third one to join the Straw Hats, her number also is therefore 3 which could be the reason why Oda-sensei made her wear that in Water 7.

clothing details in official art

@sanjiafsincedayone also wrote posts about the colors blue and orange and how they appear in One Piece. Oda-sensei likes to share his official One Piece art in Color Spreads between the chapters and in art collections (Color Walks) and once these are published, we fans then enjoy to find details that match to our OTP.

Here are some of the stylish details that has been pointed out in Sanji x Nami posts about official art:

- similar/matching accessories

One thing Sannami fandom has pondered together is that they like to wear accessories, for some reason there has been a couple of drawings where the accessories are very similar to each other

(the picture below with giraffe theme is from Color Spread chapter 357 and the picture below with similar flowery necklaces is from Color Walk 5)

(They both seem to really enjoy wearing necklaces)

(and who knows, maybe that necklace that appears in Color Walk 4 could be the same as in chapter 357)

When it comes down to similarities, there has also been same styled wristbands in chapter 878′s Color Spread

and sunglasses in the Color Spreads of chapter 941 and 835

Sanjiafsincedayone pointed out also that Nami seems to like to wear blue colored kimonos in Color Spreads

A couple of times Sanji and Nami either wear the same patterns in their clothes (i.e chapter 507)

or one wears swirls and the other rings (Chapter 937)

- character shirts, a (far fetched) foreshadow?

In chapter 692′s color spread Sanji wears a shirt where there is a character who l1ooks very much like Nami (with all the bikini top-style and curly hair)

Nami has actually worn character shirts as well, in chapter 578′s Color Spread. If the theory would be far fetched then we could imagine that picture in her shirt could be referred to Alabasta arc (because of the cactus and desert) where he referred himself with a codename Mr Prince.

If we wanted to put this thought of this even more trickier we would think about Sabo’s background as a noble who never wanted to be a noble and ran away, just like Sanji did so that picture on her shirt could be also a parallel

but since the guy looks more like Sabo perhaps it was more likely foreshadowing to Dressrosa when the Luffy’s long lost brother made a comeback.

And now to think about, Nami’s outfit in chapter 771′s and 588′s Color Spreads could have foreshadowed the upcoming art since Sanji also wore ruffle-styled shirt before the tea party? (and actually, Nami’s WCI arc dress had ruffles too).

fun fact: Robin’s outfit in that Alice in Wonderland themed Color Spread was very close to what Sanji wore in WCI)

sweet escape

The gingerbread theme in chapter 902′s color spread was cute and as a shipper the view of Sanji and Nami sharing the same pattern icing/frosting/topping is cute (there were other Straw hats too in that picture but their patterns were different).

Movie 2 Clockwork Island

Last but not least in the list is One Piece’s second official movie. Yes, it’s a movie and therefore it’s non-canon but I find it interesing that out of all outfits and characters, Nami and Sanji are dressed as they could walk to the wedding aisle any minute. What makes it even more amusing is that Usopp and Zoro are dressed more traditionally and could bless their union *laughs*

And after the Whole Cake Island’s and Thriller Bark’s events and marriage theme that is quite a parallel in total (first Nami being the damsel in distress who needs to be saved from a forced marriage and then later Sanji being forced to marry because of his father’s policies) the more funnier the link between the arcs and movie 2 feels (since there is too Nami being kidnapped and almost forced to marry someone she doesn’t want and the movie’s promo picture includes a bridal carry)

When it comes down to the concept of the word canon, It really depends on the shipper which is counted so called shipwise-material. For some everything is potential but dor some, only manga as canon counts and therefore everything else like side stories (fillers, movies), merchandising (ads etc.) is shipwise just so called “nice extra” (like some of these examples mentioned before) since these filler-stories and movies are still mostly handwritten and directed by someone else than the main mangaka. Obviously Oda-sensei is the main supervisor and is very strict about what should happen and what not and he might do these detail things just for fun and it’s us reading it as signs for OTP. So all in all, as always said,

as much as we like to seek for details to support the ship, it’s all about interpretation ;)

#one piece #nami #sanji #sanami #sanji x nami #sannami #otp #mellorine #long post #luffy #zoro #usopp #nakama #submission #analyze #//sorry got carried away *laughs*

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d3-iseefire · 5 years ago

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A Very Frosted Christmas

Merry Slightly Early Christmas! :D This is my Christmas fic. It is angsty, cause it’s me, but also fluffy! :D I hope you enjoy and that you all have a wonderful holiday season!

A Very Frosted Christmas

Bilba sat on the edge of the dresser, arms crossed, and did her very best to glare Gandalf into waking up.

Honestly, his job was at least partly dependent on her happiness, wasn't it? How dare he sleep through her anguish?

The edge of the dresser was cutting into the bottom of her legs so, with a huff, she crossed them and propped her bottom foot on the knob of one of the drawers. It allowed her to lift the back of her leg just enough to relieve the pressure and created a very pretty drape of her dress across her bare legs.

It was a pretty dress too, so certain relations who would remain unnamed could just stuff it. It was made from heaps and heaps of lace and gauze that fell in uneven layers of pale blue, white and lavender down to a handkerchief hem that swished and swirled quite dramatically about her knees. The collar ran in a very flattering line across her bust, if she did say so herself, before ending in two loops that draped on her upper arms and served no purpose whatsoever aside from looking pretty.

She'd added a silver snowflake necklace, earrings and bracelets, all of which served to bring out the sparkling, silver streaks in her hair -- currently elaborately arranged in waves and loose curls and stuff -- and also brought out the silver flecks in her eyes. She'd even gone so far as to add makeup, which she rarely did, purple eyeshadow and a plum lipstick and she looked good, damn it.

She looked her best because a certain someone she'd been dating had been acting extra nervous of late and had told her he wanted to talk to her when she got back, and she just knew it could only mean one thing.

She'd spent the two weeks she'd been gone fantasizing about the moment he would get down on one knee and she'd practiced her reactions until she'd explored and considered every way it could ever take place.

Every.

Possible.

Way.

Except one apparently.

Suddenly annoyed at Gandalf's absolute refusal to obey her mental commands at him to wake up already, she pointed a finger and sent a blast of ice-cold air at him.

Gandalf let out a shout and sat straight up in bed, covers crumpled about the long nightgown he liked to wear because he was tragically lacking in any basic sense of fashion. For heaven's sake, he wore a nightcap with a pom-pom on the end with it. Who did that? What if there was a fire and he had to go running outside without getting a chance to change? It'd just be...embarrassing.

He'd seen her and was now staring at her in confusion, still only partly awake. Bilba arched an eyebrow and carefully schooled her expression into one of total innocence.

"Bilba," Gandalf said finally. "I see you've returned from your trip. Back to nipping noses now, are we?"

"I do not nip noses," Bilba said shortly, tossing her hair back over one shoulder. "That was my predecessor as you well know, and I'm sure the only nose he nips anymore is that snow queen he shacked up with."

Gandalf looked amused. "I'm fairly certain he married her."

"Yes," Bilba said slowly and carefully, "and then they shacked up. And now I'm in charge and have to let everyone call me by a stupid name because apparently 'Jack Frost' is more interesting than Bilba Baggins."

She used air quotes as she said the name, to punctuate just how stupid she thought the whole thing was.

"It does fit the lyrics of the song better," Gandalf said in amusement as he shoved the blankets away and climbed out of the bed. Bilba pushed off from the dresser and landed with barely a sound on the thick rug that dominated his floor. It was red, green and white and sported images of reindeer, candy canes, and all manner of assorted Christmas...things.

"I hate your rug," Bilba announced, even as she sank her toes into the plush fibers. "Why are Christmas colors red and green anyway? It's winter, Gandalf. The colors should be blue and white and such. Winter colors."

She waved a hand at the rug and watched in satisfaction as the colors and pattern shifted until it showcased a proper winter wonderland, complete with snowflakes, bare trees and a frozen pond.

"No figure skaters?" Gandalf asked, bemused. "That's a fairly traditional winter activity, if I'm not mistaken."

"You're very much mistaken," Bilba countered, crossing her arms in annoyance. "In fact, I've decided ice skating is much too dangerous a sport. From now on, I intend to refuse to allow water to freeze enough to allow it."

