#antler queen spirit

[danisbrainrot]

I MUSTT KNOW if you have any thoughts about the yellowjackets being in a hunger games au!!!

ok, I don't know how to group my thoughts so I'm just gonna put them all here:

laura lee: wouldn't kill anyone, obvy, but also I think everyone would find her too sweet to kill. she'd die naturally, like eating the wrong berries or something. I don't think she'd last long (first to die in the show = first to die in the hunger games).

lottie: she wouldn't kill anyone either I don't think, she'd form an alliance but would piss someone off like taissa or shauna and they'd probably kill her. she wouldn't be good at hunting or gathering and would heavily rely on her alliance with van, gen, melissa and mari.

natalie: we already know she's a hunter. she would just convince one of the sponsors to buy her a gun and before you know it, bam! bam! bye bye people she doesn't like. I could see her being one of the victors, but secretly I think shauna could kill her.

shauna: we already know she's violent, so I think she'd kill everyone and anyone if it came down to it. she's a career if I'm being honest (love you though shauna 🫶). she'd ally with taissa and jackie (ofc) and would struggle with who to kill in the end, but at the end of the day, she'd still finish them off, she'd just feel real bad about it. she's the butcher, she'd feed herself and her allies off of the traps she'd set, or supplies she'd kill people for and would live the longest, honestly. I could see misty killing her (for revenge on natalie, of course).

jackie: this girl is USELESS. she wouldn't survive past the bloodbath if it weren't for shauna. would die of hypothermia in the arena because she doesn't know how to start a fire to save herself (and likes sleeping in snow for some reason???) she was pissing everyone off at one point, so she'd definitely be everyone's target. there's no universe I think she could win these games (unless shauna came to her senses).

misty: this woman is a cold hearted killer, and she's a healer. she'd definitely win, imo. she'd ally up with natalie (who hates it, but like, misty could help her with injuries, why wouldn't she try and keep her alive? no other reason, totally.) this girl is totally feral, though. she'd kill without hesitation. and she'd cover it up so well that the viewers at home would be wondering if she actually killed them or not.

van: would die for taissa and lottie. I've already told you who she'd ally up with, but she'd leave them in a second if taissa asked. she'd be a good gatherer, enough to survive. we've seen van, she's a killer when she wants to be, and she can't die. so maybe she could win 🤭

taissa: would die for van (and maybe shauna). her sleep walking would kill quite a few people. she'd gather plants and stuff, but her main goal is looking after shauna because we see how protective she is of her (and who wouldn't be? shauna shipman is the loml!) would heal shauna and van's injuries to the best of her abilities.

javi: he'd survive purely by hiding and stealing supplies. would die from falling in the lake though :(

travis: he's not making it past the bloodbath, sorry not sorry. he pisses everyone (or maybe just me) off by being so emo. if he didn't die in the bloodbath, he'd die because he doesn't know what he's doing and he wouldn't be a sponsor favourite.

mari: allied with lottie and them. EXCELLENT gatherer! would kill someone but only if she was in a pack with the girlies 🤭. she'd make her berry juice and get everyone drunk.

akilah: according to the hunger games simulation, she's the real winner (and vicious) but I think she'd starve and start hallucinating, so maybe she wouldn't last very long.

crystal: allied with misty, but is immediately killed after the bloodbath by her (bonus points if misty pushes her off a cliff).

gen: allied with lottie's cult group. would help mari gather. don't know much about her honestly, but I think she'd be somewhat helpful. would be killed first by mari or van probably.

melissa: same as gen, tbh.

ben: dead in the bloodbath. with his missing leg and how useless he is throughout the entire series, I wouldn't blame the girls if they just got rid of him asap.

the antler queen spirit: the president snow of this au.

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[yelloowcars]

YELLOWJACKETS + SPIRITUAL ANIMAL + COLORS

Heyy! I've been working on these ones, and I finally finished them today :)) This is mostly based on my own research and the way I perceive them 🥸

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[famousblueraincoatmp3]

i really hope yellowjackets doesnt go in the W/ndigo direction that would be so trashy. i hate how butchered and appropriated it has become. 

#sam.txt #same w SW and tiktok rn #like tree SW? are u guys for real lol.... #yellowjacket reddit is so bad because this theory is like the most pervailing one bcz of the antler imagery #like the w-digo has nothing to do w deers rlly? yall are thinking of the deer woman spirit #like at least get ur lore right LOL #anyways all this to say im excited for season 2 but i hope no one on the subreddit is correct bc the theories on there suck ass #my personal theory is that the antler queen is not rlly as big of a deal as the fandom makes it out to be #and its actually like a 1% of the fraction of the crazy shit that is going to go down out there #bc its pretty obvious its lottie and i feel like it wouldnt make sense to hype it up as a big reveal only for it to take up #a majority of the storyline. perspective as a writer i guess LOL #the 1 interesting reddit theory i read is that #taissa is regressing during her sleepwalking (which is common) #and so shes acting out bits of history during her episodes #which is actually a pretty cool theory and makes sense

[fromabasementonthehilll]

Hello! Can I ask for Nat x Fem reader? They are in the wilderness and Nat is the antler queen, just showering her pretty girl with love and protecting her. I NEED HER SO BAD SHES MY DAILY SEROTONIN SOURCE🥺 and maybe R tells Nat that she was and always will be her queen? Thanks xoxo

Antlers

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: ‏‏‎Natalie had been crowned, you ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎unknowingly drifted apart, though not for ‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎long.

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x reader

Warnings: ...

note: sorry if it's a bit short, I ran out of ideas by the end 🫠

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The wilderness had concord with its choice. You watched in disbelief, the crowning of your adored Natalie. Though the secretive disappointment from everyone had been evident, they eventually rested with the fact that they hadn't been chosen, and they kneeled. They kneeled willingly, enlivened to capitulate beneath her reign, and so did you. Gazing up at her with surrender in your eyes, you took her hand into yours, kissing it softly, your vulnerable eyes never leaving hers as she watched you with adoration.

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The worship Natalie was rewarded with by everyone after the crowning was sickening, you knew it had to happen, and she deserved it - but vigilance lingered in you. All of a sudden she was surrounded in a craze of devotion, her time for you had seemingly dissipated and you were left stranded, your anger was a poison to yourself, and your submission to her wasn't an alliance with the rest. Natalie caught onto your dissonance, she had bathed in gifts and admiration from others, distracting her from you, and she regretted it.

Most of your time was spent either talking to Lottie, who was one of the only people you still got along with after everything went down hill, or you would sit in the attic with your sketchbook - drawing whatever came to mind. They were dull, insubstantial days. Natalie watched you from afar, glory overwhelming her with guilt. She knew exactly how you felt - as if she could feel the everlasting ache in your bones, so as you sat in the attic as usual, coming to terms with the new situation that made you admittedly uneasy, Natalie had decided to talk to you.

"(y/n)?" Natalie's tone stayed in the air for a moment as you sat with your sketchbook.

"Hey, Nat." It felt wrong to greet her so casually, after all, she was the Antler Queen, you had to show her respect.

"Look I'm sorry, I'm not ignoring you I promise." Her eyes faltered to the ground with a hangdog look, then back up at your sorrowful face. She'd act careful around you lately, breaking the spirit of her title as queen, and you desperately wanted to know why. "What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything," Your voice diminished slightly, admitting to yourself she really had no choice, the wilderness had crowned her and you acknowledged it. "I just need you right now, Natalie." You finished.

"I know."

Her steps were silent, as was the cold night that gnawed into your skin, though you felt it waver into thin air as she sat before you. Her eyes presided you, you fell victim to her power yet again. The look that survived amongst your and her eyes was like a dagger, a numbing to the pain you endured ever since the plane had crashed. Her caressing hands fell onto your face, a smile bringing sunshine to her otherwise despondent expression, "I really missed you (y/n)," she brazened the heavy moment with her shaky words, "I love you, you know that right?"

You just stared at her, letting her voice and words fall into your bleeding heart. It was days since she had said that, weeks, even. All you wanted was to sink into her, to fill the emptiness that was eating you alive, and so you did.

You leaned in, wintry hands finding hers. The passion that stripped you of your defence was dangerously alleviating, and she had been starved of you. Yearning for the taste of you; she pushed in, backing you against the raw oak wall with her brutal lips. You felt her young aching smile amongst her eager movement, and the crucifixion of your suffering had died in tranquility along with your doubts.

-

There were so many unsaid words floating around you and Natalie, but they were told with her actions toward you. It was different than before, this time she had an unspoken power over you, it was a dynamic you didn't question, though.

It allowed her to keep you from harm, your distaste to most of the others was made translucent to her, and she would take it upon herself to regularly check up on you, making sure you weren't upset, that you weren't hurt by anyone - she swore to keep you safe, cradled in her protection.

You'd often overhear people mutter cruel words, that you were selfish and sucked up to Natalie, once Natalie had come up to, "Are you okay?" She asked, rubbing your back as you sat on the porch, cold and hopeless, "I'm scared Nat, I cant do this anymore, it's too hard." She softly looked at you, as if she could look right through the winter snow and into your heart. She kissed you, reminding you of her restless love for you, and you believed everything would suffice, though just a moment later you realised that you hadn't noticed Tai, spitefully spitting her words out to Van, "Who does she think she is? She isn't entitled to any of this." It was a relief that merely the two saw you and Natalie.

You should've been hated there, the way she would treat you so delicately unlike the others.

-

One night you were making out in the attic, she seemed hesitant but wouldn't admit it - eventually she pulled away, giving you a melancholic look. "What's wrong?" Your face began slowly imitating hers, "Nothing, I guess, I mean I don't know." Stammering her words more than you'd ever seen before. "I just don't feel like I'm supposed to, (y/n). I know that I'm meant to like this, and it felt right at first but now it's just... off." Natalie crossed her arms shyly, backing away from you. "What's off?", you wished you could comfort her more, she was obviously disturbed, but your mind went to all the wrong things, to the point where you felt like breaking down.

"I don't feel like a 'queen', at all. I cant keep up this act, It's like I'm incompetent or something, I cant live up to my title, I don't want to disappoint anyone anymore." Her lips quivered with every sentence she spoke, your eyes traced her face gently while she gave you a glance of shame.

It felt like you could see the reflection of her soul in her eyes, like her skull was open and her heart was beating out of her chest.

"You haven't disappointed anyone, Natalie. Do you know how much everyone adores you?"

"But, do you?"

Her words felt like nails on a chalkboard, moonbeams shined onto her cruelly honest expression. How could she even ask you that? Were you that irresponsible that you had forgotten about her? It didn't make any sense to you, none of it did.

"Of course I do, more than anyone in the world," Your voice breaking into a heartful whisper.

"You'll always be my queen, Natalie."

