#fericita s

[jomiddlemarch]

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Emmry, Mulled Wine

Helnik, Come All Ye Faithful

Thank you!

Emma stood beside the window, looking out into the night. She could hear the sound of Mary talking and Dr. Foster’s low, delighted laugh drifting down the hall, the voices of the others harder to tell apart. She’d said she’d be along in a minute, uttering some nonsense that Mary nodded at before letting herself be led into the well-lit sitting room, her arm on Dr. Foster’s, his other hand at her waist, keeping her steady despite her lameness. Emma had wanted to be alone or so she told herself. She wanted something and being alone was something she could have.

“Emma?” Henry said, her name a question he must have asked a thousand times. How many times had he asked it lying sleepless in his bed, suffering over a sermon that he couldn’t write, muttered under his breath when he sat by a dying boy and there was no prayer he could remember? She’d never ask and he’d never tell.

“I’ve been here before,” she said, touching her fingers lightly to the windowpane. It was raining and the glass looked like it had been enchanted or she had drunk too deeply of the mulled wine Dr. Foster had poured out with a liberal hand. “Before Dr. Foster leased it for Mary, for Mrs. Foster, it was the Arden’s house. They had a ball and Georgianna had her mother get every last gardenia in Alexandria.”

“You miss it,” Henry said. He’d walked closer than she expected, standing near enough she could reach out and touch his cuff, as near as Dr. Foster stood to his wife, though without the doctor’s obvious eager fondness. 

“It gave me a sick headache, all that perfume,” Emma said, frowning a little. “It was another world. I can’t go back, I wouldn’t, even if I could.”

“Still, you may miss it,” he said. 

“It’s not what I want,” she said. “I didn’t want the mulled wine either, though I know Mary had it made for me, I’d mentioned it was something we used to have on these cold nights. It was costly, all the cinnamon and clove and Dr. Foster would only allow Bordeaux, and Mary would have served spiced cider or a rum punch if she hadn’t been thinking of me. I don’t want to be in ballroom, in a ballgown, and it isn’t that I envy Mary, she’s the dearest woman, the dearest friend—”

“She is,” Henry said. “She wouldn’t want you to be unhappy—”

“How can I be otherwise?” Emma exclaimed. “How can I be happy when everything is wrong and I don’t want what I have? When I can’t have what I want, when even wanting it is wrong?”

“I want you,” he said, shocking her into silence. He’d said it, the words hung between them, and he did not try to take them back or offer some explanation that would lessen them.

“You don’t—”

“I do,” he said, moving just that much closer, touching her hand where it lay on the window, then taking a finger and using it to lift her chin. “I want you, I want to taste the mulled wine on your lips. I want Jed to call out my name, Hopkins, not Henry, to remind me that I cannot take liberties, that’s he’s trusted me long enough and Mary is beginning to worry.”

“Henry—” she began, her voice uncertain, disconsolate. His hand moved to cup her cheek, his face moved closer to hers, so his lips were nearly touching hers. He held her gaze so she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

“Say it again. Like you know I’ll answer,” he said. “Like you know Mary should worry.”

“Henry,” she said, without the coquetry of a sigh, without anything but hope.

“Yes,” he said. And then he kissed her, the taste of the mulled wine all ginger and myrtle pepper on his lips, and distantly, Emma felt Mary worry and smile and squeeze Dr. Foster’s hand. No one called Henry’s name, nor her own, but someone, perhaps Miss Jenkins, began to sing “I Saw Three Ships” and the melody wound around her just as Henry pulled her into his arms.

*

“I’m not worried,” Mary said, her hands moving steadily, plaiting her unbound hair with a graceful rhythm Jed never tired of watching. “Now that they’ve declared themselves, they’ll find a way through.”

“You’re so sure he spoke, our diffident Reverend Hopkins? And that Miss Green answered in the affirmative?” 

“I see you’re in a mood to jest,” Mary replied. “As if anyone could wonder, seeing their faces—”

“I will admit we might have put out every candle and still had the house bright as noon,” Jed said, smiling himself in memory. “I could have operated on Sergeant McFarland’s orbital fracture far more efficiently if Henry had only proposed a bit sooner while Miss Green assisted on the surgery.”

“And Henry isn’t diffident, he’s got a New Englander’s proper reticence. You mightn’t be expected to recognize it,” Mary said, teasing him with her prim tone, her hands tying a bow in the ribbon at the end of her braid. “It won’t be easy for them, but it’ll come out right and I’m sure they’ll have all kinds of support, even from the most unexpected quarters.”