"Do you now?" Gandalf idly grabbed a robe, white and red because no one in the entire stupid village wanted to accept that other colors existed. She watched as the old man headed toward the shuttered windows, and her eyes widened slightly in alarm. With a huff, she whirled about and pretended to be avidly studying one of the many letters or pieces of artwork tacked to the wall. Gandalf always had an endless number of them, written and drawn by children from all over the world who simply adored the fact that, once a year, a total stranger broke into their homes to leave them gifts. Apparently, the promise of free stuff covered over a multitude of felonies.

She heard Gandalf pull open the shutters, and then give what was clearly an overly melodramatic sigh. "Are you sure you'll all right, my dear?"

Bilba spun on one heel and glared at the whirling snow outside the window as if it had personally offended her, which it most certainly had. As if in answer, a section suddenly cleared directly in front of the glass, though everything around it was still a sheet of howling wind and ice. "It's a storm, Gandalf," she said shortly. "They happen sometimes. It's not always my fault."

"I never said it was." He closed the shutters and turned to face her. "But, I also know that, on occasion, they can reflect your mood."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Bilba said airily. "My mood is perfectly fine, I'll have you know." Her throat clogged unexpectedly, and her vision started to mist. She inhaled sharply and put her nose in the air. "Whatever. I don't care anymore."

She marched to the windows and threw them open to a storm that was now howling twice as badly as before. The wind and cold barely affected her, or Gandalf for that matter, but she felt a sting of guilt at the way the letters and pictures on the wall were suddenly being ripped right off his wall and swirling around. Gandalf lunged to grab them and, with a sigh, Bilba stepped out of the window and allowed herself to dissolve into a cloud of sparkling dust.

***

"Are you planning to return my chair at some point, or should I simply place an order for another one?"

Bilba's only response was to lean back further in the chair, until the leather and gears for the wheels creaked in protest. Seriously, who needed a chair this big? It was massive, made from solid leather, which probably freaked out the reindeer now that she thought about it, and she sank so far into the seat it was almost impossible to get her legs up to brace her feet on the desk.

Almost impossible.

She was nothing if not dedicated, even if it meant she was leaned back at a truly uncomfortable angle and was limited to mostly staring at the ceiling.

It was a nice ceiling, all things considered. She was idly disappointed that no one had bothered to carve it with pretty, albeit entirely unnecessary, Christmas themed images that no one would ever see without getting a serious crick in their neck.

Thranduil cleared his throat loudly, and Bilba heaved a sigh. "Go away."

"I can't," Thranduil said. "It's the day before Christmas and I have things to do, which means I need my desk." He was silent a moment. "The desk you happen to currently be occupying."

A slightly bitter smile crossed Bilba's face. "Are you suggesting I'm in the way?"

The wooden shutters in the room rocked violently, wind from the storm raging outside threatening to rip them from their hinges.

"Bilba--" Thranduil said, voice suddenly softer. "Are you quite all right?"

Bilba laughed. "Why does everyone keep asking me that? It's a storm." She dropped her feet off the desk and sat up. "And it's not like you care anyway. You just want it to stop so it won't get in the way of your precious Christmas, isn't that it?"

Thranduil's eyebrows drew together. "Bilba--"

"I don't want to hear it!" Sudden anger surged through her and Bilba jumped to her feet, hands clenched in fists at her sides. She pointed a finger at him as cold air swirled, sending her hair blowing about her face and her dress twisting around her legs. "All you care about is getting me to behave! I'm sick of it!"

The air swirling in a funnel about her blew outward. The stacks of paper on Thranduil's desk burst out in all directions and his precious chair tipped over entirely and skidded across the floor to hit the wall with a bang.

Bilba stared at it all, wide-eyed. Thranduil opened his mouth to speak, his own eyes wide, but Bilba didn't give him a chance.

For the second time that day she dissolved into a swirl of simmering dust only, this time, she decided, she wouldn't go to Thranduil's office or Gandalf's or home or anywhere in between.

She was just in the way, so she'd go where she couldn't bother anyone.

***

Frerin whistled idly under his breath as he worked on the leather strap spread out on the table in front of him. Once he'd finished carving snowflakes, candy canes and bells it would go into rotation as a new set of reins for the reindeer. Practice reins, unlikely to ever be used on Christmas which meant they didn't technically have to be carved, but Frerin felt if something was worth doing, it was worth doing right.

His back was beginning to cramp from being bent over the table so long, so he took a moment to set his tools down and straighten, putting his hands in the small of his back and arching to stretch out tight muscles.

His bed, the only other furnishing in his room besides the table and a dresser, caught his eye and he wondered if he could get a quick nap in before finishing. Thorin generally wanted them to work in the stables to avoid this very thing but, surely, if he was quick enough he could get in a nap and still finish soon enough to avoid getting caught sleeping on the job.

He set his tools down and started to slide off the bench, only to stop mid-move as he heard the sound of footsteps from outside his room.

A moment later the door banged open and Frerin found himself facing his brother, sister, nephews, Thranduil, and an assortment of other elves and family members.

None of them looked particularly happy.

Thorin had his arms crossed and was glowering. Granted, he usually glowered, especially at this time of year, but it seemed far deeper and more intense than usual.

Frerin's eyes narrowed in question. "Is there a problem?"

Thorin started to answer but, before he could, Dis stepped forward with a sigh. "Was it really necessary to upset Bilba?" she asked.

"And did you need to do it on Christmas Eve?" his youngest nephew added before cutting off at a growl from Thorin.

Frerin shook his head. "Bilba? What's wrong with Bilba?" As far as he knew she was off visiting her family. She'd been excited about it. Her parents had passed away years ago, leaving her to be passed amongst family members who, for the most part, treated her like a burden. This visit was the first time she'd be going back as the new Jack Frost and she'd gleefully told him how they'd be so proud, and how she'd finally be accepted for the first time.

"The problem," Thorin growled, stepping forward, "is you chose to get involved with her, and now millions of children could wake up in disappointment because you couldn't hold off your spat until tomorrow."

Frerin's jaw tightened. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Bilba and I haven’t been in a fight. I haven't seen her since she left." He'd been counting the days for her to come back in fact and, as far as he knew, she wasn't due for a few more days. Long, agonizing days.

Originally, he'd thought to let her focus on her family and then propose when she got back. The stress of waiting for her to return, however, had been near unbearable and he was deeply regretting having not just talked to her

There was silence from the group in front of him. Then Thorin stepped forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward. Bewildered, Frerin didn't resist as he was marched out from his room, down the hall and to the door that would lead outside.

Before they even reached it, Frerin could hear the sound of wind howling just outside and a cold feeling of dread settled into his gut. He tugged free of his brother's hand, strode forward and wrenched the door open.

An ice-cold blast slammed into him with all the force of a solid wall. Outside, he could see nothing but howling white, filled with flittering flecks of ice that pelted against him like miniature hailstones. The strength of the storm stole his breath away and sent his heart plummeting to his feet.

"Bilba," he whispered.

Then, before anyone could stop him, he did the only thing he could think to do.

He ran straight out the door, and into the raging storm.

***

Bilba was dancing.

Sort of.

She sped easily across the top of the snow and ice, magic sending her along as if she wore skates or skies strapped to her feet. She moved slowly, spinning and twisting as the urge took her, barely aware of the storm around her.

She leaned back, arms open and head back, and closed her eyes. The wind seemed to gather under her, buoying her as if phantom arms held her.

Maybe it was better this way, she thought. Phantom arms couldn't drop her. Snow could never leave her, and ice couldn't cut her. She could just...stay here and...

"Bilba!"

The sound was faint, carried by magic and wind from somewhere far away. It wasn't even something she heard so much as it was a perception, the barest recognition that something was different, standing out in what was more or less the static shriek of ice and wind.

"Bilba!"

Her eyes opened.

"Bilba!"

Bilba snapped up straight and her entire body froze. breath caught in her throat. "No," she whispered.

"Bilba!" The voice sounded frantic, and also faint, weak.

Fading.

"Frerin." Bilba whispered, and then again, but this time a shriek of pure fear. "Frerin!"

Then she was gone, leaving nothing but the storm in her wake.

***

It happened so quick Frerin almost didn't register it.