Her mind seemed to leave the gut wrenching thoughts, she just looked at you with her newly hopeful eyes, shoulders falling back down into ease, you beamed helplessly as you watched her relax into your words; she couldn't help but love your smile. "You're gorgeous, (y/n)." Everything felt right, you spent the moment in silence, the kind of silence that only felt comfortable with her.

She didn't gratify the love she had for you to anybody else, it was just for you.

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[sillylittlgaythings]

i’ve been thinking a lot about this particular jackie poster and also the theory that the wilderness is protecting shauna (ex. when shauna almost died during child birth then survive and javi dying, 25 years later when she picked the queen card and was chosen as a sacrifice and nat died in her place) so that + this poster got me thinking about jackie being the antler queen.

but not in the way teen nat was appointed by lottie to be their leader, but as in jackie spirit having no choice but to haunt them, haunt shauna, but also trying to protect her at all costs no matter who suffered because of this.

jackie never got to leave the wilderness, not even her body got to go home, her spirit is still there and she has never been known for letting go, so why would it be different in her death? the last time she let go she froze to death, but now she’s suck being 17 forever, haunting her friends and especially her best friend, we’ve seen shauna seeing jackie’s spirit more than once, but maybe the others didn’t care enough to see jackie’s ghost like shauna did, so assuming the form of the antler queen made lottie, specially, see her and to interpret it as a sign of the wilderness then leading the others to believe the antler queen.

maybe she reappear after 25 years to lottie because the surviving yellowjackets were finally together again and she gets more powerful the closer they are together/the more they believe in her, because isn’t that what jackie taylor has always wanted in life? to be believed, to be adored, to be loved, respected, feared, to be seen? now she got all those things in death.

in the poster jackie is looking directly at the antler queen even though she never actually saw her while alive, i don’t think is crazy to think about jackie spirit being trapped in the wilderness and at the same time being trapped inside the girls (i’m so funny ik) so she has no choice but to haunt them, push them together, getting everything she wanted in life in death, but also being unable to get what she truly always wanted, shauna, knowing that the only way she could get that was if shauna died and her ghost become the same as jackie’s, but she would never let that happened, shauna protected her all the time in life, so now it’s jackie’s turn to protect shauna in death.

maybe i’m reaching or i just really like jackie haunting shauna, but considering the things that happen in this shown i don’t think it’s that crazy.

#yellowjackets #jackieshauna #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #sapphic #teen shauna #shauna yellowjackets #yellowjackets tv #antler queen #ella purnell #sophie nelisse #melanie lynskey #yellowjackets twitter #yellowjackets theories #yellowjackets thoughts #lottie matthews #nat scatorccio #teen taissa #taissa turner #misty quigley #sophie tatcher #christina ricci #juliette lewis

[punkpandapatrixk]

Full Buck Moon in Capricorn ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

This Supermoon in Capricorn carries a massive energy that can help us BUILD the foundation of a Life that’s in alignment with our spiritual raison d'être. You certainly didn’t come here to work nine to five and live someone else’s dreams and ideals of what your Life should look like.

A Deer, or Stag, is a very noble spirit animal. It has the ability to shed its antlers annually to grow bigger antlers. Use this Buck Supermoon’s aenergy to deeply, seriously but serenely reflect on your Life’s many events since your last Solar Return (birthday) until now; and be prepared to receive clear guidance, great blessings, and divine alignment doing its thang on your next birthday!

With that intent in mind, this Buck Supermoon has a message to share about reflection, rejuvenation and renewal🦌

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Pile 1 – The First Step Is Now

r e f l e c t I o n – Queen of Cups Rx

This pile is genuinely quite difficult to explain in a succinct manner. But in a manner of speaking, this Pile is… lazy. No wait a minute, I’m not saying you’re entirely at fault. Whatever your background or current situation looks like, you’re being held back from taking the first step towards a Life of genuine spiritual fulfilment. It’s fear, baby. And when people are afraid, there must be a perceived threat to their wellbeing, right?

I think you’ve mostly been afraid of getting your heart broken if you gave your dreams and visions a try. Perhaps you tried before and got disappointed. Perhaps you tried before and got into massive trouble. Whatever happened, I think it’s wise to stay safe as best you can. However, don’t let your dreams die with time.

r e j u v e n a t I o n – 6 of Wands Rx

Even if you can’t change your life overnight, don’t stop dreaming about what you know your heart wants. As they say, ‘If it’s your calling, it’s gonna keep calling you.’ Keep your dreams safely in your heart and stop sharing them with those who don’t share your best interest. The time will come when divine assistance comes to your aid!

In the meantime, continue to study or harness the skills necessary to get to where you wish. The knowledge will come in handy and all your efforts will pay off. The key is to enjoy your process and keep believing that there is a place for you and your talents/interests/visions. There is a reason it’s hard for you to let go of these visions, right?

r e n e w a l – 10 of Pentacles Rx

You’re a multitalented King or Queen, alright? You were born with many natural talents that just need refinement until someone awesome notices your awesome. Keep your vibrations as high as possible. Keep working on the things that matter. This world is surprisingly not as logical as many people think!

Become a vibrational match to the things you want and everything will fall onto your lap effortlessly. Opportunities, people, finances. You are taken care of by your Spirit Guides, remember that. Don’t work too hard, don’t get distracted either; just enjoy your learning process and keep your eye on the prize. Something magical is in the making!

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Pile 2 – So Talented, So Knowledgeable, What Are You So Afraid Of?

r e f l e c t I o n – King of Wands

I’ll be frank as a fucker LMAO You’re like super talented at so many things; the kind of talented person who gets other people wondering how one person can be so good at many things all at once. What can’t you do, kind of thing. And yet… you’re lacking confidence. How dare you?

You could either be too humble or you’re actually lacking direction. It’s like you don’t really know what good you can do to contribute to the world with these talents that you think are quite subpar. Well, if you think you’re subpar, pick a few of your talents that you think are the most meaningful to yourself, and get good at them. Simple, right?

r e j u v e n a t I o n – Ace of Cups Rx

In spite of your trying to be rational and realistic person, actually, you’re really dreamy and hold an immense capacity for empathy. No matter how intellectually smart you think you are, that intellect is never gonna be better than your intuition. But I think you’ve accumulated wounding in this area of your Life.

I know, this world used to be so unkind towards sensitive and polite people. Is it still?? I think you’ve tried to suppress the more intuitive aspect of yourself for survival. At some point, you decided to become practical and follow the convention, even if not totally, because that’s how the money comes in. But I’m sure you hurt yourself in the process…

r e n e w a l – 10 of Swords

If you’re hurting right now, please know it’s because your heart is wanting something different. Or maybe you simply want more. Something more that will give real spiritual meaning to all of the hard work you’ve been so devoted to. You’re yearning for a sense of belonging but your current endeavours aren’t giving you that. You’re damn tired of feeling invisible.

People say, talented people are always haunted by their potentials. So, how about this? You become that badass that chases those potentials instead? LMAO If you’re honest, really be honest with yourself, would your priorities look different now? Perhaps you want think of something, at least one thing, that needs changing before your birthday comes up…

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Pile 3 – Stop Breathing Life into Every Limitation You’ve Perceived

r e f l e c t I o n – Page of Cups Rx

Pretty baby, you have not been allowing yourself to believe! You’re like Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle! She believes she’s ordinary, plain, and rather ugly in comparison to her bubbly kawaii younger sister, and that is the reason she keeps looking like a 90 yo grandma throughout the movie, even though in reality she’s a witch more powerful than the Witch of the Wasteland!

Her thoughts about herself kept the curse in place. Tch. How dare you not think of yourself as the prettiest, most talented baby out there! You are literally the cutest bad witch who can create realities with just a thought. Might as well think the best thoughts about yourself~ Do you want your world to sparkle or not?✨

r e j u v e n a t I o n – 4 of Cups

Be honest. You’re through with a dull existence, right? You actually dream in TECHNICOLOR, right? So there’s no reason you should settle for a monochromatic Life. If you can dream it, you can have it. I didn’t make the rules, that is the Law of the abundant Universe. If you can dream it, you can blast open a pathway! Yep.

So stop giving life to every single thing you’ve perceived as a limitation. Not your birth circumstances; not your financial status; not your skin colour, hair texture or any of those secondary things. Regroup yourself; sit down and take a deep breath; and then decide. Just take that first step and see what happens when you start believing in yourself. You’re a wizard, Harry!

r e n e w a l – Knight of Cups

I’m sure you’ve a handful of hobbies that are rather artistic. Whatever artistic might mean to you on a personal level. Don’t be shy about indulging in them. The more you indulge the more you will remember yourself. The more you indulge the more inspired you become, invigorated you feel. If that makes you feel good, keep doing that because that’s what you’re meant to be doing.

Who decided that living Human Life must be all about hard work at dull things and responsibilities over things that don’t actually matter? Choose your battles wisely, baby. Life can be as hard or as effortless as you believe it. This world, after all, is just the dream of a butterfly~🦋

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[homosherb]

before the crash, everyone was an asshole to Natalie except for like 3 people.

her dad was abusive, her mom is absent, everyone at school — including most of her team — calls her a burnout, tells her she’s a “mess,” smells like alcohol & weed and needs to get her act together, slut-shames her and are just generally horrible to her.

but in The Wilderness, she’s strong. she’s the one who uses the rifle; she’s their hunter, she’s their protector. she was the logical one when everyone else was going crazy. but even with all of that, they still had their ungratefulness for it. they didn’t realize what she was doing for them. they made unfair comments about Natalie not having brought home food in the winter, about not having found Javi yet.

Jackie was the worst in her ungratefulness, calling her a burnout, continuing to slut-shame her, sleeping with her ex-boyfriend, etc. and The Wilderness took her first. but Natalie still treats her with respect after her death.

when she found the moose again in the lake, she was desperate to bring it back, to provide for the group, to make them grateful for her waking up at ridiculous hours of the morning and drinking Lottie’s blood and wandering in the cold all day. she nearly died trying to get that moose, but The Wilderness protected her.

and like Lottie said, when the team tried to kill her in their first hunt, Javi died in her place. The Wilderness protected their protector once again.

the look on Natalie’s face when Lottie declares her Antler Queen, says that she’s The Wilderness’ favourite, she’s shocked. she’s important to them and it’s what she’s been waiting for and it feels so good but she’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

then Lottie kisses her hands, and the others follow suit, bowing to her, treating her like a queen. coronating her. she’s crying and she’s smiling and she’s laughing. and it’s heartbreaking to see with the context we have of her life.

it was hard to get here. it hurt to get here. but she’s finally cared for. Natalie is finally getting the respect and love and reverence that she deserves.

she matters. she has a purpose. she’s someone’s favourite. and even if it’s just tree spirits, and her teammates listening to those rustling branches, she’s still the favourite. finally.

but if she, of all people, could be its favourite, then maybe it’s not all made up. maybe Lottie and Van and everyone else have a point about something else being out here with them, watching them. or maybe there isn’t. maybe it doesn’t even matter if there is.

but now she matters.