There was a moment of silence, as Jed rose to help her over to the bed, aware of how sorely her leg ached after a long day, a moment during which he must have considered her remark as well, for he laughed as he settled her beneath the patchwork quilt and soft white sheets.

“Nan Hastings shall finally reign supreme, without a challenger! Heaven help me, Mary, Mansion House under the thumb of Nurse Hastings—”

“You’re wildly optimistic, I believe. I should say, under her boot,” Mary quipped and then Jed laughed again, more quietly, as he joined her in the bed and gathered her into his arms to an untroubled sleep.  

#mercy street #mercy street pbs #emmry #phoster #prompt fill #fericita s #emma/henry #holiday #mulled wine #season 3 that never was #anne hastings #henry hopkins manning up #emma green #charlotte jenkins cameo #romance #happy new year's eve #mercy street peeps

[ancaxbre]

Am dat cumva de Ana cu cea mai de cacat viata din toata literatura romaneasca? Nu-s sigura, dar ma cam obsedeaza viata fetei astea. Si, da, stiu ca amestec doua variante destul de diferite a unei balade pentru toata povestea, ceea ce poate n-ar trebui facut, dar sunt pe prea mult paracetamol ca sa-mi mai pese. So...

Fata de imparat frumoasa ca o stea, floarea florilor etc etc, isi traieste viata linistita pe langa ma-sa cand se trezeste unu' sa se indragosteasca de ea. Cine putea sa fie decat cel mai voinic dintre voinici, brat de buzdugan etc, etc, Iovan Iorgovan fecior de....acelasi imparat. Fata normal ca-l trimite la plimbat de ursi, dar afla parintii si ii blesteama pe amandoi pentru incest. De ce pe amandoi? Ca sa se mire cititorii. Fata nu mai poate cu drama asa ca fuge de acasa si traiese in pustiu ca o fata salbatica. Isi gaseste la un moment dat niste prietene cu care se intelege de parca ar fi surori si zburda impreuna prin paduri, dar alea de dovedesc a fi fake friends ca o lasa intr-o zi de izbeliste in mijlocul padurii cand ea dormea si nu mai stie saraca cum sa iasa din padure. Dar totul e OK e un cuc pe aproape si in n mii de balade cucul e defapt un Fat-Frumos care te scoate la civilizatie daca ii promiti sa te mariti cu el. Amamdoua problemele ei s-ar rezolva cu aceeasi pasare, daca ar avea si ea putina bafta, dar cucul ei e doar pasare si n-are chef nici s-o ajute, nici de insuratoare. Apoi un balaur vrea s-o inghita ca n-o avut fata destule pe cap pana acum. O aude un voinic strigand si vine si omoara balaurul. Is fate finally giving her a break? Nu. voinicul ala e frate-su, Iovan Iorgovan, si inca vrea sa se insoare cu ea. Ca cica 'scumpi, nu mai pe tine te vreau ca esti ca Ileana Simziana si nu se mai gaseste nicaieri in lume alta ca tine' si bla bla si bla bla. Fata normal ca-l refuza iar, si incearca sa-i explice 'mai omu' lu' Dumnezeu, suntem pe valea Cernei nu a Nilului si nu merge cu incest pe aicea.' dar nu se prinde nimic de el. Iovan o leaga si o suie pe cal si nu-i mai ramane fetei nimic de facut decat sa incheie povestea aruncandu-se in Cerna. Dupa ce se ineaca se transforma intr-o floare de colt.

Numai una din variante ii da nume fetei si cred ca nu surprinde pe nimeni ca e Ana. 🙃

Exista cumva vreo Ana in toata literatura romaneasca care nu moare si are o viata fericita?

#romanisme #citesc balade ca-s prea racita ca sa am rabdare de altceva #iovan iorgova #romanian folklore #de fapt imi place setul asta de balade cu cate referinte si conexiuni la alte mituri si legende are dar fata asta... #merita mere si o soarta mai buna #f pentru toate anele din literatura romana

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

20 Questions for fic writers

I've been tagged by @firawren @glassslippers-n-cowboyboots and @bethanydelleman

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 149, apparently. Bear in mind, most of these are very, very short, including 3 rounds now of the February Ficlet Challenge.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 297,078

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Frozen is the big one, also Tangled, various Jane Austen fandoms (mostly Pride and Prejudice and Northanger Abbey), as well as Downton Abbey.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Means of Uniting Them (Pride and Prejudice)

Have You Heard? (Pride and Prejudice, something of a "prequel" to The Means of Uniting Them)

The Young Diplomat (Frozen/Tangled crossover)

Mrs. Darcy and Her Sister (Pride and Prejudice, Darcy/Jane, Bingley/Elizabeth)

What If... (Frozen canon divergence drabble collection)

