#ill paint anna too! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

joandfriedrich · 1 month

Text

My Trip to Concord: Part Two

Location 2: Orchard House

We went up the path that lead to the church, and there was a table for guests to sign in with their info and whatever message they’d like to leave. I wrote something like “Best birthday ever for the biggest Little Women fan.” Beside it was a small garden and while it didn’t have any flowers, it was nice to imagine what could have been, and it being the cutest garden.

The tour started in the church, and I was able to get these photos.

Apologizes that the cabinet picture isn’t the greatest, but it was a picture of what appears to be Joan of Arc, and my friend wondered if perhaps Abigail had painted that too. While we waited, we watched this documentary piece (we did miss part of the beginning because we ran a little late at the cemetery) where an actress played LMA and gave a small tour of the house. Something worth noting, and it will be particularly sweet to a certain demographic, when the fictional LMA was showing the pictures from the house, she referred Thoreau as a “very, very, very special friend”. It made me smile like an idiot.

When it finished, our guide told us that this was the school of Philosophy, where Bronson was the superintendent. The bench by the tree was the bench Bronson often sat at. Then moving into the house, we started in the kitchen and I snuck this picture in before being told that we were not allowed any pictures. If you want a good idea of how the interior looks, the 1994 film did a phenomenal job with the design, the colors are a bit different, but the structure is pretty much the same.

This was where the well was, and it was protected by plexiglass. It’s interesting, because in October I got to see Edgar Allan Poe’s house in Baltimore, and Orchard house is so much bigger than that, and it really did feel as cozy and inviting as you’d imagine. From the kitchen to the dining room, it had a picture of LMA over the mantel by the stairs, one that was done after her illness and by the same painter who did Abraham Lincoln. The china in the cabinet was the family china, belonging to her mother, which is why it has “May” engraved as it was her maiden name.

The only bedrooms we saw were the parents, which had a small offshoot of Anna’s twin boys’ room, Abigail and, of course, Louisa. The rooms were all very good size, though Abigail's was smaller than the other two, but I get it, she was the youngest, and if remembering correctly, she moved out/was in Europe at an early age, and didn't need the space. What was so cool as seeing her artwork all around her room, protected by plexiglass, and a copy of her painting La Négresse, was featured in her room.

Louisa's room was my favorite, not just because it's Louisa, but because it had the coziest feel, was sunny, and had such a great history there. Our guide shared that Louisa stayed in this room primarily when she was sick during the war, and Abigail would keep her company, and while she lamented she couldn't get Louisa flowers (as they were pricey), she painted flowers in her room, and it's still there, and very beautiful. It's a black background, with calla lilies and some red flower I am not sure of (you can see a part of it if you look at Abigail's wiki page.).

Something to note, at various places around the house, there were small baskets of fake apples, and my mom asked me "what's with the apples", and I said, "well, it is called orchard house." And then a few minutes later, the guide said that there used to be apple trees that grew nearby and Bronson was known to give people apples even if they didn't ask for it. His study was pretty cool, saw a pocket watch holder that worked as well as a clock. On the shelf, the people of the museum filled it with different versions of LMA's works from all over the world, both in style and in language.

Off from there was Abigail's small art studio, which had a dollhouse like case where different scenes from Little Women are played out. And they discovered underneath the wallpaper and whatnot, outlines of Abigail's artwork, profiles of people that had come to visit, and the museum had protected it with plexiglass, and on that highlighted the profiles.

At the end, we were in the store and there were so many awesome things there that I could have wasted my money there, but I settled on a few things.

Starting at the top and going clockwise, a magnet with Louisa on it with the quote "Nothing is impossible to a determined woman". Next is a small book called "The Language of Flowers" which is, as the cover says, flowers and their meanings". Next is "Merry Christmas and Other Christmas Stories" written by LMA. "Orchard House: Home of Little Women" is a Emmy winning documentary, and was the one that played in the church, and next to it is the Katharine Hepburn Little Women (they had the 33, 94, 19 versions, but I was surprised they didn't have the 17 or even the 49 film, though that is apparently a tough find). Above her, is little kids book called "Little Women: A Playtime Primer", and it's going to be a gift for my nephew. Above that is an ornament of Orchard house with an engraving of LMA, and in the center is a tote bag.

I also got a candle that's called Pickled Limes, and holy crap it smells amazing! A sweet limey scent, which reminded me of @thegamineingrey post of how they were like candy back in the day, and I totally get it. Also, bonus inside, an umbrella charm which was what really sealed the deal, if not for the scent.

Here are pics of the outside of Orchard House, many of which were taken by my mom, since I was too busy just admiring the place.

Suffice to say, it is a beautiful house, full of a rich history and, just as the book, still feels relevant and like going home. I am glad we were able to make the trip out to see this amazing house.

#little women #louisa may alcott #henry thoreau #henry david thoreau #ralph waldo emerson #meg march #jo march #beth march #amy march

10 notes · View notes

bad-at-names-and-faces · 1 month

Text

News

ao3

ffn

chapter index

Inga lay on her bed, staring out the open window at the moonlight, contemplating her curtains which were blowing in the breeze. The curtains were different in each room, even though many of the rooms here looked similar otherwise. She dozed in and out, not quite dreaming.

“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss.

“I’ll tell you when I change my mind,” she replied.

She woke up from the wind gusting in through the window, and tried to convince herself that she was remembering a dream, nothing more. That was all. She knew it wasn’t true, but she still tried to convince herself of that.

There was another gust of wind, and a letter landed in her lap. She opened it quickly.

October 18th, 1865

Dear Inga,

Good news! The ship I'm on is making excellent time, and I should be in Arendelle in less than two days. I'm quite looking forward to seeing everything you've been planning, but most of all, seeing you. I hope you're feeling better now, but please don't feel like you need to pretend you're feeling well just for my sake.

Love,

Henry

Inga smiled at the letter, but started crying as she looked outside. She still wasn't feeling any better, and at this point she wasn’t sure if Henry would be disappointed coming to visit, no matter what he said to the contrary.

Perhaps the doctor could give her something to settle her stomach. The doctor would stop by in the morning, so she needed to sleep as much as she could before then.

***

Anna sat with Kristoff at breakfast, looking out at the town preparations for the Harvest Festival.

"Is Inga still not feeling well?" Kristoff asked with concern.

"She was working herself too hard the past few weeks, so I've been making her rest for the last few days. Hopefully she'll be feeling better before Henry gets here, since he's the whole reason she's been putting quite this much effort into the preparations."

"Well, I just hope it's nothing serious," he sighed. The last thing they needed was the worry of their children getting seriously ill. Luck and isolation had been on their side avoiding a lot of outbreaks, but he never quite felt secure about that.

"Nobody else in the family has gotten sick, and nobody in town seems to have anything, so I think she just needs to take better care of herself. I wish she'd eat more, though. Gerda says that Oline tells her that Inga has refused everything except for toast and butter."

"I'm sure she'll be hungry enough in a few days," Kristoff smirked.

"Oh, when Henry gets here," Anna glared at him.

"Well, I should go find Frederick and Anton and Peder now. They're going to take the wagon out and bring down some pumpkins from the farm a few miles out of town."

“Send them with something nice from the kitchen to bring to the pumpkin farm. There should be some good pastries ready." Anna stood up and kissed him before starting to get herself ready for the day.

***

“I’ll tell you when I change my mind,” Inga told Henry, kissing him again.

Henry pulled away from the kiss once more, looked at the door, and back to her. “It’s getting late, maybe-”

“Nobody will be looking for me,” Inga interrupted him quickly, not thinking about her words, “not until lunchtime, probably, and Gerda selected this dress because she knows I can get out of it on my own.”

“Can you?” he said, his voice cracking suddenly.