One second he was down on one knee, arms crossed over his chest and shivering so violently he thought his body would simply shatter and fall to pieces around him. He'd run out in a pair of close-fitting trousers, fur lined knee boots, and a fur lined tunic and vest but he might as well have been naked for all it was helping him. He'd lost feeling in his extremities almost at once and every breath felt as if he'd inhaled knives into his lungs.

Something swirled around him, pressing in against his body as if it were hugging him, and then the world dissolved about him.

A second later he found himself on his knees in his room, a roaring fire blazing in the fireplace.

"Frerin?" Bilba dropped to her knees in front of him, bracketing his face with her hands. Her voice was shrill with panic and her eyes were wider than he'd ever seen. "Frerin?"

She vanished, and when she reappeared she had blankets and a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. She wrapped the blankets around him and pressed the cup into his hand. "Are you okay?" She sounded near tears, running her hands up and down his arms to try and warm them. "What were you thinking? What were you doing?"

"Looking for you," Frerin managed to grit out through chattering teeth. Feeling was beginning to return to his limbs, and he grit his teeth against the pins and needles feeling. For not the first time, he was grateful that dwarves ran so hot as it'd protected him somewhat outside and was allowing him to recover twice as fast now.

He became aware of Bilba kneeling in front of him, hands clenched into fists on her thighs and head down. She inhaled shakily, and he saw her lift a hand to wipe at her face. "Sorry," she whispered. "I just seem to be screwing everything up today." She pushed to her feet and clasped her hands in front of her. "I won't bother you, or anyone else, anymore. I promise. I'll just...go somewhere else."

She started to walk past him. Frerin's heart seized in his chest and he suddenly knew without a doubt that if he lost her now he'd never see her again.

With a curse he dropped the cup, shoved the blankets off and lunged forward to grab her hand. Feeling had mostly returned, but not entirely, so the move was less than pleasant but he grit his teeth and tightened his grip on her hand. "Wait. Please."

***

Bilba tensed.

"It's fine," she said shakily. "I get it. You don't have to say anything."

He grunted and then pulled to his feet, towering over her. "What's going on, Sweetheart?"

Bilba flinched at the term of endearment. She tried to pull away, but he simply caught her other hand and pulled her closer. She could just vanish if she wanted, just dissolve and melt away but she knew she if she did...that would be it.

Just...it.

It was stupid because it was already over and staying or going wouldn't change anything, and yet...

And yet.

"Come on." Frerin led her over to the table, put his hands on her hips and easily lifted her to sit on the edge. He hooked his hands under her knees and tugged her forward until her legs were on either side of his hips, planted his hands on the table so he was bracketing her and leaned in to look her in the eyes.

Well, he tried to look her in the eyes anyway. Bilba refused to meet his gaze, choosing instead of focus to her left on nothing in particular. "I get it," she whispered again. She put her hands flat on his chest as if holding him back though she applied no pressure. "Please just...don't."

He lightly nudged the side of her head with his own. "Don't what? Talk to me, Sweetheart."

She pressed her lips together and shook her head. Her vision watered and she clenched her jaw. She really didn't want to cry.

Frerin reached up to lightly wipe away an errant tear tracking down her face, and then gently took her chin in his hand and tugged her face around to face him. As soon as she did, he leaned in and, ever so lightly, kissed her.

That was followed by a second kiss, and then a third. Bilba's eyes slid closed of their own accord and she tentatively slid her hands over his where they were still planted on the table. After a few seconds she started to work her fingers up his forearms, over his biceps and shoulders until she finally wound them around his neck.

He put an arm around her, splaying his fingers across her back and pressed forward, arching her back until she had to put one arm down to brace on her elbow.

After several long minutes, Frerin slowly pulled her upright again and broke off the kiss to press his forehead against hers. "Well, that answers that question at least."

"What question?" Bilba asked.

His lips quirked in a slightly self-deprecating expression. "Whether you still wanted me or not."

Bilba's eyes widened. "How can you even say that? Of course I still want you!"

He chuckled. "You say that, and yet you're the literal embodiment of winter while I'm--" here he straightened to hold his arms out to his side to indicate his clothing and room -- "basically a stable hand. Your predecessor married royalty."

"I don't want royalty." Bilba grabbed his tunic and tugged him back in close again. "I just want you." Her voice wobbled on the last and she suddenly blurted, "Lobelia said--"

She snapped her mouth shut on the last. Frerin grabbed her hands, tugged them free of his shirt and pulled her arms back around his neck. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and pulled her in close. "What did she say?"

"That you went on a date," Bilba said softly. "You went ice skating and that you had been dating, and you had said you wanted to talk to me when I got back--"

He let out breath and hugged her suddenly, tight. He buried his face against her shoulder and for several long second simply held her. Finally, he pulled back and lightly kissed her. "There was a group of us that went, a large group. She was there but I was no more on a date with her than I was with Kili or Thorin or anyone else that was there." He frowned and his voice grew softer. "Sweetheart, you know better than to listen to her. What's going on?"

Bilba shook her head. "I never asked for this," she whispered, her throat tightening. "I don't know why the magic chose me, but it did and now we never see each other and you're here all alone and--"

"And more than content to wait for you," Frerin cut in gently. His lips thinned. "Your family didn't accept you, did they?"

Bilba flinched and looked down. Slowly she shook her head. "They said--" She took a shaky breath and tried again. "They said such horrible things," she said, her voice cracking on the very last word. She'd expected them to be excited, happy. Proud of her. Instead they'd been angry, belittling. They'd told her she didn't deserve it, that she'd simply make a mess of it all. She opened her mouth to speak again, only to shake her head again as words failed her.

"Ah, Sweetheart." Frerin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. "I'm so sorry."

Bilba sucked in a sharp breath and buried her face against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her fingers into the back of his shirt.

They stayed like that a very long time.

Bilba finally pulled back, wordlessly accepting the handkerchief that Frerin handed her and using it to wipe her face. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right." Frerin stood up straight again and absently put his hands on her legs, running his fingers lightly back and forth along the underside of her thighs. "You should just curse them with eternal winter and call it a day."

Bilba let out a startled laugh. "Maybe."

"No, maybe about it," Frerin growled. "Next time I'm going with you, all right?"

Bilba nodded shakily and managed a weak smile. "All right."

"All right," Frerin repeated. He hesitated. "You have family here, you know. There's no reason to go back and subject yourself to that."

Bilba wrung the handkerchief in her hands where they lay in her lap. "What was it you wanted to speak to me about?"

It wasn't entirely changing the subject, just redirecting it, especially since there was still a small part of her stomach that was tight with worry over what it was he wanted to say to her.

Frerin unexpectedly pulled one of her legs up, pressed a kiss to her kneecap and then went to his dresser. "I'd planned to do this differently, but now is as good a time as any."

He turned and came back to her. Then, just before he reached the table, he suddenly dropped to one knee. "I'm really bad at speeches," he said with a lopsided grin. "So I'll just get to the point." He held out his hand, and there was a ring pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "Bilba Baggins, would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?"

Bilba sucked in a sharp gasp. Then she carefully inched her way forward, dropped off the side of the table and fell to her knees in front of him. The ring he held was beautiful, sapphire and diamond shaped into a cluster of flowers on a silver band. "Did you make this?"

"That I did," Frerin said. He grinned at her. "What do you say? Want to be Bilba Durin instead of Bilba Baggins?"

Bilba made eye contact and, with a suddenly shy, smile nodded. "I would, very much so."

His entire face relaxed into one of relief. She lifted her hand and he slid the ring on before dragging her forward to kiss her again. Bilba bracketed his face with her hands and kissed him back before sagging against him.

Frerin got to his feet, pulling her with him, and then guided her over to sit on the edge of his bed. "Why don't you stay in here and rest for awhile? I'll make sure no one bothers you."

Bilba nodded. She did feel tired. The blizzard might have been a response to her emotions, but it had still relied on her power to hold its strength. "Do you promise to wake me up in time for tonight?"

Frerin knelt and grabbed her hands, thumb lightly tracing over her ring. "Yeah. I will."

Bilba nodded. "I'm sorry for causing such a fuss."

"It's all right." Frerin brushed back a strand of hair from her face and stood back as she lay back and curled on to her side. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Bilba nodded and closed her eyes.