#i’m so insane over her after that finale #i have so many thoughts #natalie scatorccio #antler queen #the wilderness #yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yellowjackets meta #sherb speaks

[achaotichuman]

Kidnapped by the Faery Queen

TAMLIN WEEK IS HERE AND I AM HAPPY

This is for Day 1- Prompt: Human Tamlin.

For this one, I decided on writing an AU where Tamlin and Feyre's roles are reversed, Tamlin is the human mortal and Feyre is the High Lady.

This fic is mostly Tamlin making dumb decisions and feylin fluff at the end as well as banter between Tamlin & Lucien & Feyre! It focuses mostly on Tamlin's first impressions of the SC and the gang. It doesn't follow the canon events of what led Feyre to Tamlin because idk I wanted to write this instead.

You can read on Ao3, or below the cut!

There was something thundering in his chest, urging him faster and faster and faster. Rocketing through the woods. Passing by trees bending at the trunk like they might keel over. An archway created overhead that dappled the silvery light of the moon. Splashes across the snow like pearls of light. It was clear above, not a cloud to remove the paleness of the mood from the world. 

It was dark and cold, and never-ending snow, but he had to run. He had to feel the crunch of grass blades hidden underneath blankets of undisturbed white. He had to feel his muscles ache and burn with warmth as the chill of the air caused his face to flush. Heart racing, an owl cried overhead, its song breaking through the silence of the air. Cutting through like a sewing needle piercing intricate strings of fabric. 

He only looked up momentarily to see the flutter of soft wings darting from a tree branch through the air, before the animal was long gone from sight. He quickened his pace. Until he must have been a blur in between the tree trunks. Running with shadows, in the darkest parts of the woods. Deeper and deeper to the heart, he must have looked to be a part of the forest itself. Some indiscernible creature running as if for its life. A spooked deer, a bird flying low to the ground. A lost spirit running through the inbetween of the realms. 

Something inhuman and ghastly. Something that children would see from the corner of their eyes and quickly grab their mother’s skirts whilst pointing in between the trees. Only to find the shadow they had seen was long gone. 

Eventually he was forced to stop. Legs burning so much the fire seemed to consume his muscles. It was a miracle he was still standing as he hunched over and panted, hands on his knees, heart thundering behind his ribs. Breath fogging in the chilled air. Strands of his golden blond hair fell around his face. Quickly he brushed them behind his hood once more. The rough wool of his gloves harsh on his sensitive, flushed face. 

Taking a slow step forward, Tamlin looked through the treelines. Adjusting his thick coat before pulling the bow strapped around him off his back, and drawing an arrow. Instincts telling him he was a fool, an idiot for coming so far out at this time. But he had to get away. The wind that pummelled against the frail glass of his shared bedroom window called to him. Singing his name like a prayer falling from a devout believer. He was helpless but to strap on his weapons, excitedly gathering his gear. Only sparing a second thought to quickly shut the window, lest he wake his older brothers who laid soundly asleep. 

But now as he looked around at the dark woods, he realised how stupid he was to come out here tonight. In the cold, where he had nothing but the footprints he made to track his way back home. Even that could quickly be eliminated by more snowfall. 

There was a sudden noise from behind him, the sound of a crunch, like a foot on a stick. 

Tamlin whipped around, drawing his arrow. Heart racing and preparing to duck for cover. 

“Oh.” He whispered into the soft night. 

A stag stared at him curiously. It’s beady black eyes shining in the pale light. The majestic antlers gracing its head stuck out in so many twining directions. It had one foot lifted above a broken twig. So still and watching. 

Tamlin kept the arrow drawn. Never wavering and never lowering. His body stiller than a slingshot pulled back, ready to be fired. Like his muscles were elastic and stretched to the limit. 

Then the stag…

Just turned its head, moving its feet finally, crushing the snow below it as it leisurely strolled back into the woods. Into the darkness and out of sight. 

Tamlin’s eyes rolled as he lowered his bow, huffing. Puffs of white clouded in front of his face and he stomped the snow, digging into it until he saw blades of icy green, black in the little light. He must be truly going insane. 

Lost to the sensations of cold nighttime, he left the cottage in favour of running blindly into a dangerous woods, where wolves lurked about in the dark hours of morning. He was stupid beyond comprehension. His mother must have dropped him as a child, because there was in no way that a normal person thought the wind called for them. 

Unless.. 

Tamlin snapped up his bow again as a growl vibrated through the woods. Travelling through the air like claws reaching out. It echoed, as another growl joined it, followed by a third and a fourth. 

They emerged from the darkness. With fur a dark grey that glimmered in the silvery light. Teether bared and eyes stoking flames. Four powerful wolves circled him slowly. 

Tamlin was frozen in place. Muscles locked up as his body went into fight or flight mode. In a moment of utter terror, mind replaced entirely with fear. He ran. 

It was a terrible decision, as then the wolves pounced. 

Tamlin tried to duck down, screaming. Hoping someone equally as stupid as him had come out here during the night, hopefully with an axe or a mace. A large claw descended on him, and Tamlin screamed again as it slashed his abdomen. Blood poured from his stomach. Soaking his clothes. The four were on him, a pile of raw flesh for the taking. There was nothing he could do as he felt teeth sink into his arm, preparing to pierce flesh. 

Then a roar more powerful than any of the snarling wolves shattered the night sky. 

The large furred heads of the wolves jutted up, ears falling back, completely flat. The roar echoed again, similar to a snarled warning. They began to whimper and whine. 

Then it appeared, and Tamlin felt all the blood drain from his face, nearly fainting on the spot. 

Its fur completely white, with black spots covering its hide. Eyes yellow and gleaming. A jaw full of bone white teeth. Scraping black claws across the snow as it prowled forward. Snarling once more. 

The wolves barked and whined, and fled. Leaving Tamlin a heap of bloodied human meat. He almost wished the wolves had finished him off, so he wouldn't be faced with the hulking beast walking slowly to him. Its pace taunting, knowing he had no way to get away from it. If he ran, it would catch him. There was no possible route that allowed his mortal legs to outrun this powerful creature. 

Soon it was looming above him. Tamlin’s neck ached as he stretched his head up to keep eye contact with the creature. It cocked its head in an almost human manner, as if pondering something. 

Only one thought ran through his head, and it just made the situation all the more terrifying. 

This is a Fae. This is a Fae. This is a Fae. This is a Fae. This is a Fae.

It was undeniable. The creature was not mortal. It moved too gracefully. Was too pristine. Too big to be any kind of naturally occurring animal. This was a monster from the depths of the Faery lands. And it had crossed the border into these woods. 

Horror coursed through his body as Tamlin thought that the calling from the wind was the Faery creature, he truly ran right into a trap. 

“Please.” He begged weakly. Blood was rushing too quickly from his wounds. Splattering crimson across the pure white snow. A pattern of scarlet red. Something wet and horrible dripped down his face and Tamlin realised he was crying as he was faced with the terrible creature above him. 

But it simply watched, making his fear grow, cold pressed into his body, as the wolves had torn his clothes and revealed skin to the freezing cold. For a moment Tamlin wondered if the monster would let him die first before feasting on his flesh. Faery cruelty. Maybe he would die from pure fear before the bleeding out could take him. 

Black swirled in and out of his vision. Until his blinking was coming slower and longer. The beast just watched. Tamlin felt coldness spread up his back, neck and head. He had fallen back into the snow, his eyes could see nothing but darkness, silver and yellow eyes. Before they finally closed, tears dripping hot from the corner of his eyes. 

I never said goodbye to anyone, he thought as darkness embraced him. 

When he woke up, pain was spidering through his abdomen and arm. Lingering in his body and refusing to release him. He groaned loudly and shifted, trying to feel anything other than the horrid burning sensations in his skin. As he did, there was a flurry of whispering around him. He jolted almost immediately. Especially as he realised he was not in cold snow, but laying amongst the softest sheets he had ever felt. 

Opening his blurry eyes he tried to take in his surroundings. First he saw a ceiling above him. Pure white, a large golden chandelier hanging in the centre, not lit as sunlight poured in through the large glass pane windows. Casting long shadows through the room. Tamlin tried to sit up, but his body would not part from the stinging pain that consumed him. 

“He is awake, alert the High Lady.” A voice like silk whispered harshly from someone in the room. 

“What?” He croaked out, voice rough from disuse, he grabbed the sheets in his hands, balling them in his fists. He was squirming as he tried to sit up. 

“Hush child, you are safe.” That same silk voice murmured, now closer. 

Tamlin managed to crane his neck to the side and there he saw the source of the voice. 

He screamed. 

Jumping up from the bed, the adrenaline briefing ridding him of the burning pain. He sat up quickly and scrambled away from the right side of the bed. As he stared and stared at the creature looking back at him with a sudden, shocked expression. 

Tamlin fell off the side of the bed, onto a soft fluffy mat. He looked around quickly, hearing quick footsteps towards him. He tried to scramble under the bed, just to get away, but she was there again before he could hide. 

“You…” His voice left him as he stared, and wondered if his sudden outburst would anger the undoubtedly Faery creature standing before him. 

He swallowed hard, tears wetting his eyes, but he blinked them away the best he could. Trying to reach for anything that could be used as a weapon. 

Instead, however, of being offended, the woman- or whatever she was- simply put a hand on her hip. Tilting her head to the side, causing wiry brown hair to fall down the side of her shoulder. Her bark-skinned shoulder. 

Her skin looked rough to touch. Textured with some knots like in a trunk. As if carved from wood. Though her eyes were filled with life. She raised an eyebrow, causing the texture of her skin to shift as she did. 

“I will not hurt you, human.” She said, gently but firmly. Like a mother coaxing a child to come to her.

Tamlin swallowed again, then managed to stammer out, “Why should I believe you, Faery?”

He spat the word with venom. Faeries were creatures that hunted, killed and tortured innocent humans for stupid crimes that could not be considered as such. Like walking into Faery rings, or accidentally getting involved with Faery deals. 

She sighed heavily, chest rising and falling. Holding out a hand, she said, “Call me Alis, child.”

“Alis?” He repeated. Then cursed himself, he shouldn’t so much as speak to the creature before him. Yet he continued to stare at her. 

She nodded, hand still held out, as if offering it. Tamlin bared his teeth and huddled further away, curling in on himself. 

Her head shook and her length of hair shook with it. Turning away from the human man. She went for the door. Opening it up, Tamlin heard the sounds of shouting, crashing and swearing. He flinched hard and ducked further away from the door. Alis sighed lightly, then looked back over at him, “Someone will come soon to prepare you.”

“Prepare me-” Tamlin tried to ask, but before he could, she closed the door. As it clicked shut, Tamlin stared at the bronze handle. Then at the dark oak door itself, before looking around the room. 