Inga realized what she had just said, setting the painting down on the nightstand safely. “Oh, I mean… Not that I… Well, I can, of course.”

He stood in front of her, completely still, his eyes wide. “I- you-”

She kissed him. “I don’t want to leave, not right now. I know I’m not supposed to, but… but nobody knows we’re here, and nobody suspects anything. And-”

Inga stared at the ceiling, half awake. She slowly forced herself to sit up, and watched as the sun rose. There were a few ships arriving, but the light hadn't yet hit the fjord at this hour so she couldn’t see any details. She had hoped she would be feeling well enough this morning to cancel the doctor's visit, but she had no such luck today.

She cleaned herself up and made herself decent enough for the doctor, but she supposed there was no point in dressing up all that much. She hadn’t really eaten the day before aside from some toast, so her stomach wasn’t bothering her very much, but she was still so tired, and something just seemed… off.

She looked out the window into the courtyard, and could see her brothers taking the wagon across the bridge. It was already time to get the pumpkins. She wanted to be with them helping, but now she wasn’t even sure if she would be able to show Henry around. She looked at herself. She didn’t look like the girl Henry painted, but she wasn’t always sure if she really looked like that girl.

The doctor knocked at exactly the time she had asked him to arrive. Inga opened the door. He was a kind old man, and had been the royal family’s physician for quite some time now, well before she was born, when her mother was a little girl.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” the doctor greeted her.

“Doctor,” Inga acknowledged him.

“I got your note yesterday. Are you not feeling well?”

“I haven’t been feeling very well, no,” Inga told him as she sat on the edge of her bed. “My mother thinks I was just working too hard the past few weeks, but it’s not just that I’m tired. If I eat anything besides toast, I get sick.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been feeling this way?”

“On and off for a few weeks,” she told him, “pretty much since I took on the extra work for the planning last month.”

“I see,” he nodded. “And how was your summer? You don’t get many scrapes or bruises any more, so I almost never see you these days.”

“It was a nice summer,” she smiled, “I suppose it was good that I didn’t have to do any of the planning for my birthday party, it might have worn me down entirely too much.”

“I suppose that’s a possibility,” the doctor muttered, beginning to look in her eyes and ears. “May I see your throat?”

Inga obliged.

“This all looks fine, though of course you haven’t complained of any kind of cough,” he said when he was done looking into her mouth. “May I ask if you’re wearing a corset? I need to feel your stomach.”

“No, I’m not,” Inga replied. “I haven’t really eaten since yesterday, so it’s not feeling too bad today.”

“I see,” he hummed, poking and prodding a bit.

“I hope I’ll be feeling well enough this week,” she continued, not really sure if he was expecting small talk.

“Of course, you’ve been helping organize that,” he replied. “And, I hope it’s not forward of me to ask, but I believe you have plans of getting married?”

“The engagement should be official soon,” Inga said, trying to ignore the continued poking and prodding. “Henry's going to be arriving soon with a letter from his grandfather.”

“This is the young prince from Corona, I assume?” the doctor said, finished with his prodding.

Inga nodded.

“If I might ask a delicate question, have your menses been regular?”

Inga realized she hadn’t put much thought into that lately. “I suppose not, but again, I have been rather busy.”

“Indeed?” The doctor stepped back a moment and turned to his bag, looking for something as he continued speaking. “You mentioned your engagement. Has your mother, or… someone… discussed marital relations with you?”

“Sort of, and I've read some books about it. Why?” she asked.

The doctor turned around. “If you will permit me, I would like to examine more thoroughly now. If you could remove any underthings and lie back.”

“Oh, I suppose, if you need,” Inga hemmed, but complied with the doctor’s request. He said nothing as he examined her.

“Thank you, you can sit up again,” he told her.

He was looking at his bag but didn’t seem to have any particular thing he was looking for while she got her undergarments back on.

“So, what do you think it is?” she asked absentmindedly. He turned around and was frowning, looking very seriously at her.

“Inga, have you… spent much time alone with the young man you are promised to?”

***

The sound of a polka came through the windows from the courtyard down below.

“There,” Inga said as she pulled off her shift, “now you have a proper model. What should I do first?”

Henry sat on the bed with his notebook and stared, wide-eyed. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know, you told me,” Inga giggled. “You didn’t get to work from live models in Paris.”

“I mean… I’ve never really…” Henry took a deep breath. “I’ve never even kissed anyone else.”

Inga realized what he meant. “Oh, um, well I haven’t, either. I mean, I suppose I’m not supposed to, not really, of course… Are you going to draw me or not?”

“I don’t know if I could draw anything right now,” he confessed. She noticed the tip of his pencil shaking a little.

Inga walked over. “Should I get dressed, then?”

“No. I mean- no- yes… no…” He covered his face.

Inga pulled at his hands, pulling him back. “Here,” she said, undoing his collar, “this looks tight.”

“What?” he asked.

Inga kissed him before he could ask more. His hands began to trace down her back as she began to unbutton his shirt.

***

Inga paused before answering the doctor’s question.

“We’ve been alone, yes,” she admitted. “Why are you asking me this?”

“I’m asking you this because everything you’ve told me as well as what I’ve seen would seem to indicate pregnancy. If this is not a possibility, I need to know. If it is, in fact, a possibility, you need to know.”

Inga stood stunned, catching her balance on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve known your family for a long time, and I do not share secrets,” he said, hinting at a deeper meaning, “but I believe this is one that you will need to tell someone.”

The doctor closed up his bag and looked at her with his eyes full of pity. “I can send someone up here right now,” he said, “or not, that is up to you, Your Highness.”

“I think I’d like to be alone,” she told him.

“Very well. I will be in the castle kitchen for the next hour, if you need to find me,” he told her gently. “Your Highness.”

Inga sank to the floor as he left, not noticing the sound of the door closing.

This should have been obvious. It's what can happen, she knew this. How did she think she would be any different? She grabbed a pillow from the bed to muffle her sobs. What would her parents think? She wasn’t supposed to be careless like this. That wasn’t who she was.

What would Henry think?

She did her best to rise from the floor.

***

The royal physician sighed as he went into the kitchen of the castle. It was a familiar place for him, having been one of the few outside people allowed inside the castle for many years, he knew the family and many of their secrets. Something would work out for the princess; somehow something would work out.

“Excuse me, sir, I mean, doctor…”

It was the maid who had brought him the note from the princess.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Are you here to see Her Highness?” she asked.

“I’ve already seen her, in fact. You are her maid, are you not?”

“I am. How is she doing? I was hoping to bring her breakfast, though she hasn’t had much of an appetite lately.”

“Perhaps you should go see her,” he suggested.

***

Henry breathed in the crisp fall air as the ship sailed into the fjord from the open sea. They were early, and he was bound and determined to surprise Inga. He was almost giddy with nervous excitement, pacing back and forth along the deck.

James would take care of seeing that most of his things were ready, but he had his sketchbook with him. He made a few quick sketches of the fjord, trying to spot the places he had been on previous visits. He flipped back through the pages, finding some of the sketches of Inga he had made during the summer, and before that, the many sketches he had based on the photograph from the year before. Usually, he would sketch only her, but sometimes he would sketch her more as she appeared in the photo, surrounded by the large family, holding the baby.

After what felt to him like an eternity, the ship docked at the harbor, and he almost ran down the gangway to the quay. He tried to act calm as he hurried to the castle, pausing to look around the market square, which was nearly empty except for a few people preparing for the Harvest Festival. It was early, perhaps he could surprise Inga.

The halls of the castle were nearly empty, though Henry saw one older man, not obviously a servant, entering a door to go to the kitchen, but Henry was fairly certain nobody saw him. He got to Inga's door and immediately knocked, too excited to think through any sort of elaborate plan beyond rushing in to surprise her. Maybe it was early enough that he could wake her, though he wouldn’t hope for more on this day, at least, with so many people coming and going.