5. Do you respond to comments? I do, even if it literally takes a year or two.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose "Have You Heard?", at least of my works that have more readers than I have fingers and toes... (a few of my OC drabble collections are pretty angsty, but almost nobody reads those...)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Happiest? I don't know. I haven't published most of my darker stuff, so nothing ends too badly. I suppose some of them might be a bit bittersweet.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I got some on the Darcy/Jane ficlet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've written a bit, and "vanilla" would probably describe it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I write a lot of crossovers. As far as the craziest, I suppose the Elsa/Darcy one...?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? One to German and one to Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've never tried.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? Anna/Kristoff

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably one of them that I haven't started posting outside of some drabbles and ficlets. Maybe I'll get around to some of them eventually. (My WWII Downton Abbey post-canon AU is probably the one I'd love to actually write a proper longfic for.)

16. What are your writing strengths? I've gotten compliments on my dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Feelings? That's where I feel weakest, anyway.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? A lot of my dialogue can be assumed to be translated from another language, but aside from a few words I never write dialogue in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Frozen

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? The Young Diplomat, being the beginning of all the plot and characters that spend the most time living rent-free in my head, probably deserves this distinction.

No-obligation tagging @fericita-s @snowfall-in-summer @pterawaters @basingstokemercury @the-red-butterfly

#tag games #questions

[the-red-butterfly]

Trope Tire List

Updated link! <- Link to the tire list place.

I was tagged by @fishing4stars @cilil and @i-did-not-mean-to I love you all, thank you.

I love doing things like this! Also, I want to clarify these are for what I like to write, for my reading things would change quite a bit.

A lot of the things I put in "Does not spark joy" are just not in my mental radar so while some I don't like, a lot are just a meh, whatever, kinda feeling about them.

Tagging some friendos in case they want to join in the gun : @slightly-crimson-tornado (you are the only person I'm tagging here contractually obligated to do this game) @bad-at-names-and-faces @arlenianchronicles @fericita-s @byrambles @loonysama @thefamilybruno

#tag game #tagging friends #tier list #tropes

[the-blue-fairie]

It’s my birthday today, my first since coming out, my first as myself. It still feels so surreal, but I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.

@snowqueenofmyheart @sniperct @trans-mordin-solus @brokenwild @ariel-seagull-wings @superkingofpriderock @amalthea9 @bookishdruid @muzikalsiren @greatqueenanna @yumeka36 @patricia-von-arundel @angelshizuka @insectoid5 @fericita-s @cinderellasfella

#girlslikeus #girls like us

[sagiow]

Name in Song Titles

I got tagged by Forever Friend @tortoisesshells and Beloved Gremlins @combat-librarian and @undisclosed-serendipity to find a song for all letters in my URL and since it's Saturday, I'm making it a dance mix.

September - Earth, Wind and Fire

Alors On Danse - Stromae

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - ABBA

In your eyes - Kylie Minogue

Out of my head - The Banker Boys + Shawn Hook

Waves of Blue - Majid Jordan

tagging @jomiddlemarch, @divinecomedienne, @fernmusing, @fericita-s and @htracy

[this-is-andri]

Azi,nu am mai simtit sa pun nici ruj, nici fard

Nu am simtit sa vreau sa ma mai vezi frumoasa

In ochii tai, care candva m-au adorat

Nu mai eram doar eu, ci si o alta ea,poate mai norocoasa..

Oare n-am fost deajuns, n-am meritat sa fiu iubita?

Parfumul ei se-mbină cu al meu..

Eu ma retrag, pe ea s-o faci mai fericita

Semnat, fata ce-a vrut sa fie universul tau..

#art #tulips #poetry #foryopage

[mercurygray]

Rules: list eight TV shows for your followers to get to know you better.

thanks for the tag @ewanmitchellcrumbs!

Mercy Street

TURN: Washington's Spies

M*A*S*H

Babylon Berlin

Downton Abbey

Life (2008 writers strike, I still haven't forgiven you.)

Peaky Blinders

Home Fires

Tagging @broadwaybaggins @fericita-s @jomiddlemarch @tortoisesshells @sagiow @treasureplanetsheep

#more about me #askbox memes

[tortoisesshells]

Getting To Know Me

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by the lovely @aloveforjaneausten. Thank you for thinking of me!

Relationship Status: lol.

Favorite Color: Blue!

Song Stuck in My Head: “Drink Down The Moon”, Steeleye Span.

Last Song I Listened To: The Longest John’s cover of “Eli, The Barrow Boy” & no, I shan’t say how long it’s been on repeat.

Three Favorite Foods: french fries, blackberries, beer.