It was beautiful, that was for certain. All dark, polished wood, bronze and gold. The sheets of the bed were silk, emerald green and the curtains were sheer. The window closed. 

Finally, on shaking legs, Tamlin stood, grunting as he grabbed the nearby nightstand for support as the burning pain returned in full. Though dulling as the seconds were by. When he touched his stomach where the slash had been, and found not only was he wearing a different set of clothes, but there was a bandage with some kind of salve over his skin. 

Tamlin pulled at the new shirt. It was sleep wear, just a white shirt and soft green pants. He felt his entire body go completely red as he realized someone had undressed and redressed him.

What the fuck was this place? He wrapped his arms around himself, human instincts begging to run and find a place to hide.

Some kind of Faery world. Some kind of place he would no doubt be tortured or hunted for sport. As the stories all liked to go. 

Slowly Tamlin sat down on the soft coverlet. Not quite sure where to go from here. What to do. Alis, if she had even given him her real name, said someone would come prepare him. 

Prepare him for what?

Tamlin’s first thought was he was going to be turned into some kind of stew. His next thought was he would be dragged out for entertainment. Forced to dance on hot coals until he died or something like that. His toes curled and his body shook as terror seized him once more. 

In a wave of energy and the need to get away, Tamlin stumbled for the large and, more importantly, unlocked, window. His bruised fingertips grappled with the frame for a moment before he managed to pull them open. 

But when he looked over the edge, his eyes widened when he saw how far up he was from the ground. Far below him, gardens roamed the grounds. Large and spread out. Dappled with colours of all sorts and looking like chaos incarnate. Spread out like twisting, festering vines, roots and branches. With patches of sweet-smelling flowers hidden in between. 

Tamlin tossed a look back over at the room. And decided a death by falling would be better than whatever the Faeries had in store for him. So with gritted teeth and while silently cursing his own stupidity. Tamlin leaped over the edge, grabbed onto a nearby ivy plant clinging to the wall and swung away from the window sill. 

He swallowed a shout, and quickly found footing in the green netting like plant. Hands burning as he gripped the ivy. He began a quick descent. Even as the branches gave way under his hands, he moved as fast as he could so as to get away before anyone noticed his disappearance. 

A cut, a cussing fit, and three new bruises later. The ivy gave out underneath him and Tamlin thumped to the ground with another hissed curse. Luckily he hadn’t been more than three feet off the ground. 

Groaning quietly as he picked himself off the floor. Tamlin dusted his shirt from the dirt and wiped as much of the mud smeared on his cheek off as possible. Finally he got to his wobbling legs and looked around. 

The gardens looked more like a labyrinth than gardens. Winding around and around, with walls of bushes and large trees bent over like they couldn’t handle standing straight. Moss collected on rocks and stone made pathways through the maze of sweet smelling lands. 

It was Springtime. 

But they had just been in winter. Spring wasn’t for yet another month. 

Another Faery trick. Some kind of magic he wanted no part of. Tamlin snarled at the lily of the valley near him, as if they were directly responsible for him being in Faery territory.

A trick of some sort, to lead him to a trap. Tamlin squeezed his hands into fists and began to walk silently through the gardens. Treading carefully and making absolutely sure he would not break so much as a twig underfoot. His heart thumped behind his rips, rocketing through his body, pulsing in time with each step.

Soon, he turned a corner and was met with a sight more lovely than he had ever seen before. 

A courtyard of some kind. Flowing fountains, and trimmed hedges lined the grounds. He saw the extent of the… mansion he had been taken to. Carved from marble and stone. Detailed carefully and so much larger than any house he had ever seen. Tamlin baulked at the sheer size of the place he was in. Everything seemed so much bigger than him, reducing him to the comparable size of an ant. 

He nearly stumbled back, but was pulled back into where he was and the danger he was in. Tamlin’s mouth pulled into a snarl and he quickly ducked away from the open area, hiding in between bushes and trees and winding through the rest of the gardens. Trying to find some way out of here. 

He found that the grounds were so large and trying to find his way out of them was like being trapped in a maze. As it was he wound up in some kind of small woods. Large tall oaks loomed above him, but he could still smell the pollen behind him, and didn’t know whether he had left the grounds or these woods were still part of the mansion. 

Tamlin ignored the knots twisting tighter and tighter in his stomach as he marched forward in the general direction of South, (or what he hoped was South). He ignored the chill that spread over his skin, making his mind beg to turn back. He kept going further and further and further, until it was looking dark above, maybe that was the thick brush getting thicker and thicker as he went. 

It was nerves he told himself, not real, just flight or fight making him jumpy. 

But as he went further, he could have sworn something like a finger brushed his shoulder. Tamlin leapt away with a shout. Brushing off his clothes like he was trying tog et rid of a bug. His body kept washing over and over with fear so intense it paralysed him. Shaking, stumbling back he scanned the world but saw nothing at all. 

Nothing, it was nothing, just nerves or a bug that had fallen on him. It had to be, there was nothing else out here. 

Still he picked up the pace, going faster and faster and faster until he broke out into a sprint, heading further and further into the dark forest. Running for his life, trying to reach the border, to get back to his family, to his world. Not this place. Anywhere but this terrifying place. 

Then more chills fell down his spine, rolling through his like waves lapping at a sandy shore. Tamlin stumbled but kept running, not turning back, not looking back for a single second. 

Something like a hand reached out, brushing his hair and shoulder, wrapping around his neck. A scream curled in his throat and he grabbed a branch as he ran, tearing it away and keeping it like a sword at his side. Still whatever was behind him started to whisper. Cruel cold words he didn’t understand but knew anyway, threats, promises of eating him alive. 

A roar, a roar that he remembered from the night, however long ago it was, he had been kidnapped. 

It rattled the ground, Tamlin fell to the floor, scraping his knees and elbows, but not caring as the land shuddered. The trees around him seemed to bend to the sound. Whatever had shattered the sky once more had power here and it rippled through the world. 

All at once the whispering ceased, and a shriek of terror and pain ripped through the world. Tamlin hid under a large root and curled in on himself, hiding away, not daring to even breath loud. 

In a second it was over, and silence filled the air once more. But only for a single second, before a low growl tore the ground and footsteps followed, getting closer, and closer, and closer.

He didn’t have many options. None at all really. 

Tamlin clung to the stick he had grabbed, and as a huff of warm air from around the shelter of the root breathed over him. A rush of adrenaline fueled his body. 

Tamlin leapt up from underneath the root, with barely a second to spare he pulled the stick and launched it at the creature with all the might in his body. 

It hit the beast’s jaw with a thud, followed by a roar of pain from the creature as it stumbled back, reeling from the hit. 

Tamlin took no time in pondering how he had just signed his death warrant. Instead he took off through the woods. Rocketing through at lightning speeds, desperately forcing his way through the brush. The beast shouted a battle cry once more as it raced after him. He could hear it pounding behind him on all fours.

He was prey in a trap, little more than game to be hunted. 

Tamlin ran faster and faster and faster-

He smacked into a very hard, very solid form and fell back on the ground. 

Reeling with dizziness. Tamlin forced his way up, thinking he had hit a tree. 

The idea he smacked into a tree was quickly shattered as a sly voice crooned from above him, “Well isn’t this interesting? We were looking for you, little fawn, and here you are running right back to us.”

Tamlin forced his eyes up and his eyes went wide. A tall man grinned wickedly down at him, dark skin gleaming in the sunlight above, red hair spilling down his back and shoulders like waves of scarlet. His face was half covered by a gilded fox-shaped mask. Underneath a scar over his right eye was plain to see, inside the eye socket instead of a normal eyeball, was instead a golden contraption that mimicked his other eye. 

It seemed the tree he had hit was the man’s chest. Tamlin felt himself go very red, then white as he saw the long pointed ears sticking out from in amongst the locks of crimson. 

He scrambled back, but the fox masked man just raised an eyebrow, “Don’t run away again, little fawn, it won’t go well for you.”

Tamlin snarled as he got to his feet and pulled up his stick with him, holding it like a sword, “Get the fuck away from me.”

Little fawn, they were matched in height, granted Tamlin hadn’t eaten a full meal in who knew how long so they weren’t quite matched in build. But Tamlin had never been a man to look down upon. 

Except this creature wasn’t man. Rather Faery creature. 

Tamlin tried not to let his fear show. 

However, the Faery seemed less inclined to toy with him, instead turning his eyes to something behind Tamlin, “Feyre! I found your wayward doe, ran right to me.”

Tamlin went completely still as heavy footsteps thundered behind him. The beast, he had forgotten about the beast. 

Tamlin bared a glance over his shoulder and there it stood. As terrifying and horrible as when he had seen it scare away those wolves from tearing him to shreds. It was so, so much bigger than him. With those glinting yellow eyes that glared down at them. 

Tamlin felt like passing out. But held his ground as he tried to step away, to get away. 

But he hit the Faery behind him again, and quickly reeled away. The fox-masked man cackled, and Tamlin kept looking in between the beast and the Faery.

Caught between a rock and hard place, with no escape.

Shit. 

In a split second, as Tamlin considered just making a break and running for it. There was a sudden glow of gold, a brightness that had Tamlin shielding his eyes, it was gone in a moment, and suddenly he heard quieter steps coming toward him. 

“Yes, yes, an applause for you Lucien.” A snarky voice quipped. 

“I do try,” The fox-masked man, Lucien, said. 

Tamlin, however, did not look at Lucien, supposedly, behind him as his eyes went astronomically wide as he saw who now replaced the form of the beast. 

In the glow, fur had turned to skin and horns had disappeared. Paws were now hands and yellow eyes had turned to blue ones. 

A woman stepped out towards him. In a green tunic with a quiver of arrows on her back, as well as a bow. Her boots thudded against the ground, and her braid of brown hair slung over her shoulder. Her eyes were cold as she walked towards him. Face half hidden, like Lucien, by a mask. This mask however, was gilded gold and shaped like the face of the beast. Her eyes kept glancing at the stick in his hand, a drop of blood welled on her jaw, the small scratch quickly beginning to heal itself.

It seemed Lucien caught quickly on to why the stick was in Tamlin’s hand and why the female Faery had a slight scratch on her jaw a sudden cackle was torn from him, “Oh, the human got you in the jaw, Feyre? Isn’t that something Alis will be dying to hear of.”

“Quiet Lucien,” Feyre, the beast, said, narrowing her eyes in a predatory way. 

“But it’s so much fun to speak.” Lucien said. 

Feyre ignored him as her eyes went back to Tamlin, “You escaped your rooms, how?”

Tamlin snarled, and lifted the stick again like he might try to strike her and run. His mother had driven it into him to never hit girls, but his brothers had driven it into him to give back what people gave him. 

And in this moment, he thought killing a Faery in order to escape a kidnapping sounded pretty even for what they had given him. 