The door wasn't latched, and swung open with his knocking. Inga was sitting on her bed, staring out the window.

She turned around and smiled.

“Henry? Are you really here?”

He ran over and sat next to her, kissing her briefly.

“The ship got in early,” he told her. “I didn’t want to get your hopes up if we didn’t get here today.”

“I’m hardly even dressed,” she told him.

Henry realized she was in a dressing gown.

“I don’t care, I mean… you know…” he gave a bit of a smile.

She started crying, burying her face in a pillow.

“Inga… what’s wrong?”

She was still sobbing, so he laid down next to her. She kept sobbing as he put his arms around her, and she buried her face in his coat. James would probably have a word over the coat getting dirty, but never mind that. Henry wondered if something had happened to someone in her family. Perhaps it had been too quiet this morning. Inga continued crying as she grasped him, heaving and trembling in his arms.

“Inga, please, you’re starting to scare me,” he pleaded. “Are you sick? Is someone in your family ill?”

She looked up again. “Henry… about last summer…”

“I’ve got the letter from my grandfather. They can’t change their word on that. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“No, I haven’t changed my mind. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t now…”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered. As quiet as the words were, he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He held her tighter, not sure what he could actually say.

“Wh-” he stopped himself. He had been about to ask how it happened, which he knew very well was a stupid question.

Through his mind his family’s words echoed, reminding him that he was only nineteen, and just how young that was. It was exactly what he eventually wanted, eventually, but not like this.

“I’m sorry…” she muttered.

He realized he hadn’t told her anything coherent.

“Look, I said I’ve got the letter from my grandfather, so we can get married now,” was all he could think to say. It was true. He wasn’t sure how it would work, or whether people would gossip, or what a mess their lives would be now, but that much was true.

She gripped him more tightly. “You’re not mad?”

Henry was confused. “Why would I be mad?”

“It’s… it’s not how this is supposed to happen,” she insisted. Henry wiped a tear from her cheek as she spoke. “I’m so scared.”

“Well, no,” he admitted. “I’m scared, too. Everyone in Corona was telling me how young I am.”

“We don’t even have a wedding date scheduled. What if the council wants to delay more? And my parents… My mother will know…”

“Why would they object or delay? I have the official letter,” Henry insisted, “but if I have to take you on the boat back to Corona with me to get married there, that’s what we’ll do.”

He held her close to his chest, stroking her back, trying not to let on just how terrified he felt at the moment. Of course they needed to get married right away.

Inga sniffled. “I don’t want to elope if I don’t have to. That’s too much of a mess for everyone… but… but I’m glad you still want to marry me, Henry. Thank you.”

Henry stopped what he was doing and kissed Inga’s forehead. “Why wouldn’t I want to marry you? Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t involved.”

“No, of course,” she said, almost laughing. “That’s… I hope that’s obvious.”

“It’s not the best time, that’s true, but… it’s just… earlier than we intended. That’s all.”

Inga gave a smile.

***

Kristoff had gotten Frederick and the twins on their way with little difficulty, and now had joined Anna for breakfast.

“Do you see that?” he asked Anna as they finished their breakfast, “I thought you said the Corona ship wasn’t expected for another day or two.”

Anna looked out the window, watching the ship being unloaded. “We should let Inga know. I think that will cheer her up.”

Kristoff nodded in agreement.

They walked down the hallway to Inga’s bedroom.

“So I suppose you’re going to start planning their wedding now?” Kristoff asked.

“Unless they’ve changed their minds, but I doubt Henry would have come all this way.”

“I assume she would have told you if something happened with that,” Kristoff replied.

As they neared Inga’s door, they could hear her talking, sounding like she was crying.

“I still don’t know what to say,” they could hear from the room. Anna and Kristoff stopped and looked at each other. Anna grabbed Kristoff’s hand, knowing that his instinct was to barge straight into the room unannounced.

“Maybe Oline is in there?” Anna whispered.

Anna knocked at the door as she opened it. "Inga!" she called out with forced cheerfulness.

"Mother? What…" Inga trailed off. She was sitting on her bed in her dressing gown, looking like she had been crying, with Henry right next to her, holding her.

Kristoff shut the door securely behind them.

"Um," he mumbled, "we came to tell you that the ship from Corona arrived early, but I guess you already know that…"

"I… we… yes," Inga stammered. "I forgot the door was still open."

“We can leave if you would like a little time,” Anna said. “Though for propriety Henry should probably come with us.”

“What?” Henry asked.

“You know how this could look,” Kristoff said, frowning.

“But we would like to know why you were upset, Inga,” Anna added.

“It’s fine now,” Inga said. “At least, I think it will be. Henry has the letter from his grandfather, so we can get married now, right?”

“Yes, as soon as the council has the letter, we can start planning,” Anna said. “I would still rather not rush things. I think Henry would want his family to attend.”

“How soon could they get here?” Inga asked him.

“The steamer takes a week,” Henry said. “I could write to my mother this afternoon.”

“Wait,” Kristoff said. “What’s all this? I know you’re excited, but are you really talking about getting married next week?”

“I suppose we could wait two or three weeks if we really have to,” Inga said. “I don’t really want to elope.”

"It would only be as a last resort," Henry blurted out.

"You don’t have to elope, we never said no,” Kristoff sighed, rubbing his forehead. “We’re just saying that you really shouldn't be in such a rush to get married.”

Henry leaned over to Inga. "We need to tell them," he whispered.

Kristoff suddenly felt his stomach twisting, but tried to convince himself he was jumping to conclusions. This was Inga, she wasn’t the sort to do something foolish.

“I had the doctor in here this morning,” Inga began, her voice shaking noticeably. "He told me-"

Kristoff looked over at Anna. She was shaking her head. Inga was looking away.

“Please, Inga, finish what you were saying,” Anna pleaded.

Kristoff was fairly certain he and Anna were both thinking the same thing now, but desperately hoping it was something else. But what could possibly be good news if she was having so much trouble telling them?

Inga looked at Henry again, then straight at them. "I'm pregnant. I don't want to elope if I don't have to, but I will."

Kristoff remembered the rumors the morning after Inga’s party, and the confused explanations for who was seen going into Henry’s room. And the forgotten gift.

"I… I suppose I don't need to ask you when this happened…." Anna said flatly.

They had trusted Inga, and given her so much freedom.

"You're mad at me," Inga stated, "I understand."

"Not mad. Disappointed. Very disappointed," Anna sighed.

Everyone stood silently for what felt like hours.

“Obviously, we’ll need to get married as soon as possible,” Inga repeated

“I don’t think that’s obvious,” Kristoff interjected.

“Why wouldn’t we get married right away?” Inga demanded.

“This isn’t the sort of thing you want to rush into,” Kristoff replied. “I just don’t want you making a mistake.”

“What else would you suggest? Sending me away? Like-”

“No,” Kristoff cut her off. He wasn’t sure what Henry knew, but this wasn’t the time to let it slip. “I don’t think you should be sent away.”

Anna was staring silently, and she had clearly understood their daughter’s meaning.

“Then what?” Inga prodded, starting to cry again.

“And what about me?” Henry asked. “I’m standing right here!”

“Yes,” Kristoff sighed. “But can she trust you?”

“Trust me?”

“After you seduced her?”

“What do you mean?” Henry asked.

Kristoff rubbed his forehead. “I’m talking about how you got into this… situation…”

“He didn’t seduce me,” Inga interrupted.

“Inga,” Henry whispered, “you don’t have to-”

“No, Henry, I do,” she insisted. She looked at them, wiping the tears from her face. “I’m not defending my judgment this summer, but I wasn’t seduced.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Everyone stopped and looked at each other. Finally, Inga walked over and opened the door.