Last Thing I Googled: Home Burial - the Robert Frost poem, not the practice. There are no bodies in the backyard.

Dream trip: I am perhaps cursing myself, but if I disappear for five months I’m probably somewhere between Springer Mountain & Katahdin. 

Tagging: @boltlightning, @dying-suffering-french-stalkers, @undisclosed-serendipity, @johnbly, @fatherramiro, @sagiow, @starsuncounted, @mercurygray, @pomprincesse, @fericita-s.

#tag meme #polkaknox talks

[hiptoff]

He compartido 1145 publicaciones este 2022

¡Son 864 más que en 2021!

203 publicaciones originales (18 %)

942 reblogueos (82 %)

Estos son los blogs que más he reblogueado:

@annaofthenorthernlights

@true--north

@loonysama

@kristoffxannafanatic

@justfrozenthings

He etiquetado 546 publicaciones en 2022

#kristanna: 210 publicaciones

#fanfic: 164 publicaciones

#frozen: 153 publicaciones

#disney: 141 publicaciones

#encanto: 134 publicaciones

#anna: 130 publicaciones

#fanfiction: 126 publicaciones

#kristoff: 125 publicaciones

#mirabel madrigal: 63 publicaciones

#brumira: 57 publicaciones

Longest Tag: 85 characters

#a raccoon (nariz de chocolate / chocolate nose for me). he is with me since i was one

Mis publicaciones más populares este 2022:

5

Peace.

61 notas. Fecha de publicación: 6 de marzo de 2022

4

My art for the #shirtlesshiccup contest on Twitter (@hiptoff_AO3 there). https://twitter.com/Hiptoff_AO3/status/1580970926396829697

61 notas. Fecha de publicación: 14 de octubre de 2022

3

A thing.

This cover was meant to be for a project that, now I know, will never be, so I'll just drop it here. Have a beautiful day!

82 notas. Fecha de publicación: 5 de mayo de 2022

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Show yourself Frozen Challenge

Sign-ups will be open in two days!!! Remember!

The story will be public by the moment you post it.

You have until February 28th to do it.

The words minimum is 100, there is no maximum.

You have all the info here.

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Hi friends! This is a call to all writers in the Frozen fandom.

It's been a while since we've been seeing different posts that talk about the Frozen fandom being abandoned and no longer active. But we know that this is not true; there may be less movement now than in other times that I have not had the pleasure of witnessing, but the fandom is still alive and active and it looks like it will be for a long time. The problem? There are many people waiting for content and many writers who go unnoticed. But there are few things in this life that have no solution!

I've created this challenge so that all the writers of the fandom who want to can contribute a new small (or large, that's on them) story and, thus, have a place that readers can access and find a list of all the active authors or those who are going to be in a while and that they know where to find what they are looking for.

Now, I need your help. There are loads of writers in the fandom that I don't know so I can't tag them but, if you reblog this post and tag the authors you know, it might reach them and they can sign up. The more movement the post has, the fairer the event will be. Can you help us?

The rules and dates are explained in the challenge itself.

You are all welcome to participate!

We are here! Frozen fandom is alive! Let's let people know us!

SHOW YOURSELF FROZEN CHALLENGE

@hyggescribbles @doodleydoo101 @loonysama @reindeersweaters @ahtohallan-calling @annaofthenorthernlights @anywhozits @punkpoemprose @bigfrozenfan @sunshinesparkles @frenzy5150 @bad-at-names-and-faces @leaves-of-laurelin @kristannafever @eglomer @fericita-s @lukin08 @karis-the-fangirl @justfrozenthings @upthenorthmountain @thecassadilla @tamorasky @meanderer125 @faithambr @calenheniel @charp14 @rohirrimwriter @40literdrippy @true--north @starkurt @thesvenqueen

129 notas. Fecha de publicación: 25 de enero de 2022

Mi publicación más popular de 2022

A brief moment of intimacy after Anna's coronation.

138 notas. Fecha de publicación: 26 de febrero de 2022

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#tumblr2022 #resumen del año #mi resumen del 2022 en tumblr #tu resumen del año en tumblr #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[itsm3m00n]

thank you so much for the tag, @romanticeulogizingelegies! it means a lot

named after anyone?

not that i know of, i only know that i was almost named audrey. i do kind of look like an audrey.

2. last time you cried?

i dont remember exactly, but it was recent. i was crying about a fanfic. in my defense, it was really well written.