“Feisty eh?” Lucien crooned. 

Feyre let out a slow release of breath through her nose, then her eyes turned back to Lucien, “Take him back to Rosehall, have the servants prepare him for supper.”

So they were going to turn him into stew. 

“Now, little fawn, no need to go so pale, no one will be eating you.” Lucien said as he prowled around to face Tamlin, practically reading the thoughts going through his head. Lucien then looked him up and down slowly before adding, “Not in that regard at least.”

“Don’t be crass.” Feyre chided, waving her hand, “I’ve had enough of hide and go seek, take him back and lock the windows this time.”

“Wait-” Tamlin started, but Lucien just rolled his eyes at Feyre and grabbed his arm. Tamlin tried to reef it away, but all of a sudden he was swept into darkness. 

It felt like he was falling through flames, through dark flames that wouldn't burn him. It only happened for a few seconds before his knees hit wood and he looked around to find himself back in the room he had woken up in. Lucien was standing above him as Tamlin tried to catch his breath after having it stolen from his lungs. 

“Get him dressed… and somewhat clean.” Lucien ordered someone in the room. 

“Yes my lord,” A male voice responded. Tamlin looked up to see a sweet-faced boy with blue skin and fluttering wings. He had long black hair and black eyes. Despite the terrifying Faery features, he seemed gentle and kind. 

“Good, have him ready in fifteen minutes, sundown approaches.” Lucien started to head for the door.

“Stop!” Tamlin shouted, causing the red-head to look back over his shoulder. 

“Where am I?” Tamlin asked, needing to know, to have some idea. 

Lucien gave a small smirk, “Why you’re in Prythian, little fawn, welcome to the Spring Court.”

Without another word, he opened the door and closed it behind him. 

Tamlin looked up at the Faery servant, who smiled gently. 

Tamlin met the gesture with a growl. 

In hindsight, he made the poor man’s life so much harder than it needed to be. But either he expected it, or was used to it, as whenever Tamlin refused to cooperate, it was met with indifference and repetition of whatever order he had been given. Whether that be to take off his shirt, sit still for his hair to be brushed, or to even get into the sweet-smelling bathwater. 

He felt a little like an obstinate toddler, but for the Gods sakes, they had kidnapped him. Who in their right mind thought he, of all the people in the world, would go along with this easily? 

The blue Faery only said they had all night whenever Tamlin sat on the floor and glared at the wall. Tamlin reminded him with a snappy tone that they only had fifteen minutes, his words were met with silence, which only served to anger him further. 

Somehow, through patience and a lot of counting to ten, the blue Faery had him clean and sitting at a vanity, glaring at him through the mirror as his nimble finger braided his unruly blond hair into a long braid. 

“You know I was forced here too.” The blue Faery said. At that Tamlin blinked suddenly. 

“What?”

“I come from another land, another Court. The Court of Summer. I was forced to leave when my village was struck. The bandits that plundered my father’s house killed every living person, but missed me as I escaped through the window with my sister.”

“Oh.” Tamlin said, not really knowing how to react. 

“Mm,” he hummed, “We had not a mark on us. We didn’t know where we were going. Our village was the closest to Spring, we accidently crossed over here, into the Spring Court and had no choice but to go further in, hunger pushed us, and my sister died on the walk through the woods.”

“I…” Tamlin suddenly felt incredibly guilty for the way he had been acting, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I carried her all the way through Spring, until eventually the High Lady found me whilst she was patrolling with sentries. Her majesty, bless her reign, took me in and gave me a job in her household. My sister had a proper burial and I have lived here ever since.”

Tamlin fiddled with his fingers. Watching the Faery behind him as his fingers began to weave daises through the braid, “That must have been… scary.”

“It was, I didn’t like being here at first, even though I was just met with kindness. I snapped at a lot of people and worked as alone as I could. But after long enough I grew to love my new position. And I am thankful to the Lady for rescuing me.”

“That’s… that’s good.”

He smiled into the mirror, “Did you have any family?”

Did, as if they were dead, gone, as if he would never see them again. 

He supposed he wouldn’t. Not now that he is here. 

Not that the family he did have were much of a family. 

“Sort of.” Tamlin mumbled, “My two older brothers and my father.”

He nodded, “I see.”

The Faery looked at him as if he expected Tamlin to continue, when Tamlin just stared back blankly he looked back down at the braid he was making. Tamlin cast his eyes down to his rough fingers, scarred from times he had nicked the skin with arrows. 

“There.” He eventually said, “All ready.”

Tamlin looked at his reflection, and barely recognised it. 

His skin was clean and gleaming with hydration from the obscene amount of creams and oils the Faery had forcibly rubbed into his body. His hair was for once, untangled and smooth, braided nicely with some curls peeking out. His hair was curly from his mother’s side, whilst he had his father’s pale complexion. He inherited the impossible curls from his mother. 

The clothes he wore weren’t stained or torn, rather pressed. A white shirt and green waistcoat with golden detailing. Brown trousers, with shiny dark brown, leather shoes. All of it worth more than his brothers would say he was worth. Though his brothers liked to say if they sold him for two marks, someone would bargain for lower. 

“It's time to go.” The blue Faery said, waving him up from the vanity. This time, Tamlin stood with no complaints, which the Faery seemed to be pleased with. 

“What’s your name?” Tamlin found himself asking. Mentally slapping himself. 

“Tain.” He replied, “Yours?”

“Tamlin.” Tamlin murmured. 

“A pleasure to serve you, Tamlin.” Tain said, bowing his head. 

“A pleasure to meet you, Tain.” Tamlin replied, awkwardly bowing his head, not quite sure what to do. 

Tain quickly took him to leave the room. Opening the creaking door Tamlin saw the glorious extent of the interior of the manor. 

It was all gilded and polished and glowing. Large windows with sunlight flooding the halls. Paintings filled the walls. And the white and black chequered tiles in the hallways were covered by handmade, intricate rugs. 

It was all so expensive looking Tamlin found himself open-mouth gawking at it. More than once Tain had to snap at him to close his mouth and move quicker. 

Tamlin obeyed, still reeling a little from Tain’s story. 

It was in no time at all that they were going down a flight of stairs and walking to a room down a hallway, which had the large door wide open, and the sound of two voices arguing flowing from it. 

“You didn’t think to lock the window!” A woman shouted. 

“I didn’t think a human could scale down four stories!” A man shot back. 

“I told you to take precautions-” The woman started to reply before she cut herself off. 

Tamlin and Tain rounded the corner into the room, and Tamlin found himself staring at the two who had caught him earlier. 

Feyre, the beast who had kidnapped him and scared him two ways to death, was sitting at the head of the table. Wearing a gold and green tunic with trousers similar to his own, only more tailored. Her hair, instead of in a braid, was flowing down in waves over her back, with a ring of gold around her head. She leaned her cheek against her head as she looked from Tamlin to Lucien. Her fingers tapping her mask. 

Lucienn was standing behind the seat on Feyre’s right. His eye clicked as he looked over Tamlin. Wearing a blue, fitted tunic and black pants. Rings covering his fingers, and his hair braided back. He regarded Tamlin with a grin, “Tain you work magic once again.”

“Thank you my lord.” Tain bowed low at the waist. 

“Thank you Tain, you may retire.” Feyre said. 

“Thank you, my High Lady.” Tain said, still bowing. After a second, he stood straight and left the room. 

High Lady. Tamlin whipped his eyes back to Feyre, who regarded him with a look of boredom. 

So this was the High Lady, the mistress of this house. 

Of this… Court. 

Lucien slunk down into his seat, not seeming to need confirmation from his Lady. He crossed one leg over the other, and tapped his finger against the arm of his chair, he looked over at Feyre and half-discreetly cleared his throat. 

Feyre shot him a withering glare before looking back at Tamlin, leaning back in her chair and she looked him up and down, “You didn’t manage to escape again.”

Lucien cleared his throat again, louder this time. Tamlin scrutinised him with big green eyes. Feyre glared at him. 

The High Lady, or whatever she was, turned back to him, “What was your name?”

Lucien’s eye roll was made audible by the clicking of his eye. Feyre’s eye twitched rapidly. 

“Why should I tell you that?” Tamlin spat with venom on his tongue. 

“Because if you don’t this is going to be a lot harder for you.” Feyre snarled at him. 

“My Lady.” Lucien murmured in warning. 

Feyre let out something between a sigh and a hiss, “My name is Feyre, his is Lucien.” She said as she jutted a fork towards Lucien. 

“I gathered.” Tamlin said deadpan. 

“You know our names, so I must know yours.” Feyre said, “So?”

Tamlin wondered if that was some kind of Faery bargain exchange, he considered not answering but the look of growing frustration on Feyre’s face told him to just say it, there wasn’t much he would be able to hide for long if he was to be some sort of slave here.

“Tamlin.” He said, “My name is Tamlin.”

“Like the ballad?” Lucien asked, “The Ballad of Tam Lin?”

“Exactly like the Ballad of Tam Lin.” Tamlin watched Lucien from the corner of his eye. 

“Something your mother liked then.” Feyre murmured as she watched Tamlin. 

Tamlin furrowed his brow, “What?”

Feyre shrugged, “I am assuming your father didn’t come up with the name, so your mother did, meaning she liked the Ballad of Tam Lin.”

Tamlin swallowed, “It was her favourite.”

Feyre hummed in acknowledgment, and from the corner of his eye Tamlin saw Lucien give something like an encouraging nod. 

The High Lady sighed quietly and jutted her head to the seat at her left, as she dug her fork and knife into the plate of steaming food before her, “Sit.”

Tamlin remained standing, after a minute passed, Feyre looked up at him through her eyebrows, “Sit.” She commanded again. 

Tamlin crossed his arms and met her scowl with obstinance. 

Unlike Tain, Feyre did not care for his antics, nor cared for patience. 

Something that felt like invisible hands grabbed him, even when he screamed and thrashed, they didn’t relent, pulling him to sit in that seat, then tying him to the chair with invisible ropes. He struggled and pulled and kicked but Feyre just went back to eating. Only Lucien made a slow head turn to Feyre with a look of barely concealed anger. She just shrugged the red-heads expression off. 

“Let me go!” Tamlin shouted. 

“Eat.” She ordered.

“I refuse.” He said. 

“Then starve.” She hissed, “Either way you are not moving.”

“I believe what the High Lady means.” Lucien cut in, “Is that you have to eat eventually, so please would you eat what has been prepared.”

“That isn’t exactly what I meant.” Feyre mumbled through a mouthful of thick steak. 

Even through his stubbornness, Tamlin felt his stomach growling with hunger, he hadn’t eaten anything other than stale crackers and some boiled potatoes in two months. And what he ate before that was little more than tomato soups and salted meat. 

Magic took the plate before him, lifting it with invisible hands and filling it with the meat, vegetables, breads and fruits from the feast before him, before setting it down before him. 