Her maid stood there, surprised at the number of people in the room.

“Um, Your Majesty…” Oline curtseyed. “Your… Highnesses…”

“Yes, Oline?” Anna prompted.

“I was in the kitchen and the doctor suggested I come check on the princess, but I can come back later,” she said.

“Thank you, Oline, I think that would be good,” Inga said, oddly calm.

The maid curtseyed once again and left.

After the door closed, Anna sighed. “I’ll speak to the council today.”

#frozen fanfic #tangled fanfiction #prince of two realms #1865 #OC Inga #kristanna

5 notes · View notes

hiccanna-tidbits · 1 year

Photo

Jackunzel February Special Week 2 - Summer Impromptu Road Trip Getaway

Jackson Overland Frost just got his driver’s license, and he is determined to use it irresponsibly.

When his mom impulsively gifts him the rusty old bucket of screws she was originally planning on selling, he decides this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A once-in-who-knows-how-long change for an escape from his boring little hometown. He gathers up every last penny he’s earned from summer jobs and plans the most epic cross-country the world has ever seen.

...okay, perhaps not the most epic. The most epic cross-country road trip on a teenage shoestring budget the world has ever seen.

And who better to take than his lifelong best friend, especially when said lifelong best friend has been wishing for months to get a break from her insanely overbearing mom?

Rapunzel doesn’t know what she’s expecting the first night of summer vacation, but it certainly isn’t Jack pulling up in front of her house at 1 in the morning and telling her in an excited whisper to “pack a suitcase as fast as she can.” It feels like a scene from an action movie--“there’s no time to explain, just get in the car!”

And who is Rapunzel to refuse the call to adventure in her very own coming-of-age indie epic?

Besides, her...feelings for the mischievous scamp she’s known since elementary school have been shifting lately. She’s always been comfortable and relaxed around him--entirely herself.

But now there’s something else, too. Her heart races when he accidentally touches her. Her stomach gets full-on vertigo when he hugs her. She finds herself being more obsessive about fixing her hair, more meticulous when planning her outfits.

She jokes to Anna that it’s the newly-died white hair. It’s such a striking contrast from the unassuming chocolate mop of their childhoods that of course it would make her feel an inexplicable shift in their friendship. It’s jarringly novel, and of course she’d be anxious that Jack trying on something so different might lead to...well.

To him drifting away. Becoming a new person she didn’t recognize. Leaving her behind as he grew into whoever he was meant to be and realized he just wasn’t the same guy she smeared finger paint on in their kindergarten class anymore.

But Rapunzel doesn’t think she’s anxious. She’s not really worried Jack’s planning on ditching her--not after they’ve made it this far together.

If anything, what’s stirring in her is more excitement than fear. Anticipation for something she can’t quite place.

They drive off into the night, leaving behind everything they’ve ever known. Rapunzel decides the weird cushiness she’s been feeling in her stomach is a problem for her future self. After all, she’s only trapped in a vehicle for a week plus with the very same guy who’s been giving her strange tingling sensations as of late--what’s the worst that could happen?!

And so the trek begins--from Yosemite to the Grand Canyon, from the Rockies to the Appalachians. Being led on ill-fated detours by incompetent GPS systems. Stopping for ice cream to undo the distress caused by said GPS systems. Spontaneously stopping and hiking 7-mile Pacific Northwest trails to burn off the ice cream calories. Crashing at run-down motels in the middle of nowhere, their neon signs flickering and buzzing like dying fireflies.

And maybe Rapunzel’s going crazy, but she swears that Jack can feel it too. This...new energy between them.

His gaze lingers. He looks for excuses to pat her hand and hold her fingers. His arm finds its way around her shoulders even when he isn’t drunk (his cheaply-made fake ID works much more than Rapunzel expects).

It’s hard to deny the sheer newness of it all--the strangeness. Perhaps it isn’t a bad change. But there’s something a little overwhelming about accepting that their friendship can never really go back to how it was. Things can never be quite the same again.

They can never be the same because of that evening on the ferris wheel, hundreds of miles from home.

It’s just past sunset when the ride gets stuck. It’s funny at first, the thought that they expected anything else from podunk county fair in rural Ohio. Then a quiet serene washes over them, taking in the cool dusk air and the sound of crickets and the glimmering town lights below.

Then he turns to her, and his eyes glint with roguery and starlight. Suddenly, she knows he understands.

And she does too.

They end up lip-locked, unable to get their hands off each other even when their ferris wheel car reaches the ground and a very annoyed ride attendant ushers them out the gate. They hold hands all the way back to the motel, and they fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

Rapunzel only manages one coherent thought, staring up at the stucco ceiling and beaming so wide her cheeks hurt.

Now I get it.

***

Tfw you just wanted to write a fun little vignette about Jackunzel summer road trip shenanigans...and then you accidentally dived in to the existential dread of growing up and the inherent fear of changing relationships, even if it’s a change both people want ^^; BUT HEY, is that not the draw of Friends to Lovers, My Most Beloved??? Where’s the fun in it if it doesn’t shake things up a lil when they make the change from friends TO lovers??? Like!!! Dating someone and being friends with someone can be pretty different, but the overlap is also fuckin epic, if you can make it work!!! 10/10, would recommend, from my VERY limited amount of experience escaping the friendzone lmfao

Anyways, if I had a few more concrete ideas I’d write a one shot out of this--because I truly do love AUs where Jack and Rapunzel just go like “eh fuck it” and yeet out of town on a road rip without warning XD I just think they deserve to go sightseeing and sing really loud to the radio on the open road!!! As a treat!!!

Actually very very pleased with how this came out though <3 The ferris wheel, the middle road trip-y pic, and the Rapunzel hiking pic I’ve been wanting to use in a moodboard for ages :O And now!!! They can all help Jack and Punz go on adventures lmao Also I highkey wanna visit the forest on the bottom left but I don’t know whERE IT ACTUALLY IS DAMMIT The site I saved it from didn’t say lol

Aaaaand now I’m just rambling because damn it I want a cool indie coming-of-age road trip where I explore fun, pretty places and find myself and fall in love ;______;

Moodboard pic credits available upon request, as always!

#jackunzelfs23 #jackunzel #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #moodboard #aesthetic #jack frost #rapunzel #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #road trip au #tangled #rise of the guardians #rotg #crossover

25 notes · View notes

true--north · 5 months

Text

I have finally watched Wish 2023.

Good things: A++ costuming. Medieval style of the movie is awesome, there is nothing to compare to it. Also, scenery is pretty impressive. I wish Arendelle and Northuldra costuming were that good.

I like the meta of Wish, they tried to make a prequel set up for other Disney fairy tales: Asha is the first Fairy Godmother, a woman from the town is that seamstress that created the fashion book from Sleeping Beauty, Magnifico is the face into the Evil Queen's mirror, the wishes floating up looked like the lanterns in Rapunzel, Asha's cart's transformation looked like Cinderella carriage's, etc. The classic fairytale book opening was beautiful and nostalgic.

That's all.

Bad things: where to start?

Animation Style. As I feared since the early gifs, this combination of styles is not my cup of tea. The combination of simple flat drawing and 3d models for me ruined the immersion and created a "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" weird effect. Even worse. Because in the Rabbit the drawn characters remained drawn. and the real actors remained actors. In Wish, the characters could be 3D one moment and flatly drawn the next. Or have 3d face but flat dress, 3d clothes but flat simplistic hands, etc. The way they acted against flat painted sets like at a theatre stage was just weird. Maybe Disney was trying to tribute their two eras of animation this way, but it didn't work for me. I kept noticing the changing styles and found it annoying.