3. do you have any kids?

thankfully no and i never plan to, although for a while i was convinced i was going to be single my whole life and wanted to adopt a kid so i wouldnt be lonely.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

nooooo, obviously i have never used sarcasm in my life, yes i use it as oxegyn i thrive on sarcasm i feed off of it like an ant upon fungus and it infects my brain and grows out of my head and makes me a zombie

5. whats the first thing you notice about people?

what they're wearing. often if someone catches my eye, its because they have a nice outfit and i spend a while looking at it and judging people based off it

6. color of your eyes

dark, dark, superdark brown, like black coffee brown very dark but not black you can see the pupil if you look hard enough

7. scary movie or happy ending?

happyendinghappyendinghappyending i cannot stand horror movies i had nightmares just from a five second trailer of one i heard on spotify

8. any special talents?

ooooh ive waited so long to be asked this i can crack the following joints: knuckles second joint on the finger wrists elbows neck jaw back hips ankle toes THEY CALL ME CRACK GIRLoh wait shit no nevermind

9. where were you born?

i was born a south carolinian however i have been a massachusettsian since the age of three

10. hobbies

i enjoy reading, drawing, taking long walks in the woods and pretending i am a feral orphan who was raised by deer, writing, stargazing

11. pets?

i have a smartass bitch of a cat named beatrix who rules this world we just live in it is the goddess of poise and grace and then i have a dumbass wheaten terrier who is named Pickle and looks like a shaved rat every time she gets a haircut

12. sports?

i am on i swim team but i despise soccer and anything having anything to do with soccer it is the bane of my life and i hate it

13. height?

about 5,6

14. favorite subject in school?

D&D yes its an actual class that we take my characters name is Nightshade she is a high elf warlock and my homeroom teacher/partners mom/lit teacher is my DM

15. dream job?

either an author or a famous animator on youtube

tagging @silentwillowwhisperer, @not-rab, @fericita-s, @rhmis-user-2020, (but only if you want to)

[jomiddlemarch]

bright young women

“So, as you and I are hazelnuts and rye, managing the treaty shan’t be any great shakes, no matter what Kristoff says about the need for unanimity among the thanes, that’s just his troll heritage talking, they can be so dreadfully dark, you can’t imagine,” Anna, the Queen of Arendelle and wife to Kristoff, Lord Tyholmen, said in a cheerfully airy fashion that suggested Eric would completely understand her and be in total agreement. Ariel was halfway across the banqueting room, quite engrossed in her own conversation with the Queen’s sister, and thus couldn’t possibly help Eric out of what might become an international debacle.

“Ma’am?”

It was best to be careful, the diplomatic relationship between his home and Arendelle quite new and therefore tenuous, the chance of saying or doing something the northerners would find offensive elevated, despite the Queen’s bright smile and almost casual posture; she was dressed very formally, her chestnut hair elaborately braided and bejeweled. It would be rude to tell her directly that she wasn’t making any sense whatsoever.

“I haven’t said something wrong, have I? I only thought we, you and I, we might simplify the situation, between us if you will, and then we all might enjoy the festivities more and you must try the chocolate laskiaispulla, they usually have vanilla cream but the pastry chef does indulge me,” she said, the words all in a rush and a little furrow appearing on her brow. Ariel had a similar expression when confronted with aspects of human culture she found baffling, though not all were as delightful to explain to her as garters and the difference between the actual silk ribbons and the courtly Order thereof.

“I’m afraid I am not exactly following you, ma’am,” he said. The furrow grew deeper. Her tall and somewhat burly husband glanced over at them as if he had a preternatural sense that his wife was in some distress and he was deciding whether he needed to intervene. Eric inclined his head in a noticeable show of deference and the other man turned back to his own conversation with Grimsby and a senior trade official Eric always referred to as Minister Moneybags when recounting dull meetings with Ariel.

“Won’t you call me Anna? Ma’am is so dreadfully solemn. Fusty. It makes me feel older than the hills and twice as crotchety.”

Eric refrained from asking how hills could ever be crotchety, as he was beginning to get a sense of her rather exuberant self-expression. His own mother would have frowned such frivolity out of him if he’d shown any sign of it as a child.

“You are the queen,” Eric said. “It would be improper for me to be so discourteous—”

“But surely it’s not discourteous if I’ve invited you to call me Anna,” she countered quickly. “Surely it’s more discourteous to refuse to call the reigning monarch of the country with whom you are trying to broker a comprehensive trade and cultural exchange treaty the name she insists upon. Especially she is a queen and you are still the heir-apparent to your monarch.”

“If you insist,” he said, nodding slightly. “Anna, I cannot say I’ve understood a word you’ve said starting with hazelnuts.”

“Hazelnuts and rye? Ginger biscuit and mead?” Anna said.

“Is this part of the evening’s menu?” Eric hazarded. It wouldn’t make her earlier remark make any more sense but they were miles away from that.

