#scotland cries into his unicorns mane no lie

[fumblingmusings]

England and Wales and their weird horse spirits going out of their way to upset Scotland. Obby osses and Mari Lwyd and Penglaz.

Like they're harmless and just want a wee drinkie at the local pub but honestly? Horrifying.

Scotland thinks he's tough shit with Kelpies as his own resident horse nightmare fuel but really we all know he loves his Unicorns.

Each Christmas, Wales comes around and places Mari on the mantelpiece, and then in Midsummer Arthur drunkenly crashes in with Penglaz and suddenly the spirits that trick children to climb on their backs and ride out to the water to drown them doesn't look so bad in comparison.

#hetalia #hws uk bros #hws england #hws wales #hws scotland #headcanon #scotland cries into his unicorns mane no lie #why are your horses so fucked up he sobs #op

[usernoneexistent]

As the Crows Caw and the Acorns Fall

A/N: Challenge by @kathrynalicemc. I decided for my short story to be a retelling of the legacy throughout the centuries of the Moss family as told by traveller who loves telling stories to passerbys. Warnings: don’t take everything as fact, some exaggerated facts.

Hear yee! Hear yee! Gather all around and listen to the tale of Clan Moss. Have you ever seen natural blue hair? Many can't say they have, but in the lowlands of Scotland, in a town up North from the residence of the Scottish Kings and Queens, you can expect to see a sight that many claims to be as rare as running into a unicorn in the English forests. In the forest of Tentsumuir, witches, wizards, and other magical beings have talked about sightings of children dressed in white dancing and laughing; french blue hair moved gracefully in the wind while the autumn leaves twirl playfully around them, almost giving these bairns a mystical quality; ghostly almost.

Legend says that a bonnie Scotsman of stallion blue hair and natural legilimency was prophesied to bring down evil a century before his birth; Allister Grierson. Some say he was born with a full mane of hair and eyes wide open, while others claim that his mother meddled with the dark arts as a desperate act to birth an heir to the Clan head. Nevertheless, Allister Grierson was destined for greatness and that he showed. Allister slain dragons with his bare hand, climbed Beinn Nibheis with nothing but a kilt on him, rode on a unicorn and many more tales for later. However, one heroic deed that stood out was how Allister locked away evil in vaults cursed to those who dare enter them. Only those of his blood may tame these cursed vaults.

Though a century ago, this french blue hair was a more common occurrence throughout the Kingdom of Britain and the west of Europe. Many noble houses wanted to claim these as their own and have their own piece of this magical hair as more rumours spread of witnessing magical properties from this hair. It was even acclaimed that the drinker could grant immortality if the potions contained their blue hair and blood. Yet, little do many know that this rumour is false! A farce! A lie! Caused by the greed of those with nothing but making quick gold to fill their pockets. Many men, women, and even children with close familial ties or not of descendants of Allister Grierson were hunted down by muggles and wizards alike. Whittled down to one branch, Clan Moss, an unofficial and unassuming Scottish clan in Fife. They kept their heads and laid low; slowly but surely, bairns with blue locks disappeared out of sight.

A century of silence followed by another and then another until four centuries have passed without another reported sighting of blue hair but don't be hasty to conclude that they are gone. Nay, nay, nay, friends! For one Moss finally cried 'enough'! Enough of living in fear! Enough of hiding! Enough of fearing death herself! They were tired of the crows at the door, so the Wizengamot heard their plea and finally agreed enough was enough. Now when you enter the forest of Tentsumuir, once again in the seasons of an acorn falling, will you see bairns with french blue hair from the cottage near the cliffs, prancing, laughing and bringing joy back to the forest that once seeped with fear.

#lineage challenge #short story #lily’s writing #moss family