Asha is uninteresting as a heroine. I wasn't moved by her at all, there's nothing special about her(except that she has a living mother, but still her father is dead and she's ready to talk about him right at the interview.) There are "no like other girls" heroines, but Asha is literally the opposite. Maybe they tried to make her generic on purpose, like she's a proto-princess as well: laughs like Rapunzel, is awkward like Anna, talks to animals like Snow White and Aurora, runs like Elsa in Let It Go, has the same colour palette like Isabella, has similar scenes with "Be our guest" and "Under the sea", but she didn't inspire me. And she is too adorkable. Her friends have more personality and coolness than she.

Her goat is just awful, I'm serious here. Not only is he ugly, but he talks in a weird for a baby goat manner and makes stupid jokes. In fact, the jokes in Wish are really cringe. The chickens and eggs, the goat's tail in Asha's face…no, thanks.

Magnifico. I absolutely do not miss "classic villains", especially if they are going to be like him now. I don't know how the old Disney did it but Queen Grimhilde and Maleficent were a way more understandable and "justified" in their hatred than Magnifico, even though we know nothing about them. They had something in them Magnifico doesn't. Lady Tremaine and Ursula are just geniuses, super bosses and icons in comparison to him.

He has no reason to be so paranoid and do what he does other than a mental illness he got as a child. He has no reason to fear being attacked by the citizens, he had no reason at all to fulfill/continue fulfilling anyone's wishes, what for?

What he was doing did nothing at all to prevent his fear of being attacked he developed when he was a boy. Holding wishes back doesn't protect the city from war that was not going to happen, actually. If Magnifico had been drinking energy from wishes from the beginning it would make much more sense, but no he started doing this only after he opened the book of forbidden magic. Although, he indeed had the right to decide what is worthy to fulfill because it was his magic, not everyone's.

He's ugly and yes as I've noticed before he looks like older Prince Hans.

I found the final moral that magic is unnecessary and we should do everything by themselves, that people can't live well with it and are asking too much, discouraging and too didactic rather than inspiring. If wishes are not going to be fulfilled in the end and it's painted as good, then why Asha was sad when she found out that Magnifico didn't want to fulfill all of them? Magnifico at least fulfilled a % of the wishes, now they have zero. The problem that sometimes wishes just can't come true and it will hurt you is not addressed as much as it should. Oh, and the collective wishes have magic and are good but individual wishes should be achieved by hard work thing...Idk.

What was that all about?

And all the songs are not catchy at all. "I'm a star" has some unpleasantness in its message I can't put my finger on.

⭐⭐⭐ experience. Only its aesthetic made the movie for me. Sorry, Lee, Buck and friends 😗 I just hope that F2 wasn't your last good piece of art and that you'll make better than this for F3 and 4(one of the Wish directors is a Frozen storyboard artist. Mark Smith, do better, please.)

#spoilers #wish spoilers #negativity #wish negativity #wish 2023

3 notes · View notes

veryheartyjoy · 8 months

Text

hija mía, ángel de la tierra, mi flor, cándida flor del paraíso.

🕊️ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ໒꒱.*

she is named after a japanese word that means “love song”, aika, for her soul that is just as alluring and sweet as a love song on a sunday morning, or in the evening—what she is also named after. you might know her as seraphina, but she is definitely more than just her name. let me take you to a journey of knowing more about the girl,

aika evening seraphina

her MBTI tests consecutively showed INxJ, making her lean to either INFJ or INTJ; you can refer to either of them or neither at all… try getting a little closer and you may see it for yourself. she wanders around being illalilaura on twitter while talking about various things, such as music, cinema, arts, even health and fitness—as she is currently studying similar field—which if you are on the same frequency, you will find it very amusing to link up! she’s also very fond of watching asian dramas and movies; she’s such a girl of melodrama and romcom as well as a very huge thai, mandarin, and korean cinematic works enthusiast, can you tell…? however, she is always open for any good melodrama and romcom recommendations!

her version most beloved works ever, a very influential list:

my liberation notes (2021)

soundtrack #2 (2023)

while you were sleeping (1995)

perfect marriage revenge (2023)

king the land (2023)

the beauty inside (2018)

simply irresistible (1999)

10 things i hate about you (1999)

beauty and the beast (2017)

the story of park’s marriage contract (2024)

the three gentlebros (2022)

you & me & me (2023)

seraphina is a big fan of R&B and jazz, especially raveena, yuna, victoria monét, snoh aalegra, alina baraz, jhené aiko, laufey, and sabrina claudio—as well as city pop artists like rainbow note, yukika, yel, and kim a reum. she is also into pop music and a fan of singers such as ariana grande, sabrina carpenter, and madison beer. she is a loyal listener of red velvet, and she looks up so much to joy! she loves listening to other foreign songs such as thai, vietnamese, french, and spanish as well.

on the other side, she loves making covers on bandlab, playing piano, writing, singing, drawing, and painting. she enjoys watching contents by jillz guerin, nara smith, nikita willy, anna park, inayah, surthycooks, tam kaur, simonsquared, wested_arin, lavendaire, alex bondoc, and more with soft living and encouraging messages; she would sometimes spend time to watch and take notes, like a lecture. she is very interested in talking about healthy lifestyle, fitness, and self care. as an INxJ, it is only natural that she is good at keeping up with deep conversations—even when it gets theoretical—so she would definitely love to be engaged in a discussion and exchange opinions, if you’re into any!

she mainly tweets in english, bahasa indonesia, and sometimes korean; she dedicates a huge enthusiasm to learning languages too and she is currently studying korean and thai—feel free to make her your study buddy if you’re currently learning the same languages!

here we are arriving at the end of the introduction journey! ♡ do you feel acquainted enough to join her on more trips of friendship together?

໒꒱. ⁺˳✧༚

💌💭 HER note

my account type is unlabeled; i share my real life activities and pictures, i talk about unlimited variety of topic, and i interact with my mutuals. please do not follow me without my consent. i really appreciate those who respect my privacy despite of my account being public. you can send me a message of request via DM; you are always more than welcome.

strictly do not interact if you are:

1) overly explicit NSFW content tweeter, 2) hardcore idols’ defender (i’m so allergic please understand), 3) fan of immoral and ignorant celebrities, 4) boycotted products’ consumer, 5) disrespectful to me or my friends, 6) problematic (racist, ill-mannered, hater, evil retrospring anonymous, agitator, and so on), and 7) other common DNI criteria. i block accounts i find violating without prior notice.

4 notes · View notes

an-anna-angel · 2 years

Photo

POV: Anna Angel Time: Late Morning Day: 5 Status: @tincture-enjoyer

Anna had felt first-hand what it was to have the dreaded sand pest and, more importantly, she lived to tell the tale! It had to mean something. Especially how she was saved from the plague as well. She was sure this time she was reading the signs properly: she was meant to save others as she had been saved!

Just earlier in the day she heard the crowd’s newfound interest about a new reward to be given out to... Anna narrowed her eyes with her train of thought. Earlier in the day? But she had just woken up... It seemed familiar. She knew what the reward was too; some food and some coins. There weren’t even that many coins, but at least they promised to spread the word that it had been her to save the infant.

Anna was meant for greatness, she thought to herself, and knew it to be true. She also remembered her new purpose of helping others, and knew she’d succeed. The more she allowed her thoughts to continue, a worse feeling began to gather in her gut.

After cleaning all of her cloaks twice, she smeared some paint on her skin to blend in with the latest thugs, to protect her from the tainted air outside, and to hide how her skin had been affected by the plague as well. She made sure to grab a basket too. It’d be easier to carry in there, surely. She knew as much. Had she dreamed about this day? Was that what was gnawing inside her? A remnant of a dream?

With everything prepared, she took a deep breath and reached for her door’s handle. Stanislav’s words resonated in her before she actually began her journey. “A real saint you are, saving babies from the plague.”