“Yin and yang? That’s from Cathay, though, you mayn’t have come across them yet in your travels,” Anna said.

“I am familiar with the empire,” Eric said. “But not the phrase.”

“It means opposite forces that are bound together in balance,” Anna explained. “That’s you and me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You don’t beg, you’re a prince,” Anna corrected. “But I am making a hash of this, aren’t I?”

“I will decline to comment,” Eric said and smiled.

“You said that with such a perfect degree of regal aplomb, it’s really impressive. You’ve been very well-trained to be a king, I can tell,” Anna said. “Me, not so much, I’m afraid. But that’s what I’m talking about, how we’re hazelnuts and rye— you lost your parents in a shipwreck and so did I, except losing yours made you a king where you never would have been one and losing mine just happened earlier than anyone would have expected and I wouldn’t have been the queen except for Elsa turning out to be otherwise disposed.”

Otherwise disposed was a curious way of summarizing the discovery that her sister and queen was in large part or entirely a supernatural being who held the ethereal powers governing this region of the world in check, if Eric had understood General Mattias properly, but it was frankly not the most intriguing comment she had made.

“I’m not sure how that makes us opposite forces in balance,” Eric said.

“Well, we’ve both suffered and ascended because of shipwrecks, so there’s that,” Anna said. She paused and cocked her head to one side, then tapped one beringed finger on her lips. If they both weren’t happily married, she would have set matchmakers talking across the globe, but as it was, she only appeared perplexed, much the way Ariel was when confronted with a draisienne. “You may be right that the parallel doesn’t entirely hold, but you know what it is to lose the people you love most to forces you couldn’t begin to hold accountable. To be left behind and then left to carry on and lead everyone, when maybe you just wanted to do something else entirely. Maybe you wanted to become a cheesemonger and I could have become a dentist.”

“I can assure you, I never longed to become a cheesemonger,” Eric said. He’d never thought to have such a conversation, touching upon the deepest grief of his life while also entertaining an alternate future where he’d had a dairy and was an expert on Cheddar and Nagelkass.

“It’s fun to say though, isn’t it? Cheesemonger. Fishmonger too, but cheese is more fun than fish and no one gets hurt, which is probably more relevant to you now given Lady Ariel’s childhood friends,” Anna said. She swirled the wine around in the glass she held. She’d hardly had a sip the whole time; nothing she said could be chalked up to tipsiness.

“If you’ll forgive me, this is the most peculiar conversation, Anna,” Eric said.

She grinned at him then and he suspected that if she hadn’t been holding the wineglass, she would have clapped her hands most gleefully.

“That’s what I mean! That’s why at the end of the day, we’ll let all the diplomats and stuff old thanes and avocats fuss with the documents, but we’ll sign them and it’ll be a bright tomorrow for our two nations and you can tell me how you’ve coped with the fact that your first parents died in a storm that Lady Ariel’s father had to be responsible for and you got adopted by a king and queen instead of rock trolls like Kristoff did or just an ordinary couple and also whether breadfruit is more like bread or fruit and whether it’s better than both and also chocolate,” Anna said.

“Also chocolate?” He saw how she centered the most important and painful remark within giddy charm, allowing him to hear her while giving him an easy question to answer. Giving him time to mull over what she’d said and come back to it how and when and if he would. It would not do to underestimate her leadership, nor the value of her friendship.

“Whether breadfruit is better than bread, fruit, and chocolate. I mean it’s impossible that it’s better than chocolate but I need to keep an open mind and Kristoff will scold me if I don’t, well, he won’t scold but he’ll give me this serious look he has and I’ll feel all wizened, like a turnip forgotten in the root cellar,” Anna said. Eric thought briefly of what his mother Queen Selina was like in her private sitting room and what little he knew of Ariel’s sisters and was confident that there was no reigning queen like Anna I of Arendelle. And that was without considering the rock troll relations, though it seems she’d married into them and he grasped how little control or influence one could have over or with one’s in-laws.

“Chocolate is better than breadfruit, let’s begin there,” Eric said. “I hope we can both sign the treaty, that they don’t all muck it up, because I’d very much like to be in league with you, Queen Anna, well before I become King Eric Janus II.”

“Eric Janus II?” Now, she scrunched up her face as if he’d told her turnips and breadfruit would replace all the world’s supply of chocolate.

“Yes, I know,” Eric said. “It’s a lot. I have to add Klaas and Amaury and Bohemond when I ascend the throne.”

“That’s a mouthful,” Anna said. “Unless it sounds better in your native language—”

“It doesn’t,” Eric said.