Tamlin stared at the dinner, and his mind went back to what could be happening back in the cottage. 

Remembering the inventory of their kitchen, there were a few boxes of crackers left and some jars of preserved vegetables he had managed to convince his brothers not to eat until the dead of winter, when they would undoubtedly get snowed in and be unable to hunt for any meat. 

Those jars would be gone in a matter of days without Tamlin to mediate his hungry brothers from taking them. Neither had ever cared for long-term survival, not since they fell into poverty. 

“Eat.” The High lady ordered again. 

Tamlin scowled, but when he tugged his right hand, it was released. He took up a fork and began to stab at a roasted carrot. 

“Does the carrot owe you money, Tamlin?” Lucien asked with a laugh in his voice. 

Tamlin shot him a frightful glare and the laughing from his eyes fell away into annoyance, he looked at Feyre and mumbled, “God really did make two of em.”

“Shut your two-faced mouth, Lucien.” Feyre said as she too stabbed at her vegetables. 

Tamlin breathed something of a laugh, at which both of their heads shot up to stare at him. 

The almost laugh was strangled in a second as he growled low again and shoved the mutilated carrot in his mouth. 

Feyre snarled something softly at Lucien and he just grinned at Tamlin, taking a fork and elegantly piercing a potato. 

“So, Tamlin, you wandered to our side, where were you before that?” The fox like Faery asked with a sly look in his eyes. Tamlin didn’t trust it for a second. 

“Why would I tell you that?” He nearly spat. 

Lucien shrugged, “Making conversation.”

“Enough, Lucien.” Feyre said, “We don’t need to listen to your quibbling while we’re eating.”

“Says the great chatterbox High lady.” Lucien said with an eyeroll. Feyre answered with narrowed eyes and a claw appearing on the edge of her finger. Lucien quietened down but not without mumbling something about ‘dramatics.’

A few minutes past in a tense silence. One that had Tamlin’s muscles coiling tighter and tighter with every passing second. 

Finally all the tension seemed to snap in him and he asked, “Why am I here?”

Both Faeries went still, too still, in a way that Tamlin couldn’t see a flicker of movement, not even in their breathing. It unnerved him and suddenly he wished he hadn’t asked. 

Feyre glanced at Lucien before she ultimately said, “You listened to the singing winds and came to us, but that you are bound to our world.”

The answer made little sense to him. Tamlin found his eyes narrowing even further, “You tricked me.”

Feyre scoffed, “Tricked? The singing winds send out a song every seven years, it isn’t our fault that your kind doesn’t want against our magic playing.” 

***

Sitting at the edge of a brook, Tamlin picked up a smooth, round stone. Briefly running his thumb over the surface. Barely a rough spot on its steel grey top. Casting green eyes over the gentle stream of crystal clear water running in between rocks and over slopes, heading downhill into the forest. He aggressively tossed the rock into the water, watching it splash. Droplets splattered across the sleeve of his white shirt. 

Footsteps echoed behind him, making him jolt slightly, he cast his eyes over his shoulder and saw the form heading for him. 

Her hair was in it’s usual braid, hanging behind her hair. Pretty face carved with lines of exhaustion, her stormy eyes were softer than usual, having a kinder tint to them. Her hands were folded neatly behind her. Wearing brown hunting pants and a green tunic with a bow and quiver of arrows strapped to her back. Her belt was filled with hunting knives, all carved to the handle resembled the bud of a rose. 

Tamlin turned back around, another stupid decision, to turn his back on a Faery creature. But he had so far been here a month and they hadn’t killed him yet. 

Feyre sat down beside him. Spreading one leg out and bending the other up. 

“So.” She started, her voice a gentle hum, though there was an air of awkwardness as she tried to come up with what to say, “how has your day been so far?”

Tamlin threw her a suspicious look, narrowing his eyes as he hesitantly responded, “Fine.”

She nodded, meeting his glare with an almost glare of her own before she seemed to catch herself and turned back to the bubbling brook. 

“You like hunting right?” She asked, seeming to find something to talk about. 

At that he cast her a strange look, “Where did you get that idea?”

She shrugged as she leaned back on the palms of her hands, stretching out both legs, “You had a bow and quiver full of very sharp arrows that day I found you in the woods. You seemed to know how to handle them. Therefore you must hunt.”

He answered the Faery with a shrug of his own, drawing some kind of stick figure in the ground, “I hunt out of necessity.”

She blinked at that, tilting her head in a near animalistic manner. It caused Tamlin’s heart to start thumping against his ribcage, like an animal remembering they were prey in a dog’s kennel. 

“Interesting.” She murmured. A ray of sun peeked through the folds of the leaves above and shone across Feyre’s face. Her freckles seemed to glow in the gold in the air. She lifted her chin up ever so slightly, as if basking in the added warmth on her. 

Tamlin looked away again as his heart kept beating faster and faster. 

***

“You’re kidding.” Tamlin hid his own laugh behind his palm. 

Feyre flopped back into the grass behind her, crushing wildflowers. They framed the back of her glowing, locks of burnt honey hair. She grinned up at him with sparkling eyes, “Nope. I scared that fox so much he grabbed the chandelier.”

“I didn’t think he’d be so easily spooked.” Not at all, though it was a very fun idea to think of Lucien being scared shitless by Feyre appearing out of a closet so suddenly. Tamlin stared down at the Faery woman below him. She held his eyes as her hand lifted off the soft grass. Brushing a golden strand behind his ear. 

“How are you faring here?” She asked in a quieter voice. 

As the months had gone on, Tamlin had found himself getting more and more used to this new world. Coming to a deeper understanding that he wasn’t going home and quickly learning to not mourn that fact. It was nice that he didn’t have to share a bed with his horrible brothers any longer, but the fact that he could not know for certain if his family was fine did eat away at him a little. 

“I am concerned for my family, but I am learning how to live here.” Tamlin revealed, a sliver closer into him. He had been letting her get closer and closer. Feyre hadn’t at first seemed someone to care about what went on in his head, but as the days went on, he found himself more and more drawn into her. 

Feyre gave a small smile, “If it's of any condolences. I did have quite the sum of money sent to them.”

Tamlin’s eyes suddenly snapped down to Feyre once more, “What?”

“After I figured out about your family, and where they were located, I sent them money, a nice house and a carriage. They are well-cared for.”

“How…” How did she find them?

Feyre just winked, “Call it magic.”

“You are…” Tamlin let out a breathless laugh as he lightly smacked her arm. She laughed hard, as she forced herself to sit up. To look over the rolling hills, grazing the edge of the horizon. The sun setting in the distance allowed for oranges, reds, purples and pinks to pain the sky with a thousand different brush strokes. Tamlin watched it all with a cocked head, before he turned to Feyre. What he saw made him blink as he watched her. 

Her eyes were set on the horizon and on the myriad of colours. The sheer amount of diversity in the sky seemed to make her light up. She folded her arms around her knees as she stared off into the distance. Seemingly oblivious to anything or anyone outside of it. 

“I would paint this.” Feyre sighed. 

“You paint?” Tamlin asked, another strange thing he had learned about the Faery. He tucked it away in the deep corner of his mind. 

“Yeah.” Feyre hummed. Before she quickly straightened out and her face went blank. 

“I used to,” She clarified, “then… then a blight came over Prythian and I just haven't had the time for such things anymore.”

“Why don’t you paint now?’ Tamlin asked. 

“Excuse me?” Feyre reacted before Tamlin even realized he had blurted the words out. His stupid tongue revealing his own stupid thoughts. Only to be born with a filter. 

‘I said.” Tamlin started to repeat, “Why don’t you paint right now?”

She blinked again at him, those big eyes boring into him as she studied his frame. 

“Maybe,” A small smile graced her lips, “You think I should?”

“Yes,” Tamlin answered, “I absolutely think you should.”

‘I want you too,’ He was trying to say. ‘I want you too.’

“Okay,” she said, “Okay then.”

With a wave of her hand suddenly a sketchbook appeared as well as a tray of paints and water and brushes. She glanced over at Tamlin's curious eyes as she picked up a brush.

She smiled gently, more gentle than any smile he had seen from her yet, she grabbed a nearby brush and with another flick of her wrist another sketchbook appeared in her hand. Feyre handed it over to him, causing Tamlin to furrow his brows. 

What's this for? He asked.

“For you,” she said with an eye roll to which Tamlin shook his head.

“I don't paint.”

You can try,” Was all she answered with.

Who was he to argue with that?

So he did.

He did paint and he was awful at it, in fact it was a monstrosity that they both laughed at until their stomach hurt. Tamlin let the sketchbook in his hands slip onto the grassy floor, not wanting to look at the horror of pink and blue he had created any longer. He glanced over Feyre's shoulder. Where she was hunched over herself, painting with quick, precise strokes that mesmerized him.

And the work she made, the painting itself... Dear God.

The brush strokes were never ending, and the color blended into the page creating a timeless, seamless picture. Near a replica of the ever-fading sunset before them. Tamlin stared at the picture, the rolling hills and dark trees on the horizon. The buttery sun fading away and giving off a gradient of colors that eventually etched the night sky and the twinkling stars started to spot like the freckles on Feyre's face.

Tamlin awe must have shown on his face for Feyre blushed hard and coughed, “It's not that good but I-”

“Feyre look at my painting then at yours and tell me yours isn’t good again.” He told her, never taking his eyes off the sketch in her hands.

Feyre laughed hard at that, and Tamlin decided something right there and then.

Maybe being kidnapped by a Faery Queen wasn’t all that bad. 

@tamlinweek

#acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin #lucien vanserra #feyre archeron #feylin #acotar headcanons #acotar au #tamlin week 2024 #tamlin week #tamlin week day 1

[puzzled-pegasus]

Wof Tribe Headcanons

IceWings have lots of variety in the shapes of their horns. They can be straight, curved, looped like a ram's, or branched like antlers.

IceWings can have gray or green eyes as well as blue.

Somewhat of a given but IceWings have blue gums. I noticed this while drawing one with bared teeth lol

SeaWings have a coating of slime on their scales to help them glide through the water, like a fish. Because of this, they always feel wet to the touch.

More of a redesign than a headcanon but I feel like SandWings should be able to have a gene for rattle tails instead of barbed. Additionally, they should have mouth venom like a NightWing.

SkyWings are particularly closely related to RainWings and can change color very slightly between shades of red, orange, or pink.

Solid color dragons are boring af so guess what! They can have markings! Stripes, tails of different shades, spots, speckles, freckles, face stars, muzzles, blazes, tail tips.

Many MudWings have green mixed in with their scales to blend in to more mossy or algae filled swamp land. They can also have green or yellow eyes as well as brown.