The words were ridiculous. What on earth did that mean? But she remembered it as clearly as a drunken memory from a week before. Was she still ill? Maybe she shouldn’t go... But she felt fine otherwise.

Despite her internal conflict, she hurried down the streets until she knew an infant was nearby. She remembered it perfectly, there was crying in the building beside her, and though she hadn’t heard it yet, she had to just wait. And so she waited, at least for a few seconds before her patience ran out and she forced her way inside the building.

With a sense of outrage building within her, Anna scouted every single room in that house, ignoring every ill-looking resident until she found the crib she was looking for. And she was right! There had been a baby there. It was just gone now. Why was it gone? Where had it gone? She knew it was here. She didn’t know how, or why, but she knew it was true. Had it already been taken to the town hall? Or to the others?

Without wasting more of her time, Anna left the infected district in pursuit of answers. Her first stop was at the town hall, to which she was told there hadn’t been any infants found that morning. She spent some time pondering where to go next. Her options were limited considering the state of the town, but she eventually settled on heading to the hospital. Stanislav worked there, and she distinctly remembered his words.

This had to be all of his doing. It was his medication that put her like this, it was his words that she remembered, it was all his fault. And she’d get answers...

#PathologicRP #Anna Angel

10 notes · View notes

tizzymcwizzy · 2 years

Text

wip game!! :D

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

thanks @zivazivc @anna-scribbles and @carpisuns for tagging me! this is really good timing cause i have SO fucking many wips that im working on rn hddhhd

also! im gonna be leaving for vacation today! so! i may answer your ask tomorrow and not rn cause i need to get on a plane! dhdhhdJDJDHFG please feel free to send lots of asks about multiple tho, there's too many of these

(some date back to around 2019 some are very recent as of like, yesterday)

DIVIDED BY FANDOM AND TYPE:

miraculous ladybug

ART WIPS:

adrinette cuddle hours

horror

jumpscare

recognized

marichat cuddles

rings (on makeup file)

marichat painting nails

dump and stuff

digital redraws

chat noir comic

DUMP (sketches)

DUMP (memora)

whose woods these are marichat

tizzy's wips

disguise

more dump

letters

fashion kids

thinking of family

trapped

ladymonk designs

marichat romeo juliet

ghost of your past

don't ask me what this means

nightgown adrien

mlb x toh crossover

FICS:

asnyr (a stranger's new years resolution)

FINALLY THE LIBRARY AU

plus one

memora

the whisps decide her fate

villain au 2.0

when i wake there you are, just for me

it's you

of flowers and feathers

he could handle this

"we're not like everyone else," felix said

adrien bitching at his dad blurb

"god, and the fact that I would let her,"

ladymonk

POETRY:

oh to the truest love of things

how i knew it was over

ladynoir kissing poetry

she says i love you

oh dear god what is it to be a man in love

the owl house

ART WIPS:

hollow mind

hunter sketchdump

get yo girl bitch

outfits

lumity kiss

mlb x toh crossover

toh and at dumps

hunter redraw doodle

waffle house

(the following are from the past week)

truama talk

sandwich

give me your hand

makeover

makeover dump

hit him in a heartbeat now

something that you once where

white boy wednesday

he's a hunter

leave him alone

FICS/CONCEPTS:

late night walks through a green wood

memories of most exquisite anguish

"oh my goodness, Philip? Is that you?"

hexsquad motorcycle

hunters journey down the knee notes

POETRY:

there's this string that ties us together

is this what it's like to be loved without condition?

personal/other

skid and mari

untitled

snales

ocs

class 3

him

SNAIL WIP

last girl

the seamstress

weird

danny testing

class 5

stuff

GUY

whatever the fuck

marcie

dilves

CHRIST that was long,, anyway there's no way in hell i can tag enough people so ill abstain dfghhhff feel free to do this if you want to tho!

#when i tell you there are so many of these i meant there are SO many of these dhdhhdjdjf #tizzy talks #ask game #wip ask game #and i also mean it when i say ask for multiple cause for some of these i wouldn't post otherwise #go apeshit my friends

11 notes · View notes

alexander-the-ham-man · 1 year

Text

I don't know why I am doing this, but I just wanted to share this with you all. Months ago I wrote this short fanfic about James HamiltonJr (Ham's brother). It is a one shot but I am working on another fanfic with James as well. Here goes the angst. Love y'all!!!

St. Croix December 1786,

James Hamilton Jr could feel death coming, he was 33 but knew that those were the last days on that earth for him. On his deathbed, with two diaries in hand a little portrait the man smiled. “I am going to mama little brother”, he whispered to the painting of a man, tears wetting his cheeks. His dark bright eyes wondered around the small room, his friends there with him alongside his wife. Behind her, James could see his beloved Caribbean Sea, he could hear the waves calling him. His wife though wasn’t looking at the sea, her eyes red for all the tears she shed, her hands trembling because of fear. “Send them to him…” He managed to whisper and point at the diaries. “He- He must know I never forgot him. He must know” He cried, sobbing and spitting blood from his mouth. “My love” his wife reached to him, a wet napkin on his forehead, adorned by beautiful brown curls. “Send them Anna. He must know.” She nodded, knowing to whom he was referring to. James, known as captain Croix spent the last day of his life coughing blood. “Mama” he called, feverish, close to death. “Lex”, he cried before shutting his eyes forever. Mary and the five men were now alone, silent and shocked at the death of the young man. “Who is Lex?” Paul asked, trying to send away the tears. “I don’t know; the captain was always secretive about his life.” Rudd answered between sobs. “Only those diaries know who he is.” Paul was about to reach the diaries but Anna stopped him. “No. no one will ever read them.” “Anna, he is dead don’t you want to know who he is?” Rudd approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know enough, and I swore I’ll never tell anyone about us.” She stared at her young husband, beautiful like the god of the waves, brave and brilliant. James Hamilton, that was his name, obviously the crew had no idea of that. She knew what she had to do, give the diaries to James’ brother in the new born United States. She searched for a ship, for any mean to reach her husband’s brother, but in January, she discovered she had caught the illness as well. She sent the diaries and some letters that James wanted to send to his brother, but tragedy and misery followed the Hamilton’s family like a disease. The ship was sacked by pirates and the diaries lost forever, or so it is believed.

St. Kitts and Nevis, Four Season Luxury Resort 2022,

After a party, filled with champagne and music, a group of friends decides to go swimming under the stars, one of them touches an object under the water, a book, no… two books. Diaries, it appears. The boys open the book and read:

Memories of Captain James Sparrow Croix aka James Hamilton Jr

Dear Alexander,

If you are reading this, I am probably dead. I bought this diary years ago in Nevis, you told me to improve my writing and I called you a pretentious shit. I decided to leave the first page of this diary empty, in order to fill it when death was near. See, I am writing this in 1786, but the next pages will bring you back to old times. When you weren’t a war hero, or a prodigy. Alex, Lexie, I am proud of you and my greatest regret is to have spent a life without you. I always knew that you were going to become someone important, and I know you are going to be in history books someday. I never wanted that, I have always been too wild and lazy to sit down and learn. The woman who is giving you this is my wife and mate Anna, do not let yourself be fooled by her looks, she can use knife and pistol. Hence (It is a fancy word, you taught me this one), do not seduce her with your violet eyes and red hair. My dearest brother, you were always in my thoughts every day of my short life. You, mama, and sometimes also papa. I beg of you, do not overwork yourself and don’t be self-destructive as usual, do not pick up fights with everyone. And please, please little Lex, do not engage in duels, I had my fair share of them and trust me they are an awful affair. Especially when you gave your opponent a broken gun and steal his rum. Now my intelligent, brave, magnificent little Lex, wipe your tears and embrace yourself, in this diary you’ll read my greatest adventures and will understand why I never looked for you during these years.