She was asleep almost immediately.

***

"Are you sure we should wake her up?"

Frerin rolled his eyes at Kili as they walked down the corridor. "Unless you want Gandalf delivering presents without any way of clearing the weather then yes."

Kili frowned. "I'm just saying if she's still upset..."

"She's fine," Frerin said shortly. "Relax."

They reached his room and he carefully opened the door. Bilba was still in his bed, curled on her side. She looked impossibly small like that and Frerin repeated the promise to himself that he was going to kill her idiot relatives for the way they treated her. Gandalf already intended to leave them all with a big heaping bag of coal, which was a good start.

Frerin sank onto the bed beside her and shook her arm gently. "Come on, Sweetheart, time to get up."

Bilba muttered and rolled away from him. Frerin tried to wake her up again, only to have her weakly slap at his hands. "Noooo, go away."

He chuckled and carefully rolled her onto her back. He slid his arms under her and, in one smooth motion, lifted her. She grumbled, wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck.

"Let's go," Frerin said to Kili.

He nodded and they headed out into the corridor. As they did, Bilba mumbled and then lifted her head to rest it on her arm, eyes open and staring hazily at the wall. Frerin hefted her higher in his arms and she yawned before wiggling slightly. "I can walk, put me down."

Frerin stopped and obeyed, wrapping his arms around her for a few seconds until she got her bearings. Once she had Bilba absently raised her arms and a swirl of magic raced around her from foot to crown of head, leaving her refreshed and put together in its passing.

She slid her hand into his with a shy smile and Frerin grinned back, intertwining their fingers and tightening their grip.

Together they headed out where everyone was already gathered to see Gandalf off. He was in the center of the group, seated in his sleigh with the reindeer readied before him.

Around them all were mounds upon mounds of snow and Bilba cringed slightly at the sight of it all.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly to Gandalf as she approached. "I let my emotions get the best of me."

He gave her an indulgent smile. "It's quite all right, my dear. We are all more than our titles, are we not?" He nodded at her hand. "I see congratulations are in order."

Bilba flushed and nodded happily.

"About bloody time," someone who sounded a lot like Dwalin muttered from somewhere in the crowd.

Bilba took a deep breath. "Would it be all right if Frerin came with us?"

She felt Frerin start next to her and wrapped her free hand around his arm.

"I don't see why not," Gandalf said indulgently. He lifted the reins, waiting for her.

Bilba gave Frerin a nervous look. "Do you want to go with us?"

Frerin's eyes positively lit up. "Absolutely."

"Okay." Bilba tugged him forward and allowed him to help her onto the bench seat behind Gandalf. He joined her and she curled against him, relaxing as he wrapped an arm around her.

The sleigh lifted slowly, pulling upwards into the sky, along with Frerin, they waved as the crowds diminished below them.

"I'm going to go back to sleep," she mumbled, snuggling into Frerin even harder. "Wake me when we hit bad weather."

Frerin kissed her on top of the head and pulled her in closer. "I will."

Bilba smiled and sighed in contentment. Though the day hadn't started well, it couldn't have ended any better.

Well, she supposed it could have if she'd had a chance to short sheet Lobelia's bed before they'd left. Still, the night was young, and she was nothing if not resourceful.

She was Jack Frost after all.

#Writing #My Writing #Fanfic #Angst #Fluff #Christmas #Hobbit #Female Bilbo Baggins #Frerin #LOTR #Tolkien

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nadziejastar · 6 years ago

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"She’s a Mirror That Reflects You”

And Xion was a girl Roxas cared about, which made her like the girl Sora cared about. She was a reflection of Sora’s memories. “That’s why his recovery is stalling,” Riku went on. “They have the part that’s most precious to him—his memories of Kairi.”

Xion prevented Sora from waking up because she was siphoning off his most precious memories, which were the key to his awakening. She was also acting as a mirror—a puppet who was merely reflecting his most precious memories of Kairi.

He’d been dreaming. It left him in terrible anguish—a nightmare about his two best friends torn away from him because he was too weak to protect them. Because he had lost the use of the Keyblade.

He wondered if Xion had that same helplessness when she couldn’t use her Keyblade. Roxas got up and stared into space. He felt so…heavy. So tired and listless. Like he hadn’t slept at all. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

Was it because of the dreams? But he dreamed all the time. Even if he couldn’t always remember them so vividly, the dreaming was nothing new.

His reflection in the mirror was no different from usual. Maybe his eyes were a little red—probably because he was so tired.

Roxas couldn’t recover because there was a puppet draining him of his strength.

“Ugh, I’ve got enough on my plate.” He groaned, imagining Saïx’s face if he reported all this.

Those days as a trio had been so wonderful. Why did this have to happen? The memory of his heart twinged. Had the breakdown of a friendship always been this painful? It was hard to tell when he didn’t have a heart anymore.

“Don’t wanna get up…”

But he dragged himself out of bed, taking a huge stretch and cricking his neck. He had to get to the Grey Area early if he wanted to talk to Saïx. Most likely, today would be another bad day.

It’s basically what Organization XIII did to Axel, too. They replaced Isa with Saïx, a puppet created from Isa’s memories. Axel was the Organization’s puppet like Sora would have been if his memories of Kairi had been replaced with Naminé. And I would argue that Saïx was doing the exact same thing to Axel that Xion was doing to Roxas. Unbeknownst to him, his strength and energy were also being drained from him by the puppet.

Outside the window, the moon—the heart-shaped moon—floated. Axel watched it, still sprawled on his bed. There was still a little time before he had to leave on his mission.

To gather hearts, to have hearts of our own, to not let the heart mislead us…

For these past few days, I’ve been thinking about the meaning of Xemnas’ words. To not let the heart mislead us? What does that mean? Whenever I’m alone, these thoughts just float around in my head the whole time. I don’t know why I have to think so much about it. I bet the other Nobodies don’t.

The heart… emotions. I think about their origins. Contemplate it. Reason about it. When did I start doing this?

The truth was, Axel knew when. Maybe I’ve been pretending I hadn’t noticed.

This is a passage from the novel. It’s on Day 117 ~Secrets~. It’s the night before Day 118 ~Lazy Day~. The day Axel spent all day of their vacation in bed sleeping, before joking about his dark secrets to Roxas and Xion.

Yeah… I started thinking about this stuff when Roxas—no, Roxas and Xion joined the Organisation.

Those two had lobbed so many questions at him as they grew as Nobodies. Was it just their curiosity that had him thinking so much? But it hadn’t started when they joined the Organization. It was after he’d gotten to know Xion, after Castle Oblivion.

Anyhow, I have to admit that something is changing inside of me. Before this, I wouldn’t have thought about those kinds of things. Changing… why am I changing?

I called it ‘contemplating’, but it’s just rambling.

Axel felt the waver of an unexpected presence, and sat up in bed. “Don’t just barge in here—you could at least knock,” he said, in a displeased manner.

It’s also the day Axel complained in his report that Saïx was the one who changed, not him.

Saïx was standing next to the bed. Axel looked away from him and stared at a speck on the wall. However, seeming to not notice Axel’s attitude, Saïx began to speak in his usual tone.

“How has Xion been acting?”

“S’not like I’ve been keeping watch in particular, so I wouldn’t have a clue,” Axel answered in a sulky tone.

“You seem quite close,” Saïx continued.

For a moment, Axel thought about the reasons Saïx could have for being so interested in Xion.

I already know why Roxas is special. The Nobody of the Keyblade Hero is going to be special.

But, I still don’t have the information to decide how Xion is special compared to other Nobodies. I wanted to know, but now I already understand that it would be useless to ask Saïx to tell me.

“What, am I meant to report even that to you? If you don’t need anything, get out,” said Axel, getting up out of his bed with a violent movement.

Speaking of changes, my relationship with Saïx has, too. I think it’s changed slightly since I’ve had time with Roxas and Xion. I couldn’t really say how, though.

Even in this scene, what’s going through Axel’s mind is that his relationship with Saïx has changed. It’s written to be mostly similar to the game, but there’s an interesting addition to this scene...

“You and Xion are on the same mission today.”

“Thank you ever so much for going to all the trouble to tell me that,” Axel answered, facing the mirror and starting to get ready.