SkyWings have a holiday like Halloween, where they carve gourd lanterns and make sweets and whatnot and the high status ones paint their faces and wear costumes because it's the night where the spirits can come down from the sky and cause Mayhem and I'm not sure what other traditions it would entail but the war and Queen Scarlet and all that kinda made it not fun for a while so they stopped celebrating as much but Ruby is bringing back the Fun and doing pair costumes with Cliff

SandWings grow marijuana

NightWings can have silver freckles

The only tribes that have SLIT PUPILS should be SeaWings and NightWings because SeaWings have good night vision and NightWings also should, as they are in fact up at night.

This fact in mind, NightWings should 100 percent have LIGHT eye colors because LIGHT eye colors reflect more light so one can SEE BETTER AT NIGHT. These colors should include yellow, orange, green, and blue, maybe purple because they're all mystical. Not black eyes like are described on Darkstalker.

SandWings are often superstitious and things like magicicans, psychics, witchcraft, onstage shows are common jobs. It was probably originally an idea to trick people into paying them for lying, but it caught on and now many people believe it. Storytelling is also a common job.

NightWing wings have sort of feathery edges like an owl, allowing for near silent flight at night.

Falconry is common in SkyWings because birds of prey are the only pet they can have follow them and be even close to keeping up with them in the sky.

I've probably said this before but uh?? Where's our tribe flags??? They need flags and symbols and stuff??

RainWings have flat molars because they eat more fruit than any other tribe and have for thousands of years

SilkWings can have fuzz like moths! They can have patches of it, or a line down their back, or a tail tuft, or be completely covered!

SeaWings can have barbels like catfish. This makes them especially useful at hunting for shellfish. SeaWings and SandWings also have heat sensors.

SandWings can taste the air like a snake. Their tongues flick out whenever they are intrigued. They have a bit of a lisp because their tongues are unusually shaped.

#wings of fire headcanons #wof tribe headcanons

[asongoficeandfiresource]

The Year of the Three Brides in The Rise of the Dragon  

The 49th year after Aegon’s Conquest gave the people of Westeros a welcome respite from the chaos and conflict that had gone before. It would be a year of peace, plenty, and marriage, remembered in the annals of the Seven Kingdoms as the Year of the Three Brides.

Rhaena Targaryen and Androw Farman The new year was but a fortnight old when news of the first of the three weddings came out of the west, from Fair Isle by the Sunset Sea. There, in a small swift ceremony under the sky, Rhaena Targaryen wed Androw Farman, the second son of the Lord of Fair Isle. It was the groom’s first marriage, the bride’s third. Though twice widowed, Rhaena was but twenty-six. Her new husband, just ten-and-seven, was notably younger, a comely and amiable youth said to be utterly besotted with his new wife. Their wedding was presided over by the groom’s father, Marq Farman, Lord of Fair Isle, and conducted by his own septon. Lyman Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, and his wife, Jocasta, were the only great lords in attendance. Two of Rhaena’s former favorites, Samantha Stokeworth and Alayne Royce, made their way to Fair Isle in some haste to stand with the widowed queen, together with the groom’s high-spirited sister, the Lady Elissa. The remainder of the guests were bannermen and household knights sworn to either House Farman or House Lannister. King and court remained entirely ignorant of the marriage until a raven from the Rock brought word, days after the wedding feast and the bedding that sealed the match.

Alyssa Velaryon and Rogar Baratheon When the day of the wedding finally arrived, more than forty thousand smallfolk ascended the Hill of Rhaenys to the Dragonpit to bear witness to the union of the Queen Regent and the Hand. (Some observers put the count even higher.) Thousands more cheered Lord Rogar and Queen Alyssa in the streets as their procession made its way across the city, attended by hundreds of knights on caparisoned palfreys, and columns of septas ringing bells. “Never has there been such a glory in all the annals of Westeros,” wrote Grand Maester Benifer. Lord Rogar was clad head to heel in cloth-of-gold beneath an antlered halfhelm, whilst his bride wore a greatcloak sparkling with gemstones, with the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen and the silver seahorse of the Velaryons facing one another on a divided field. Yet for all the splendor of the bride and groom, it was the arrival of Alyssa’s children that set King’s Landing to talking for years to come. King Jaehaerys and Princess Alysanne were the last to appear, descending from a bright sky on their dragons, Vermithor and Silverwing (the Dragonpit still lacked the great dome that would be its crowning glory, it must be recalled), their great leathern wings stirring up clouds of sand as they came down side by side, to the awe and terror of the gathered multitudes. (The oft-told tale that the arrival of the dragons caused the aged High Septon to soil his robes is likely only a calumny.)

Alysanne and Jaehaerys Targaryen The following morning, as the sun rose, Jaehaerys Targaryen, the First of His Name, took to wife his sister Alysanne in the great yard at Dragonstone, before the eyes of gods and men and dragons. Septon Oswyck performed the marriage rites; though the old man’s voice was thin and tremulous, no part of the ceremony was neglected. The seven knights of the Kingsguard stood witness to the union, their white cloaks snapping in the wind. The castle’s garrison and servants looked on as well, together with a good part of the smallfolk of the fishing village that huddled below Dragonstone’s mighty curtain walls. A modest feast followed the ceremony, and many toasts were drunk to the health of the boy king and his new queen. Afterward Jaehaerys and Alysanne retired to the bedchamber where Aegon the Conqueror had once slept beside his sister Rhaenys, but in view of the bride’s youth there was no bedding ceremony, and the marriage was not consummated.

#rhaena targaryen (daughter of aenys) #androw farman #alyssa velaryon #rogar baratheon #Alysanne Targaryen #jaehaerys i targaryen #asoiaf #asoiafedit #the rise of the dragon #official art #asoiaf art #targnation

[thismoonrisekingdom]

It says something how absolutely unhinged my brain is about this fucking “antler queen” mystery. Can’t remember the last time I was flip flopping like this.

That said. Van Palmer is NOT the antler queen, but I firmly believe she’s the spirit of the wilderness. Taissa and Lottie are red herrings. They’re not possessed. Van is, and that’s why she can’t die and why she turned so quickly.

#spoilers #yellowjackets #season 1 #season 2 #van palmer #antler queen #fan theory #Lottie is the child of the wilderness #taissa is it’s enemy

[theswifterhood]

Yellowjackets Theory:

So we all saw in 2x3 when Shauna’s nose bled onto the symbol on the blanket, which then was ominously followed by a bunch of birds dying. Well, if you recall in season 1, Lottie says that they have to “spill blood.” I would refer to a nosebleed as a blood spillage. Especially since it was on the symbol. So, this leads me to believe a few things:

1. The girls will all start to view Lottie as their new leader, with Jackie (the voice of reason and the appointed team captain) dead and gone. Lottie will continue to say weird things in French (probably because they’re in Canada.), and they’ll all start following her. Lottie is the antler queen (wbk). Some of the girls/guys (like Natalie and Ben) will not be down to follow Lottie around like a cult leader.

2. Spilling blood = survival. If they spill blood, they will be granted in return something that can help them live, most likely food. This is why I think Javi is dead, Javi died (spilled blood) and they were rewarded by the spirits (I think they’re wendigos) with a healthy bear to eat.

3. So why didn’t they get a bear when Shauna bled on the blanket? Because it was a small amount of blood in comparison to someone literally dying. This leads me to the sacrifices/pit girl. I don’t know (nor do I really care) who pit girl is. If you ask me, she’s Mari. This is because of the appearance, and the dripping she keeps hearing (in the pilot we see the girl is bled out likely by Shauna). I think they are sacrificing the girls/guys going forward, not eating them though. I think Lottie will convince the girls the only way to survive is to appease the spirits, by spilling blood. They will then be rewarded with resources. The less blood you spill, the less valuable the reward.

4. This theory also explains why the girls won’t say what they did out there to survive. Like we know with the real life soccer team that crashed, people will not judge you if you eat other people to survive (or at least most people won’t)!! But if you sacrifice those people to some evil forest spirits… then they will.

So yeah. I love this show. I love any show that lets me go online and theorize, honestly. It’s why I loved PLL when it was on. It’s why I love Stranger Things and Yellowjackets now. Theorizing about things with a shared community of people who love it just as much as you do is really special!!! Buzz. 🐝

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets theory #yellowjackets thoughts #yellowjackets theories #antler queen #yellowjackets showtime

[comradekatara]

gaang + fire nation girls and their opinions on yellowjackets??

okay well i've talked before about how katara suki and ty lee watch yellowjackets together as well as assigning each character their yellowjacket counterpart, so check those posts out too, if you want!

aang: he knows katara loves it, but he can't watch it, he finds it too upsetting and creepy

sokka: he enjoys it but katara can't stand watching it with him because he's always shit like "well if they had just listened to ben they wouldn't be in this mess" or "they should be nicer to nat" and he's killing the vibe -_-

zuko: it gives him nightmares but the good kind so he keeps watching. he's a little bit obsessed with adult shauna and adult misty they are like camp icons to him

toph: appreciates the soundtrack and also sokka's very biased recaps wherein each episodes mostly details what fresh misery his best friends nat and ben (and occasionally simone) have had to endure this time

suki: she loves the aesthetics, the tone, the suspense, the humor, the music, and most of all, the hot babes. i think she is a vangirl and a lottiegirl first and foremost so s2 was a beautiful gift to her. also she'd be lying if she said she hasn't read a fanfic or two

mai: she likes it but she thinks shauna should have, at the very least, kissed jackie's corpse, if not outright fucked it. ear eating was a good start and all, but doing your dead bestie's makeup is honestly not even weirder than what the average mortician does on a daily basis, so kind of disappointing to be honest.

azula: doesn't watch it because any tv show that isn't on hbo is too pedestrian for her refined tastes, but if she did she would be so obsessed with taissa she would be the number one taigirl and she would ship taishauna like her life depended on it!!!!

ty lee: it is one of her favorite tv shows ever because it involves lesbians eating human flesh in a bacchic frenzy and what can be better than that. she's a shaunagirl because she thinks shauna is the most unhinged and therefore the sexiest. she's the type of fan who is constantly coming up with fakakta theories about lore and where the show is gonna go next. if suki can constantly spam the yj groupchat with taivan fucking nasty in the lake 5k words then ty lee is at least allowed to predict that antler queen is actually a literal spirit of the wilderness who is personified by their very faith in the supernatural, right?

katara: a show depicting various women struggling to deal with their trauma in unhealthy unappealing destructive ways, toxic teenage girljocks who take soccer way too seriously, exploring taboos in relation to the colonial assumptions of society vs the constructed bogeyman of "the wilderness" that exists in the white supremacist imagination, and nuances of patriarchy vs relational modes of knowing through both absence and presence is exactly the kind of narrative that katara would be compelled, nay, transfixed by, even if she does have some well-deserved critiques when it comes to the show's execution, especially some of its blindspots when it comes to the issue of racialization. hence why she is the biggest yj head in this house (which is why i saved her for last). like she has a whole side twitter just for yj posting. she loves all her milf children equally, except she might have a teensy bias towards taissa for the simple fact that she is the best at soccer. katara is one of those fans who studies the soccer game in the pilot as a way of gleaning insight regarding the characters, because actually she's a really big nerd when it comes to things like that. she didn't like nat at first because she'd show up drunk to practices and that pissed her off, but then nat shared that strategy with kevyn tan's son and she decided that she was okay. stuff like that. despite the fact that she and suki have gotten into screaming matches debating jackie's sexuality ("i don't understand how you can think she isn't a lesbian how else are you supposed to read her character" "maybe she just kind of ...sucks? ever think of that?????") and also nat's (katara being of the opinion that nat is straight is actually so bravely correct of her, in this instance, despite suki's totally sympathetic objections that if nat is straight then how are she and lottie gonna partake in the milffucking?? hm?????) and also ben's ("no straight man would be carrying all those condoms with him for a weekend work trip" "suki not everyone is gay you can't just assign homosexuality to everyone you think is hot" [...] "okay i stand corrected just this once"), she is extremely emotionally invested in every single one of these characters, and seeing any of them get hurt or die makes her feel physically ill (yes, even laura lee). aang's like "you know, if this show is getting bad for your mental health, you don't have to rewatch every episode five times to pick up on nuances and easter eggs and potential foreshadowing" and katara's like "but if i don't then how will i be able to properly characterize them for my greek mythology AU novel-length fanfic???????" because she is totally normal about the show and everyone can agree on that.