PS: I always pretended you were there with me, by my side, my other half, my brother. Except when I was having sex of course that would have been very weird.

PPS: There are grammar mistakes, don’t roll your eyes too much or they will end up falling behind your eye socket.

To my darling little brother from Captain James Sparrow Croix (James Hamilton Jr).

#alexander hamilton #amrev #james hamilton #jameshamiltonjr #thomas jefferson #john laurens #eliza hamilton #hamilton fanfiction

6 notes · View notes

specialshinytrinkets · 2 years

Text

I have made new gremlins. And I feel awkward to share it with my frens n buddy-ol'-pals. So you can have it, while I explain some more made-up mr Small lore

(1st part)

First things first, due to the fact that his fur is white and he's an imm.igr.ant (censoring so that it won't clog actual serious posts), I thought he'd be living somewhere snowy. Not Canada because hardcore.

And by brainstorming a bit, I made it so he lived in the mountains around Al.ta.i/Ka.zach.stan region, that revolved around shepherding goats (see also, the fact that the only animal that didn't try to immediantly k!ll him is his goat Gwyneth from Gumball BOOM! Comics Issue 4) (yes, apparantly he has a goat) (tho ig it's B-grade canon. but canon is only a suggestion, as one wise person said)

Considering this, I had to think of some sort of culture for this rural enviroment, which includes religion and beliefs in spirits, deities, etc. So! Here are some funky guys, gals and nonbinary pals for you!!

1. Asamäkhn (Life-Gifter). Embodiment of life, creator of the Universe (she/they/it)

Despite looking playful and curious, they have long lost any sympathy for its creations and consideres them less as its children and more as lab rats. She watches over all the villagers, mr Small and Anna, his sister [purely for the AU], as if it's a reality show.

(Some backstory: In "The Void", mr Small, before getting dragged into finding out about Void with Watterson bros, was meditating. For some spirit worshipping readons, he had, quote "six nipple eyes" and the typical third eye painted on. I stole it because it was neat, and it actually kickstarted developing my girl Mäkhn!) So, Asamäkhn posesses four sets of eyes:

On the head. Function as normal eyes, although are a bit blind;

Top row on chest. Eyes that look into past. They mostly use it to rewind on some of their favourite moments in others' lives, or to look at the greatest mistakes in humanity's history to laugh at;

Middle row on chest. Eyes that look into present. It might seem reduntant to have two sets of eyes that do the same function, but these can see into any point of the world it wishes to observe mortals;

Bottom row on chest. Eyes that look into the future. These are always locked on either our desolate planet, or on her favourite cleric's¹ final moments — to not spoil the fun.

The single eye on the forehead sees the spirit world, i.e., if she comes down to the temple to chat with her friend, it can still watch over the domain

As a god of life, it can create anything. However, they can't destroy any of their creations. Which is what the next god is for

2. Asatokaln (Life-Taker). Embodiment of death, guardian of the souls' peace (she/they/it)

For this segment I will put my Discord messages, because they describe them pretty well

Fun fact! Technically speaking, Mäkhn and Tokaln aren't siblings, but since they appeared at the same time, they just call themselves that

I must also add: the dead's soul gets eaten by the chest mouth and moves onto the afterlife from there. Because I can

3. Terlamäkhn (Goat-Gifter). Patron of the life stock and shepherding (he/it)

"Is dressed in traditional shepherd coat (sinam). Carries a yarlyga on its back, with which controls goat herds.

This creature watches over every shep out there by silently climbing on the cliffs. Tärlamäkhn sees everything and punishes for the actions done for ill will by making the goats run off or drying up the grass in the meadows.

According to the legends, created the mountain fauna and gave some sheps a yarlyga. Shepherding is passed down the generations.

Shepherds must pray to him and bring part of their collection to the temple."

I HAVE talked about him in the previous post, but how could I not bring up the first funky dude!!

The only really new information I can add is that he is kind of a right hand man to Asamäkhn, to keep the villagers somewhat in control. However, they haven't realised that he is a bit too determined on its mission. Him stalking others was bad enough, but in some cases he'd shoo away almost all the herds for a single little mistake. Of course, it eventually stopped effectively terrorising Sheps, but he still horrifies some that are in the pantheon

4. (Placeholder name will be in these <> parentheses) <Haddei>. Essentially a domovoy (can be any gender, but usually a guy; he/him)

Aaaaand here is the main scaredy cat when it comes to even mentioning Terlamäkhn

This guy's duty is to keep an assigned house (the one where he was born from stray dust and fur collection) safe and clean. Obviously, if the owner is bad and doesn't take care of their household, Haddei will get mad and try to get rid of the owner (some try to guide to mop floors at least, but it doesn't really work)

But ever since Terlamäkhn's terror (yes, that's how it's called) that caused famine not just in the upper, but some lower areas¹, Haddeis are a lot more soft with the house owners. And a lot more paranoid

5. <Zeph>. Spring breeze spirit (he/him)

The whole reason as to why I'm making this post! While I don't have much lore here, I simply adore him and must share the good boy

He is carefree, always fast on his feet, and skips when walking no matter what. (He also can float using the fluffy tail!) Zeph can be impatient, waiting for the warmth in the upper layers to happen, but when the time comes, he is ecstatic to bring spring and blooming

Zeph is always curious, ready to talk with others and tell them his news and gossip. But his carelessness needs to be straightened out by the last deity for today

6. <Moro>. Winter wind spirit (he/him)

As opposed to Zeph, Moro is strict, heavy and can be ruthless. He also has a long tail, but prefers to use a carriage with vulture birds to fly around (definetely not inspired stolen from Father Frost nonono /j)