“I need you to go to Castle Oblivion again soon.” Saïx glared at Axel’s reflection, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

“Orders from ‘Lord’ Xemnas?” Axel asked, lips curling.

...A mirror. And I’m sure that was done with very much symbolic meaning in mind.

Saïx didn’t reply to that. “That castle still has secrets. Even there, there are unknown places—”

“Unknown places?” Axel interrupted. He turned his gaze back on his own reflection in the mirror. “You’re talking about that chamber. I’ve scoured the place and I haven’t found it. It won’t be discovered that easily.”

The tension in Saïx’s pursed lips slackened a little. “Very well, I’ll tell you something you’d like to hear. Xion was born in that castle. Just like Naminé was, in that castle.” Saïx was silent for a moment. “The place Naminé and Xion were born—sounds like a place you’d like to go, am I right?”

That’s bait. But there’s no skill in simply taking the bait.

Axel snorted and turned to Saïx. “Well, well, well… it sounds like the one who wants to go to that castle isn’t me, it’s you, am I right?” Axel said, as he stepped past Saïx, out of his field of vision. “Cause if you go to the chamber that Xemnas is searching for—you’ll figure out his true goal, right?”

Because he’s finding it increasingly hard to recognize Saïx as Isa anymore.

“The Chamber of Repose, and its twin, the Chamber of Waking,” Saïx began, back still turned.

“Xemnas has a goal that he hasn’t told anyone. A clue towards it should be in the Chamber of Waking. If we can get our hands on it, we’ll have the advantage in every conceivable way—for our goal, too.” At that last word, Saïx turned and looked at Axel.

I know… our goal. That part won’t change.

Axel sighed, and said, “Vexen and Zexion were in your way. That’s why they were taken care of—so you’d reach the top of the Organisation, right?”

It’s almost like I’m telling myself this.

Because he’s not Isa. He’s Xehanort masquerading as Isa.

Us not having hearts doesn’t mean our behavior means nothing.

It doesn’t mean we can’t think. Doesn’t mean we don’t have goals. Acting for the sake of those is something both humans and Nobodies share.

“I do the dirty work, so you better get to the top.” I’m not lying when I tell him this.

Axel looked as Saïx. Saïx stared back.

Yeah… we have a goal. That part won't change.

Saïx turned his back on Axel.

“In a few days, you’ll be sent to Castle Oblivion on a solo mission. Be expecting it,” said Saïx, leaving the room.

Alone, Axel clenched his fists, and followed Saïx out of the room.

Axel is just as much trapped by an illusion as Roxas and Sora. An illusion that keeps him trapped by his most precious memories. But the mirror has to break at some point.

Xion got up and looked in the mirror.

It’s me. Nothing new.

After getting ready for the day, she went to the Grey Area and found Saïx and Xigbar there.

Xion also had a habit of looking in the mirror. The first time she does, Xigbar and Saïx are there.

Xion washed her face and looked in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary about her reflection.

I’m the same as ever.

Then she left her room and headed for the lobby. Depending on when she showed up, she would run into some of her coworkers and miss others. Today she found no one there except Saïx and Xigbar.

Xigbar and Saïx are there again the second time, too.

Xion got up and took care of her morning routine in front of the mirror in the corner of the room.

I’m the same as ever.

And yet, I’m not.

She stared hard at the mirror’s reflection. It showed…someone else. But she knew who it was.

The boy who looked like Roxas.

For a moment, she lowered her gaze, then looked again.

Just her.

Her and her identity crisis. Xion laughed at herself.

I have time here. Riku gave it to me.

But not forever. I’ll ruin everything if I stay. I have to decide…before the Organization decides for us.

The third time, she’s alone. Something’s different. She doesn’t recognize her reflection for a moment. This is the day she runs away in Wonderland, and Xigbar and Axel are there. This is also the day Axel told Roxas that Xion was a mirror. I’m excited to see how the KH3D novel writes this scene when it’s localized. It think Axel looking at his reflection while wondering where Braig and Isa were was...intentional, to say the least.

#kh meta #kh axel #kh saix #kh leaisa #kh akusai

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perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @ohbeeone to answer 85 questions about myself, thank you! :)

last

1. drink - peppermint tea 2. phone call - my cousin--finalizing our plans to stay overnight at a local bed & breakfast, just for the heck of it (it was super fun) 3. text message - a photo (from my cousin) of the back of my hair right after she styled it 4. song you listened to - "This Is Not a Test” by She & Him 5. time you cried - About a week ago, and I’m still not entirely sure why. Sometimes you just need to cry for no reason, you know?

ever

6. dated someone twice - I’ve never dated someone once 7. kissed someone and regretted it - no 8. been cheated on - also no 9. lost someone special - yes 10. been depressed - I’m not sure. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - No. (I’m starting to feel very boring, but hey that’s okay!)

fave colours

12. light pink 13. dark green 14. lavender

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - Yes! 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried - yes 18. found out someone was talking about you - Not really, other than overhearing my boss talk to her clients about me once or twice when I was out of the room (but she only said very kind things). 19. met someone who changed you - Hmm...I don’t know. 20. found out who your friends are - I never know quite what this question is supposed to mean? 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - no

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - I’m not on the Facebook at the moment, but I think when I was I knew all but one of my friends there in real life. 23. do you have any pets - a sweet, strange little toy poodle named Suki and a canary named Sweetie (although both of these pets are technically my mom’s) 24. do you want to change your name - I kind of feel like my name is too elegant to really fit me, but I still wouldn’t change it. 25. what did you do for your last birthday - My parents took me to dinner the night before, and then on the birthday my aunt and cousin came over and we painted pumpkins and it was super fun! 26. what time did you wake up today - 7:30-ish? 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - watching the 1951 Alice In Wonderland 28. what is something you can’t wait for - This darn headache to go away, I’m a little worried I’m coming down with the flu, like this afternoon when I was driving my cousin home I felt really carsick and I was the one who was driving?? 30. what are you listening to right now - clocks ticking and the occasional car driving past 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - Why yes, I say hello to Mr. Bombadil all the time when I drive past this really hilly spot that reminds me of the Barrow-downs on my way to work. 32. something thats getting on your nerves - Things feel kind of tense in my household right now, and I’m not sure why, like I’m wondering if some kind of argument happened when I was gone or something? And being around other people’s emotional tension, whether real or imagined, sometimes makes me irritable. 33. most visited website - Tumblr or Gmail 34. hair colour - brown 35. long or short hair - I like both, but the rule seems to be that when my hair is short I want it to be long, and vice versa. 36. do you have a crush on someone - I feel like Febs’ answer very much applies to me as well: “i develop and discard crushes with wanton abandon” 37. what do you like about yourself - I’ve been feeling very not confident lately, so I don’t really know. 38. want any piercings - I think nose piercings are so cute, but I’m too much of a coward to get one. 39. blood type - No idea! 40. nicknames - Jul or Juls 41. relationship status - single 42. zodiac - Scorpio 43. pronouns - she/her 44. fave tv shows - Poldark, Little Bear, Lizzie McGuire, Hannah Montana, NCIS, American Idol (almost all of these are old shows that I used to watch, I guess I don’t watch that much TV anymore?) 45. tattoos - none yet 46. right or left handed - Mostly right-handed, but there are a few things I’m left-handed in (mainly softball way back when I did Little League). 47. ever had surgery - just my wisdom teeth when I was 17 48. piercings - just my ears 49. sport - I don’t really play them or watch them (except for some cycling races that I watch with my dad). 53. drinking - The only alcoholic drink I’ve tried and liked was one of those Mike’s Hard Lemonades; I actually tried a tiny bit of red wine this weekend and it was super gross-tasting, I’m sorry. 54. i’m about to watch - the insides of my eyelids, I’m exhausted 55. waiting for - I’m not sure, but probably something! 56. want - more motivation to eat healthier foods 57. get married - I want to, but it’s not likely and it’s not something I need to be happy. 58. career - hopefully dog grooming

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hugs 60. lips or eyes - eyes 61. shorter or taller - taller 62. older or younger - older 63. nice arms or stomach - arms 64. hookup or relationship - relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant - neither (but if I had to choose I would say hesitant)