#imliterallysobored #asks #the gaang and #mostly #katara #synthesis #modern au #because it incorporates katara being a soccer player. i guess #also do not ask me for yj fanfic recs i have never read any and i never will. just pulled those examples outta my ass #based on what i think could be compelling theoretically #and yes i do think that nat is straight. dont @ me!!!!!

[yonpote]

Hiii <3 ask game so we can tag phan!! shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up + if you think they can be related to DnP or not. Copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals!!

i have no such playlist so im just gonna shuffle all my albums lol.

jeff rosenstock - you, in weird cities OH HELL YEAH. "it's like i'm hanging out with you, in weird cities, getting lost and pretending that we'll never go back."

2. lemon demon - eighth wonder lmao i mean, this song's about a cryptid mongoose spirit, and dnp sure are cryptids. "hello, i'm here, i'm living in the wall / i know i might be small, but I, I, I am a freak."

3. syd - heartfelt freestyle oh. oh yeah. this ones for the phan yuri truthers. "and i don't wanna fight it, but you light my fire / you're like my queen."

4. the antlers - bear uhhh well... this song is about an abortion.... but yknow...... bear....... "there's a bear inside your stomach, a cub's been kicking from within."

5. laura stevenson - caretaker this song's about moving away from home particularly after being the one who took care of everyone.. very dancoded. "this is the last night in the house i was born in / could you give me a ride to the train in the morning? / i have a real nice place on a real nice block / with a garden outside, you should see it some time."

#i was gonna say something about mpreg but let me not anyway thanks for the tag game #i famously do not tag ppl in tag games i am far too awkward but feel free to send urself an ask on anon LOL #phan #music #dan and phil

[misty-caligula]

A short disclaimer about Lott’s mental state:

For those who do not think that Lottie is actually being visited by some kind of forest god, but is in fact mentally ill, I just want to be very very clear:

Being psychotic in its’ various forms, whether schizophrenic, bipolar, borderline or whatever, is NOT the same thing as being “a dangerous person”. Being delusional, having hallucinations, these things do not say anything at all about you as a person, about your moral compass, or your value as a human. Psychotic people are not more dangerous that people who aren’t, in fact people with significant mental illnesses are generally only a real danger to themselves, and are much less likely to hurt those around them than people who don’t. (Not to mention at far far greater risk of harm FROM others due to stigma)

Lottie’s losing her grip on what’s real, and that’s a difficult thing to go through, but her PERSONALITY is the same. She still wants to protect those around her, she’s still guided by what is, in the end, a feeling of responsibility and care. Whether or not her feelings are particularly appropriate is open to discussion, but all the women are flawed in their mindsets, and Lottie’s no different. But when it comes down to it, think of psychosis as similar to entering another dimension. The rules are different, the scenery changes, but YOU are the same, and you will still act in ways that seem rational and logical and consistent to you as the person who understands the new rules. It won’t make you evil, it won’t make you violent, it won’t make you a bad person, it’ll mostly just make you confused and scared.

What makes Lottie’s mental state dangerous is that she’s surrounded by people who do not understand what’s happening to her. In the teen timeline they think she’s in contact with the spirit of the forest, in the adult timeline they ... well... let’s put a pin in that and see how it pans out, because there’s options there and I don’t want to get lost in the weeds.

Point is, if Lottie was in the cabin and was having a psychotic experience and believed that something malevolent would hurt her friends, but they all recognised that she wasn’t seeing clearly, then she would try very hard to protect them and they would accomodate her. They’d probably try to make her comfortable, to assuage her fears, maybe they’d try to play along to help her. They’d probably feel sorry for her. Whether they’d be up to the task of helping her or not is... hard to say, but she wouldn’t be a danger to them.

But Lott’s mental state is being mistaken for some genuine spiritual connection to a god. And when people start doing what she says, following along and coming up with their own interpretations of her reality, adding their own assumptions, and then feeding it back to her, to get scrambled once again? That’s a recipe for disaster, because pretty soon NOBODY is thinking clearly, and all it takes is ONE angry person in the mix, one violent urge unchecked, one ... unexpected drug-fueled party... and you just do not know what people will do with that, there’s no telling where it can lead.

And we can see this happen in the woods, more often than not Lottie doesn’t really have a strong grasp on what she should do next. She’s kind of dropping in and out. Sometimes she’s the antler queen, leading by example, but other times she’s confused and scared and out of her depth, just going with the flow. But those around her are building a better structure with the materials she’s providing them, and often they’re stepping up to act with certainty (think Mari insisting the she can get food without a gun, Travis grabbing the skull off the wall without a moment’s hesitation) and this is reinforcing to her and to them that she’s right, and that they’re justified in their actions because she’s right. It’s a feedback loop based on absolutely nothing that’s started to overwhelm them.

But again, Lott having delusions and hallucinations is NOT inherently dangerous or bad or anything of the sort. It simply is the way that millions of people IRL live. And I feel it absolutely needs to be explicitly talked about before people start throwing around judgements and assumptions about her - and the many real people she’s representing - based on bias and misunderstanding and stigmatism.

#yellowjackets #getting a bit real but I feel like it needs to be said

[ericmicael]

And episodes 7 and 8 of "Frozen Podcast" were released.

7 - THE CONFESSION

The next spirit to face problems is Gale who attacks the three queens, but Elsa manages to prevent anyone from being hurt.

Gale ends up taking the group to a mountain and there they come across an automaton excavating it, but he faces problems which leads him to cause a landslide that would hit Elsa and Anna, but Disa ends up saving them

Elsa tries to hold him back with the ice while Disa and Anna try to get closer, but he is too strong for the ice which leads Elsa to decide to ask for help from the Giants. In the midst of the confusion, Anna and Disa end up trapped in a cave because of the landslides. Disa ends up having a panic attack, but Anna manages to calm her down. Disa is surprised at how Anna is dealing with this whole situation and Elsa's sister gives a summary of her problems in the two films and how this made her stronger. In the cave Anna says that the culprit is Wolfgang, but Disa confesses that she was the one who created the automatons. Disa created the automatons on her ship as a way of trying to help Arendelle with her science, but with simple things like purifying water, but apparently when they came into contact with the spirits of nature, they ended up causing some problem that led them to act strangers and cause all this confusion. Anna ends up arguing with Disa because she tried to impose her will on how Arendelle would go in the future without consulting her as queen, Anna is the one who decides the future of the kingdom and whether they followed that path or not. But Anna manages to forgive Disa and they end up hugging and working together they manage to leave

When they leave, the two come across Gale and Bruni, who are very calm and interact very well with Disa. The women decide to return to Arendelle to save Woflgang from jail, but Anna prefers to keep the revelation of Disa's guilt within her social circle rather than tell the kingdom

8 – THE DUKE OF ANTLERS

As soon as Anna and Disa return they go directly to Woflgang's cell to apologize and release him, Disa confesses her guilt to him, but Wolfgang doesn't take it personally and in fact he even enjoyed his time in prison since the allowed him to rethink his life and even composed a sequel to his opera

As they are preparing dinner Anna comments that Queen Disa hasn't shown up and feels that she is currently tense, Wolfgang says that he gave her copper because she was wanting to start a new project. And while Wolfgang talks to Olaf about opera, Anna goes to Disa

But Disa had gone outside and ends up being found first by Elsa who was riding Nokk. There is an uncomfortable atmosphere between the women as Anna's sister seems to only want to help the other woman and her people. Kristoff arrives being sent by Anna who wants to meet her, but Disa dismisses the company and seems really worried about her ship, much to Kristoff's confusion, although Elsa understands the other woman's feeling of wanting to be alone for a while

Mattias goes to Olaf and Wolfgang, the general wanted to apologize for having arrested him, but Wolfgang again shows that he does not hold any kind of grudge. Wolfgang spent two days in prison, but for him, who has a philosophical mind, he considered it an eternity of reflection alone in the philosophical way possible, much to Mattias's confusion since it was only literally two days. But as Mattias really wants to apologize and makes himself available to Wolfgang, the Duke of Weselton's nephew ends up pulling him into the sequel to his opera. Olaf even tried out for the same role Wolfgang wants for Mattias which involved playing the flute, but the snowman says he's a better singer and starts singing. And after that Wolfgang gives Mattias what he's been knitting the whole time since the two of them met in the square: the green sweater that matches his own, and he even made a blue one for Olaf that's a little difficult to put on

Disa is the last to arrive at dinner and says her ship suffered little damage. During the conversation at dinner Kristoff asks the trio of women if they saw Ryder in the Enchanted Forest and what he was doing, but the conversation is interrupted by Wolfgang who asks Disa if her machines can be used for mining and extraction, this conversation ends up making Disa feel sick and leave dinner

And with Disa gone, Lord Wolfgang focuses his attention on Kristoff by asking him about Ryder, but the conversation ends up being forgotten to focus on the sisters. Anna is worried about Disa, but Elsa although she trusted Anna about Disa she fears that her gone Anna is not safe, and again Anna reinforces that Disa is a good person and decides to go see Disa after dinner

After dinner, Wolfgang decides to premiere his opera with different instruments, and it has fifty-seven songs, much to Kristoff's despair and Anna's laughter, which they would have to listen to in its entirety

#frozen 2 #frozen podcast #forces of nature #ryder nattura #elsa #queen anna #queen disa #lord wolfgang #mattias #olaf #kristoff