“I’ll call you nothing but Eric then, if you prefer it,” Anna offered as her broad-shouldered, blond husband joined them, giving her a glance Eric would not have recognized before his own marriage, one that questioned and chided in equal measure, one Ariel was wont to give him when he cautioned her about swimming alongside their ship or staying up late to read to what she said was only the end of the chapter.

“You needn’t glare, Kristoff, the Prince and I understand each other perfectly,” Anna said. “Your precious treaty isn’t in any danger. Quite the contrary—”

“It’s not my precious treaty and I wasn’t glaring,” he said. He seemed ill-at-ease in his uniform in the grandly appointed room as he hadn’t when they’d gone out for a drive into the royal parkland and woods, his fine silks and velvets traded for a well-worn leather coat and a dusty pair of boots, a red kerchief knotted at his throat. “The ambassadors and the diplomatic corps from both nations have been working to deliver an agreement mutually beneficial, with particular attention to the ramifications of an allegiance and the power balance of the Silver Crescent.”

“I beg you not to explain about the judicial reforms going before the council and the need for a winter by-election. I positively beg you,” Anna said, taking her husband’s hand, and then smiling at Eric. “Kristoff, Lord Tyholmen that is, has very strong convictions about necessary modifications to the monarchy and the guildsmen but there’s a time and place and the dancing is about to begin.”

“Then, if you would grant me the great favor, I would be honored to open the first waltz with you, Anna,” Eric said, bowing smartly and extending his hand.

“Drat, I was supposed to ask you and not sidle around it. I wasn’t purposefully sidling,” Anna said. Kristoff smiled and lifted her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “Kristoff, you know we’ll have the lihkadus and the last waltz—”

“I’m not upset, Anna,” Kristoff said. “And I don’t think Prince Eric is either, even if he isn’t dancing with Lady Ariel at the moment.”

“Lord Tyholmen is correct,” Eric said. “I understood—you and I, Anna, we’re bake and shark, ackee and saltfish, aren’t we?”

“I suppose we must be,” Anna said. “Though I’ll need a complete explanation and that will include whether I am the bake or the shark. I hardly know which is more daunting! Perhaps I should ask Lady Ariel—"

“It’s always the shark, Anna,” Kristoff said, winking at Eric. “You don’t need to be a mermaid to know that.”

#the little mermaid 2023 #frozen 2 #the little mermaid x frozen 2 AU crossover #disney crossover AU #prince eric #queen anna #kristoff #ariel #elsa #kristanna #ariel/eric #shipwrecks #orphans #diplomatic relations #humor #romance #fericita-s #working in some of my headcanons #family

[negru-diana]

Încă mă mai gândesc la tine uneori. Ma gândesc la tine înotând in mare. Ma gândesc la sunetul valurilor și la cum ma strângi în brate.

Cred ca mi-e dor de tine din motive egoiste, dar fiecare moment mi-e legat de amintirea ta. Când nu pot dormi pentru ca tu nu mai vii sa îmi spui noapte buna, când nu pot manca pentru ca nu ești aici, sau când pur și simplu sunt singura acasa.

Încă îți mai scriu scrisori când simt ca nu am pe nimeni care sa ma înțeleagă asa cum o faceai tu. Încă te mai vad în stele, în lumina focului, în apusuri, în albine și în animale.

Chiar dacă acum totul s a terminat, intr-o anumita secventa de timp noi încă existam și asta îmi oferă siguranță. Chiar dacă totul s-a terminat și acest capitol e deja scris, încă ma mai întorc sa îmi reamintesc cat de fericita obișnuiam sa fiu cu tine.

În ciuda tuturor faptelor, eu încă mai cred ca fragmentele sufletelor noastre au fost modelate din aceeași stea.

#negru diana #versuri #citate #inima #iubire #quotes #suflet #tumblr #love #good enough #mi e dor de tine #missing someone #tumblr romania #viitor #vise #stele #luna #luna si noi

[loonysama]

Wanna get back into the Kristanna fandom, because the fanfictions are PHENOMENAL. Any fic recs?

In case anyone was curious, I HIGHLY recommend Where The World Is In The Making. Hasn’t been updated since September, but it’s a fantastic read

Hi, Anon! This is a great question! It sounds like you may have read some kristanna fics from a ways back, so I'll just give you some recent recommendations (probably way more than you wanted!).