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - no 67. drank hard liquor - no 68. lost glasses - not permanently, but yes 69. turned someone down - I mean...kind of? 70. sex on first date - I’m one of those wait-till-marriage people. 71. broken someones heart - no 72. had your heart broken - no 73. been arrested - no 74. cried when someone died - yes 75. fallen for a friend - When I was a lot younger (like in grammar school haha) I has crushes on a couple boys I was friends with, but now I’m more neurotic than I used to be and the idea of men anywhere near my age knowing I exist gives me the Anxiety and I can barely speak to them, let alone become friends with them, let alone become friends with them and fall for them :/

do you believe in

76. yourself - It depends on the day. 77. miracles - yes 78. love at first sight - probably not 79. santa claus - I never believed in Santa Claus, but I did believe in the Easter Bunny because my friend at school emphatically assured me he was real. 80. kiss on a first date - If I were going to go on a date, I think I would want it to be with a guy I’d already become really good friends with, so...maybe? (But probably not.) 81. angels - yes

other

82. best friend’s name - I don’t really have one 83. eye colour - depends on the lighting, at different times they can look blue, grey, or green 84. fave movie - At the moment I want to say The Voyage of the Dawn Treader? Like there are things about it I would absolutely change, but I feel like the emotional tone of it is so joyous and alive and it makes me cry happy tears and I just love it. 85. fave actor - I don’t think I really have one?

I’m tagging: @porcelainfeather, @canadiangold, @thenorthlights, @the-stars-descend, @oenothera5, and anyone else who would like to :)

#again a reminder that there's absolutely no pressure to do something i tag you in if you don't want to <3

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rebeckaomalleywriter · 7 years ago

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Tag Game

I was tagged by the ever lovely @winnieleighwrites. Thank you : )

what’s your favorite song(s) to sing/hum?

I’m not sure I have a favourite. I sort of go through phases with my singing- I listen to a lot of music, I hum to everything, and I studied singing for years, so I kinda sing everything as well, if it is in my vocal range. Lately I have caught myself singing Lost in Paradise by Evanescence quite frequently.

what are your favorite flower/tree/plant (all 3 or whatever you have an answer to)?

Hmmm. I have a soft spot for roses. I love willow trees- sitting underneath one on a riverbank, with a picnic, a good book, and my husband would be the best afternoon. I am also very fond of bottlebrushes because, here in Australia, they attract lots of lorikeets and possums!

favorite colour(s)?

Lilac and baby powder blue.

what do you always doodle (if you ever do)?

I’m not great at doodling, but usually it ends up being weird faces, stars, love hearts, or Mickey Mouse.

how do you take your coffee/tea? If you don’t like those what’s your fav warm drink?

I drink lattes like it’s going out of style! If I am having it at home, I just use one of the sachets. At a cafe, I have it with one sugar. I never used to like coffee, but when I started dating my now husband, when I was 16, he took me to a cafe, and ordered me a latte, for the mild flavour. It is amazing how much of my life he has touched and shaped.

favorite candle scent?

I am partial to vanilla, and sandalwood. It depends on my mood.

sunrise or sunset?

Sunset. I love watching the sky change from the light blue of the day, transform into this kaleidoscopic flurry of pinks and oranges, and finally, become the velvety night.

what perfume do you wear if any?

I don’t wear it often, but I wear Lush’s Vanillary. I am allergic to most other perfumes. I think the synthetic stuff especially.

what’s your go to dance move when you’re alone?

I’m really not much of a dancer. But when I’m at home listening to music, I do notice my head bob along.

favorite quote?

Will song lyrics do? This is from Nightwish’s Song of Myself.

Paper is dead without words Ink idle without a poem All the world dead without stories Without love and disarming beauty.

It really sums up my thoughts about stories, music, and words.

favourite self care thing(s) or routine(s)?

I try really hard, but I am not great with self care. My depression tells me I don’t deserve to feel good sometimes, my anxiety freaks out that I’m being lazy. But, with my mental health, and fibromyalgia working in tandem, I do need to take time to get myself feeling better. So, I usually read (since I am working toward my own novel, and reading has always been a large part of my life, I don’t feel too guilty about it), or, if I am unbelievably anxious, I play Elder Scrolls Online. Of course, I feel guilty for a lot of the time I play, but it does have a soothing quality. I also do some stretching for the fibro, though I wouldn’t rank that as a favourite activity.

fuzzy socks or house slippers?

Slippers. I hate socks. I feel really uncomfortable and claustrophobic when my feet are confined by socks or shoes, or even tightly tucked blankets.

what colour are your eyes?

Mostly a light blue. They do have a grey tone as well, especially when you get closer to the white of my eyes. And, around the pupil, there is a brown ring. It’s kind of difficult to describe properly, but generally, blue will do!

what’s your favourite eye colour on others?

As they say, eyes are the windows to the soul. I don’t have a preference in colour, eyes are beautiful for more than just the colour of the curtains. If you are perceptive, and you take the time, you can see so much of someone in their eyes.

favourite season? why?

Spring. There are romantic reasons, and practical reasons. The romantic in me loves the flowers blooming, the leaves turning green, the wildlife prospering. I love it when a bird swoops my hair, to take some for their nest. I love it when my husband tucks a flower behind my ear. I love reading outside on mild days, my cat asleep beside me. Spring reminds me of my wedding, which was, you guessed it, a Spring wedding.

Practically, the weather is generally agreeable, and so I am usually in less pain during Spring than any other season.

cheek, neck or nose kisses?

Cheek kisses are magic. From each person you receive one from, the feeling is totally different. Your partner, your parents or siblings, your best friend, close friends, your children. They can all kiss your cheek (if you’re comfortable with that, of course), and convey so much meaning in such a simple show of affection.

On the other hand, if I don’t know you well, and you try to kiss me or hug me, prepare for me to stiffen like a board, and remember to be a bit more cagey next time I see you.

what does your happy place look like?

It is my dream house. Not too big, but not too small. A lovely kitchen, with a window leading into the dining room. The living room is next to it, filled with the most comfortable furniture you could imagine. There is a guest bedroom, which usually functions as my office/home library. A bedroom for my husband and I. The walls are lilac, and there are fairy lights everywhere. A bedroom for our child. I always imagine a daughter. A bathroom, with a deep, comforting bath, and a big window that opens up to the stars. A small back yard, filled with roses, trees wrapped in yet more fairy lights, lanterns dangling, a fairy garden.

favourite breed of dog?

I love Pomeranians. They are so cute and fluffy. I’ll probably never own one though. If I get a dog, I will be adopting it from a shelter, as I did with my cat.

do you ever want to be married? If so what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?

I married in October of 2013. It was a beautiful day.

We didn’t really do a colour theme. We had an Alice in Wonderland themed wedding, as it is my favourite book. I wore a baby powder blue dress for Alice. My husband wore a purple vest and top hat, for the Mad Hatter. The best man wore a black suit with a red tie for the King of Hearts, and the maid of honour wore a red dress, for the Queen of Hearts. My sister wore dark blue for the Caterpillar, and my husband’s uncle wore grey, for the Gryphon. My cousin wore purple, for the Cheshire Cat, and our friend wore white, for the White Knight (from Through the Looking Glass). Our celebrant wore bunny ears, with a pocket watch, as the White Rabbit. And the guests really wore whatever they wanted, though we did suggest black, white, and red, for the Playing Cards.

silk or lace?

Silk I suppose. Lace is pretty, but it can be itchy.

favourite weather?

A nice, warm, Spring day. One where you can sit in the sun without sweating, but you can slip into the shade and not shiver.

I am tagging @annjonesbooks @cadewrites @books-and-cookies

#tag games #tagged #games #this was so much fun!