One thing that is certain about Moro is that he is grumpy and prefers traditions and holds onto the past a lot. One of his most known phrases is "This is child's play compared to the Ice Age!" when some argue that his winds are too strong and cruel. The only person that can convince him to slow down is Zeph. Not always, but most of the time

~~~

These aren't going to be all the deities: there are a lot of aspects all the cultures personify, so I will create more!

(Zeph's description is "Pushkin". They have the same vibe in terms of looks and latter's poems) Have another picture lol

#Young Mr Small_village #dusty.art #tawog #the amazing world of gumball #concept sketch #sketch #explanation #infodump #deity #deities #should i include mr small the steve small ? or would that be too much?#it's 1 am and i'm rambling about Some Guys in my head

3 notes · View notes

shadowqueen402 · 2 years

Text

Memories Triggered (Jackle x Creepy! Child! Reader) Sequel to 'Her Ghost Sisters'

Written for: @mayordebbieminecraft

Sorry for the long wait! Hope you enjoy it!

When Jackle took you, his human friend, to Reala's domain, he was so convinced that you and him would get along just fine. He had hoped that the Nightmaren General would be impressed by the young girl's skills.

Wrong.

The moment that Reala took one good look at you, he narrowed his eyes in contempt. He really did not like you at all. To him, you were just a regular Visitor that he can easily prey upon.

It was also when the taunts would start. You would be lying if you said that the vile words he spoke didn't bother you at all. It was almost as though he had a terrible motive in mind.

"You must be all so alone," Reala taunted again. "Why is that, child? Is it because you have no friends? Is it because you have no family to go to? You will always be alone, no matter how much you cry."

Those words suddenly triggered your memories. And you slowly started to realize why you were always always alone. Why people feared her.

Flashback:

It was the year 1692 in Salem, Massachusetts. The time where witchcraft became a crime. The majority of the victims accused of commiting such a thing were women themselves. Women that were seen as too beautiful, too outspoken, too skilled with herbal medicine, too loud, too quiet, or anything else really. It was a nightmarish experience, seeing sisters turn on each other when they were testified.

Children weren't spared either. They were practically tortured into confessing their experiences with any 'witches' that they've encountered. You've experienced it all despite the fact that you were just turning 7 today. And it didn't help that your mother was an actual witch that practiced witchcraft. You perked up when you saw your mother had come home, a wrapped package in her hand. "Happy Birthday, Y/N," She said with a sad smile. "Go on. Open up your present." She handed the gift to you.

With a smile, you opened up the package. Your eyes lit up at the object inside. It was a ragdoll, just what you've wanted. The doll had H/C yarn hair that tied in two braids with F/C bows at the ends, E/C eyes that were painted with exquisite detail, and it wore a matching F/C frilly dress. "Thank you, Mommy," You said to her while hugging the little doll. Your father, Cara, and Annabelle all watched with smiles on their faces.

But as usual, all good things came to an end.

Witchcraft wasn't the only thing that affect the people. Diphtheria was the illness that spread around your hometown. Lots of people had suffered and died from it. Unfortunately, that illness took your father, Cara, and Anna away. You were now left with just your mother.

The next thing you knew, your mother pulled you aside. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N," She said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "So I have to do what I must so I'll never lose you like I lost your father and sisters."

Before you could say anything, your mother began chanting something in Latin. Her pink magic flowed towards you and suddenly surrounded both you and her. Your mother still chanted while the magic spun around the both of you. After what felt like a long time, your mother stopped chanted and her pink magic faded away.

"Mommy, what did you do?" You asked her.

"I casted an immortality spell on the both of us," Your mother said. "We'll be able to live forever. However, there are flaws with this spell."

"What are the flaws?" You asked.

"You can't die, but you'll still be able to feel pain," Your mother explained to you. "Meanwhile, while I won't die of old age, I can still die of other causes."

"So we can both live forever?" You asked. "As long as nothing happens to you?"

"That's right," Your mother said with a smile. "Just whatever you do, don't let anyone know that your mommy's a witch."

You nodded in agreement, determined to keep your mother safe.

Unfortunately, even if you didn't say anything, your mother's secret was found out. The locals discovered that she did witchcraft. Now, they wanted to take her away from you. But you were hidden in the basement, covered in a black cloak, and staying as silent as possible. You suddenly heard someone break into your home as well as the sound of a struggle.

Your mother's screams were what scared you the most. You wanted so badly to see if she was alright. The struggle continued until all of a sudden, there was nothing but silence. You heard the people talking to each other before they left.

Your heart broke as tears fell from your eyes. You were too young to know what really happened, but you knew that your mother wasn't coming back. Everything around was just…silent. Before, you used to enjoy the silence. Now, not so much. Suddenly, it was broken by the sound of a familiar crying. You turned to see who it was. It was none other than Anna! Despite being herself, she was still a ghost.

"Anna?" You softly called to your younger sister. Anna sniffled and looked at you, eyes bloodshot and red from all the crying. It was obvious that she was frightened of the fact that she was a ghost. With a small but comforting smile, you gave Anna your rag doll in an attempt to comfort her. A smile lit up your younger sister's face.

Later on, you took notice that Anna had become attached to your doll. Right to the point that she decided to use it as a vessel. Of course, Anna wasn't the only one that wanted a vessel. Cara, your older sister, still had a habit of believing she was the best even in death. You two never got along with each other even back when she was alive. But that didn't mean that you didn't love her.

Being a total brat, Cara decided that she wanted to make a fool out of you. She chose to use you as a vessel. You struggled to free yourself from her control when you remembered something: your mother's talisman. Grabbing it, you decided to wear it. This caused Cara to be forced out of you. Now, everytime that she would try to use you, Cara would be pushed back by an invisible force. You were now protected.

Things changed as time went by. In the year 1980, some people found you wandering around all by yourself. So they took you to an orphanage which was you had been living in since with your ghost sisters either inside the room with you or outside. Life in the orphanage was not pleasant to say the least. First, the kids would call you names like 'creepy', 'strange', and 'freak'. They pretty much treated you like a burden. The staff were the only ones that were kind to you, but even then, you could see the fear in their eyes.

And that was how you came to be.

Present:

Snapping out of your memories, you felt so much anger build up inside you. But this anger was unlike any anger that you've felt before. It was so strong that it practically unlocked a power that you didn't know that you had: psychokinesis.

Within the blink of an eye, you grabbed Reala with your power. This made the Nightmaren General to caught off guard. Even Jackle was taken aback at what he was witnessing right in front of him. Reala's confusion turned to anger upon realizing that he couldn't move, no matter how hard he tried to do so. "How dare you attack me!" Reala growled.

While holding him, you spoke to Reala in an angry tone, "Do you know what it's like to be a burden to society where people talk about you behind your back!? But when you turn around to ask them to stop, they just run away from you!? They call me creepy, strange, a freak, and many more! I was broken since a thousand years ago, but ever since I met Jackle, he fixed me! He's my first and only friend! AND I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!!!"

With that, you threw Reala against a wall. It was enough to leave a large crack. Enraged by this, Reala got up and flew towards her, ready to land a really hard punch. "You'll pay for this, you foolish Visitor," He snarled. "Nobody lays a hand on me!" But the girl grabbed him with her power and threw him against the wall again.

Jackle didn't want this to happen. He wanted the two to stop fighting. "Guys, please stop your fighting," He called to them. But neither you nor Reala heard him. You both still fought with each other. With a sigh, Jackle quickly took you and went back to his domain. When they arrived there, your anger suddenly vanished. You felt tears try to swell up into your eyes, but you held them back. You didn't want to give Jackle the impression that you were weak.

Suddenly, Anna's soft voice spoke to you. "What's wrong?" She asked, concern in her tone.

You looked down at Anna. Memories of Anna being sick with the illness flooded through your mind. You could still hear the cries of pain that she made as Anna's condition got worse before her death. Snapping out of your memories once more, you found yourself sitting on the floor and crying with Anna, hugging her while doing so. Worried, Anna returned the hugs. Your cries turned into loud sobs.

Your sobs were heard by Jackle himself. The Second-level Nightmaren came to see what was going on. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked.

"…No," You said, shaking your head. "I didn't want to… I didn't mean for it…"

"Kid, it's fine," Jackle said, shrugging as though it wasn't a big deal. "To be fair, I should've saw this coming. Reala is…not the most friendliest Nightmaren to be with. On the bright side, at least now, I'll learn not to leave you with him. Between you and me, I sometimes find him grouchy all of the time."

You calmed down a bit. With a hand, you wiped away your tears. "You do?" You asked.

"Oh yes," Jackle said with a nod. "Though, I do find his grouchiness rather amusing. Especially when I enjoy pestering him from time to time."

You let out a chuckle at what you heard. The thought of Reala being aggravated by Jackle was pretty amusing.

"But is it true that I'm your first and only friend?" Jackle asked you.

You sadly nodded. "Ever since I was put in the orphanage, I was shunned by all of the kids there," You explained. "The staff treated me with kindness, but I knew that deep down, they feared me. I still live in that orphanage…"

Jackle let out a slightly insane chuckle. "Well, here in the Night Dimension, you don't have to worry about being friendless," He said. "Because from now on, we are friends. You will always be my favorite Visitor, no matter what."

You smiled at this and took Jackle's hand. "Can I meet the other Nightmarens?" You asked. "What are they like?"

Jackle bursted out laughing. "Oh, they're something," He said. "You might as well prepare yourself for the one that you're about to meet. Her name is Puffy. She does have a bit of a personality, but I love her."

You nodded, now looking forward to meeting the other Nightmarens.

Hope you like it. Once again, my apologies if Jackle's character is not accurate. I'm not great at portraying insane characters.

#nights into dreams #jackle the mantle #reala #x reader #angst with a happy ending #fanfic

4 notes · View notes