What I'm reading right now (ie, I drop everything I'm doing when the posting notification!):

Room for You @leaves-of-laurelin (college AU, Anna/Kristoff/Hans)

Little and Much @jericks3 (restaurant AU)

All I Really Want @anywhozits (1990s AU)

Frozen in the Time of Magic @royalsorcerer (Harry Potter AU)

Ordinary Days @rohirrim-writer (WWII farm AU)

Still Falling for You @szygy_mellifulous (Downton Abbey AU)

Stars Fall Down in You @StarCommCowgirl (coffeeshop AU, ghost!anna)

Here's some completed works (from the past year or so) I highly recommend:

The Commoner Clause @hyggescribbles (canon verse)

Cracking Bones @hiptoff (modern AU, Anna and Kristoff find love in their 70s)

I Touch Myself @hyggescribbles (modern AU, if you like smut)

Letters in the Leaves @annaofthenorthernlights (1800s AU)

Here's to Us @syzygy_mellifluous (music AU)

Belly Flops and Nose Dives @sunshineandsparkles (modern AU)

Chocolate and Chess @ar-redux (post F2, if you like smut)

Charcoal @hiptoff (pre-Viking AU)

An Unusual Predicament @justfrozenthings (modern AU, skinny dipping)

Midsommer Scenes @fericita-s (canon verse)

Common Courtesy @rohirrim_writer (modern AU, neighbors, if you like smut)

East of the Sun, West of the Moon (it's a little older, but I'm adding it here anyway, in the off chance you haven't read it, because it's one of my favorites)

Oh, and thank you for the recommendation! I've actually had Where the World is in the Making in my "save for later" folder and just checked it out. I loved it (only now I'm crossing my fingers for an update, too!)! I think you might be able to get your fix from Ordinary Days, Letters in the Leaves, This Will Be Our Year (Great Depression AU), and the Wild Blue Yonder series (frontier AU).

There's also a lot of stuff I still have in my "save for later" folder that I haven't read, so lots of other good stuff out there! These are just some of my favorites.

I hope you like them as much as I do! Happy reading!

#frozen #frozen fanfic #fic recs

[the-red-butterfly]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by: @fishing4stars - thanks for tagging me friend!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. as you can.

This is from a scene I wrote for the last chapter I posted of my, very self indulgent, Merlin x Avengers crossover (which I'm very proud of).

“Hm. Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” she said and left it at that.

Here's the fic if you're interested: Of The Old Things Hidden In The World

Tagging: @bad-at-names-and-faces @slightly-crimson-tornado @fericita-s @scary-grace @dottie-wan-kenobi @ibrithir-was-here Join if you feel like it ✨

#tag game #Abril writes #fic: Of The Old Things Hidden In The World #fanfiction #my writing #tagging friends

[necrosyse]

O scrisoare ce n-o sa fie trimisa

Iarta-ma ca m-am indragostit de tine, ca ti-am dezgolit sufletul cu ochii mei si ca ai tai s-au indragostit de ai mei. Iarta-ma ca de fiecare data cand te uitai in oglinda ma vedeai pe mine. Am incercat atat de mult sa fug si sa ma rup, dar mereu ajungeam fix in fata ta. Cu inima tot mai sub vraja ta. Mi-ai fost Calliope, mi-ai fost o muza. Te-am scris si trait dincolo de dorinte si orice e fizic. Iarta-ma ca n-am putut sa te ranesc, ca oricat de cruda erai eu am ales sa-ti zambesc. Iarta-ma ca n-am putut sa te respect mai putin si sa fac ceea ce-mi dorea sufletul. Ceea ce si al tau implora. Iarta-ma ca te-am iubit atat de mult, incat voiam sa fii fericita. Chiar daca nu cu mine. Ca mi-as fi vandut zilele si noptile, trecutul si viitorul, pentru ca in expresia ta agonizata, sa crape un zambet. Iarta-ma ca am fost prea buna si te-am speriat. Poti sa te opresti din fugit, caci eu nu-ti mai rostesc cuvintele si calc pe urme. Iarta-ma ca deveneam usor irascibila si impulsiva, ca tu m-ai modelat doar in nuante de rosu. 

Iti multumesc ca m-ai invatat despre iubire, in cel mai brutal mod posibil, care m-a desfigurat. Iti multumesc ca m-ai fortat sa simt o asa iubire, care sculpta in cer si deforma fiintele celeste.

Eu nu o sa te pot ierta vreodata pentru toate cuvintele, gesturile si privirile ce mi le-ai daruit. Nu o sa te pot ierta pentru cosmarul in care m-ai adancit odata cu plecarea ta. Pentru cele 11 nopti petrecute la Portile Iadului. Nu o sa te pot ierta pentru ca ma bantui si ca-mi esti cele mai mari frici, iar tu. Tu nu o sa poti sa-mi multumesti vreodata ca am fost, asa cum am fost. Ca am fost cu tine si pentru tine. Ca te-am iubit pe tine. Asa cum mereu ti-ai dorit s-o faca cineva.