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determinedtoaster · 8 years ago

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I was tagged by the cutie: @goldendaydna Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people THE LAST: 1. Drink: Orange juice  2. Phone call: Shelby  3. Text message: If my mom ever did something like that I would sooner jump out a window than have to deal with that. 😂 4. Song you listened to: Subeme la radio by Enrique Iglesias  5. Time you cried: like a week ago. HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: technically, yes. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: never been kissed, so can't really tell ya.  8. Been cheated on: nope 9. Lost someone special: haven't we all? 10. Been depressed: oh boy, yep.  11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yes. The being drunk part was fun. Throwing up, however, not so much. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Green, purple, yellow. IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yep 16. Fallen out of love: oh yeah.  17. Laughed until you cried: almost on a daily  18. Found out someone was talking about you: yep.  19. Met someone who changed you: yes.  20. Found out who your friends are: yeah  21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope. GENERAL:  22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them 23. Do you have any pets: 3 cats and a few fish.  24. Do you want to change your name: not really, but sometimes I think about it.  25. What did you do for your last Birthday: had a party  26. What time did you wake up: 8am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: reading gay FanFiction cause I have no self control and really need sleep.  28. Name something you can’t wait for: to turn 18  29. When was the last time you saw your mom: like 3 seconds ago.  30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I would go back and not let certain people fall out of my life.  31. What are you listening right now: French pop music  32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes.  33. Something that is getting on your nerves: when people don't message you back for hours when your trying to make plans that are very time sensitive  34. Most visited Website: either Tumblr or AO3 LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: I have one on my neck, I think?  36. Mark/s: I have a few scars from various individual incidents (I'm a klutz) 37. Childhood dream: to be a race car driver.  38. Haircolor: light brown.  39. Long or short hair: short  40. Do you have a crush on someone: yep.  41. What do you like about yourself: I'm a very easy person to talk too.  42. Piercings: none, yet.  43. Bloodtype: idk  44. Nickname: Ally, Al, Allison Wonderland.  45. Relationship status: Single af.  46. Zodiac: Cancer  47. Pronouns: She/ her.  48. Favorite TV Show: Burn notice  49. Tattoos: none, yet (I have a list of tattoos that I want)  50. Right or left hand: left  51. Surgery: eyes (twice)  52. Hair dyed in different color: blond, red and black (for like 3 days)  53. Sport: Karate, Soccer, Skateboarding, Emotional parkour  54. (question wasn’t here) 55. Vacation: Hawaii.  56. Pair of trainers: idk. MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: Bacon  58. Drinking: Anything with caffeine in it.  59. I’m about to: run errands  62. Want: to go back to bed.  63. Get married: maybe someday, if I can get my shit together first 😂 64. Career: Aerospace engineer WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: never been kissed, so I gotta go with hugs.  66. Lips or eyes: eyes  67. Shorter or taller: taller (mostly because I'm a small bean of a person.) 68. Older or younger: 2-3 years older, 1-2 younger is my age range.  70. Nice arms or nice stomach: stomach, cause abs.  71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive  72. Hook up or relationship: idk, depends  73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: nope.  75. Drank hard liquor: yes.  76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: All. The. Damn. Time.  77. Turned someone down: yes.  78. Sex on the first date: eww, nope.  79. Broken someone’s heart: maybe? Idk  80. Had your heart broken: oh boy, big time.  81. Been arrested: nope  82. Cried when someone died: who doesn't?  83. Fallen for a friend: oh yeah. DO YOU BELIEVE IN:  84. Yourself: sometimes.  85. Miracles: depends.  86. Love at first sight: works for some people, but not me.  87. Santa Claus: not anymore.  88. Kiss on the first date: yeah? OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: which one? I have like 5.  91. Eyecolor: Blue  92. Favorite movie: At the moment it's the new power rangers movie. tagging:

#I lose my glasses too often

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twistedtummies2 · 3 years ago

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Okay, so you've magically gotten the resources, time, and skilled developers you need to create your dream game, what would it be? It can be any genre (fighting, platforming, open world), starring your own original ocs you've had for a while or completely new ones made just for the game. Or a game adaptation of a movie,show, or novel, or even a sequel or spinoff of a video game franchise. Or you could just tell us about both options if you want.

I think someone has asked me this question before, but I'll answer again, since it's been a while if so. If I had the chance to make any video game in the world, it would be one of two things. Both of which are adaptations of earlier works, and both are SLIGHTLY on the obscure side. Only slightly though. LOL

First up is The Shadow. The Shadow is a character who started off as the narrator for a crime/mystery program. The character became so popular, he was turned into the protagonist of his own pulp magazine series, and then a new radio show all about his adventures. Since then, he has mostly survived in comics, and has passed through various publishers over the decades - both DC and Marvel owned him at different points, and he is currently the property of Dynamite Entertainment. The character is most well-known today for being "the father of modern superheroes," as he inspired characters like Batman, Daredevil, the Punisher, V from V for Vendetta, Rorschach from The Watchmen, and - to a lesser extent, mind you - Superman. He also spawned a series of other pulp-y characters with similar concepts, such as the Green Hornet and the Spider. He's even been parodied in cartoons: Darkwing Duck is actually based largely on The Shadow, with a bit of Batman thrown in. For you all, you'll probably recognize him best because his universe was the inspiration for my "Black Dragon AU," with Malleus Draconia as the Shiwan Khan to the MC's Shadow-esque hero. I've always loved the Shadow, and I've always wanted to see him in one of two types of games. One is a Telltale-style choose-your-own-adventure murder mystery game, similar to "The Wolf Among Us" or the "Batman: The Telltale Series" titles. The other is a stealth-action game similar with controls similar to the Arkham series or the PS4-started Spider-Man games. The big draw in either case would be the style: everything done in black and white, with a noir-esque sort of aesthetic and matching music, with splashes of color - like red and maybe occasional hints of gold or green - to emphasize characters and moments. I'd pick Maurice LaMarche or Roger L. Jackson to voice the character, personally; not sure who I'd choose if you wanted someone more celebrity-like.

The other option would be a game based on Frank Beddor's "The Looking-Glass Wars" trilogy. This is a series of novels (with some spin-off comics) that are reimaginings of the "Alice" stories. The premise sees Wonderland as a war-torn universe, with elements of dark fantasy and sci-fi sort of blended together to create its world and aesthetic. The overarching plot of the series has Princess Alyss Heart and her allies - including Hatter Madigan, Bibwith Harte, and Dodge Anders, just to name a few - battling the sinister forces of Alyss' evil Aunt Redd, and a mutual enemy of both of their sides, the treacherous King Arch. I would specifically like to see a game based on this universe done in either a "League of Legends" format, or, even better, a "Star Wars: Battlefront" format. In the former, you can play as different major characters from the books, with different types of enemies to conquer depending on where in the conflict you stand. Or, in the latter, you can actually play as soldiers from each of the warring factions, as well as Hero figures from each end of the spectrum, with perhaps some minigames that allow you to play with those different elements more. Admittedly, both of these TECHNICALLY have games already: the Shadow was originally planned to have a beat-em-up game in the 90s, but the game was canceled. However, you apparently CAN find the unfinished game if you look hard enough to play; not sure if it's an emulator or something, but it's out there, trust me. LGW, meanwhile, has (or had, not sure if it's still up) an online card game you could play themed around the books. However, neither of these are really what I would like to see from either franchise (and the Shadow game wasn't even really properly released or completed), so there's still room for these dream games to exist. They likely never will, but there's room. :P

#ask #answer #q&a #video games #the shadow #the shadow knows #the looking-glass wars #frank beddor

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twistedtummies2 · 4 years ago

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Twisted Wonderland but They Play Among Us

I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT THIS FREAKING GAME. I NEED TO MAKE THAT CLEAR.

However, “TiredBrains” decided to go through all the trouble of coming up with headcanons for the title above, and he(?) got pretty extensive. It seemed a shame to just...DELETE such a thing, and I do know the game is highly popular. So, just keep in mind: THE THOUGHTS BELOW ARE NOT MY OWN. I have effectively no thoughts. But with that said...they mostly sound about right. ;)

TiredBrains here! I’m not sure if you’ve watched Jack or Mark play Among Us, but even if you haven’t, here are (some) Twisted Wonderland students in Among Us (according to me)!

Kalim - (crewmate) Does his tasks… Poorly. 😆Plays like a complete noob, can’t do the card swipe to save his life, probably would die first (but if Jalim tails him, he’d be avenged quickly.) (Imposter) Seems too sweet to actually kill anyone, but I imagine he’d sabotage the living daylight out of EVERYTHING. He’d also be the one to say “Why is my and (other imposter) name red?” and “How do I vent like ()?”

Jalim - (Crewmate) Possibly the first to finish tasks for the sole purpose of following Kalim and keeping him safe (“cause it’s my job”.) Might struggle on Simon Says. (Imposter) … Kills Kalim the first chance he gets. 😂 Probably would fake tasks well. With his manipulation skills, he’d be one of the best.

Leona - (Crewmate) He might try to get killed first so he can do his tasks in peace. Once he’s done, he does… Absolutely nothing. He’ll literally just stand there and take a snooze in the chair until something happens. (Imposter) Depends on who’s the other imposter. If it’s Ruggie, he’ll either do nothing or sabotage while Ruggie does the killing. If anyone else .. Just hope he’s in a good mood.

Ruggie - (Crewmate) Does the tasks fairly well, possibly the second one done. Then he’d tail random people and make random comments to himself. (Imposter) He’s actually a really good imposter. Incredibly crafty IRL, he’d fake tasks, sabotage, kill, vent, rinse, repeat.

Floyd - (Crewmate) Yell “HE FUCKING VENTED!!” and laugh hysterically during discussion. No one would believe him. Goes too fast during card swipe. (imposter) Would kill gleefully and be sad there’s no squeezing animation. Might accidentally vent in front of someone.

Jade - completes tasks calmly, then camps in the cafeteria to stay safe. (Imposter) He’d kill and occasionally self-report to make himself look clean.

Azul - (Crewmate) Um… (Imposter) Good at locking doors and sabotaging everything to isolate and kill everyone. Would jam comms a LOT. Good at pinning the blame on others.

Deuce - (Crewmate) Eagerly does tasks for the betterment of his crew! If someone asked him to buddy up, he probably would, for better or worse. 😁 Might camp on cams after he’s done with tasks. (Imposter) He might kill in electric… And gasp as two people make their appearance. He’s not good at imposter. 😂

Ace - (can’t think of much for him…)

Riddle - (No.)

Ilda - (Crewmate) As a gamer, I imagine he’d be one of the best players, especially once he gets a feel for the game. Finishes ALL the tasks first, masters card swipe, remains the eagle eye on cams… And panics at reporting a dead body. XD “What if they think it’s me?!” (Imposter) If they’re playing with voice chat… He’s fucked. He’d kill perfectly, and no one would ever suspect him… But the moment someone points out how little he’s saying or anything remotely sus, he turns into a anxious, stammering mess. Heck, that would happen even as a crewmate, the fear of talking. 🤔

Malleus - (Crewmate) Oh boy … I think he’d be so happy to actually play with them that he’d follow random people around just for the company (especially Yuu.) But like Corpse … He’d fail at card swipe and die because of it. XD (Imposter) Hm… He’d do his best, but he’d be more like a proud father if they use their detective skills and sleuth him out. OR he kills and spends his time in the vents, not processing the lack of alibi. (Or maybe not…?)

Ouch, my fingers, typing on a phone sucks ass. That’s all for now folks -

#not my writing #submission

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d3-iseefire · 5 years ago

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A Very Frosted Christmas Excerpt

This is a small portion of a fanfic I’ve been working on when I have the chance (as it’s only about three pages so far you can see I haven’t been having much chance as of late!). I think it’s really cute though and it makes me happy so I thought I’d share what I had so far! Once finished it’ll be Frerin/Bilba and it’s a short one - probably like a oneshot or maybe two chapters. Mostly just fluff and cuteness. :D :D

Bilba sat on the edge of the dresser, arms crossed, and did her very best to glare Gandalf into waking up.

Honestly, his job was at least partly dependent on her happiness, wasn't it? How dare he sleep through her anguish?

The edge of the dresser was cutting into the bottom of her legs so, with a huff, she crossed them and propped her bottom foot on a knob to one of the drawers. It allowed her to lift the back of her leg just enough to relieve the pressure and created a very pretty drape of her dress across her bare legs.

It was a pretty dress too, so certain relations who would remain unnamed could just stuff it. It was made from heaps and heaps of lace and gauze that fell in uneven layers of pale blue, white and lavender down to a handkerchief hem that swished and swirled quite dramatically about her knees. The collar ran in a very flattering line across her bust, if she did say so herself and she most certainly did, before ending in two loops that dropped on her upper arms, serving no purpose whatsoever aside from looking pretty.

She looked her best and what was supposed to happen was a certain someone would see her looking her best and would suddenly realize they were hopelessly in love with her and confess the depths of their feelings, which she would graciously accept, and they would go on and live happily ever after.

That was what was supposed to happen. She'd spent the entire two weeks she'd been gone fantasizing about it, until she'd explored, and countered every possible way it could ever go wrong.

Every.

Possible.

Way.

Except one apparently.

Suddenly annoyed at Gandalf's absolute refusal to obey her mental commands at him to wake up already, especially since her life was now ruined thanks entirely to him, she pointed a finger and sent a blast of ice-cold air right at him.

Gandalf let out a shout and sat straight up in bed, covers crumpled about the long nightgown he liked to wear because he was tragically lacking in any basic sense of fashion. For heaven's sake, he wore a point hat with a pom-pom on the end. Who did that? What if there was a fire and he had to go running outside without getting a chance to change? It'd just be...embarrassing.

He'd seen her and was now staring at her in confusion, still only partly awake. Bilba raised her eyebrows and carefully schooled her expression into one of total innocence.

"Bilba," Gandalf said finally. "I see you've returned from your trip. Back to nipping noses now, are we?"

Gandalf looked amused. "I'm fairly certain he married her."

"Yes," Bilba said in exasperation, "and then they shacked up. And now I'm in charge and have to let everyone call me by a stupid name because apparently 'Jack Frost' is more interesting than Bilba Baggins."

She used air quotes as she said the name, to punctuate just how stupid she thought the whole thing was.

She waved a hand at the rug and watched in satisfaction as the colors and pattern shifted until it showcased a proper winter wonderland, complete with snowflakes, bare trees and a frozen pond.

"No figure skaters?" Gandalf asked, bemused. "That's a fairly traditional winter activity, if I'm not mistaken."

"You're very much mistaken," Bilba countered, crossing her arms again in annoyance. "In fact, I've decided ice skating is much too dangerous a sport. From now on, I intend to refuse to allow water to freeze enough to allow it."

"Do you now?" Gandalf grabbed a robe, white and red because no one in the entire stupid village wanted to accept that other colors existed. She watched as the old man headed toward the shuttered windows, and her eyes widened slightly in alarm. With a huff, she whirled around and pretended to be avidly studying one of the many pieces of artwork tacked to the wall. Gandalf always had an endless number, drawn by children from all over the world who simply adored the fact that, once a year, a total stranger broke into their homes to leave them gifts. Apparently, the promise of free stuff covered over a multitude of felonies.

She heard Gandalf pull open the shutters, and then give what was clearly an overly melodramatic sigh. "Are you sure you'll all right, my dear?"

"I never said it was." He closed the shutters and turned to face her. "But, I also know that, on occasion, they can reflect your mood."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Bilba said airily. "I'm in a perfectly fine mood I'll have you know."

She marched to the windows and threw the shutters back open. The wind and cold barely affected her, or Gandalf for that matter, but she felt a sting of guilt at the way the pictures on the wall were suddenly being ripped right off and swirling around. Gandalf lunged to grab them and, with a sigh, Bilba stepped out of the window and allowed herself to dissolve into a cloud of sparkling dust.

***

"Are you planning to return my chair at some point or should I simply place an order for another one?"

Bilba ignored Thranduil, who was sighing entirely too loudly near the door to his office, and leaned back in the chair until the leather and gears for the wheels creaked in protest. Seriously, who needed a chair this big? It was massive, made from solid leather, which probably freaked out the reindeer now that she thought about it, and she sank so far into the seat it was almost impossible to get her legs up to brace her feet on the desk.

Almost impossible.

She was nothing if not dedicated, even if it meant she was leaned back at a truly uncomfortable angle and was limited to mostly staring at the ceiling.

It was a nice ceiling, all things considered......

And that’s all I have for now, though I know what the rest is. I just haven’t had a chance to write it!

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #my writing #LOTR #lord of the rings #Hobbit #The Hobbit #Female Bilbo #Jack Frost #Mentioned Jelsa #Frerin #Thorin #Christmas #North Pole #fantasy #ice powers #romance #humor

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